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#Lingering Farewell really spoke to me
talaok · 7 months
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The Pause
Pairing: Javier Peña x fem!reader
Summary: You and your colleague Javier Peña have never gotten along, but with just a simple proposition that started off as a joke, it turns out you do work well together in some areas.
Warnings: smut| fingering, oral sex (f receiving), squirting, protected p in v sex (ik me writing that they use a condom? Incredible), praising, size-kink, and reader is not shaved (bc lets be honest now yo girl is so over that) 
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A roll of the eyes and a loud enough huff... the usual warm greeting reserved for your colleague.
"Good morning to you too" he mocked, raising his head as you sat at the desk in front of him.
"had a rough night?" he continued, wanting nothing more than to see that look on your face when he poked you just enough.
"Well I had a great one" he informed you like you cared, as he lit a cigarette.
"I'm sure you did" you finally spoke "Which one was it tonight? My money’s on Vanessa, you have a sweet spot for her"
He let out a small chuckle, knowing he had gotten exactly what he wanted.
He would have never admitted it out loud, but he loved your daily banter, and even more, he loved your smart mouth.
"Is that Jealousy I hear?"
Now was your turn to laugh "You wish, Peña" you smirked, "the day I'll start being jealous of you and your special friends I'll have officially gone insane"
His eyes slowly analyzed your face, making you feel more uncomfortable than you liked to admit 
" I think it wouldn't hurt you, you know?"
"what?" you sighed, organizing some files somebody had left on your desk during the night.
"a good fuck"
Your eyes shot up to his, a mix of disappointment and annoyance firing out of them.
"Unlike you, I'm not really into paying for it" you tilted your head, watching his hazel eyes closely "and not that it's any of your business, but I'm fine in that department"
"How long has it been?" he asked, like he knew, like he knew he was annoyingly right.
It had been a dry month, hell, a dry year.
"why, are you offering?" you raised an eyebrow, not backing off.
"why... are you refusing?" he mirrored your expression, a smug grin tugging at his lips.
Your breathing slowed, and time stopped for an infinite instant, all the office's noises blurred in the background as wrong, wrong images filled your brain.
like the one where that same mouth draped around that cigarette crashed with your own... or the one where his big, strong hand wrapped around your neck as his breath fanned against your lips, or the one where...
"good morning"
A whimper left your mouth, and as quickly as you tried turning away from Javier, you didn't miss the smug smile growing on his lips, or the way his eyes searched every inch of your face.
Fuck
"Hi Steve" you cleared your throat, praying to whoever was listening that the crimson painting your cheeks would be blamed on the heat.
The blonde nodded at you with a genuine smile as you willed your breathing to even out.
"Messina said two of us gotta go check out something"
"something?" Peña asked
"Yeah apparently there's a guy that might be able to give us some information" Steve shrugged
He said two, didn't he?
The look on Javier's face certainly cleared out any doubts you might have had.
Oh no. no way in hell I'm spending the whole day with him after what happened not even a minute ago.
"I'll stay behind" you blurted out, earning a frown from Steve and an amused grin from Peña.
You weren't fooling him
You were never one to back down on these things. You wanted to go on the field as much as possible, and they both knew that.
"I just-" you muttered, trying to come up with a believable excuse "I have some things I need to finish up here anyway"
If Steve wasn't convinced, he didn't show it, but Javier on the other hand... Javier was looking at you like he could read every single thought crossing your mind.
"alright" Murphy sighed "Let's go then, Peña," he said, giving you a farewell nod before starting down the elevator
Javier lingered for a moment longer, bending much closer than he needed to as he put out his cigarette in the ashtray between your desks.
"Goodbye y/n" he spoke lowly "I'll be back"
and to anyone that would have sounded like a normal thing to say, but to you... to you, it sounded only like a threat.
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Turns out you didn't need to lie, turns out that there actually was a lot of shit to do at the office.
The hotline had been buzzing all day, and being that you were the only dea agent available, most calls had to go through you, plus all the reports to go over and the forms to fill... you didn't even realize how much time had passed before Messina startled you as she walked out of her office.
"Goodnight agent" she called, making you glance up from your desk for the first time in the past two hours.
"goodnight" you called absentmindedly, as you took in the office... it was deserted, not one single soul at their desk.
What time is it?
You glanced at the clock hanging on the wall to your right
9:30 pm 
9:30 pm?
When the fuck did that happen?
the elevator dinged in the distance as your boss stepped into it.
You must be seeing things, because there's no way in hell... nope, the clock was still telling the same exact time.
"fuck" you exhaled into the empty room, running a hand down the length of your face.
Ok, it's definitely time to go home.
You glanced at the papers on your desk and divided them into two piles, one of them going into your drawer, and the other in Messina's office.
You sighed heavily as you got up, the old chair creaking under your weight.
The click of your heels against the tiles echoed off the walls as you made your way to the Messina's door.
She's not gonna be happy about how many papers she's gonna have to look over in the morning...
You turned the doorknob and the door emanated a soft shriek as you pushed it open.
You walked to the desk and just when you were about to drop those papers on it, a voice rumbled from beside you
"You waited"
You gasped, turning around immediately in shock
"Jesus Christ!" you breathed, realizing who it was "You scared me"
"I'm sorry sweetheart" Javier spoke softly
sweetheart? When did that happen? And when did my body get permission to react this way?
He was leaning on the doorframe, his arm crossed over his broad chest.
"what are you doing here?" you asked, retracting your hand from your hammering heart and finally setting the files on the desk.
"I told you I'd be back" he put simply "We never got to finish our talk this morning"
You swallowed what felt like sand in your mouth,
A part of you, a naive, stupid part of you, was hoping he would have already forgotten about that, but of course, it's Javier F. Peña we're talking about, and when it's about torturing you... you can be sure he'll never forget anything.
"what talk?" you lied through your teeth
maybe miracles are real, maybe he'll just let it go.
He didn't respond, he didn't need to, he saw right through you.
He smirked instead, uncrossing his arms and taking a step towards you.
Now your heart wasn't racing from the scare, this was all him.
You were the only people in the office, hell, the building probably, and he was right there in front of you, looking at you like he could see right through your clothes.
"You paused" he murmured, now towering over you
"What are you talking about?"
Fake it until you make it, right?
"You paused this morning"
You frowned, pretending not to know exactly what he was talking about “Listen Peña I gotta go home, so if you-“ you moved out of his way, starting towards the door, but before you could actually exit the room, his hand on your wrist stopped you, making you turn around
“Do you want me to fuck you, agent y/l/n?”
To say heat rushed to your face was an understatement
“What the fuck?” 
“Oh don’t look so surprised, I saw how you looked at me before” he cooed, wetting his lips 
“And how did I look at you?” you shook your arm out of his hold, just for him to get even closer to you, his body now inches away from your own
“Like you wanted me to say just that” he murmured “like you wanted me to bend you over your desk and take you right there in the middle of the office”
A breath got caught in your throat, and as much as you wanted to get out of his penetrating gaze, you couldn't do anything but stare at those endless wells of brown.
I don't know what to say, What the fuck could I say?
The same pleased grin was adorning his lips, and for a moment you pondered whether you wanted to smack or kiss it off of him.
"I don't know what you're talking about" you managed to say, praying you sounded more confident than you actually felt
"c'mon sweetheart" he chuckled "I know you want it" he breathed, ducking closer so he could whisper in your ear as he moved some hair out of your face "A good fuck wouldn't hurt you... you're always so tense"
He drawled out his words like spells
"You're confident for a man who needs to pay women to fuck them"
he smiled amusedly at that
"Is that a challenge?"
"most definitely not" You ignored the shiver running up your spine
he raised his head again so that he could look at you
"There's nothing to be ashamed of, y'know," he said "It would just be two friends helping each other out"
"since when are we friends?"
"fine then" he agreed "Two colleagues"
Was he being serious?
Did I fall asleep at my desk and this is just some fucked up lucid dream?
"c'mon baby" he persisted, his hands finding your waist "I can make you feel real good"
"Peña..." you breathed, trying to get your mind to collaborate and realize what a fucking mistake you were about to make
"yes, sweetheart?" the bastard asked, his voice dropping an octave.
You gulped, cursing yourself internally
There was no turning back, your mind was already made up... and he knew it too.
You glanced out the door.
No one was here,
No one would ever have to know about this.
"If I agree... we'll never speak of this again ok?" you stated "This never happened"
The widest grin you'd ever seen split his face
"You sure about that, baby?" he murmured, "that way..." he brought his right thumb to your mouth, slowly tracing its shape "How will you be able to beg me to do it again?" 
You snorted "please"
"Ok, how about this" he proposed then "I promise to never speak of it again, if after we're done... You can sincerely tell me that that wasn't the best sex of your life"
You laughed again, "fine"
"You can't lie" he reminded you, his mouth now ghosting yours
"I won't" you repeated "Now can you please just-"
"Gladly" he muttered, but before you had time to respond or think of any other rules to impose, his lips were already on yours, and his tongue had slipped into your mouth
He was...hungry
Both his hands wrapped around your waist and he picked you up like you weighed less than a feather.
The squeak you let out was muffled by his mouth, but you somehow managed to wrap your legs and arms around him in the haze.
his hands were on your ass, and the groan he let out didn't even try to hide just how much he liked them there.
You could feel his mustache, taste his cigarettes, and his scent was wrapped around you like a mantel, and god you hated admitting it but it felt good, he felt good
And you were so caught up in everything that your body was feeling for the first time in so long, that you didn't even realize he hadn't stayed still, but in fact, had walked you right in front of Messina's desk and was now sitting you on it.
Oh god
Why did it now just tick that you were in your boss' office?
"changed your mind yet?" 
Javier on the other hand, couldn't have cared less
"From just a kiss?" you teased, cocking an eyebrow
He snickered, parting your legs so he could fit in between them.
His mouth trailed away from yours until it found your ear "Well I am very talented with my mouth" he murmured, before biting your lobe.
You wouldn't have even realized you had moaned if it wasn't for that smug smirk on his face.
"Oh don't worry" he cooed, his mouth now lowering to kiss your neck "I'll show you in a minute"
His lips started a slow, torturous trail down your neck, each peck sending a ripple of warmth to your core, and when his teeth grazed your collarbones, then you couldn't do anything but whimper, as you threw your head back.
You couldn't see him, but you sure as hell could feel that smile on his lips.
Next was your blouse, he took his time gently undoing each button, reserving a kiss for every new inch of skin he uncovered, until the fabric wasn't doing anything to cover up your bra, and all he needed, and hence did, was to get rid of your shirt.
"fuck" he muttered mostly to himself, all his eagerness showing for a moment as he removed your black bra like his life was on the line "Where have you been hiding all this?"
"I haven't been hiding anything, and you know it" you scoffed "I catch you staring at least twice a day"
A soft chuckle fled his throat "Can you blame me?" he asked, his eyes focused on your body "I mean look at you" his hands traveled up your belly until they were cupping your tits "You belong in a museum"
And you knew he had probably said that same line to more girls than you could ever imagine, but the blush on your cheeks rose nonetheless.
But before you had time to lie and ask just how many those girls were, he had ducked and sucked your left nipple into his mouth.
"oh shit" you whispered, hypnotized by the image in front of you.
He caught you staring as he opened his eyes, and just when you were expecting a snarky comment, he only smirked before taking your other nipple into your mouth.
This time you closed your eyes as you moaned just to be safe.
He let go of your skin with a pop, making you whimper.
"Can I take off your skirt sweetheart?"
What is this, a joke?
"mh-mh" you hummed
"All the sudden you don't wanna talk?" he mocked "Use your words baby"
You had to fight the urge to roll your eyes 
"Yes, Javier, you can take off my skirt"
A smirk pulled at his lips
"Good girl"
If you were wet before, those two words had now rendered you completely drenched, and that look on his face told you he knew exactly what he was doing
His fingers quickly slipped under your skirt, and before you knew it, you were sitting in front of him in only a pair of black panties, and your work heels.
You were breathing as if you'd just run a marathon once he started peeling your panties off of you.
"wait" you suddenly remembered 
"What is it sweetheart?" he stopped
"I-" all the sudden you were embarrassed "I didn't shave"
he looked at you like you'd just told him to go fuck himself
"Baby girl, you're insulting me" he cooed, stoking your sides "You take me for a man who cares about that sort of thing?"
"Oh," you breathed "I just-"
"You got me all wrong sweetheart" he shook his head, slowly kneeling between your knees and gradually taking off your panties in the process.
"god, you're beautiful" he breathed, once you were entirely bare before him.
And again, red crept up your cheeks.
He picked one of your legs up and unhurriedly bent down to kiss you just above your ankle, and then your calves, and then your knee, and then all the way to your inner thigh, until you were screaming internally and your heart was beating faster than you thought humanly possible.
he took his time placing your foot on the chair next to him, so you were spread wide for him, and then did the same thing all over again to your other leg, only changing his routine when he placed your leg on his shoulder instead of the chair.
You were close to hyperventilating.
"Javier..."
"What sweetheart?" he teased, his lips now inches from where your body was begging him to be "You're already desperate?"
"You-You wish" you lied
He chuckled, and the vibrations of his voice went straight to your core, making you whimper
"no?" he taunted, kissing you even closer to your cunt
"no- just-" you swallowed
"what? Tell me what you want baby"
"You know what I want" you begged
"I do, but I wanna hear you say it" he murmured, kissing you just above your pussy "I want to hear you begging me to lick this pretty pussy of yours"
"That's not going to happen" you breathed
He grinned "You sure?" his lips lowered to kiss your clit
"fuck" you moaned with a thread of voice
"You sure you don't want me to?" he asked again, his lips now finding your hole "'cause that would be a damn shame..." he continued, the tip of his tongue now finding your core for just a second "You look fucking delicious baby"
"I-" you stuttered, shutting your eyes "Javier c'mon"
"I want to hear you say it, princess" he smirked, "What's the magic word?"
And fuck him, but you were desperate
"Please" you surrendered "Please Javier just-"
The rest of your sentence died in your throat as he finally dove down, taking your pussy into his mouth.
"Javi" you whimpered, clutching his head to your body with one hand and gripping the desk with the other.
You had never called him Javi a day in your life, but this seemed as good a time as any.
He sucked on your clit first, stretching it into his mouth and going back again and again making you squirm and desperate to come, before starting to devour every other inch of you, licking up and down and swirling his tongue over your nub, getting drunk on your taste.
"Shit- oh my fucking god" you panted, losing every bit of decency you had and grinding against him.
His mustache was tickling your skin, only making you want to moan louder.
Good thing you were the only people left in the office.
And just when you thought it couldn't get any better, two of his thick, long fingers plunged inside of you.
"Fuck-javi!" you screamed
he curled them inside you while he didn't even dream about stopping his work on your clit, and you couldn't do anything but arch your back as a series of obscenities left your mouth.
his other hand came up to palm your breasts and again, a shock of pleasure coursed through you as he added a third finger.
"Oh god- that's-" you moaned "Javi"
You didn't even know what to say, you just knew that you hadn't felt this good or full in far too much, if not ever.
Three fingers of his didn't even compare to the two of yours you had spent months using as some sort of relief.
"I love it when you say my name like that baby" he leaned away for just a moment to say, before resuming his work of art.
"f-fuck" you cried "Javi please"
"What is it sweetheart?" he asked, his fingers pushing in and out of you filling the room with an obscene sound.
You were soaked.
"Javi I think-" You felt your stomach start to shake as the orgasm was about to take hold but... but something wasn't right.
"fuck javi something's wrong I-" you moaned, 
You had never felt like this, it felt like... it felt like you were about to pee.
"I think I'm gonna-"
And before you had time to finish, he pitched your left nipple and a tsunami of pleasure washed you all the way to the shore as your vision went white.
You were sure your moans could be heard from outside of the building.
"Goddamit sweetheart" his deep voice brought you back to reality
You opened your eyes, and he was... he was glistening, and- and that wet spot on his shirt wasn't there before, was it?
"Did I-" Your eyes widened
 You...squirted? You didn't even know you were capable of something like that
"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen baby," he said, looking at you as if you'd just turned water to wine "Was this your first time?" 
"yeah" you nodded
A smile spread on his lips as he stood up again 
"You still sure you aren't gonna beg me to do that again?"
"God, I hate you" you breathed
"yeah? Enough to let me fuck you apparently" he murmured, before crashing his lips with yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
"Shut up" you mustered, before he kissed you once again.
You racked your hands down his chest, fumbling to undo his shirt's buttons.
thank god he didn't wear a tie today
Once his shirt was off with his help, you let your hands move down his body until they found the bulge in his tight jeans.
"fuck" he groaned, as you palmed him through the fabric.
His belt was even harder to take off.
"Eager sweetheart?" he cooed, undoing his belt for you, and while he was at it, unzipping his pants.
"Shut up"
He smirked that same smug smirk he seemed to have stapled to his lips "We'll see who'll be the one who won't be able to talk in a minute" 
"I'm not sucking your dick, Peña"
"That's not what I'm talking about baby" he murmured, getting rid of his pants and boxers at the same time.
Your gaze lowered and- oh shit
"fuck" you muttered, not even realizing you had
He chuckled, his chest raising with his voice "What? Too big for you?" he mocked, kissing your cheek before trailing his mouth to your ear "Don't worry, I'll go slow just for you, sweetheart"
Your mouth was still agape, but you were finally able to tear your glare from his member.
"Do you-" you swallowed "Do you have a condom?" you remembered.
In no time he materialized one from the pocket of the jeans pooling at his feet.
"Of course" you huffed out a laugh.
He didn't pay you any mind you as he rolled on the condom, and you watched the motion, mesmerized by... well, by how big he was.
He caught you red-handed, and his grin only widened.
"Open your legs for me sweetheart" he ordered, and something in his tone made you oblige immediately.
He positioned himself at your entrance, taking his dick in his hand and sliding it between your folds.
"fuck" you moaned softly, closing your eyes
"I want you to look at me" he stopped you, "You look at me when I'm inside you, baby"
You hesitated a moment before doing as told, looking into his lust-filled eyes.
"Good girl" he praised you, before finally entering you.
"Oh my god" you moaned at the stretch.
"That was just the tip sweetheart" he smirked, pushing himself even deeper.
Just the tip?
You looked to where your bodies were meeting and, to your dismay... he was right
How is that all gonna fit?
"It's gonna fit" he read your mind, retracting his hips just to thrust himself deeper "You're gonna take it all like a good girl y/n" he murmured against your mouth, as his fingers found your clit "and then when I'm done with you" he forced his cock into you again making you quite literally scream "you're gonna feel so sore you're gonna remember me every time you take a step"
And with that, he drove his whole dick into you, making you bite your own lip so hard you could almost taste blood.
"God you feel good" he groaned, starting to find a slow pace "so fucking tight for me sweetheart"
"fuckfuckfuckfuck" was all you could cry out into the air
it was so big
and so deep
"I know" he cooed, kissing your neck, before fastening his pace.
"Javi!" you screamed, one of your hands going to grip his shoulder to keep you anchored to this world.
It was nothing like anything you'd ever felt. You could feel him everywhere, taking hold of every single part of your being.
"Look at you" he murmured, kissing ur lips again, even if they were parted as you gasped for air "Taking it so well" he cooed, his fingers resuming their work on your clit "Being such a good girl for me" he continued, his breath fanning against your mouth "letting me use this pretty pussy of yours" he groaned, as you sucked him right in "drenching me with all your juices" he growled "so so good"
"javi please" you moaned
"do you even know what you're begging for?" he asked "Or are you so cock drunk that brain of yours has stopped working?"
"I-" You tried to come up with a comeback, but all you could do was whine and whine and then whine again.
 "fuck" was now his turn to moan "babygirl you feel so fucking good"
"Javi"
"Yes say my name sweetheart" he thrust into you more harshly now, more deeply even somehow "Scream it"
"Fuck-javi!"
"just like that" he nodded, looking you right in your eyes as he split you in fucking half "Just like that baby"
"Javi I'm-" you whimpered, not able to find the words
"You're coming sweetheart?" he found them for you "You gonna drench me again?" he asked mostly himself "No you need to have it licked to do that, don't you?" he realized "fuck I can't wait 'till you'll let me have a taste again"
"oh my god" you moaned, as pure ecstasy ran through your body "Fuck I'm-"
"come all over me baby" he urged, grunting with every one of his deep fucking thrusts "Be a good girl and come on my cock"
And that was all you needed, that's all you heard before you were screaming his name as loud as you could, letting him drill you into another earth-shattering orgasm.
"fuck" he groaned, just after you were done, "fuck-y/n" was all he could muster before he too, had the best orgasm of his life.
it took a moment before any of you got enough breath in your lungs to do anything but stare into each other's blown-out pupils.
"So?" he asked, not even bothering to pull out
Part of you was still wondering if this was a dream, and the fact you couldn't feel most of your body certainly didn't help
"You know" you rolled your eyes
He smirked "I do know, but I wanna hear you say it"
"Yes, alright?" you admitted
"Yes, what?"
fuck. me.
"Fine" you sighed "Yes, Javier, it was the best sex of my life"
And again, his grin only got wider "Good" he said "'cause it was mine too" he gave your lips another quick peck "and there's no way we're not doing it again"
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bts5sosempire · 1 year
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the tyrant (i)
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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sukuna ryomen x reader
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 4,089
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: arrange marriage, slow-burn yandere, polygamous marriage (cuz this is set in the old time, so yeah), mention of infertility, power imbalance, will get dark and unhinged in the next chap., etc.
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: "you were the apple of Sukuna's eyes, the one who brought him solace and everything. The only thing you were incapable of was giving him a child, an heir he wished to spoil like he did to you."
𝐚/𝐧: always new and unfinished content I be spewing out in my WIP drafts. It's endless. I really am one of those writers that would go away and just come back to drop something then go away again 🙃. Some of things I type out, I did some research on it and the rest are not. Almost forgot that I got inspired by a show I watched so some parts got me rapidly writing it.
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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"What do you mean she's not able to conceive?" Sukuna asks, his trained eyes sharpening on the doctor, who notices his reaction and yelp in fear as they immediately bow forward with their forehead and hands touching the floor.
"P-Please pardon my incompetent!" They spoke out, voices shaking. "I have diagnosed Lady (Name) and found out that her pulse is too weak, her body temperature is low, and her estrogen level is also low..." The doctor wanted to say more, but their lips was sealed shut and Sukuna, whose unwavering gaze lingered on them, waited for them to continue with an irritated expression.
Sukuna: "Why aren't you continuing?"
The doctor once again jolted in their spot, "I fear this will affect her fertility rate!"
Sukuna: "You should've said so."
"My Lord?" They picked up their head and thought that Sukuna couldn't get anymore scarier than before, but they were wrong. The expression Sukuna wore was far more than dangerous; his eyes suddenly glazed over in vehement anger and burning rage. The doctor knew it wasn't directed toward them, but still, they couldn't help but feel a pit in their stomach.
Sukuna then used a hand to shoo them away, "Find a solution. Fast. I'll call you for progress." The doctor didn't need Sukuna to tell him if he failed; he knew what it meant if he could not live up to the expectation. His life. The doctor bid a farewell greeting and flew out of the Lord's room faster than any bird.
Outside the door, the doctor bumped into Lady Eisha, holding a tea tray. She gives the doctor a polite smile before entering the room, "Husband?" Sukuna, rubbing his face, opened his strawberry eyes and saw his principal wife. Eisha is a doll with porcelain skin and demure features; she was cladded in the finest and most expensive silks and jewelry that could feed a whole village for a year. Even though she wasn't initially Sukuna's first choice to be the principal wife, it was you; his mother insisted that Eisha should be the one since she was from a notable family. But so were you. Sukuna wanted clarification from his mother regarding her great dislike towards you being the primary wife, but all it did was ignite her wrath. Therefore, his mother never answers him, and it displeases him greatly. To take you as his second wife and, in ranking too. He isn't going to give you anything less; he knows how to piss off his mother; Sukuna could follow her wish, doesn't mean he isn't going to fulfill it.
"Is there anything that distresses you?" Sukuna didn't answer her. Instead, he was still in his damper mood and mauling over what he had just heard today. Eisha focused on her husband and the tea she had set on the ground. She delicately pours Sukuna a cup, then inches closer to present him with the tea with a soft smile. Sukuna accepts the cup without as much as looking at Eisha. Sukuna brought the cup to his lips, testing the temperature and smelling the scented aroma of matcha.
Eisha could feel her smile drop a little. Sukuna never looked her way despite being married for five years; the only time he would look at her was when they were to consummate and fulfill their duty as husband and wife to produce an heir. So far, Eisha has given him a daughter only, and all the other five concubines have given him a child each or two along the way. While one or two of them were on their second or third pregnancy, there was you, who remained childless all these years. Despite being the second wife after Eisha, you were still the secret mockery within the harem. With no child, you were to remain powerless against the rest of the harem and Eisha. However, you shouldn't be underestimated from her point of view; Eisha couldn't help but feel the vying affection she had wanted for so long from Sukuna, only to be delivered towards you. With you holding the heart of Sukuna, everyone was to remain careful about how they spoke of you. If one lousy word slipped from someone's mouth and reached Sukuna's ear, they would incur his deadly animosity.
She doesn't know what Sukuna could see in you; you were a harlot vixen who never once appreciated an ounce of Sukuna's admiration whenever it was presented. All you did was throw it back at his face; your cold disposition and indifference were a crime in her mind.
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"Mistress?" Your maid, Yumi, calls out to you in worry, her voice in a hushed whisper as she looks out at the door warily to see any obscuring shadows of people lurking outside. "How do you think the Lord would take about your news?"
While you remain calm, you settle down your needlework onto your lap and look ahead of you with an annoyed expression. "It's not my problem; no child means no ties to that man." You were so nonchalant about your situation that Yumi put her hands on your forearm and gripped it, but not strong enough to hurt you. "Still..." Yumi starts; she knows how much you dislike Sukuna but wouldn't speak it out loud for your safety. You set your embroidery aside and re-situated yourself in your seating position. Patting her hands with your free hand, you try to reassure Yumi for her sake. "Yumi, you worry too much about me that you haven't been sitting still for the last hour." Disarming her with a smile, you decided to switch topics with a pacifist voice, "So, how is the situation with Lord Itadori?"
At the mention of Yuji, you see how her expression change from worry to realization. Yumi's hands fly off your forearm immediately, and she plucks out a letter from her inner attire and hands it to you with two hands. You take the letter from her and unfold the content, eyes reading the words.
Yuji was Sukuna's younger half-brother, who was fifteen years old, compared to Sukuna, who was twenty-seven. When you put them together or side by side, there wasn't much of a difference in their appearances; if you could point out, Yuji would be the replica of Sukuna, but he is someone who has softer features and heart, unlike his sharper and cold-hearted older brother. You would have referred to Yuji's last name as Sukuna, but before the former Lord passed away, Yuji wished to keep his mother's maiden name since she was the only family member left of hers. He is such a filial son; if only he were the same age as his older brother, you would've married him instead in a heartbeat. But in the end, it didn't matter, you treated the young boy as a little brother and sent him a bi-weekly care package, and Yuji treated you as an older sister he never had despite having so many.
"What does the letter say, Mistress?" Yumi asked, peering at the letters that looked like nothing but indescribable chicken scratches.
"I also missed the young master's presence; if he were here, Lord Sukuna wouldn't be hounding you every chance he gets." Yumi mention, and you chuckle. Sukuna hates Yuji, and how you prefer his younger brother. Sukuna had made it known to make off and backhanded comments at Yuji in your being, even with Yuji's naivety to a certain extent; he was sensible enough to understand that his older half-brother didn't like him much. This made you defend the young boy, and in defense, you use the same manner Sukuna did to Yuji in calculated and halcyon quips. You miss the satisfaction of making the man bite his lips in frustration, a part of you wants to relive it again.
"What do you think it says?" You retort the question right back at her, and she sheepishly smiles at you while scratching the back of her head. "I've taught you how to read and write, and the alphabet never stuck to you, did it?" To confirm your suspicion, Yumi made it more evident by messing with the hem of her attire. You want to eye roll at your adorable servant but hold it off with a sigh before giving her a brief explanation. "Yuji said he's doing well at the Gojo's compound; he's also having a nice time and has made friends with the Fushiguro's son and Nobara's daughter. While learning has been difficult for him since I'm not around to help him, Gojo-sensi was nice enough to dumb it down for him." You click your tongue and eye Yumi, "What's with you and Yuji not retaining anything?" Continuing to summarize the letter, you can't help but huff out a little laugh at what you read; Yuji tried to spell something but couldn't as it was retried and crossed out multiple times then he said something different. "He missed eating with me and mentioned that his Sensi wanted to meet me since it's rare for a (Surname) clan girl to be married off. The rest is him rambling about a pretty girl, and that's it."
If you were someone else, he would've had your head skewered at the front of the gate of the Sukuna's estate as a warning for everyone to watch what they say to him.
Folding the letter and putting it back inside the envelope, you check the sun's position, and you see it is nearly noon. "Yumi, prepare my tea for me."
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"Is that so?" An older woman raises a brow; she listens intently to what is being told in front of her ears. Eisha, sitting in front of her, telling her the dreading news of you not being able to conceive children from where she overheard the doctor from Sukuna's quarter in the hallway. Sukuna's mother, Hanami, plays it off, "Even if she failed to fulfill her duty as one of his wives, there are still the other concubines here that are avail." Hanami tried to pass it off as it was the will of fate you weren't granted, children.
"Mother, you're right, although I can't help but worry that this might affect his Lordship's health." Eisha expresses, and Hanami hum at her to go on, "He has been waiting for so long to sire a child with her and is filled with news that she couldn't. Thus I wonder if you could help?"
Hanami paused, giving her a look, "Help? Do you want me to help her? Even if I can, I'm unsure how effective I could be." Hanami worded herself to be a saint and fair in front of Eisha, but when it comes to you, she refuses to be in any part of your life. Anything else, it's disgust and hatred she had for you. If you were born from a different clan and not the one associated with your Aunt Iori Setsuko, formally known as (Surname) Setsuko, she would've helped you.
Eisha, who asked the question, wasn't sure what answer she was given, but she still felt a sense of elation; the fact that you were disregarded as useless stroked her ego. Even if she doesn't have Sukuna's affection yet, she has her mother-in-law, her backer, and support.
"By the way, how are you and my son faring? Another child from you would hold the line stable." Hanami didn't notice how Eisha's face turned wry for a second, and within a blink, it disappeared as she presented her mother-in-law with a smile. Eisha didn't need a reminder from Hanami that she needed a boy to hold the line of succession going.
"Ryomen and I are trying for another, but it's not easy as it seems as it was during the first time," Eisha told Hanami, who gasped as a hand flew to her lips worriedly.
Hanami reached across and held Eisha's hands and squeezed them, "We cannot have that; I have some remedies that could help you." Hanami went over to her drawer and pulled out a few bottles. She hands them over to Eisha, who pretends to look astonished, "This is Unkei-to; take a pill daily to help with your blood flow and circulation." Hanami then sat across from Eisha again, "It's to help regulate your body heat and menstruation cycle, also increasing your ovulation too."
After going on a tangent of talking, Eisha excuses herself and lets out a triumphant grin.
Hanami drops the facade of a loving and caring mother; she puts two fingers against her temple and rubs it in pain; she could feel a headache forming. Knowing the news that you weren't able to bear children does strike her heart cords in happiness, but your presence was still a little reminder of why you're here. For as long as Hanami has known Setsuko, your Aunt was a thorn in her side at the starting days of their youth as young teenagers. Hanami was hailed as the fair maiden of Japan until your Aunt Setsuko appeared and took her title and everything. Every woman from the (Surname) Clan was always regarded as having a prestigious and noble birth, a goddess. Rarely were they ever seen or shown to the public; anyone who was to be wedded or engage with the women was married to their family instead of the husband, per upon agreement. The same goes with the men; the (Surname) is very picky on who they union their children with.
The reason why their feud has ensued for so long was because of Sukuna Tsugahara, Hanami's now-late husband. At first, Hanami and Tsugahara were lovers, and until he met Setsuko that he was smitten and was willing to break off the engagement with her. Blinded by anger and resentment every day for it, Setsuko and Tsugahara got closer and closer until it was then they were set to be engaged that Hanami had pulled the rug beneath their feet. Both parties were stunned since Hanami was willing to pull every dirty stunt in her book until she got Tsugahara back into her arms, and she successfully did. She called him back because a night of trysts pretending to be Setsuko and Sukuna Ryomen resulted from it.
To say Setsuko was betrayed, Hanami wished for Setsuko to feel everything she felt.
Hanami had to give that woman a round of applause, though she knew that Setsuko's bitterness would never end and it would burn forever; sending you was uncalled for and a friendly reminder of 'you robbed me, I will do it right back.'
You were almost an uncanny image of your Aunt that Hanami thought she had seen the devil for a second. Even Tsugahara thought you were Setsuko, and he mistakenly called you her name. You have to correct him. More alarming was her only son, Sukuna Ryomen, whose pupils were blown wide from your beauty and disposition that she thought she was reliving her horrible days again. First, it was her husband who was smitten by Setsuko, now her son towards you.
Even if she successfully dissuades her son from taking you as the head wife, it doesn't stop you from being pampered day and night by both men. Tsugahara cherished you as if you were his daughter since he couldn't be with the one he loves, and Sukuna wouldn't leave you alone to breathe; even speaking ill of you is forbidden, which is an unwritten rule anyone should and have to know.
Hanami was disturbed by their behavior relating to you; you were their favorite. Everything you do is perfect in their eyes, and you would be excused and given leniency. She won't know if she should be thankful that you didn't take advantage of her husband and son's adoration, but she's, nevertheless, pissed that you have them wrapped around your fingers!
You seem to adore your father-in-law Tsugahara more than your husband.
"Now, what should I do?" Hanami asks no one in particular but herself. She didn't want to indulge in the past anymore; she didn't care about Eisha; Hanami needed Eisha to give birth to a legitimate son to secure and solidify her position as the wife. After all, she didn't give her those pills for anything; she needs you out of the picture, even if it'll take time.
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You thought peace was always an option without Sukuna hovering over you for the last few days, but not today. The feeling of disdain shoots you; the doctor and Sukuna are in your chamber. Yumi was nervously seated behind you, observing the scene, trying not to be as alarmed as possible. She fears Sukuna, but her caring and worried nature for you outweighs what she feels for your husband. Meanwhile, Sukuna was puffing a tobacco pipe by the window, his face resting against his knuckles. He was side-eying the situation. Your bodily functions matter to him that he took mere time off to hear what the doctor had to say.
The doctor diagnosing you took the thin cloth from your wrist after retaking your pulse. Sukuna had insisted that you were not to be touched by anyone but himself since he's your husband, and you were not to be grouped with common filth either. His other women in the harem.
"Well?" Sukuna lingers his gaze on the male, who clears his throat in apprehension.
The doctor shifted a bit in his spot; he had found a new habit since being under the scrutiny eyes of Sukuna. "As the results from before, Lady (Name) has low body heat and chances of conceiving a child. I had brought back a drug that will help improve her vitality over time to help her chance of conceiving." The male went to his medical box and searched for the miracle medicine. After a few seconds, he pulls out a small purple sash. The doctor unties the strings before carefully dumping a small ball of leaves onto their palm the size of a mini rosebud. You could smell the scent of ginger in it, along with many others. "This was specially made for Lady (Name); it's infused and compressed with..." They went on a tangent confabulation in which herbs were gathered from the mountains, and while what was brought from abroad, together, he went with the effects of it.
"Instead of telling me, get started." Sukuna cuts them off with impatient, and the doctor changes course and requests a pot of boiled water. You instructed Yumi to go to the kitchen with a slight nod. You will play along with whatever plan Sukuna has for you.
Yumi returns a quarter later, tray in both hands. She sat and kneeled on the ground, pouring a bowl of hot water into the ceramic. The doctor then proceeded to drop the ball of leaves into the cup as it unraveled openly. The water slowly changes its color until a dark golden hue is presented.
"It's ready," the doctor announces, plucking the leaves out and gesturing for you to pick up the bowl. You took the cup with the slow motion of a lady and brought it up to your nose. Sukuna watches your action; he sees how you peer into the bowl before taking a small sip, there was a slight twitch you showed, and he guessed it was probably bitter. You down the medicine in one go as you tilt it upwards until nothing was left beside a few residues of leaf particles. There was a strong bitterness in your mouth when you set the bowl back on the small table.
Sukuna dumps the rest of the tobacco out the window by tapping it before setting the pipe aside. He gives the doctor and Yumi a look, indicating that they should leave the room. The doctor didn't need to be told twice before he left the room in a rush, and Yumi hastily picks the bowl and put it on the tray before walking out of the room, not before casting you a glance of anxiety.
"Now," Sukuna rose from his seat, and you do the same, trying to cut him off from meeting you halfway. You blatantly wish to be anywhere else but here with him. It was because of orders from Sukuna to have you confined for a few days to find out what happened to you that it disrupted your daily activities to go out in public to help out the misfortunes and events you voluntarily volunteered yourself to escape his clutches. "Are you that eager to get away, love?" You didn't get very far, as it took a few strides to catch up. Sukuna uses a hand to grasp your wrist and pull you to his hard chest while one arm loops itself to your waist, his fingers lovingly playing with the outline of your hip, drumming and tapping. The man lays his chin on your shoulder while the smell of tobacco clings onto him, drafting towards your nose; Sukuna softly inhales your scent, lulling his mind into tranquility as he closes his eyes blissfully.
This made you turn your head subtly to the side to avoid him, but this made Sukuna think this was an invitation to dig his nose more profoundly into the crevice of your neck. A soft rumble could be heard from his throat. "I may confine you to stay within the castle, but that doesn't mean you have to stay in here." Here. What Sukuna had meant what that being on 'house arrest' doesn't mean you make it a habit to stay in your room.
"You didn't specify where to be confined, so I ought to stay somewhere, and here isn't bad at all." Retort with calmness but a subtle jab, Sukuna's hold tightens a bit more, not much to your liking. But it loosens as it comes to, "Your presence is greatly missed in the mess hall." You wanted to snark back that it's highly doubted; with you gone from the dining table, everyone would tell tales full of travesty of you in high and low, not in front of him, but when he's not around. The only person who would miss you was Sukuna himself.
Grabbing Sukuna's wrist, you untangle yourself from his grasp and put space between you. It's getting unbearable; you could only tolerate being in so much of his existence and him touching you. "Lift my temporary ban; then I'll join." You negotiate, and even with your back still turning against him, Sukuna can't help but grant you your wish. "That I can do, and I'm happy to see your face once more among the common ones." Sukuna moves in front of you; he grabs a lock of your hair and kisses it. He drops it before brushing his thick fingers against your tresses and trying to slide them behind your ear. You smack Sukuna's palm away with a tap, not enough to offend him, but enough to turn him away.
Your action amuses him; Sukuna wasn't sure how long you would resist him. Despite being his favorite for five years when he first laid eyes on you during the selection, even if you don't want him now, he will make sure you'll be him for the rest of eternity. He's a very patient man with many crafts underneath his sleeve. "Make sure to be there on time."
"How can I forget you're a punctual man," maintaining the underlying impasse, Sukuna chuckles when you look up to meet his eyes.
Sukuna turned around and exited your chamber; it wasn't until he was out of sight and mind that you inhaled deeply before exhaling that Yumi cane back into the room like a blur. She fretted over you like a mother hen that your social energy was draining fast already. Putting up with Sukuna always makes you mentally tired; keeping the farce up day and night from all angles isn't what you want.
You were only here per request and out of respect to your Aunt Setsuko, who had raised you because of the early passing of your parents. Marrying into the Sukuna family does have its benefits, although it's not what you had initially had in mind. You held back your thoughts when agreeing to be shipped off into an arranged marriage with Sukuna, the only son your Aunt Setsuko was deadset on having you marry before you were even born.
Maybe you should've asked for the reason before agreeing; now it's an endless headache you're dealing with.
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younger / choi beomgyu
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song recommendation: younger by ruel
non-idol!beomgyu ~ childhood friends to lovers? ~ angst / wc: 4k
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You and Beomgyu would roam the nighttime streets together, hidden from the watchful eyes of unaware parents. The glow of the television, coupled with the stubborn persistence of bedroom lights, painted a canvas of secrets. Yet, it's been ages since you last crossed paths, the innocence that once bound you together seemingly lost in the labyrinth of time. Beomgyu's absence left you in a void, the shadows deepening as he disappeared into the darkness of a park, a departure marking the irreversible shift in the dynamics of your relationship. The echoes of those nights linger, but the connection you once shared now stands as a mere silhouette of what it used to be—forever altered, and, regrettably, never to be the same again.
At the tender age of eleven, he departed without a trace, leaving you without farewells or explanations. In the quiet of the night, both sets of parents chose not to awaken you, and when dawn broke, your innocent request for a playdate with Beomgyu was met with the somber gazes of your own parents. They delivered the heart-wrenching news that he had relocated to another city, and in that moment, at the age of eleven, you found yourself mourning the abrupt loss of a best friend of nine years.
In the soft morning light that filtered through your bedroom curtains, you excitedly approached your parents with the anticipation of a playdate with Beomgyu. The sparkle in your eyes dimmed, however, as you were met with the unusual solemnity that hung heavy in the air.
"Mom, Dad, can Beomgyu come over today? We were going to play our favorite game," you asked, innocence radiating from your hopeful gaze.
Your parents exchanged a glance, their expressions reflecting a shared sorrow. Taking a deep breath, your mother knelt down to your eye level, her eyes carrying a weight that spoke of difficult news.
"Sweetheart," she began, her voice gentle yet laced with sadness, "Beomgyu has moved away to another city."
Your eyes widened, confusion clouding your face. "Moved away? But… why? He didn't even say goodbye."
Your father joined the conversation, crouching down beside you. "It happened late last night, and we didn't want to wake you. Your friend had to leave without saying goodbye, and we're so sorry, sweetheart."
A mixture of disbelief and aching sorrow settled over you. "But he's my best friend. Why didn't he tell me? Will he come back?"
Your mother wrapped you in a comforting embrace, her words soft as she explained, "Sometimes, people have to move for different reasons, and it's not always easy for them to say goodbye. We know how much Beomgyu means to you, and we're here for you, okay?"
You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes. The room that once echoed with laughter from shared adventures now felt empty, the absence of your dearest friend creating a void that seemed impossible to fill. As your parents held you close, the pain of losing Beomgyu settled into your young heart, and the innocence of childhood faced its first encounter with the bittersweet sting of change.
-- beomgyu's pov --
Beomgyu stirred from a restless sleep, the hum of the car engine and the rhythmic pattern of streetlights flickering through the window casting an eerie glow. Disoriented and sleepy-eyed, he sat up, rubbing his eyes as he glanced around the dim interior of the car.
"Where are we going?" he asked innocently, the excitement of a family trip bubbling in his voice.
His parents exchanged a glance, and his mother turned to him with a warm smile that held a hint of sadness. "Oh, it's just a small trip, sweetheart. A surprise for you and the family."
Beomgyu's eyes lit up, and a grin spread across his face. "Really? That's awesome! Can't wait to see where we're going. Is Y/N coming too? I want to show them all the cool places!"
His parents shared a glance laden with a poignant understanding, their smiles masking a deeper sadness. "Ah, Y/N couldn't make it this time, but we'll take lots of pictures to share with them when we get back."
Undeterred, Beomgyu leaned back in the seat, his mind already racing with plans for the adventure ahead. "Sure, sure! I'll tell Y/N all about it when we're back. They'll be so jealous they missed out!"
His parents exchanged another look, a silent acknowledgment of the weight behind the words. As the car continued its journey through the night, Beomgyu's innocent excitement filled the space, unaware that the small trip he anticipated was a journey that would reshape the landscape of his life, leaving Y/N and the familiar streets behind in a bittersweet memory.
-- later, beomgyu's pov --
The car's engine sputtered to a stop as the first rays of dawn painted the sky. Beomgyu squinted at the unfamiliar surroundings, confusion etching his features as he realized they hadn't arrived at a hotel as expected, but at a house. His parents exchanged glances, an unspoken acknowledgment of the truth that had yet to be revealed.
As the car doors opened, Beomgyu caught sight of the numerous suitcases and boxes piled in the trunk — more luggage than any ordinary trip would require. A knot of realization tightened in his stomach, the pieces clicking into place like a puzzle he hadn't been prepared to solve.
"Mom, Dad, why did you lie to me?" Beomgyu's voice trembled as he confronted the truth, tears welling in his eyes.
His parents exchanged somber looks, the weight of their decision evident in their expressions. His mother crouched down to his eye level, her voice gentle but tinged with sorrow.
"Sweetheart, we didn't want to upset you. It's just that… we're not going back home this time. This is our new house," she explained, her words hanging heavy in the air.
Beomgyu's eyes widened, the weight of the revelation sinking in. "What do you mean, not going back home? What about my friends? What about Y/N?" His voice quivered, the fear of losing the world he knew becoming too real.
His father placed a hand on his shoulder, attempting to comfort him. "We know it's a lot to take in, Beomgyu. This is a new beginning for us. You'll make new friends, and Y/N will always be a part of your life, even if you're far away."
But the reassurances fell on ears deafened by the ache of change. Beomgyu felt the tears spill over, his heart heavy with the weight of leaving behind the familiar, the friends, and the home he loved. As the reality of the situation settled in, his small shoulders shook with the grief of a chapter ending, and the uncertainty of a new one beginning.
-- months later --
Months passed in the new city, and Beomgyu found himself navigating a different life. The bustling streets, unfamiliar faces, and new routines became the backdrop to his days. His heart yearned for the familiar comfort of the old neighborhood, especially the laughter and shared adventures with you.
Late at night, under the soft glow of a borrowed phone, he'd send short messages, tapping out words of longing. "Miss you. Wish you were here," he'd type, his heart pouring into each letter. The response, when it came, was a fleeting connection to the world he left behind. The distance stretched in both miles and melancholy, and he'd find himself staring at the moon, wondering if you were doing the same.
In the town left behind, you adjusted to a life that seemed to echo with the absence of Beomgyu. The familiar haunts became bittersweet reminders, each corner holding memories of laughter and shared secrets. The longing for your friend filled your days, coloring the mundane with a tinge of melancholy.
The borrowed phone became a lifeline, a precious connection to the friend who now felt galaxies away. "Hey, how's it going there?" you'd text, fingers tapping out words that carried the weight of missing someone. The brief exchanges were a lifeline, moments of solace in the midst of change.
The conversations were small, sporadic, and filled with the silent understanding that this was the best they could manage. "Remember the treehouse? I found a cool park here too," Beomgyu typed, trying to bridge the gap.
"I went to the movies last week. Missed having you there," you replied, the longing evident in the simple words.
Through these fragments of connection, a shared sentiment emerged — the ache of separation and the hope that someday, the miles that kept them apart would lessen, and they'd find themselves under the same moon again. The small texts became the threads that kept their friendship stitched together across the expanse that now lay between them.
--
The soft glow of the moon seeped through Beomgyu's bedroom window, casting a melancholy ambiance on the walls. Sulking in the quiet confines of his room, he couldn't shake the weight of homesickness that clung to him like a shadow. The dinner table downstairs, once a place of familial warmth, seemed like a world away.
His mother, attuned to the echoes of her son's melancholy, gently tapped on the door. "Beomgyu, sweetheart, dinner's ready. Won't you come down and join us?"
A muffled response, barely audible through the closed door, betrayed his disheartened state.
His mother sighed softly before stepping into the room. The soft glow of the bedside lamp revealed Beomgyu, curled up on the bed, a world of longing etched into his eyes.
She sat beside him, offering a tender smile. "What's on your mind, my love?"
His gaze remained fixed on the distant horizon outside the window as he whispered, "I miss home, Mom. I miss Y/N, and I miss everything."
Her heart ached for him. Placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, she said, "Change is hard, Beomgyu. I know it feels like everything's different now, but you're strong, and we'll get through this together. Dinner is waiting, but if you need some time, I understand."
His mother's understanding touch was a balm to his soul. Beomgyu turned to her, the vulnerability in his eyes reflecting the depth of his homesickness. "I just wish things could go back to how they were."
She pulled him into a warm embrace, whispering words of comfort. "I know, sweetheart. I know. Let's take it one day at a time, and who knows, maybe one day it will feel like home here too."
With a gentle squeeze, she left the room, allowing Beomgyu a moment to collect himself. The dinner table downstairs awaited, but in that fleeting moment, the warmth of his mother's embrace offered a comforting reassurance in the face of the unfamiliar world that now surrounded him.
-- years later, y/n's pov --
The years rolled by, carrying Beomgyu and Y/N into the realm of adolescence. In the beginning, the smartphones they now possessed became the conduits of their connection, trading messages filled with nostalgia, sharing snippets of their evolving lives. The threads of shared memories were woven into the digital conversations, creating a semblance of the camaraderie they once knew.
However, the inevitable currents of change started to pull them in different directions. New friendships blossomed, and the demands of their individual lives grew, leaving less room for the virtual bridge that once connected them. The exchanges became sporadic, a casual update here and there, their lives gradually filling with new faces and experiences.
Busy schedules and the excitement of forging fresh connections took precedence, and the once vibrant bond between Beomgyu and Y/N began to fray. The messages, once filled with the intimacy of shared memories, became sporadic echoes in a digital landscape that stretched between them.
As the years unfurled, the digital bridge that once connected them morphed into a mere echo of the past. The cadence of their lives, now pulsating with the rhythms of adulthood, left less space for the nostalgic conversations that once fueled their friendship. The bond, though not forgotten, transformed into a distant echo, fading in the background of the bustling lives they now led.
Y/N found herself standing on the precipice of an emotional crossroads. The once inseparable bond she shared with Beomgyu had become a delicate thread, and she desperately tried to hold on to the fragments of what they used to be. The shared laughter, the whispered secrets, and the warmth of their friendship seemed like distant echoes, slipping through her fingers like grains of sand.
"You and me were so, so close," she whispered to the quiet confines of her room, the weight of the words echoing in the silence. The ache of the growing distance between them pierced through her heart, a poignant reminder of what once was.
She had tried, oh, how she had tried. Late-night texts and calls filled with the essence of nostalgia were her attempts to salvage the connection that meant so much. But the responses were intermittent, the vibrancy of their conversations replaced by the echoes of unspoken distance.
And maybe that's what hurt the most—the realization that despite her efforts, the bond was slipping away. The fear she had harbored for years was materializing, and the once vivid landscape of their friendship was now a fading canvas.
"It's out of my hands," she admitted with a heavy sigh, as if confessing the truth to herself. The currents of life had taken them in different directions, and there was only so much she could do to alter the course.
"I've done what I can," she whispered, the weight of acceptance settling on her shoulders. The battle against the growing distance felt like an uphill struggle, leaving her with a sense of helplessness.
"So I just save my breath," she concluded, the resolve to hold on giving way to a bittersweet acknowledgment. The breaths she once saved for laughter, secrets, and shared dreams were now exhaled into the void of the changing winds. Yet, amidst the melancholy, a glimmer of gratitude remained—a gratitude for the moments they once shared and the indelible mark Beomgyu had left on her heart.
-- beomgyu's pov --
Beomgyu's phone buzzed once again, signaling another message from Y/N. He retrieved it from his pocket, eyes briefly flickering over the notification. The number of unread messages had reached a daunting 20, each one representing a fragment of a connection he once cherished.
Sighing, he pocketed the phone, the weight of the unread messages settling into the fabric of his jeans. The conversations with his new friends resumed, laughter and banter flowing effortlessly. Soobin, Yeonjun, Huening Kai, and Taehyun became the focal points of his attention, their camaraderie echoing the dynamics he had found within this new circle.
Yet, beneath the surface, there lingered a subtle pang of guilt. He couldn't shake the awareness that Y/N's messages remained unanswered, a stark testament to the growing gap between them. The bond that once defined his world had become a distant memory, replaced by the vibrant energy of his current friendships.
As Beomgyu laughed and shared stories with his newfound companions, the buzzing phone in his pocket seemed to carry the echoes of a connection slipping away. The unread messages represented unspoken sentiments, a conversation that had faded into the background of the bustling life he now led. And with each passing moment, the distance grew, leaving Y/N's messages unanswered in the wake of the evolving chapters of Beomgyu's life.
The laughter of Beomgyu and his friends echoed through the room as they gathered for a casual hangout. Soobin, Yeonjun, Huening Kai, and Taehyun were all there, their camaraderie filling the space with warmth. However, beneath the surface of the banter, Beomgyu carried the weight of unspoken concerns that had been haunting him.
"So, guys," Beomgyu began hesitantly, a hint of vulnerability in his tone. "There's been something on my mind lately."
The room fell into a comfortable silence as his friends turned their attention to him, their expressions shifting from playful to attentive.
"What's up, Beomgyu?" Soobin asked, concern evident in his eyes.
Beomgyu took a moment before continuing, "It's just… I've been feeling kind of guilty about not keeping in touch with someone important to me. We used to be really close, but life happened, and now it's like we're drifting apart."
Yeonjun chimed in, "Is it someone from back home? Your childhood friend?"
Beomgyu nodded, grateful for the understanding in his friends' eyes. "Yeah, Y/N. We were inseparable, but now it feels like we're worlds apart. I've been avoiding their messages, and it's been bothering me."
Huening Kai leaned forward, offering a comforting smile. "It happens, Beomgyu. People change, and life takes us in different directions. It's natural to feel conflicted about it."
Taehyun added, "Maybe you should talk to them about it. It might help clear the air, and who knows, you might find a way to reconnect."
Soobin nodded in agreement. "Communication is key. If they mean a lot to you, they'll understand. And if not, at least you'll have closure."
Beomgyu sighed, a mix of gratitude and apprehension in his expression. "You guys are right. I've just been struggling with how to approach it. I don't want to hurt them or make things awkward."
Yeonjun placed a reassuring hand on Beomgyu's shoulder. "Take your time, but don't let it eat at you. True friends understand, and if they're meant to be in your life, they'll find their way back."
The room fell into a thoughtful silence as Beomgyu absorbed the advice of his friends. The weight on his shoulders felt a bit lighter, knowing he had a support system to lean on. As they continued their hangout, the unspoken understanding between the friends became a source of comfort in navigating the complexities of evolving relationships.
In the quiet hours of the night, Beomgyu found himself alone with his thoughts. The conversation with his friends lingered in his mind, urging him to confront the unease that had been haunting him. With a mix of determination and trepidation, he decided to reach out to Y/N.
He pulled out his phone, fingers hovering over the touchscreen. After a moment's hesitation, he dialed Y/N's number, memories of their countless conversations flooding back. As the dial tone resonated, his heart raced with anticipation.
However, instead of the familiar voice he hoped to hear, an automated system responded. "The number you have dialed is no longer in service."
A wave of disappointment and realization washed over Beomgyu. The connection, once a lifeline between them, had dissolved into the void of disconnected lines. The reality of the situation hit him harder than he expected, and he felt a lump forming in his throat.
He stared at the screen, grappling with the finality of the automated message. The untold words he had been holding back seemed to echo in the silence of the room. Beomgyu was left with the weight of unspoken conversations and the stark reality that the bridge connecting them had crumbled.
Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes, the phone still in his hand. The ache of missed opportunities and lingering questions lingered in the air. In that solitary moment, Beomgyu found himself grappling with the bittersweet truth — that some connections, no matter how meaningful, were destined to fade into the echoes of what once was.
-- y/n's pov --
Deep in my heart, I felt the subtle ache of something irretrievable. The bond that once defined Beomgyu and me seemed to have reached its twilight, leaving behind an unspoken void. His number, once etched into the fabric of my contacts, now felt like a distant memory, and with a heavy heart, I decided to let go.
I knew that it's over, the unspoken chapters of our friendship sealed within the folds of time. The laughter, the shared secrets, and the camaraderie we once held dear now echoed in the corridors of nostalgia.
Deleted your number – a choice made with the reluctant acceptance that some connections were destined to dissolve. The mere absence of those digits felt like erasing a chapter of my history, a chapter that held the echoes of a friendship now lost in the folds of growing up.
So I can't call you, I thought, acknowledging the deliberate choice to distance myself. The yearning for the conversations that once filled the nights lingered, but the awareness that those calls had become echoes of a bygone era weighed heavily on my heart.
As the chapters turned, I couldn't help but wonder how we arrived at this point. The unspoken words hung in the air, carrying the weight of a friendship that had silently evolved into something unrecognizable. And as I navigated the complexities of growing up, the bittersweet realization settled in – some connections, no matter how cherished, were destined to evolve into wistful memories.
-- years later --
At the age of 22, Beomgyu and Y/N found themselves engulfed in the currents of life, their paths diverging with each passing day. The once inseparable bond that defined their younger years had become a distant memory, fading into the background of their individual journeys.
Life's demands, new friendships, and evolving priorities led them in directions that seemed worlds apart. The sporadic messages that once bridged the growing distance had become echoes in the expanse that now lay between them. The phone numbers, once etched into each other's contacts with familiarity, were now just digits in a sea of connections.
Beomgyu navigated the bustling waves of adulthood, his focus on the present and future. The laughter and camaraderie of his new friends became the soundtrack of his days, the memories of childhood adventures and shared secrets relegated to the recesses of nostalgia.
Y/N, too, carved their own path, facing the challenges and triumphs that adulthood presented. The places, faces, and experiences that defined their current lives seemed far removed from the shared landscapes of their past.
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Y/N found themselves wandering through familiar streets, the city lights casting a glow on the pavement. The purpose of their visit was business, but amidst the meetings and obligations, a sudden wave of nostalgia led them to stroll through the old neighborhood where Beomgyu and they once shared countless memories.
On one of those down-time nights after work, Y/N decided to explore a local spot known for its charm. As they entered the venue, the familiar ambiance felt like a subtle echo from the past. And then, amidst the crowd, Y/N's eyes caught a glimpse of a figure that seemed vaguely familiar.
Squinting through the dim lights, trying to place the face. The realization struck, and a subtle gasp escaped their lips. There, in the midst of the crowd, was Beomgyu – someone they once knew so intimately but now felt like a stranger.
"I didn't even recognize you," Y/N admitted quietly, the passage of time etched on Beomgyu's features. The realization brought a strange mix of emotions – surprise, nostalgia, and an unspoken acknowledgment of the changes life had wrought upon them.
The atmosphere felt charged with the weight of unexpected encounters. Y/N couldn't help but find it kind of strange – the twist of fate that brought them to the same place at the same time, after years of drifting apart.
"Guess that people change," Y/N murmured, watching Beomgyu from a distance. The recognition was met with a pang of melancholy, a subtle mourning for the innocence of the past.
"But I didn't expect you to," they concluded, a quiet lament for the evolution of a connection that once felt unbreakable. In that moment, amidst the city lights and the gentle hum of the crowd, Y/N grappled with the unspoken complexity of seeing someone from their past in a new light.
Peeling her eyes away from Beomgyu, Y/N decided to immerse herself in the present moment, determined to enjoy her time in the city. As she glanced around, she noticed a friendly face beside her, and without hesitation, struck up a conversation with the person seated next to her – Taehyun.
Unbeknownst to both Y/N and Taehyun, the threads of their conversation began to weave together seamlessly. They laughed, shared stories, and delved into topics that transcended the boundaries of the past. It was a delightful encounter, the kind that happens serendipitously in the dance of city life.
Meanwhile, Beomgyu, scanning the room in search of Taehyun, couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. When his eyes finally landed on them, shock flickered across his face. He saw Y/N engaged in a lively conversation with Taehyun, a person he least expected her to be with.
For a moment, Beomgyu stood frozen, the realization sinking in. The person Y/N was conversing with wasn't just a stranger in this city; it was Taehyun, his friend. The friend who, unbeknownst to both of them, had become a part of this unexpected reunion.
The air crackled with unspoken emotions as Beomgyu navigated the currents of surprise and curiosity. His mind raced, contemplating whether he should approach and reveal the unspoken connections that lingered in the shadows of their past.
-- the next day --
The following day brought another unexpected encounter as Y/N found themselves in the same professional sphere as Beomgyu. Their respective companies were connecting, intertwining their professional worlds in a way that seemed almost fated. As the meetings progressed, the air buzzed with a tension that transcended the confines of business discussions.
Amidst the corporate chatter, Y/N and Beomgyu found themselves in the same room once again. The air was thick with unspoken history, the echoes of their past converging with the realities of the present. As the formalities of business unfolded, they eventually found a moment to step aside and talk, the weight of unspoken conversations hanging in the air.
"Tryna get in touch with you," Y/N began, their tone carrying a mix of frustration and longing. "I don't know where you've been."
Beomgyu met their gaze, a flicker of recognition in his eyes, as if acknowledging the echoes of missed connections.
"Have a conversation, but you'll never let me in," Y/N continued, a raw honesty punctuating their words. The years of distance and unspoken sentiments were etched into the lines of their expression.
"I've tried with you a thousand times," Y/N confessed, the weight of the past hanging between them like a heavy curtain. The frustration of unanswered messages and unspoken sentiments colored their words.
"Maybe I don't have to play the bad guy in the end," Y/N reflected, a plea for understanding. "Because I've been trying hard enough to be a better friend."
The room fell into a heavy silence, the unspoken tension hanging between them like a fragile thread. Y/N's words lingered, a poignant acknowledgment of the attempts to bridge the gap that had grown over the years. The business connections may have brought them together, but the weight of unresolved emotions hovered in the air, leaving them standing at the crossroads of what once was and what could never be again.
Beomgyu listened to Y/N's words, a knot forming in his stomach as the weight of their shared history became palpable. When Y/N finally paused, he took a moment before responding, his voice carrying a mix of regret and sincerity.
"I know," Beomgyu admitted, the weight of unspoken apologies echoing in his words. "I've been avoiding things, and I'm sorry for that. Life got complicated, and I let it push us apart."
Y/N met his gaze, a flicker of understanding mingling with the frustration. "I've tried reaching out, but it felt like you'd built walls. I didn't know where to find you anymore."
Beomgyu sighed, a heavy exhale of acknowledgment. "I messed up, and I should've been more open. It's just… things changed, and I didn't handle it well."
The air between them held a tense quiet, the unspoken words lingering in the space. Beomgyu gathered the courage to speak again. "Maybe we can't undo the past, but I want to try to make things right now. I want to be a better friend, Y/N."
As the weight of their shared history hung in the air, the conversation unfolded, carrying with it the potential for understanding, forgiveness, and the possibility of rebuilding a connection that had once been an integral part of their lives.
Beomgyu, sensing Y/N's reluctance, took a breath before speaking, determined to convey the sincerity behind his words.
"You don't know me like you used to," he acknowledged, recognizing the layers of time that had altered the familiarity they once shared. "You can leave, but I refuse to."
He saw the skepticism in Y/N's eyes, a lingering doubt that hung between them. Beomgyu continued, his voice steady, "You can tell me that I'm crazy, but I won't stop."
He could sense the hesitancy, the wariness in Y/N's posture. "And this won't make me," he added, the unspoken commitment to rekindle the connection they once had. "I know things have changed, and I can't erase the past, but I'm willing to try. We can navigate this together, Y/N, and maybe find a way back to what we once had."
The sincerity in Beomgyu's words hung in the air, a plea for a second chance, a chance to rebuild and redefine the connection that had slipped away over the years. The ball was in Y/N's court, and Beomgyu awaited their response with a mix of hope and determination.
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a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg - chapter 1.5
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"so eager to be in a headlock again?"
"only if it's by you."
he thought he was done with the criminal life and ready for some peace and quiet. but his plans collapsed in the form of a strange girl who was in trouble. © 2023 | eleni_cherie
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— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, sexual tensiON, slowburn, mutual pining, strangers to lovers s2l
ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.
SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)
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Even if there hadn't been any surprise encounters again, Soyeon never allowed herselt to let her guard down and remained cautious ever since. Not wanting to walk into any anew unwelcome guests.
Fiddling for her keys in her pockets, she paused when seeing a particular key among them. Remembering how she'd found that golden key in a frame behind an old photo of her grandfather when visiting her grandmother a few days ago. Asking her for any stories or incidents about her late husband. A desperate attempt of Soyeon to gather any kind of clue or information about the man she thought she'd known only to turn out to be a mystery.
However, much to her dismay her initial assumption turned out correct. Her grandmother seemed to be completely clueless about her husband's secret life, just like the rest of the family. That or she was an excellent actress behind that friendly appearance.
Either way, Soyeon knew as much as she had before after the visit. Only that now she was in the possession of a golden key she didn't know what it unlocked or where its lock even was.
Shaking her head, she got rid of those thoughts when her phone began ringing, distracting her. However, she declined without looking who it was and unlocked the door to her apartment building. She'd check later for the caller because right now the only thing she wanted was to lay on her couch, watch shows and eat snacks on that friday evening. So when she heard the notification sound, her first reaction was annoyance followed by a sudden fear of something bad having happened.
After pressing the elevator button, she couldn't keep her curiosity at bay anymore and eventually took the device out. Indeed, two messages appearing on the phone screen. And all air got knocked off her lungs when seeing from who they were.
getaway driver (7:12pm): hope you're alright
getaway driver (7:12pm): please call me when you can
She had almost forgotten having saved him under that nickname, never bothering to change it. It was her little inside joke, only her knowing who that number belonged to. Her initial fear now being replaced by unexpected excitement.
She instantly dialed the number back. Pressing it against her ear with an irrationally fast beating heart until the dial tone was replaced with a familiar tender voice. A voice she hadn't expected to ever hear again.
"Hey, angel."
She swallowed. She had missed this sound, although it had only been two weeks.
"Yoongi," she breathed while entering the elevator. A smile automatically tugging on the corner of her lips when saying his name out loud. She was so overwhelmed that she almost didn't pay attention to the way he'd called her. And the memory of the first time he had done so still lingering in her mind. The night they had bid farewell to each other not having been to long ago and yet feeling like it.
However, she tried to act casual and not show how much it affected her. Wanting to ask him about the letter instead as she assumed that was the reason he'd called, when he spoke up instead.
"Are you on your way home?"
"Mhm, almost there."
"Alright, I'll be waiting then."
Soyeon blinked, confused. About to ask why he'd wait for her to arrive home, when the elevator doors opened at her floor. And the phone almost slipped from her hand.
There he was. 
Standing at her door, lowering his phone when spotting her. Ending the call and sliding it into his pocket while grinning in that adorable way
Her lips parted. Her mind had gone from excited screaming to complete silence by now. Unsure if her mind played tricks on her or it was indeed him in a loose fitted shirt with long dark waves framing his soft features. Just like she remembered him and yet so different. 
Soyeon began walking towards him with slow then faster becoming steps until eventually reaching him. It took everything she had not to throw her arms around him, so instead she quietly stared at him while unlocking her apartment door. And Yoongi held her steady gaze. His almond eyes smiling down at her.
She knew that if he had wanted to, he could've easily picked the lock and opened the door himself. But he didn't. Instead he'd given her the opportunity to decide whether she wanted to let him in or not.
"Nice bangs."
"Wanted to cover the scar."
He nodded, jaw clenching when remembering the cut on her forehead from weeks ago. He sighed then, looking away. "Soyeon, look I'm sorry fo-"
However, his words were cut short by her abrubt embrace. Pressing herself onto his chest, not having been able to contain herself after all.
He smelled just like she remembered. Of musky jasmin and fresh clothes. She had missed it. And she had missed the warmth of his body.
The man froze by the gesture, having expected yells, complains, anything but her fond hug. His tense muscles relaxing as he allowed himself to give into it. His own arms wandering up then and enguling her tightly. Having missed the way her smaller frame fit so perfectly in them.
"Sorry for randomly showing up like that," he whispered, finishing his apology after all. Voice muffled against her hair as he cradled her more. Feeling her head shaking in protest against his shoulder.
Soyeon took a step back then. Worried eyes looking up at him. She grabbed his wrist then, tugging him inside before closing the door behind her.
"W-what are you doing here? Are you an idiot?"
He couldn't help but chuckle at that, tucking a streak of hair behind her ear. His affectionate expression contrasting her concerned one.
"What if anyone sees you or-"
He grabbed her hand, gently dragging her further inside the apartment to the direction of where he assumed was the living room. Leading both of them to sit on the couch.
His eyes briefly wandered around the place. Immediately spotting the polaroid photo she'd taken of him back then in Taiwan on a pinboard among other photos. Sentimentness taking over him when reminiscing that moment. And the fact she'd kept it.
"Don't worry," he said then in an ensuring tone, glancing down at their intertwined hands. It was ridiculous how much he had missed holding her somehow always cold hands in his. "I don't think anyone saw me around town. I was disguised."
"Why did you leave Taiwan though? Interpol's after you, the italians are after you, these other guys are after you, everyone is after you.." The hint of a pout on her lips, which he found adorable.
"There's no reason for the italians and their friends to be after me right now. The invitation is for next friday. We still got a week."
She perked up at this, her breath hitching. "Wait, you mean you're accepting it? You're going?"
Yoongi took a deep breath, glancing at her briefly before nodding. "We are."
"W-what did it say? I.. I was too scared to open it." She swallowed, looking at him with inquiring eyes.
He knew he couldn't tell her, it'd only worry her more and she already felt enough guilt over everything else. He didn't want to worsen it.
"You know, the typical invitation stuff," he shrugged simply, keeping it vague, "We plan to settle things once and for all then and that's it."
"That's not fair," she countered with audible displease as she sensed him not being fully honest with her. "I should know what I got you into, shouldn't I?"
His grip around her hands tightened, making her look up at him.
"This has nothing to do with you, though. It was us who blew up the party and set interpol on them."
"But only because you helped me!" she choked out, adverting her gaze from him in anger.
"Soyeon, please, don't do this to yourself," Yoongi quietly said, "It was our decision. Remember we've been doing this kind of actions for a decade now. So stop beating yourself up."
She huffed a breath, nodding eventually. Not because her conscience agreed all of a sudden, but rather because they had spent enough time arguing about who was to blame.
"I'm just glad they weren't after you this time," he admitted quietly then, peeking at her, "They.. they didn't try anything on you, did they?"
His concern made her forget about her upsetness, a smile shaping on her lips. She shook her head 'no' then. "So is this why you came back to Seoul? To follow the invitation?"
"No, heading for it to Japan on monday, meeting Tae and Jimin there."
"Oh, then why did you -?"
"There was some other reasons."
Her eyes beamed with small hope that she tried downplaying. "Oh, is that so?"
"Yeah, got to settle a different matter.." he mumbled, his words followed by a sigh, "I need to pay my hometown a visit."
"Oh." Her gaze fell disappointedly to the ground. Of course, she should've known it wasn't for her. How silly. "Then why.. why are you wasting time here?"
He frowned. "I'm not wasting time. I wanted to make sure you're doing well before going."
Her eyes rested on their intertwined hands, her heart heavy when realisation hit her once again. Yeah, it made sense. Everything made sense. And yet, it hurt.
"You could've also just sent a letter or called me. It'd have been less risky for you than showing up here."
She was right, Yoongi knew that and yet he'd chosen this option. Because selfishly enough, he also wanted to see her again. Even if it was for one last time. Disconnecting himself for a week to meditate hadn't done anything, it'd only made it worse so perhaps this would finally help him to draw a line under his lingering feelings for her.
Although he wanted to tell her and under normal circumstances, he would have. He would've laid all his concerns, wishes and feelings out there as most of them involved her anyways. However, those weren't normal circumstances and if he said what he intended to say, he knew it'd affect them both even more. So instead, he pressed his lips together. Unable to utter a word although instead.
Seeing he wasn't able to respond, Soyeon huffed a sigh.
"You really meant it back then, huh." Her voice cracked at the end, a bitter smile on her lips when she pulled her hands away from him. Feeling embarrassed of her naive self getting ahead of herself. Believing he had returned for her, to tell her it had been a mistake cutting ties with her, that it was a mistake pushing her away, that perhaps they could try after all. How foolish of me, she thought and was about to stay up when his hand wrapped around her wrist and urged her to stay.
"I did, but you know exactly why. It's not 'cause I don't want to see you again, but -"
"But because you thought it'd be saver for me to continue my life as nothing's ever happened," she quietly finished for him to which he silently nodded.
Soyeon wasn't naive, she understood Yoongi's reasons, she truly did. And yet, she still refused to agree.
How was she supposed to just return to her life and pretend all this had never happened? How was she supposed to pretend that he had never happened?
She had tried, she had truly tried to get over it, to get over him, those past two weeks, but she'd failed. And perhaps no amount of time would ever be enough to succeed.
"Considering I thought I'd never see you again, I should thank you for stopping by," she said then with a rueful smile, glancing at him, "So thanks for letting me see you for one last time." This time he let her stay up. And Yoongi got the cue. Understanding it was time for him to leave.
He could tell how much she struggled to keep a straight face and act unaffected and he respected that. Pretending he wouldn't notice the storm in her dark eyes. So instead he swallowed the lump in his throat and placed one last kiss on her forehead.
"Goodbye, Soyeon."
"Goodbye, Yoongi."
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It was saturday and Soyeon hadn't planned to wake up early, hence why she didn't expect someone ringing at her door at eight in the morning. Weekends were strictly for sleeping to her. And she especially hadn't expected the guy who'd broken her heart just twelve hours ago to be the one standing on the other side of the door out of all people.
Rubbing her burning eyes, she had to blink twice to realise she wasn't hallucinating.
"Why are you waking me up so early?"
He unintentionally pouted at her whining. Enjoying seeing her grumpy morning self again, still remembering it with the tousled hair and a long baggy t-shirt she apparently always used as a night-shirt and not only when it was his.
"I'm here to apologise for yesterday, I.. I wasn't completely honest with you," Yoongi began cautiously, waiting for her reaction while nervously running his fingers through his hair. Watching her simply arching brow, indicating him she was all ears for whatever he was about to say, so he continued. "Obviously I didn't only come to check on you.. I also came 'cause I wanted to see you again. I missed you."
A dry laugh left her lips. Tiredness still clouding her mind due to not sleeping too well the previous night because of the man in front of her. So she'd lie if saying she didn't enjoy hearing this from him now. "I appreciate that," she nodded then with a lazy giggle, surpressing a yawn. "But couldn't you apologise at noon? It's so early, it's like midnight right now."
He smiled amused. "I didn't forget you aren't a morning person. But there's a reason."
"Which is?"
"I know I hurt you, though it never was my intention," he began then with furrowed brows, "So I thought of making it up to you by taking you on that trip to my hometown with me. If you want to, of course."
Her eyes widened, any trace of sleep having left her body by now. She had hoped for some kind of sign that her feelings were reciprocated. That they hadn't been naive and delusion after all. She certainly hadn't expected this though.
"You sure?" she smirked then, folding her arms as she straightened herself, "Aren't you afraid it might get too dangerous for me?"
He snorted, getting the hint laying in her sarcasm. "Don't make me second-guess it and change my mind," he countered, "It's only for a day, we'll be back in the evening so you should be fine."
She hummed, not able to contain another yawn. Covering her mouth with the back of her hand as she walked back inside. Waving for him to follow.
Perhaps it was due to being sleep-deprived, but she didn't see any reason not to accompany him. Spending a whole day with him after what felt like an eternity ago, sounded exciting. And seeing his hometown might give her the opportunity to get solve the mystery behind one of the men in her life at least.
"I need my coffee first though."
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Soyeon was standing in front of the black motorcircle with curious but also frantic eyes. Finally understanding why Yoongi had wanted her to wear her windbreaker jacket.
Her hand stretched to touch its shiny surface, only to quickly retreat again. Chewing on the inside of her cheek, she nervously looked over shoulder. Seeing him returning from inside the rental place with two helmets in his arm. Tossing one to her which she surprisingly managed catching in time.
He motioned with his chin to the bike then. "Hop on."
Her eyes widened in panic, facing at the vehicle again. "Y-you sure we can't just take the train or something?"
He frowned while pulling the helmet over his head. "Don't tell me you're scared." The amusement in his voice evident despite him stifling his laugh. Swinging his leg over the motorbike then, he took a seat and started the engine to let it warm up. 
"Scared? Me? No," she quickly answered. Too quickly. "I just didn't know you can also ride a bike."
He shrugged nonchalantly, watching her putting her own helmet on.. "I'm not doing it often, but it's the most practical right now."
"'Not often', great," she muttered and hesitatedly sat behind him. Afraid of doing something wrong. Her eyes glancing up at the cloudy sky. "What if it rains though?"
He laughed under his breath, kicking up the kickstand with his foot. "We won't melt.." His hands reached behind him then, searching for her wrists and placing her arms around his waist. "You need to hold on tight, got it?"
Her fingers clutched onto his biker jacket and he felt his heart melt at how frightened she was. Sensing her trembling touch when she pressed against his back, worried of falling out of her seat when he'd drive off.
"Ready?" he smiled and squeezed the clutch lever all the way to the grip. Hearing her hum behind him, only to immediately tense up as soon as he drove off. Arms tightening around his torso while the motorbike rushed down the streets towards the highway.
They left the busy city behind and headed south-east. Passing by forests and villages in the distance. Feeling the warm breeze brushing by as the green of the trees melted with the grey sky, passing by in a blur. She could get used to being so close to him. Letting him take her wherever he wanted to. Although her premonition turned correct after awhile of being on the road. Drops of rain beginning pouring from the sky at last. And yet, she didn't mind anymore. Her initial worries having been long forgotten at this point.
"Are you alright, angel?" he shouted over the motorcircle's roaring engine, passing by another vehicle. Soyeon nodded with a smile, when a sudden burst of confidence made one of her hands slowly let go of his jacket. Spreading her arm just for a moment before going back to holding onto him tightly.
He laughed. His chest vibrating above her grip. "Can you feel it?"
And it was her turn to laugh now.
She could feel it, indeed. All of it.
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Chapter 9 of Fade Into You
Warnings: Word crimes, thesaurus crimes, soft smut, fluff.
Pairing: Rita/Reader
A/N: Picks up directly after chapter 8. It's a little long sorry. I tried to write it the best way I could to describe what it feels like when you're hopelessly in lust with someone. But it's a little muddled. It wouldn't let me put a chapter title/header in, so idk, I guess it's untitled? Also I strongly dislike the series title, so if anyone has an idea for a new title please let me know.
I have most of this series written in dribs and drabs on a big working doc, but I don't really have a structure, so therefore I don't know how to connect it all yet. Also I don't think I'm very good at writing smut, and it sort of intimidates me. So it's hard to update more frequently because I overthink it and constantly rewrite.
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The two of you performed a delicate dance throughout the week, hidden glimpses as you passed one another in the halls, fleeting and restrained touches as you slipped past each other in doorways, lingering looks shared in an office wide meeting.
You caught her gaze once more as you walked past her out of the meeting, walking in the opposite direction, rounding the corner of a dimly lit hallway, the soft glow of the wall sconces illuminating your path, casting shadows as they danced across your features. 
You leant against the wall, nearing the exit, as you waited. And for a brief moment, you considered giving up, with the thought that she hadn’t followed you, or had gotten caught up in conversation, then you saw her out of the corner of your eye. 
You ran your eyes over her as she approached you, her long, warm and rich brown hair cascading down her back, her tailored suit that clung to her in all the right places, and the faint smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. 
“Hi” she said in a low, husky voice, as she stood in front of you. 
“Hi” you replied, your voice a little breathless. 
You both stood there for a moment, your eyes locked in a silent exchange that spoke volumes. You felt a rush of heat spread through your body as you watched her gaze flicker down and then back up again. The attraction between the two of you was undeniable, and it hung in the air like a tangible force. 
“Are you free on Friday evening?” Rita asked, breaking the silence, though her voice still held that seductive tone. 
You nodded, or at least you thought you had, your words momentarily escaping you, before realising you hadn’t actually spoken or given her an answer. “Maybe, why?” you eventually answered.
“Rafa, against my many protests, has organised farewell drinks with some of the other staff at Whiskey Tavern.” 
“That place is so not your scene.” You were right about that part, but you knew Rafael had most likely organised drinks there because it was a block away from the office, it was cheap and a pretty popular bar amongst the young District Attorney’s office staff. Exactly the sort of place that Rita would never be caught dead in.
“I know, but at least they have halfway decent scotch.” She took a step closer, closing some of the distance between you, her fingers brushing against your arm, the touch sending shivers down your spine.
“Plus you can’t really call yourself a New Yorker unless you’ve made out in their photo booth.” your eyes shone as you said it, and her gaze dropped down to your lips once more. She leaned in, just slightly, as if she was testing the waters. “I’ll see you on Friday” you whispered next to her ear as your cheeks brushed together, and you slid out from between her and the hallway. 
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You pushed open the heavy wooden door, the soft ambient hum of conversation greeted you. Warm, dim lights bathed the room, revealing a mess of weathered wooden tables, each one crowded with company, and littered with peanut shells. 
“Got stuck at the precinct, sorry I’m late.” you said brightly as you approached the table.
“Hey!” Rafael’s eyes widened as he greeted you excitedly, standing from the table to embrace you in a friendly, but hasty hug. “Sorry I haven’t had a chance to say hello at the office yet.” 
“Don’t be sorry” you touched his arm and smiled sincerely “So, will we see you at Thanksgiving again this year? You know, to protect Rita from the wolves?” you teased and he grinned, from a mix of liquor and playful amusement. 
“I think my mom would probably beat me senseless, if I missed another year.” 
Across the table, Rita sat relaxed in her chair, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass. Her hair was pinned back with her natural waves flowing down over her shoulders, and her hazel eyes framed by dark lashes, locked onto you with an intensity that made her almost impossible to ignore. 
Your eyes finally met, and a jolt of electricity seemed to pass between you both. The air thickened with anticipation as your gaze held for a moment too long. Rita’s lips curled into a knowing smile, as your heart raced just a little faster. 
You tore your eyes away before it became apparent to everyone at the table that there was palpable tension between you both, saying a quick hello to people you didn’t quite recognise or remember, before offering to buy a round for the table, pointing at everyone one at a time as you memorised their order. 
You settled into the open chair next to Rita’s after you dropped the tray of drinks into the middle of the table, leaving everyone to reach for them, while you and Rita exchanged false pleasantries. Rafael introduced you to the group as you sat, and Rita’s hand moved to your thigh, out of sight, something reserved for the two of you.
The hours melted away as her peers continued to share stories and amusing secrets, while the two of you shared stolen glances, your connection growing stronger with each passing moment. The bar’s dim lights cast shadows on your faces, enhancing the intrigue of the situation. 
And when the conversations seemed to pair off and you found yourself speaking directly to her, your conversation danced on the edge of intimacy as you exchanged stories, lingering touches, and smouldering glances. The playful banter masked your desires, but every word and gesture secretly revealed the simmering passion that threatened to consume both of you.
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“Alright” you stood from your seat at the table, “Does anyone have a silver dollar?” you asked, holding your hand out flat and waving your fingers. One of them handed you the dollar out of their pocket, and after a thank you, you turned to Rita and tilted your head towards the opposite end of the bar. “You can’t leave the DA’s office without a memento.” you said with a glimmer in your eye, she knew almost immediately what you were alluding to, and so without hesitation, she followed you with intrigue.
As you both stepped inside the booth, the heavy curtain fell behind you, cocooning you in a private world of dimmed, flickering light. The soft hum of the booth’s machinery enveloped you, drowning out the noise of the crowded bar. 
The camera counted down - three, two, one. The flash illuminated your faces, capturing a moment of shared vulnerability. And as it started to count down once more you both turned your heads, gazes heavy as they fell over one another’s lips, three, two, one. The flash went off and in that moment, you crashed together. 
Your lips were greedy and you could taste the sugar that coated her tongue, a low moan escaped you and your arms wrapped around her shoulders, your fingers threading through her hair as you consumed one another. 
Three, two, one. You both moved together, as the flash went off once more, your hands now scrambling for the others’ body, desperate to feel the touch of skin on skin. 
“Do you want to get out of here?” she whispered against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You swallowed, hard, and nodded in response. With that, you both knew the night had just begun, and the tension that had been building between the two of you was about to ignite into a fiery passion that neither of you wanted to resist, finally feeling free after all these years. 
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Rita reached for your hips and you swung your leg over, fingers gripping onto her shoulders as you held yourself upright. She ran her hand along your cheek delicately, and her thumb traced along your lower lip, and as your swollen lips parted, you drew the digit in, encasing it and running your tongue over it. She was powerless not to moan at the sight, and ever so quick in arching her shoulders and craning her neck, exchanging her thumb’s place with her own tongue. 
Rita reached down in between your bodies, her fingers moving through you, and into the pool of desire that awaited her, grinning at the wetness she found. Her thumb curled up to rub with intent over your clit, and you moaned into her mouth.
Your hands joined at the base of the toy, as you both lined it up with your entrance and you slowly sunk down, both of your gazes fixated on the sight of it, and you let out a shallow breath you’d been holding in your throat.  
She felt the exact moment you relaxed and for a moment you were both still, your hips flush, eyes locked on one another. Until Rita gripped your hips and you rose up on your knees, as she drove a little further, a little harder, into you. Your eyes fell closed, and your mouth flew open and you went slack jawed. She shifted her hips slightly, allowing herself to feel the friction at the base of the strap, and the movement caused a loud moan to spill from your throat. 
“Right there” you gasped, your nails raked down her back and she moaned in response, before reaching a hand around to deliver a sharp spank. The feeling of her hands on your skin, the soft contact, your chests pressed together, and breaths and moans fanning over skin, it all promised to overwhelm. 
“Do that again.” you groaned, and instead of acting on your demand, she pinched you suddenly, and roughly on your inner thigh. You let out a high pitched whine and before you could even think to question her, you realised why she had done it. “Do that again, please.” you said slowly and deliberately, and you could almost hear her smirking with your eyes closed. 
You moved your hands, one down to your clit and the other alternated across your chest, pinching and twisting. Her gaze followed your movements and she moaned as she watched you, feeling herself falling closer to the edge. She watched when your breathing started to become more erratic and frantic, and pulled your hand away from your clit, and you let out a loud whine, your eyes flying open, gazing down at her through hooded lids.
“Not yet” she said breathily, and you leaned back down to kiss her, your hands weaving around her neck. The kiss was a mess of teeth with little control or coordination, but it didn’t seem to bother either of you as you chased your peaks together.
She moved two of her fingers down to rub your clit, “Be a good girl and come for me”, and the combination of her words and her movements pushed you over the edge. When you came, your knees tightened against her hips and your back arched, right at the moment you heard her let out an almost feral sound. 
Your tongues slid together lazily as you both came down from your highs, floating back. The room was filled with a serene stillness, a stark contrast to the frenzied passion that had just consumed you both. 
Your hearts continued to race in tandem, gradually slowing down as you basked in the shared intimacy of the moment. You traced your fingertips gently along the curves of her body, your touch mirroring the depth of your own emotions, and everything left unsaid.
She raised her head up to look at you, her eyes filled with a soft, affectionate gaze. But it was fleeting, you noticed the moment she trapped her vulnerability from spilling further, and when the light in her eyes changed.
“Well that was a spectacular farewell.” she smirked and raised her eyebrows, and giggles erupted from both of you. 
“You should quit every day.” and you both laughed
“You wanna go again?” 
“Knees” you said, a mix of sighs and laughter.
Rita understood, and so she gently gripped your hips and shifted you both until you were on your back, with her on top of you, the heels of your feet resting against her back. She pulled all the way out and you groaned a little at the loss, and just as you went to ask for her to come back, she slid back in, with more force this time, and at a more intense pace.
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The room was cast in a tranquil hush, the remnants of your night still lingered distantly in the air, the warm sheets and her arms enveloped you. Then the shrill and incessant ringing of your phone shattered the fragile peace, jarring you from your shared cocoon of intimacy. 
You blindly reached for it, feeling around the nightstand until it was in your hand, holding it up to your ear as you whispered in conversation with the detective on the other end. Your voice still carried the remnants of sleep, and their words, a blend of apologies and urgency, rudely awakened you to a new day. Rita kissed your shoulder, as you hung up the phone, and you turned in her embrace to drop a chaste kiss against her lips. 
“I have to go get a warrant” you whispered as you pulled back, and she let out a drowsy sigh in response, nestling into the pillow beneath her head, you smiled as you drank her in. Her tousled hair that spilled across the pillow like a dark river, and her eyelashes that cast delicate shadows on her cheeks. You traced your fingers along the contours of her face, marvelling at the peaceful expression that adorned her lips. 
Reality, however, began to nudge at the edges of your cocoon of affection. Responsibilities beckoned, and the detectives in the world outside were awaiting your arrival. 
“I can feel you staring”, she murmured, stirring as her eyes fluttered open, and a sleepy smile met yours. 
“Can I borrow some clothes?” you hummed, the urgency of time bore down on you, as you tried to savour this precious moment, etching it into your memory. 
“Only if you come back with breakfast” she teased, another smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as she fought to repress a yawn, “Bagels.”
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You knocked softly on the car window, handing over the warrant to Fin as he wound down the window. “Brought you this as well” you smiled as you extended the coffee tray, he plucked one of the paper cups out with a thank you, as he stepped out of the car, and the two of you leaned against the doors, waiting on the other detectives and officers. 
You looked off into the distance, taking in the city around you as it unveiled its quieter side. The occasional taxi hummed past, its yellow hue a vivid contrast to the still muted palette of dawn. A lone jogger, headphones in place, raced past you both, his feet pounding against the pavement, as if the sound was the slow heartbeat of the city, still in transition from the night’s revelry and the day’s responsibilities. Your mind cast back over the night, and you couldn’t help the involuntary smile that graced your features at the flashes of memories.
“You’re in a good mood.” Fin commented as he watched you, “You get laid last night?” and when you didn’t give him a verbal response, instead glancing down, a soft breath of laughter leaving you and your smile growing wider. He let out a low laugh, “Good for you.”, he commented with genuine candour. “Is it serious?”
“It’s all still relatively new, but it doesn’t feel new.” you reflected “It feels like we were always going to end up here. I don’t quite know how to describe it.” 
“The two of you friends?” he asked, and you nodded softly. 
“I don’t know if we were ever just friends though.” you murmured in thought, losing yourself in the threads of the past. “Sorry, I’m oversharing.” you shook your head, pulling yourself out of your own introspection.
“It’s cool.” he said without hesitation, and with authentic sincerity. “My old partner, back in Narcotics, was a woman. So, you can talk to me, if you want.” he tipped his head over to look at you “You’re part of the squad, we like you, you know? Stabler just has a hard way of showing it.”.
He was trying his hardest, and persisting through his stammering, to form a deeper connection with you. One that extended beyond the surface level of professionality that you all operated with. 
“Thanks. I appreciate that.” You smiled at him, and put your hand on his shoulder for a brief minute, before the moment you were sharing was interrupted with the arrival of squad cars, and that same earlier responsibility beckoned. 
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You returned back to Rita’s, letting yourself in with her keys as you juggled the brown paper bags cradled in your arms. You carefully set everything down on the counter, and bent down to remove your shoes. 
Quietly walking down the hall, you ran your hands over the bedroom door, gently prying it open. You watched her for a fleeting moment, the soft rise and fall of her chest, and the peaceful expression on her face as she slept soundly. You hesitated on whether or not to wake her, but before you could make your mind up, she stirred amongst the sheets. 
You walked over to her side of the bed and gently brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, planting a soft kiss there. “Good morning” you whispered, keeping your voice as soft and gentle as the morning light streaming in through the curtains. “Breakfast is on the counter.”
“Where’d you go?” her eyes flickered open, and she rubbed at them, trying to remove the traces of sleep.
“Well first I went Russ & Daughters for the bagels and appetizers, then to Ray’s for beignets, and then I dropped by the newsstand on the corner to get you the paper.”
“Mm thank you” she murmured with a suppressed yawn, she sat up, the sheets pooling around her, as she ran her hands through her dishevelled hair. “Which Judge did you wake up?” 
“Ridenour” 
“I bet he was mad.” her eyes widened just slightly for a moment, and she held back her laughter. 
“That’s… putting it politely.” 
“Judge Taten lives about ten blocks from here, and isn’t as cranky, for future reference. She even puts on coffee, and sometimes she’ll give you pastries.” 
“Why didn’t you tell me that four hours ago? I went all the way uptown!” you hit her arm as your face contorted in irritation, and you looked at her with your mouth agape. 
“I was asleep.” she shrugged, but the brief glimpse of a smile gave her away, revealing it was far more likely she had deliberately withheld that information. Presumably for her own amusement at the thought of you uncaffeinated, with a throbbing headache after a night of drinking and sex, being shouted at and scolded while she slept soundly. 
She climbed out of bed, stretching out her arms and rolling the muscles in her neck as she suppressed a yawn. When she walked into her wardrobe, your eyes were glued to the back of her. 
“Follow me” she tied the belt of her robe tighter around her waist, and beckoned you with one finger. 
You did as she commanded and followed her down the hall and into what you presumed was her office, glancing around the room briefly as she unlocked her desk drawer and pulled out a worn leather notebook.
“This is my black book” she closed the drawer and turned back to you, holding the item in both hands, looking at you expectantly. 
“Okay..?” you looked back at her confused, your eyes narrowing and your expression motionless. 
“Let me rephrase.” she smiled as she looked away for a moment, then back to you. “This is a notebook with every sitting judge’s name, phone number, address. As well as the names and phone numbers of their clerks and assistants. There’s also notes under each Judge, their kid’s names, pets, hobbies, political affiliations, and so on.” She raised an eyebrow as she took in your reaction. 
“How did you get this?” your eyes went wide and your mouth opened, almost in disbelief. It was a secret roadmap, one that would help you not only pick and choose which judge to grant you a warrant, but also how to pander to them in court and build up rapport with them; she was giving you the keys to winning. 
“I didn’t ‘get’ it, I made it.” she scoffed “It took me a couple of years which is why-” 
“Gimme” you reached for it, snatching, almost childlike, and she pulled it back, staring at you with a stern but amused expression. 
“-Which is why, I have never ever shared its contents.” 
“But… you’re now going to share it?... With me?” you spoke slowly, tilting your head to the side, trying to ascertain her intentions. 
“You may borrow it for one week, to copy it and to make your own. But you are not to share it with anyone else, and I expect it back this Friday.” She slowly extended it, and right as you reached for it she pulled it back, and you looked back to her. “And you now owe me.” She smirked, knowing you had no choice but to agree to that term. 
“I hardly think that’s fair considering I just brought you breakfast.” you rolled your eyes, and she went to put it back into her desk drawer until you snatched it. “Fine! Fine. I owe you.” 
“And?” she looked at you expectantly. 
“Thank you” you leaned in and kissed her, backing her into the desk. Your hands blindly reached for the tie on her robe, fingers gracelessly undoing the knot. “So this is how you always win.” you teased, whispering against her neck and you heard her scoff loudly before she smacked you. 
“I always win because I’m the best.” she mumbled, her breath catching in her throat as your fingers swept over her stomach, tickling her. 
“Yes, yes you are.” you murmured as you sunk down onto your knees, winking at her as you pulled her leg onto your shoulder. 
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imagine-knb · 5 months
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hi omg!!! i can't believe this, i've been following you since forever and you are still posting!? i just wanna say that you guys really inspire me, tysm for everything you guys do!! 🥰🥺 can i maybe request imayoshi having a crush/pursuing a teammate's ex girlfriend? 😋 ty!!!!
Excuse me as I shyly go hide away u///u Thank you for still following! It's been five years, but we're glad to be posting again! I hope you don't mind, I focused this more on Imayoshi and his teammate, because I thought it would be slightly more interesting. Admin Neon
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"I'll see you after practice."
A satisfied smirk — almost a smile — curled its way onto Imayoshi's lips as he waved you a farewell, listening as your bubbly giggles faded the further away from him you walked. He let his eyes linger on your retreating form, gaze falling down your waist, over your ass, and along the expanse of skin that were your legs. He liked what he saw and he was glad you were finally giving him the time of day.
After all, just a month ago you'd sworn you'd never date basketball men again.
"Hey, captain." The voice that interrupted his thoughts was low, almost as if it hadn't wanted to be heard. When Imayoshi glanced behind him, he noted that it was the team's center player who had called out to him.
Wakamatsu — your ex — had a deep set frown on his face, his eyes glued to the doorway where you had made your exit. Even as he spoke, his eyes remained on the open doorway, as if he were waiting for you to return.
"So... you two dating?"
Wakamatsu's question had Imayoshi's previous grin dipping downward. His brows pinched together as he fixed Wakamatsu with a look that couldn't be seen behind the glare of his glasses.
"No..." he answered slowly. Truthfully. "But I was hoping..." Imayoshi let the end of his sentence trail off, letting Wakamatsu fill in the blanks. Despite the month of time between the breakup and now, Imayoshi could still tell there were certain emotions brewing behind Wakamatsu's tensed fists and clenched jaw. He prepared for the worst.
But it never came.
"Well, good for you then. She's... she's a nice girl." Wakamatsu seemed to visibly deflate, his eyes finally tearing away from the open doorway only to drop to the floor. "Not that you need my permission or anything. She's her own person and we broke up for a reason, so..."
The smile Imayoshi gave his teammate was small. Reassuring. Thankful. He couldn't help but think about how mature of a response Wakamatsu was having and he wondered if his time with you had softened all those hard edges.
He supposed there was only one way to find out. "Thank you for your blessing."
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sweetpandorabox · 1 year
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My Goodbyes - Cedric Diggory x Female Reader (One Shot)
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⋆ ˚。 ⋆୨sweetpandorabox୧⋆ ˚。 ⋆
⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙
Synopsis: You and your ex-boyfriend Cedric Diggory have been separated for a little over 3 months, it was a mutual and heartbreaking decision with him being in his last and final year of Hogwarts while you have about 2 years left to go before graduation, but not only that time seems to disagree and is not sticking side by the two of you in any way shape or form. Despite still loving each other tremendously there's nothing else you and Cedric can do to fix it, only time shall decide if the two are meant for each other leaving the feelings of ache and misery when you pass by each other pretending not to care...if only it isn't a right person, wrong time situation.
Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Female Reader
Story Settings: This fanfiction is set in your 5th of Hogwarts, the Order of the Phoenix time (You're in Harry's year group for this one, and also Cedric survives through the Triwizard tournament and is tied with Harry). Anything bolded and in italic is a flashback scene.
Terms 📖:
Y/N : Your name
Y/L/N : Your last name
Y/E/C : Your eye color
Y/H/C : Your hair color
Y/H : Your house
Warnings⚠️: Angst, Fighting, and Right Person Wrong Time
Word Count : 3,310
The Hogwarts greenhouse was still, no wind seemed to be breezing its way in letting you focus on your note-taking session while the class stayed awfully silent making the sounds of quills being dragged across a piece of parchment audibly loud. Your mind was well occupied and it isn't inhabited by what you wanted it to be, your mind isn't thinking about the magical plant you're studying today which is gillyweed or how gillyweed affects human beings when eaten. Your mind was well occupied by Cedric Diggory your ex-boyfriend of 2 years, it has been about 3 months since the last time you both spoke to each other. It was rough, a breakup full of tears, sleepless nights, and sorrows despite it being a mutual decision between the two of you due to all the changes that were happening and the timing greatly affecting the almost perfect relationship you both had, you effectively thought you've healed and moved on but you've lied to yourself.
Bumping into him on your way to Herbology today has floated back all the happy memories of you and the lovable Hufflepuff back to the forefront of your brain, suddenly the heartache has presented itself back. You still loved him, tremendously and the truth is you're heartbroken and in no way shape or form have healed over the breakup. "Y/N… I'm really sorry I wasn't looking at where I was going", Cedric apologized looking down at your smaller figure and giving you an equally apologetic smile as you look up at him dumbfounded for a second. He crouches down to pick up the books you've dropped during the collision, your eyes watch as he got back up handing in your now neatly stacked books, "T-Thanks Cedric", you smile weakly making sure to linger your eyes elsewhere than his pair of molten silver like eyes.
He paused at your response not knowing what to say before noticing a strand of Y/H/C loose hair covering your left eye, without thinking he tucked it behind your ear, making you flinch at his once tender touch that now seems to torch you alive. "You look beautiful today" he complimented with a hurt look displaying on his face over your flinch, tears welled up in your eyes before you're able to say "Excuse me, Cedric, I'm sorry I can't do this I have to go" you farewell leaving him behind all alone. "Miss Y/L/N…Miss Y/L/N" Professor Sprout shouted catching your attention after a second shout, your head shot up like dear in headlights "Y-yes Professor" you finally respond, as professor sprout shook her head in disappointment as all the other students in your class looked at you with a sheer of confusion. "Miss Y/L/N you really need to pay more attention, I was asking you what attributes gillyweed gives to a human who's eaten it?"
You swallow your overwhelming thought of Cedric away before answering not knowing that your two best friends who happen to be a couple at the same time, Neville and Hannah, were watching you over their seats with concern, not knowing the previous event that led up to your distorted mood and energy. "Well done Miss Y/L/N, please just pay more attention and be aware next time alright? 10 pints to Y/H", Sprout suggested and rewarded before you give her a firm and understanding nod as a response. "Alright, class, please open up your Magical Water Plants of the Highland Lochs book tonight and read page 112 all the way to page 115, oh and jot down any useful information about Gillyweed that you may find…alright class dismissed" Professor Sprout announce as every other student rushes out the greenhouse as it was the last class of the day, you start packing up your things slowly with no emotions displaying on your face.
"Hey, are you alright?" Hannah asked laying a gentle yet reassuring hand on your shoulder as she stand close to Neville, with one of his arms warping around her waist. You turned yourself over after packing up your things facing your 2 childhood best friends with a sad look, "Uhm, to be honest, no, I bumped into Cedric on my way to Herbology today and my emotions are clearly showing me that I haven't made any progress what's so ever in moving on from him… I still love him and it isn't fair that time is not on our side nor all the new things that are happing to him as he'll eventually graduate…it's been 3 months I shouldn't feel this way anymore" you confessed looking down at your shoes due to disappointments and embarrassment swarming over you. Hannah and Neville looked at each other with concern over your well-being unsure of what to do.
After a minute of silence went by Neville looked over at you and place a hand on your head, "Y/N, I think it's time that you take those steps and move on… you need some sort of closure with him so that the both of you are able to be free from these restraining feelings, how about writing him a farewell letter and maybe giving back some of his stuff you've been keeping and haven't returned?" Neville suggested with a hopeful and sympathetic look glimmering in his emerald-like eyes sending some of that energy back to your hurt-looking pair of Y/E/C eyes. Hannah gave him a proud and soft smile rubbing his back, "Nev is right Y/N, I know it may seem unbelievable but I overheard Cedric and Ernie having a conversation, and it was about you, Cedric confessed to Ernie that he still loves you and he finds it tough to see you around with other people especially since he's going to leave Hogwarts quite soon" Hannah added firming your mind up into a decision.
It's been about a week since you've had that conversation with your best friends, you thanked them both greatly pulling them into a group hug as you cried in their arms for about an hour. You're sitting all alone inside your shared dorm room, this time it isn't so still, the wind has managed to breeze up inside the dorm room through an open window one of your roommates has left open, but you've decided to keep it open as it felt freeing and comforting almost as if the wind was a presence itself. With a quill dipped in ink on hand and a piece of blank parchment lying still on your desk, your mind starts to float away as you let all the memories go through your mind so you're able to put some sort of writing into the letter. The afternoon sun shines through the sky giving a slight warmth, letting the tree that you and your boyfriend Cedric are laying under as a sort of shade cooling the both of you as it provides a light breeze through its branches.
"Guess what?" Cedric mentioned, stroking your head gently as you lay your head against his muscular chest listening to his beating heart, a smile make its appearance on your lips at his words, "What?" you respond curiously, "The Ballycastle Bats professional Quidditch teams have signed me as one of their future seekers as soon as I graduated Hogwarts" he mentioned excitedly, however, despite your boyfriends excitement the smile you've had on your lips disappears. "Wow that's amazing love but…isn't the Ballycastle Bats based in Northern Ireland?" you asked with suspense, Cedric grew quiet and cleared his throat before answering. "Y-yeah they are" he hesitated, "Well you see we start trials during this winter break before I come back over here, and they shortlist you from there" he explains trying to ease the fact that he's going to be far away from you since Hogwarts is in Scotland and his team is based in Ireland and that if he really was signed by the team there will be no time made for you do to extensive training, games, and press conferences before the national British and Irish Regional competitions.
"Wow…guess so many new things are finally happening, you're going to be quite far away from me next year, and being an athlete has its downside, you'll be extremely busy" you mentioned in an almost sad-sounding tone. Cedric paused at your sad-sounding answer, not really being able to say something to ease you, but after what felt like years he let out a deep sigh before saying, "I know you may be worried or sad, but I've made a promise to you when I ask you to be mine didn't I? I told you that no matter how far, how messy, how angry, how hurt I am, I'll always love you and that I'll always cherish you for simply existing. Didn't I?" he recited just like his 15-year-old self did 2 years ago, watching as the 13-year-old you, blushed furiously and stumble over your response to his confession.
The rest of that day was hazy but you remembered the kiss he pulled on you all too well, a kiss to ensure you that he's yours and that no matter what he becomes whether it'll be a star quidditch player or not, he'll always have time for you and will try to make it work, but then another memory start playing in your mind vividly as you barely start to write the first paragraph of the letter. "Y/N would you please just listen to me" Cedric shouted in a frustrated tone over you shouting him out, "No Ced this is the 5th time you've ditched me on a date that you so wonderfully planned… When are you going to show up and keep your promise" Your voice starts breaking, with tears leaving you with a blurred vision. Cedric lets out a big breath and lowers his tone, "Look babe I'm so sorry that I kept messing up okay, I kept forgetting how busy school is getting and how much I needed to train in order to get this Quidditch contract" he reasoned with you his face displaying the look of hurt to see you cry.
You wipe the frustration tears away before reasoning, "Love I understand that you're busy with school, and Quidditch training but why keep disappointing me with these empty promises of yours? We don't ever see each other anymore. I'm lucky if I can even sit next to you during dinner or lunch for 10 minutes before you have to get up and do all these things…the thing is love you have your priority sorted and our dreams, our ages are just too different, I mean hell time can't even seem to stick by us for just a moment" you explained with tears fully streaming down your face drenching your face wet, leaving Cedric in distress. "I'm so sorry Ced b-but in order for you to grow and to live your life I have to let you go. I can't have you hurt me nor I hurt you it's too much for me, I love you too much to see you be tied down by me" You broke down not being able to speak anymore watching as Cedric started tearing up himself just going in for a tight hug inside your empty shared dorm room.
That was the memory that broke you, you knew you had to do it for him, and he understood your reasoning behind the split but the both of you can't help but miss each other entirely each and every day. You miss the way he hugs you from behind, kisses your head, or offers his arms as he walks you over to classes while he missed the way your lips feel against his, he missed the way you took care of him and the way you did his tie for him, the desire to get back to each other was strong and true but trouble seems to tie the both of you down, holding the both of you hostage. A stream of salty tears starts drowning your face, a small number of tears managed to drip down on the piece of parchment you've stopped filling with writings a while ago, taken aback by how much you're actually hurting after all this time trying to convince yourself that you've healed, but after a bit of crying you wipe your tears and start writing the letter in comfortable silence glad to be alone in such state just hoping your roommate would stay out all day long so you're able to isolate.
"I heard you uh… got accepted to that Quidditch contract over the winter break, You're finally going to play for the Ballycastle Bats over in Ireland next year, thank goodness they found a great seeker" you mentioned hiding the painful tone in your voice away for Cedric. He smiles excitedly at your supportive-sounding cheer, "I-I uh did, yeah I'm very proud of myself for it. I worked myself to the bone before trials and I can't believe I just did it" he confessed letting out a proud and tiresome chuckle before silence swarmed the both of you again, as the atmosphere made it quite clear that the both of you were still hurting over the break up 3 months ago. The memory of finding out that Cedric has made it played in your mind over and over again, it has been a good couple of months since you wrote your goodbye letter, along with that you packed up all the things that belonged to Cedric that you have not returned, like his quidditch hoodie, his socks, his books, and all the letters he's written you for Valentine's day, Anniversary milestones and for days where you weren't feeling like yourself, it hurts but you knew you couldn't keep them you needed to set yourself free. now the hard part is giving it all back and saying goodbye.
The day you dread the most has finally come, O.W.L's exams are finished, students everywhere in the castle are enjoying themselves, their trunks all packed up temporarily as some are coming back for another year after summer break including yourself while some like Cedric are packing their trunk and leaving Hogwarts for good as it was his last year here before his graduation ceremony. Everyone else seems to be enjoying their last-day feast while you head for the stairs area to drop off your luggage ready for Hagrid and Flitch to load them over to the Hogwarts Express train so it's all ready to depart tonight, along with a small box of Cedric stuff nervous to give them back and terrified of how the interaction between the both of you will go, but you incidentally come across a tall and dark-haired figured in his Hufflepuff Hogwarts uniform, right off the bat you could tell who it was as he struggled to keep his broom standing right up, the scent of his cologne seems to verify him more as you tried you best to keep it together.
You drag your trunk over to the nearest pile not making that much noise still holding the box containing Cedric's belongings including a letter you manage to pour out your heart into, waiting for him to turn and notice you. After a few minutes, he finally got his stuff all ready, satisfied, he dusted his hands clean and turned around only to find a shorter figure, with luscious Y/H/C hair being pulled back into a messy bun and a Y/H uniform she so proudly wears. He blinked his eyes over your beauty not remembering the last time you pulled your hair back and presented your face so openly to him, "Uhm hi Ced" you greet him trying your best to keep eye contact with his air of molten sliver-like eyes, he gulped and greet you back "Y/N h-hi are you alright?" he asks kindly with a slight worry trailing behind his voice, you nodded before clearing your throat, "So I uhm, I have a couple of things that belonged to you that I haven't actually returned, and I thought that today would be the best day to give it so here you go" you hand him the box.
He took it slowly, making slight contact with your hands as it sent electrical charges throughout the both of you, unsure when the last time a spark like that happened. "Thank you Y/N, but what is this," he asks touching a letter you purposefully left out without putting it inside the box, "Oh uhm that's a letter I wrote for you, you know to say goodbye and wish you the best for next year… since this will be the last time I'm ever going to see you again" you explained voice breaking, as tears start glimmering in your pair of now delicate Y/E/C eyes, Cedric frowns at your answer but none of the less nodded firmly, as silence fell between you once again. You sigh the sadness away while also composing yourself before saying "Alright well I should probably get going, I-I uh will see you at the feast yeah? Make sure you eat loads to have a good sleep tonight" you remind him still trying to hold on to all the broken pieces of yourself together before it all come crashing down.
Cedric hesitated not knowing what to do nor what to say, so he chose to look down at his feet trying to figure out what to do with himself before setting the box aside as he watched you walk up the stairs slowly, but suddenly, "Y/N please wait" Cedric begs his voice breaking as if he lost the most valuable thing he had in his life. You stop dead in your tracks with all the tears just freely streaming down hearing Cedric run up the stairs and throw himself to hug you from behind like he always did before, gently turning you around to face him and there he was, face was broken and tears streaming freely just like yours, you couldn't do anything but caressed his cheek as you tippy-toed to reach, using your thumb to rub his tears away, he sniffled in pain, not because he was injured but because of how much he desperately needed you here with him. "Ced, my love I know this is tough, it is for me too but please know that in another life, or in another universe your soul and mine are bound to find each other once more, and then we can finally be happy together...please don't cry" you explained trying not to choke and stumble over your words still crying in agony in these empty halls and stairways.
All Cedric could master at this point was a nod before you pulled him into a kiss, a kiss so different from what it was before, all the happiness and joy disappearing along with the feeling of comfort and secureness with each other, It was all out the window, instead being replaced by the feeling of insecurity, sadness, and desperation but not shy of love. The kiss went on for a while, You couldn't remember the last time you and Cedric kissed, but you ultimately ended it, putting your forehead against his before saying "This is my goodbye, love, I have to go...you should too" you suggested watching as his face breaks some more, trying to form some sort of plead, but before you could collapse into a million pieces you ran out of there as fast as you can possibly go, and made straight for one of the girl's lavatories where you cried there all night hurting, not knowing what else to do with yourself as the one you love has to walk away from you, leaving you empty and numb.
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zelzenik · 1 year
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always her
written for @zelinkcommunity's Lofting Letters event and for @zelinktines23's prompt "silk" as a gift for @louwhose
this is a short angsty piece featuring oot zelink :))
No matter what, Link will always love her.
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Her hair felt like silk, soft and shiny beneath his fingertips. The sweet scent of her perfume lingered even as she swept away, gathering her skirts more tightly about her. “I’m sorry, Link.” The finality in her voice crushed him, even though he knew she would leave.
“It’s okay,” he lied, gaze glued to her back. “I understand.” He almost lifted his hand to stop her, reach for her, anything.  
She paused for a moment, observing him from her peripherals. “Then I suppose… This is goodbye.” His mind went blank, and he could almost convince himself that her voice wavered while she spoke.
Lifetimes flashed before his eyes… He was grateful that he felt too numb to cry. He didn’t think he could bear tearing up in front of her. The thought of being so vulnerable while her back was turned to him didn’t feel right. Before he could stop himself and think of the impropriety, he stepped forward, grasping her sleeve with trembling fingers. “Is it?” He asked, his mind racing through countless possibilities in mere moments.
“Link, it has to be,” she replied back as coldly as she could. “I don’t suppose you’d like me to list the reasons as to why.” Her words cut him deeper than any moblin spear ever had or ever could.
Willing himself not to cry, Link fought to hold himself together. He had to be impervious and dependable: he had to be his Princess’ selfless hero, locking down all his feelings, forcing them all to dissipate as much as possible. “That won’t be necessary.” His fingers balled into a tight fist as he steeled himself. “Farewell.” It was apparent that such distance was expected of them both so he could perform. He had to.
“Alright,” she accepted simply. Her jaw was tight, and she couldn’t meet his eyes. Sweeping her skirts up once more, she turned her back, for the last time, and left the room.
In her absence, Link felt as though the wind had been knocked out of his lungs. Once she was gone, his knees went weak, and he sank down onto his chair, grasping at the edge of his desk. Was she truly gone now? Was their relationship, which was just barely beginning, really over? His head hit the surface of his desk as he recalled all the years of his life during which he’d known her, all the time he’d spent saving her kingdom.
He rose from his seat, and his feet carried him across the room, to where the Master Sword lay. Clenching his jaw, he reached for it, the cause of all of his troubles. Was it all worth it?
With naught more than his sword in hand and a bag of his utmost important belongings on his back, Link left the castle, for what he thought might be the last time. He called for Epona, and somehow she knew that he was seeking comfort for his broken heart.
Even as he left the castle, though, he knew that if Zelda was ever in need of him or his help, he would be there… No matter where he went or who he was with, he would always love her… At the core of his being, the center of his heart, it would always be her.
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chenyann · 2 years
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Missed kiss💋
Rook hunt 🏹
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All you wanted was to get to class so you give your friend a kiss on the cheek to let you go but Rook has other plans!
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Ahhh! It's finally done^^ft.brother like deuce
This is a sfw,fluff,bit suggestive? It kinda shows/talks making out. The rough draft got alot of love so thank you very much♡ I'm happy yall seem to like my ideas ~yako♡ épouse-moi means marry me Mon ami means my friend Je ťaime mon ange Means I love you my angel
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Friends
                  [ Nrc courtyard 12:21pm]
That is what you and Rook are;Friends. Nothing more nothing less,yes he could be romantic at times and make you blush,coo at you,take care of your skin routine,care for you when you're ill and call you mon amour.But it's just in a platonic sense….right?
You sit there pondering if yall are just friends,knowing very well your love for him is blossoming its wings like forget-me-nots and starting to take flight with the other doves who found love.What did that mean..? Why did he say that and didn't tell me….?
           (Flash back)
              [Pomefiore lounge 7:48pm]
"épouse-moi'' Rook said ``In the middle of one of yalls nightly conversations."huh? What does that mean'' you asked with curious eyes, similar to a curious baby deer when they first learn how to walk.``Nothing mon ami'' Rook said with a smile…warm…his smile felt like when you're basking in the sun for the first time in a while,its rays tickle your skin and settle down on a good patch of skin.He leaned down to his tea cup and takes a sip,you do the same as him and bring the tea cup to your lips.You can feel the tea trickling down your throat,it's warm and it's florescent taste lingers in your mouth as he starts talking again,moments later your had forgot those words he said and talked about little nothings to pass time, while basking in each others presence.
[NRC courtyard 12:30pm]
You sat there oh so elegantly looking like you're deep in thought. not really you were just sitting there normally.Every little thing you did Rook found elegant;as gentle as a dogwood petal falling in a pond, your skin radiating  the sun, with that cute little pout on your cute Lil face while you're stuck in thought.Rook wonders what you're thinking about,perhaps you're thinking about home,perhaps the weather,or your school work,maybe you're thinking about him..?He jokingly put his hand on his forehead and he waved himself some air with flicks of his other hand at the thought of you thinking of him.
"Rook" A stern voice called out as he watched you."oui?Roi du Poison." Rook said as he laid his eyes on Vil,he looked Rook up and down and sighed "you're staring at the prefect.It's rude to stare too long." Vil said as he moved his hands to his hips."Apologies Roi du poison,but trickster is so eye-catching don't you think?" Rook said as he put his hand on his forehead,Vil wasn't having it though,he crossed his arms and spoke once more."You can stare later Rook,I'd rather not be late"
"Très bien, Roi du Poison I shall look later." Rook said with a fake sigh and looked back at you "farewell mon ami." And with that he skipped behind vil and happily followed him.
[Nrc courtyard benches 12:36pm]
You snapped out of your thoughts when a fuzzy gray blob plopped on your lap."Y/n the great grim has been looking for you all day! And all you were doing was spacing out!?" Grim huffed and stared at you then at a figure right by you,you looked at the person taking a moment to realize it was one half or the adeuce duo."oh hey deuce what's up?" They boy gave you a worried look and spoke up.
"Y/n I've been trying to get your attention for 5 minutes now…are you okay" you look at deuce and feel guilt banging in your stomach.. For five minutes? I should have at least heard him…. "I'm sorry deuce I was spacing out what did you need?" You said offering the boy a smile to reassure him you're okay,he gladly took the smile and returned it."We got Ace to wait for us while we get you to come to lunch ." You pondered back and frowned, you almost missed lunch too and they made Ace wait because of you…actually Ace deserved it because we made us wait 30 minutes to get to lunch too..
"Oh I'm sorry for the wait let's go" you said as you got up from the bench with grim in your arms and deuce by your side, but you couldn't shake the feeling that you were being watched.
                       [Lunchroom 12:37pm]
"Finally you were gone for so long that we only got 13 minutes til class" Ace said with a frown,sebek was going on about how he should eat his lunch quickly so he can be with his Waka-sama,Jack was eyeing you likely to see if your not looking well without asking,Epel was the only one who spoke up.
"Ya actin' Like ya ain't the one who made us wait 30 minutes 'cause you got in trouble with ya dorm leader."epel let his accent slip but he paid no mind it's likely he just wanna fight so you sat down with deuce and grim,eating the food deuce got for you.  
                     [Lunchroom 12:56pm]
Jack was the first to excuse himself,leaving the table with a kicking and screaming epel with him,next it was sebek who left saying he has to guard his young master to his next period.Leaving the boys who were there since day one, the adeuce Duo and grim…
"Hey y/n you okay? you're spacing out again." Deuce asked, pulling you out of your thoughts."im fine deuce" you pause to think of a different topic"hey when is our next class?" you asked with a smile deuce returned it Ace gagged "hurry up lovebirds" deuce frowned "Ace dude that's gross bro we see each other as siblings." Ace looked shocked for a moment then just turned away "our next class is crewel and it's at 1:00" deuce said as you took your phone out.
"One-o-clock?" You asked,deuce smiled and shook his head 'yes'.You showed him your phone at first there was nothing to offer of the ordinary,your lock screen of a sleeping grim,  a few messages from deuce when he wanted to find you,game notifications,class notifications and- that's when he saw it.
In big numbers read 1:17pm,deuce scrambled to get his phone out and without a doubt his phone read 1:17pm. 
Crap…
    Yall were late to class, even worse crewels class,Trein would at least give you a warning or extra homework that wasn't really hard,Vargas would just make you do 1 lap in the field and the other teachers didn't care that you were late they just wanted you to attend class.
[Nrc hallway 1:18pm]
Y/n wasn't at the courtyard,the cafeteria or at ramshackle. Rook thought as he let out a huff "where is my mon amour at?" He put his hand to his forehead while walking down empty halls,the Pitter patter of hurried steps echoed in rooks ears.
Ah…Monsieur Heart and Monsieur Spade! Perhaps they know where my mon amour is. Before he could ask, a familiar figure was caught in his line of sight.
"Mon ami!" He latched his arm to your wrist ever-so-gently.The sun grasping you with its eternal warmth,gently showering you with its rays.A star like you can't compare,but what if you are not a star but the sun's lover? The moon…perhaps you only saw yourself as a star because you're scared….eyes that blossom like flowers in spring meadows…the moon needs the sun like how the sun needs the moon.
In the end the sun always comes back y/n….
[Nrc hallway 1:22pm]
You felt a hand wrap around your wrist and gently pulls you in,resting against a firm but soft torso like how you feel when resting in a meadow.A hard ground but the soft flowers tickle your skin ever-so-slightly touching you,you snap out your thoughts when the person speaks.
"Mon ami,I've been searching for you!" It was  Rook who was speaking,you would have loved to stay and chat but you didn't want to get chewed out by crewel."I'm sorry Rook I'm in a rush" you said as you tried to wiggle out his grasp."But mon ami-" he was cut off by your friend "hurry up y/n" Ace yelled ,but Rook didn't yield in fact he held you closer.
"Yall just go on without me okay!" You yelled to your friends "your funeral y/n!" Ace yelled back while picking up grim, it was deuce who was less happy about it but he compiled."okay be careful y/n" he yelled as he scattered with Ace and grim.
"Rook, I really need to go. I'm about 20 minutes late to class" you said as he loosened his grip on you,but never letting you fully go.The way his green eyes bore into your own made a shiver run down your back. His stare was so captivating that for a moment, you almost wanted to skip and stay with him.Yall sat in comfortable silence until an idea popped in your head "If I give you a kiss will you let me go?"
Rook looked taken aback for a moment and had a giddy smile on his lips."Oui" he said Rook’s eyes were pretty much illuminating the hallway by now, his eyes were so bright even brighter than the sun.
You lean forward towards him, you hold his face in your hands and give Rook a peck on the cheek. Mwah 
"non non mon ami you missed"
Rook said with a sigh and frowned looking at you."What" you stare at him like a deer in the headlights "what did I miss?" You asked,With the gentleness of a feather, and speed of an arrow he kissed you.Capturing your lips in his,Finally he let your wrist go but you wanted to kiss him a little longer.Its likely Rook wanted the same because the hand that once held your wrist snaked down to your waist,his other hand travels to your head supporting it.
Once he finally pulled back five minutes later to gaze into your eyes cheekily, you shot him an angry glare.
"Très bien mon amour!But next time I won't stop to let go" he said with a smug grin,you turn your back to him with a huff and walk off to crewels class forgetting you're even late. As you turned the corner you heard the huntsman one last time "Je ťaime mon ange!" 
The warmth that was on your lips lingers in your mind,such a strange huntsman who would love the moon so much as to kiss it?At least I know the sun loves me just as much as I love him.
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virtualtrashcollector · 2 months
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🌼 Kisses & Brownies
Chapter 6:
Suddenly remembering that you had gotten dessert last night as well, you pulled away from his welcoming embrace. You went back over to the fridge and took out a large plastic wrapped brownie as he belched loudly again. Walking back over to J, you casually slipped it into his outer coat pocket.
"Treat for later." You said with a small smile. He grinned and licked his lips.
"Your too good to me babe." His voice was deep and raspy. His gaze dropped to your chest that was now covered by your dirty shop attire. For the next few moments he happily squeezed your breasts while moaning quietly.
"Mmm.... I could play with these all day." He said stepping closer to you. Looking at his groin it was clear he was hard again.
"You're such a horny thing." You whispered, your lips nearly touching his. A sudden knock at the door rudely disrupted your intimate exchange. Again you could hear the sound of someone attempting to come in.
"Hey Daisy we have any more antifreeze? I know you said you got some, but I can't find it anywhere." Michael said through the shiny metal door. J stopped fondling you and held your tits in his hands, waiting patiently for you to reply.
"It's in the storeroom on the bottom shelf." You said waiting for an answer.
"Ok thanks. Why's the door locked? You jerking off in there again?" He asked playfully.
"Just finished actually. I have to clean up, be out in a minute." You informed him. Faintly you heard him laugh from the other side of the door. J grinned and chewed his lip as he resumed playing with your breasts.
"How'd he know?" He said sarcastically with a sexy smirk. Without a doubt, you absolutely adored this man.
All you wanted to do was to stay in your office all night with your boss and explore every inch of his naked body. Unfortunately there was still a lot of work you had to do. You sighed deeply and prepared to say goodbye.
"Not that I want to, but I should probably get back to work." You informed him. He seemed to think for a moment before reaching into his suit coat and pulling out a tattered joker playing card. Grabbing a pen off of your desk, he quickly scribbled something onto it.
"Here's my card." He said as he handed it to you, his tongue sliding across his painted lips.
"I never give out my number, I uh..........don't really like people." J explained quietly while you rested your palms on his chest.
"But you........" He continued, his voice dropping dramatically.
"I like you. Call me anytime doll." You couldn't stop the smile from forming on your face. Grabbing the back of his head you pulled him forward and kissed him hard. He immediately wrapped his arms around you tightly. While you made out his hands slid tenderly down your back to grip your ass. He fondled you as he groaned softly.
It wasn't long before the two of you were standing in front of the steel door saying your farewells.
"I'll go out first and distract my grease monkeys so you can slip out the back." You informed him. They were likely to ask about a million questions if they seen J sneak out of your office, and you wanted to avoid that all together if possible. He nodded understandingly and smiled.
"Sounds good. See ya around Daze, thanks again for patching me up." His voice was almost a whisper as he spoke.
"Anytime sir." You answered back. He grinned and licked his lips. After one final lingering look at your sexy new boss, you exited your office to find Richie and Michael both working on a rusty white van. They both looked up as your door closed noisily.
"Jeez Daisy, never heard you burp like that before." Richie said with an amused expression on his face. You were going to have to play along. Shrugging your shoulders casually you replied,
"Yes well, the pasta I got last night was very heavy and rich." You explained hoping it sounded convincing. Walking around the other side of the men, you attempted to draw their attention away from your office. It worked perfectly as they followed your every move.
"What was that loud crash earlier?" You asked.
"Richie knocked over the toolbox, well more like fell into it." Michael answered.
"Hurt like a bitch." Richie exclaimed rubbing his elbow. You purposely moved the conversation forward, asking questions about the progress of the repairs. Before long you seen J peek out of your door and discreetly slip out. He held the brownie in his teeth and it looked like he was already halfway through it. Closing the door quietly behind him, he gave you a last glance before finally going out the back door.
After talking about repairs and other mundane topics for what seemed like an eternity, you realized you very much needed to pee. You did your business and washed your hands. Having pocketed your vibe earlier, you cleaned it off in the sink as well. Just as you were about to walk out of the washroom you remembered J's card in your pocket. Pulling it out you observed it closely. A large picture of a dancing man in costume was in the middle of the card. It looked like your typical playing card aside from the fact that the edges almost looked like they had been burned slightly. His handwriting was sloppy and hard to decipher. The black ink had smeared a little, but you could still make out the numbers. You quickly returned to your office and picked up your cell phone, adding him to your contacts as J.
The small steel room still faintly smelled like cheese and onion. His empty takeout dish now sat on your desk. You noticed he had practically scraped the container clean. Maybe you could use food as an excuse to call him and stop by his place. You were absolutely dying to see where he lived. After throwing the dish in the garbage you sunk into your desk chair, a large grin of contentment rapidly growing on your face. There was still work to do but right now you needed a power nap. Feeling happy and satisfied, you leaned back and closed your eyes. Drifting slowly off to sleep, you secretly hoped to have dreams of your beautiful new boss.
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sleuthy-scientist · 11 months
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A Mother's Love Part 2
*Another quickly written unedited chapter, that could probably use a lot of work. Anyway I am unhinged and unbothered, but I hope you enjoy anyway.*
Jack had been in his room when Emily got home, from her mother's, a half hour before. Jessica had informed her, he was feeling a bit down because of school. They were sharing stories about their moms and finishing their cards and gifts for Mother's Day that weekend. So he had been out of sorts since she picked him up. Not even Jessica's offer for icecream on the way home, seemed to have cheered Jack up.
Emily had wanted to give Jack space, not knowing if her presence would set him off and upset him further. She asked Jessica to check on him, and let him know she had gotten home if he needed her, before saying her own farewell, until Monday afterschool. Just as expected by both women, he needed some more quiet time to himself.
After Jessica left Emily went upstairs to her's and Aaron's bedroom, to be close by in case Jack needed her. She had been sitting on her bed, lost in contemplation about both Haley and her own mother, that she hadn't heard his bedroom door open. She was so caught up in her thoughts, it took her a few seconds to notice Jack standing infront of her. Glancing at his face, it broke her heart seeing the Jack sporting such sad eyes.
She wished she could take away all the hurt and pain she knew he felt. The five and half year old look just as lost and devasted as he had the day he found out Haley wasn't coming back. Emily wanted more than anything to pull him into her arms and smother him with her love and embrace him with cuddles.
But, she learned from experience, like his father, sometimes she needed to wait him out. Let him decide to tell her what he wanted and needed from her in that moment. He had obviously had voluntarily sought her out, and was ready to talk. So she settled for slowly and carefully raising her hand, to card her fingers through his growing hair.
Her soothing gesture gave Jack the push he needed to speak his mind. "I really really miss my mommy Emmy, can I have a hug?"
Emily didn't even hesitate to open her arms wide and pull him as close as her ever expanding stomach would allow her to. Jack immediately burrowed his face into her neck, in search for added warmth and comfort.
Emily waited for him to fully settle, giving herself time to try and get her hormones under control before speaking. The moment he loosened his grip around her neck, cuddling into her side, Emily knew he'd calmed down enough to hear her.
She still spoke quieter than usual, not wanting to by chance startle him in any way. "Jack honey, I'm sorry your sad about your mommy. But, you never have to ask for a hug. You're my favourite cuddle bug in the whole world."
Emily let her words linger in the sombre but comforting silence that settled between them. The moment Jack felt a tapping against his cheek, he couldn't help the giggles that escaped."Emmy why is your belly moving like that on my face".
Emily couldn't help but chuckle at his sweet little giggles and innocent question."Buddy that just your little sister, giving you love pokes. I think she's trying to cheer you up the only way she can right now. I bet she knows you're going to be the best big brother to her. I guarantee she's excited to meet you, that's why she's so squirmy, like a little worm right now."
Emily waited for the baby to finish moving, knowing Jack wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything else she said, until her daughter had finished reminding them of her presence. Once she was sure her little girl had fallen asleep, she tried to address Jack's concerns.
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"It's ok to be sad about your mommy Jack, I never want you to hide that from me or your dad. It's going to take a long long time for it not to hurt so much. You are always going to miss your mom, because she was the best mom ever. I know she's looking down on you because she loved you more than anything in this entire world."
"I wish she could have met my baby sister, I bet mommy would have loved her too."
Emily could feel a tear or two slip out at Jack's response. She too wished Haley was still alive to see Jack grow and become an amazing big brother.
"Can I tell you a secret Jack."
Her statement caught his attention, Jack pulled back excitedly to see Emily's face. "Ok Emmy, I promise I won't tell anyone."
"I think your mommy may have sent us your little sister as a gift. So you will always have someone to play with. I bet this little lady is going to be your best friend, because you two will always look out for each other. And you'll be there for each other if you're happy, sad, scared, lonely, or even if you just need a hug."
Emily wasn't lying when she said she thought Haley sent the baby she was carrying their way. While she still wasn't sure if she believed in God, she couldn't ignore the feeling of fate. She hadn't even told Aaron, but she didn't know how else to explain the coincidences that were adding up.
Finding out she was pregnant basically on the anniversary of Haley's death, and having her due date shared with the other woman's birthday. She hadn't told Aaron the exact date she discovered she was expecting, but he must have noticed the due date landed on Haley's birthday.
Emily wanted to believe these were signs in some way from Haley, reminders she approved. That she was watching elated they were living out her last wishes. That Emily was helping Aaron laugh more and teach Jack about true and selfless love.
Emily considered the rest of what she wanted to say, having not discussed it with his father. She hadn't been sure if she should bring up the topic, or if it was entirely her place to offer. But Emily wanted to honour Haley, and could think of no better way.
"If you would like, I was thinking we could give your little sister your mommy's first name as one of her middle names. That way she always has a piece of your mommy too, and we can all tell her about the amazing person she was named after. Then we will always have another way to remember your mom."
Jack liked the sound of her idea, but didn't think it really counted as secret if his daddy knew about her idea too. Plus he knew his father usually got sad and quiet whenever he mentioned her. "Does daddy know you wanna name her after mommy."
"No buddy, if you want to share it with him, we can. And we can let Aunty Jess know next time she comes over. I thought it would be the best way to pay respect to her memory. Your sister's due date falls on to day your mommy was born too. Who knows they might share a birthday."
Jack grinned as wide as he could when he replied. "I love your idea Emmy. I think my mommy and baby sister would both want to do that."
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It sometimes drove Aaron nuts when Emily's insecurities shone through. He hated whenever she seemed hesitant and skittish, almost as if she was afraid to approach him. Yet he knew Emily's lack of confidence when it came to personal relationships stemmed from her upbringing.
He knew she was worried enough about her place in Jack's life, on top of her ability to parent a newborn. Aaron just wished she could see herself through his perspective, it made his heartache because she couldn't see how amazing a mother and person she is.
He knew if anyone should be worried about being the kind of parent to their kids that Elizabeth had been to Emily, it was him. For he shared a number of the qualities that made her a good leader, but he knew he isn't open, supportive, and approachable like Emily is.
Too stuck in his closed off, strict, grumpy, independent persona. Aaron knew he was good at pushing people away, ignoring his personal problems until they were unmanageable. That he often put work above all else, and didn't know how to turn that side of himself off to relax.
Yet Emily knew how to flip that switch for him and draw out the lighter, happy go lucky Aaron that was hidden inside. Because she saw the same horrors and darkness he did everyday and still chose to be a beacon of light, hope, strength, kindness, and joy for others.
With most people he had to hide behind his mask and pretend he was always ok. But with Emily she always understood his need to put up a facade and how to get past his mental defences. She just always knew what he needed, and how to make him feel a little lighter and brighter.
With Emily he didn't need to worry about what hat he was wearing for the character he was playing. She always saw him and the thoughts, fears, emotions, and insecurities he bottled up. She just cared for him, gave him the support he needed, and accepted him as he was.
That why as much as she worried about what kind of maternal figure she was to Jack and mother she would be for their daughter, he knew her fears we baseless. He had no doubt, Emily was never going to parent like her own mother. Fundamentally she was the most selfless, moral, supportive, smart, kind, sweet, funny, and caring person he had ever met.
Emily didn't have a malicious bone in her body, she only knew how to be the bigger person. She always smiled in face of those who hurt her, so they couldn't see her pain, and treated them with only respect and kindness. He knew first hand she was selective in her battles, knowing peace was sometimes better than being right. That some situations require strategy and tact, while others need humility and restraint.
Emily didn't have the capacity to hurt others as deeply as they hurt her. Literally and figuratively, she never actively attacked, used unnecessary force, or went for the kill shot, unless it was in defence of others, or she had no other option to do so.
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He had already been worried when Emily had gone quiet after texting him she was heading home from her mother's. Fearing she might be shutting him and everyone else out, to deal with her stuff on her own.
Shortly after Emily's vague text, he also received a heads up text from Jessica about Jack's mood, he wrapped up everything he could, hurriedly taking the rest of his work home. Aaron knew it was going to be a tumultuous weekend, but he wasn't expecting the sight he came home to.
It warmed his heart seeing the most important people in his life curled up together, smiling in their sleep. Knowing it had been foolish to worry, Emily and Jack loved each other so fiercely.
Aaron hoped whatever happened with Elizabeth earlier that day, that it had been an eye opener for the Ambassador. That for Emily's sake she proved her daughter wrong this once and finally tried to be the kind of mother Emily deserved.
He shook his head with a smirk in disbelief that Emily could ever possibly think she would be a bad mother. He felt the warmth of happiness to have them resting in such a carefree bubble of safety and peace in the home they created together.
On his way to make supper, Aaron took one last look back at the people who were his whole world and his future. He knew it wouldn't last forever, he couldn't resist snapping a few quick photos, before he left the room. Knowing the images and memory of this moment would bring him peace when he was away for cases, especially when Emily was on maternity leave.
He gave a quick and silent prayer to Haley, knowing if heaven was real, that she too was smiling down, elated knowing Emily was helping him keep his last promise to her. Jack was going to be ok, because he was surrounded by the selfless love his mother wanted him to grow up with and experience everyday.
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AS WE ARRIVED BACK AT THE CULLENS HOUSE, the sun shone brightly through the trees. Most of the vampires had already left the Cullens. Vladimir and Stefan had vanished before we'd stopped celebrating. They were extremely disappointed in the way things had turned out, but they'd enjoyed the Volturi's cowardice almost enough to make up for their frustration.
Benjamin and Tia were quick to follow after Amun and Kebi, anxious to let them know the outcome of the conflict. I was hoping to see them again one day — Benjamin and Tia, at least. None of the nomads lingered, obviously. Peter and Charlotte had a short conversation with Jasper, and then they were gone, too.
The reunited Amazons had been anxious to return home as well—they had a difficult time being away from their beloved rain forest—though they were more reluctant to leave than some of the others.
"You must bring the child to see me," Zafrina insisted. "Promise me, young one."
Ness had pressed her hand to Bella's neck, pleading as well.
"Of course, Zafrina," Bella agreed.
Zafrina then turned her head to me. "And I'll see you one day."
"I sure will," I replied with a smile.
"We shall be great friends, my Nessie," the wild woman had declared before leaving with her sisters.
The Irish coven continued the exodus.
"Well done, Siobhan," Carlisle complimented her as they said goodbye.
"Ah, the power of wishful thinking," she answered sarcastically, rolling her eyes. And then she was serious. "Of course, Vladimir and Stefan are right. This isn't over. The Volturi won't forgive what happened here."
"They're not used to this kind of humiliation," Dad told her.
"I can see that," Siobhan laughed.
Edward then answered. "They've been seriously shaken; their confidence is shattered. But, yes, I'm sure they'll recover from the blow someday. And then . . ." His eyes tightened. "I imagine they'll try to pick us off separately."
"Alice will warn us when they intend to strike," Siobhan said in a sure voice. "And we'll gather again. Perhaps the time will come when our world is ready to be free of the Volturi altogether."
"That time may come," Carlisle replied. "If it does, we'll stand together."
"Yes, my friend, we will," Siobhan agreed. "And how can we fail, when I will it otherwise?" She let out a great peal of laughter.
"Exactly," Carlisle said. He and Siobhan embraced, and then he shook Liam's hand. Then, he placed his hand on Dad's shoulder, looking at him. "Try to find Alistair and tell him what happened. I'd hate to think of him hiding under a rock for the next decade."
Siobhan and Dad laughed again. Maggie hugged Ness, Bella and me, and then the Irish coven was gone.
The Denalis were next to leave, Garrett with them—as he would be from now on. The atmosphere of celebration was too much for Tanya and Kate. They needed time to grieve for their lost sister.
I spotted Edward and Jacob standing near a stream, watching the farewells unfurled. I walked over to them.
"Hey," I said to them. "You both okay?"
"We're fine," Edward replied. "It's just..." his eyes were drawn to Ness.
"You have a beautiful family," Jacob commented and we all looked at her. "She's gonna be around for a long time, isn't she?"
"A very long time," Edward said to him. "I'm glad she has you."
Jacob smiled and I sighed.
"Hey, Jake," I said and we looked at each other. "For the record, I wasn't really going to kill you after hearing about your imprinting."
"For the record, I found your reaction to be a little bit more aggressive than Bella's. But a lot more than Edward's."
We just laughed.
"So should I start calling you 'Dad' now?" Jacob then asked.
"No," Edward replied sternly.
"Now, now," I spoke. "It's too early to impress the in-laws."
Jacob and I laughed again. Then Ness ran into Edwards's arms and Bella joined us.
"Hey," Bella greeted us and took Ness's hand and put it on her cheek. She smiled. "Yeah. We're all gonna be together now."
"Don't hesitate to visit sometime," I said.
"Same with you," Bella grinned.
Then, I spotted Seth approaching us but his face was nervous.
"Jake, you need to go to La Push," Seth said and looked at me. "Including you. Your family is there as well."
Before I could say anything, Bella jumped in. "I thought vampires aren't allowed to be at La Push."
"Well, Sam allowed it to be the first time in wolf history."
Jacob hugged Ness and said goodbye to them. Edward, Bella and Ness said their goodbyes to us and headed to their home. Jacob and I gazed at Seth.
"When is it?" Jacob asked.
Seth stared at him with a puzzled look in his brown eyes. "I thought you knew. It's now."
"What?" Jacob and I yelled in unison.
Jacob shook his head and let out a growl. "Why didn't Sam inform me about it?"
"As I said, I thought you knew," Seth repeated.
"What is it about?" I asked him.
"Sam figured out about Leah and Ethan," he explained. "He figured out about her imprinting on him. He wanted to have all wolves — excluded Leah — to discuss what's happening now."
Jacob sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Okay, are they all at La Push now? Sam's pack and mine?"
Seth nodded. "And Violet's family."
I swallowed.
"We better get going," Jacob declared and we sprinted along the woods; he and Seth changed into their wolf form.
I just hoped the meeting will end smoothly.
It took me about forty-five minutes — for a vampire — to find La Push. And thankfully, the clouds covered the sun. I watched the town with great clear visions: oceanfront resorts, a seafood company, a fish hatchery, and a new marina. I then remembered hanging out with Bella and the guys from school (in my human life) when Jacob and his friends showed up. I remembered the beach and seeing the water crashing against the sand.
I missed La Push.
But there was no time for sightseeing.
Then, I spotted Jacob and Seth — back in their human form and walked into the woods. I followed. Among walking the path, I saw Ethan sprinting toward me and abruptly hugging me.
"Violet!" He shouted as he hugged me.
Awkwardly, I patted his head and he let me go.
"I thought something bad happened to—," Ethan began to explain in a panicked tone.
"Really?" I asked him. "I've got at least five powers on me and you're worrying about me? It's you and Leah that should be worrying about this."
Ethan pursed his lip and we began walking.
"I'm guessing you know what happened," I inquired.
"Yes," he sighed.
"And I'm also guessing that the rest of the family now knows about you and Leah."
"Well..." Ethan took a brief pause. "Uncle Jo and Aunt Ro knew about it before you did. Remember I told you that?"
"Oh, yeah? When did they find out?"
"Two weeks after the imprinting," he told me. "Uncle Jo did notice that I was going 'hunting' a lot —" he air quoted the word 'hunting' — "and when I came back, he started questioning me about my suspicious activity. I told him that I hunted a few deer. Then Aunt Ro placed her hand on my arm and saw my memories with Leah.
"That was when I told them everything: me and her and the whole imprinting thing. Well, as best as I can with the imprinting part." He chuckled. "I thought they were going to tell Mum and Dad about this, but then they said they understand. They understand it all. And they promised to keep it a secret."
"Until Seth kinda announced it to me," I said.
"Yeah," Ethan agreed and laughed. "And your face was priceless."
"I never thought that you two would be a thing."
Then, I caught sight of my family and Leah. Their heads turned to us with brief smiles. They were all standing in their duo but Leah stood alone. I hugged Mum and Dad — and they greeted me — as Ethan stood beside Leah.
"And I thought we were going to get a search team," Joseph said.
"Don't worry," I replied. "I still remember this place."
"And it felt strange for me coming back here as a whole," Rhona added. "It's funny how everything changed around here."
"That might be something I'll get used to," I told her.
I looked over at Simon and Alana. They both held hands with each other.
"How are you both feeling?" I asked them.
"Fine," Simon responded.
"Happy, actually," Alana replied.
"Really?" I said, confused.
"Yeah," she nodded. "Finally Ethan got himself a girlfriend."
"Mum..." Ethan muttered, embarrassed.
"You all are not helping," Leah moaned, rubbing her arms.
"I'm sorry, Leah," Ethan said to her. "I just... I just don't know what's gonna happen."
"It's okay," she sighed. "I don't either."
Then, I heard footsteps approaching us. My gold eyes caught glimpse of Seth and his face appeared serious.
"They're ready for you now," he said, looking at his sister and us.
Seth turned around and started walking forward; we followed him. It must have lasted a couple of minutes and we saw Sam's pack — all in their wolf forms — and three people in front of them: Billy Black, Sue Clearwater, and Quil Ateara III (or Old Quil as I called him). Billy was in his wheelchair while Sue and Old Quil was standing; Old Quil had his wooden cane by his side. I spotted Ayla standing beside Seth (who was in his human form); I smiled at her, happy to see her again. Ayla smiled at me back while holding onto his muscular arm.
She was probably here for showing support to Ethan and Leah.
I spotted Jacob standing beside Seth in his human form too. What was going on?
"I thought Sam was doing this," Leah whispered to Jacob.
And as if on cue, Sam emerged from the woods in his black wolf form. Leah sighed. "This isn't good."
"Step forward," Billy commanded, speaking to Leah, and she did so; she took three steps forward to them, and a few growls escaped from them.
We all watched in silence and with concern.
"Leah Clearwater," Billy began to speak. "We are all aware of your imprinting of the vampire." He locked his eyes over at Ethan and then back at her. "Is this imprint true?"
My gold eyes were puzzled. What did he mean by this imprint being true?
"Of course it is, Billy," Leah replied. "I felt the same feeling as you all were when you imprinted. My imprintee is more important to me than ever before."
The dark silver wolf — I learnt that it was Paul — snarled.
"And yet, this has gone against everything we've fought for," Old Quil added meekly. "You know the story of the Third Wife. Can you care to remind that?"
"She sacrificed her life to save her husband from the Cold Woman," Leah answered.
"So you do remember. Then why did you imprint on a cold man?"
There were many snarls and a few barks.
"Quiet!" Jacob screamed and the snarls and barks lowered into silence.
All eyes resumed on Leah.
"I don't know why it happened," she admitted. "I didn't force it on anyone. I didn't look for someone to imprint on at first but then, I did want to imprint or be imprinted on."
The gigantic thick brown wolf, Jared, huffed and Paul seemed to snicker at her comment.
"Give it a rest, Paul," Jacob said.
"What did he say?" Ethan whispered to Joseph.
"He asked who would imprint on her," he whispered back to him.
I let out a small gasp. The slight glare of anger was evident on Ethan's face.
"Would it change your loyalty to the tribe?" Old Quil asked her. "Knowing that you have put protection on the enemy?"
"No, my loyalty hasn't changed," Leah shouted. "They are like the Cullens whom you have a treaty. They feast on animal blood, not hurting people. I'm still protecting them."
"The question is, Clearwater, who are you protecting? The mortals or the Cold Ones?"
"I am still protecting the mortals. The only Cold Ones I'm protecting are my imprintee and his family —," Leah took a quick look at Jacob and back to them, letting out a small laugh. "Funny how you're not questioning Jacob's loyalty to you when his imprintee is half-vampire."
"Leah, don't—!" Jacob growled.
"It has been discussed," Sue finally spoke up. "And we accepted the fact knowing that the child isn't a threat."
Oh, for frock's sake. Couldn't they just leave Ness alone for five minutes? We just had a confrontation done and over.
"Because this is the first in history, Clearwater," Billy said. "You, the first female shapeshifter imprinting on a male vampire. These things are dangerously learned, but not just surrounding you. Surrounding many things in these times."
"Dad," Jacob grumbled, looking at them. "You've already made your decision. This meeting is just a formality!"
"What?" Leah said, clearly surprised. "What's been already decided?"
Silence.
Billy sighed. " We have reached a decision, though not all of us are in total agreement."
"It is the council's opinion that Leah Clearwater has committed treason against the pack," Old Quil declared. "And thus, she will be excommunicated from the Quileute Tribe."
The wolves snarled and barked with great volume. Ayla gasped loudly and Sue abruptly left, crying silently.
"What?! No!" Seth shouted, making me look at him, seeing his face squinting and tears trailing down. "You can't do this!"
"Your Quileute Tattoo will be stripped from you," Old Quil continued, ignoring the wolves' cheer. "And you shall forfeit all rank within the Black Pack."
Jared sauntered to Leah and lifted his right paw. His claws were long and sharp thanks to its sunlighting against them. And with a fast whoosh, the sound of fleshy rip invaded my ears. Leah screamed in great pain and two more whooshes occurred and then I smelt the wet dog's smelly blood. I covered my nose and mouth with my hand, blocking her scent. Leah pressed her left hand against her right upper arm, close to her shoulder. She fell to her knees, trying to hold back her tears and cry.
"Leah!" Ethan yelled and ran to her, falling to his knees beside her.
"Ethan!" Alana screamed, her motherly instincts running high, as Simon held on to her.
I saw the wolves glaring at the knelt duo. Their intense stares of dark and light debated as their minds lingered on what do to. I knew they wanted to kill Ethan right there on the spot.
"You all can't hurt him, remember?" Jacob spoke. "Whoever a wolf imprints on can't be harmed. It's our absolute law."
The wolves stared bitterly at them before trodded away into the woods.
"You will be branded as a lone wolf," Old Quil carried on. "You will still have your power and but you cannot take part in any pack or tribe meetings. Henceforth, you are barred from the Quileute pack and tribe."
I froze. I couldn't believe what I saw. They found out that Leah imprinted on Ethan - a vampire, a Cold Man - and they disowned her. Mum ran to Leah and checked her arm.
"We need Carlisle," Mum said.
Ethan picked Leah up and carried her in a bridal way and ran through the woods. I turned my head, seeing Seth and Ayla with their sad faces looking back at me. They walked towards me.
"I didn't know that will happen," Ayla whispered with a sad tone.
"We didn't know," Seth added, sounding scaredly calm.
"I know," I sighed. "I heard you."
We stared at each other in silence, shocked by what we have witnessed.
"Violet," I heard Dad calling for me.
With a glance, and with sadness, I bowed my head to them and ran through the woods.
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Notre Dame AU ‘Chapter’ 4: Conversation at The Castle
Going to be a shorter one this time, but at least we get a character interaction or two.
The castle bells clanged as Vanessa lingered in the main hall. She rested on the tile floor, listlessly staring at her watch as if it were a flashing book. As it had the capacity to play live recordings, however, this pastime wasn’t useless. In fact, that feature was the only thing ensuring that she was awake and alert.
A conversation buzzed through her watch, though its tiny speakers rendered the exact words unclear to her. The intonation in those words, however, made her roll her eyes and slowly exhale. “That kid’s probably wrecked everything else too,” she growled to herself, adjusting her posture to be more upright. “I don’t know whether to applaud him or shake him by the shoulders..”
Metallic footsteps shook the ground. Vanessa sprang to her feet as the rumbling strengthened. Her right hand twitched as she put it to her sheath. The same voices from the watch drew nearer, prompting her to hastily shut off the device before returning to her defensive position.
One of the large doors opened. An adult-sized, bear-like robot nervously entered inside. “I know you have claimed ‘sanctuary’, but I do not think that you have done it correctly,” he explained as a compartment in his chest opened up. “I am very sure that you need to stay at the castle doorstep until someone brings you inside.”
Gregory fumbled out of the robot’s chest cavity and landed onto the floor. “Yeah, well, I had no time for that,” he huffed, crossing his arms. “Kinda hard to do when you’re being hunted down by three animatronics at once.”
The worried bear opened his mouth to say something, but the shadow of Vanessa in the corner of his eye kept him silent. “Well, I hope that you are safe here in this castle,” he concluded while turning away and closing back the cavity. “I will notify the front desk as well as your friend.”
“Thanks, Freddy,” Gregory responded slowly, following the bear with his eyes as it walked away. “And, uh, thanks for everything else too. I really needed all the help I could get.”
“You are welcome, superstar,” Freddy replied, his voice tinted with a mix of concern and warmth. After one last mutual wave of farewell, he left the boy the castle.
Seeing her chance, Vanessa stepped in front of one of the windows. “Hey, little man,” she spoke up in a mockingly friendly tone. “Do you know what time it is?”
Gregory pulled out his blaster.
”I’m just saying that the main doors are still open!” Vanessa explained, raising both her hands up defensively. “Why are you still here if the ‘sanctuary’ thing isn’t going to work? You play on moving in or getting a job?”
Gregory shook his head with a scowl.
“Aw, that’s a shame,” the knight said with a slightly sadder expression, taking a few steps forward. “You could’ve joined our internship program instead of running around and messing up even more stuff. You would have been a great security guard.”
The boy retreated a step, then lowered his weapon. “What would you have done if I said ‘Yes’?” he asked sharply. “Would you have made me walk to the main stage for some ‘good boy’ award?”
Vanessa chuckled. “No, but I would’ve given you something for all that fighting if I had the time,” she admitted, carefully drawing out her sword as she kept approaching. “Too bad that’s not going to happen.”
Gregory fired a warning shot, but Vanessa blocked it with her blade. The laser ricocheted onto the floor as their chase began. She swung her sword towards the back of his shirt, but he ducked as he started his run to one end of the hall. He shot another “bullet” but she deflected it again. Thinking quick, she dashed to the opposite side and cut his escape short. With one strike, she knocked the blaster out of his hand. “Didn’t think I’d remember Chase B, did you?” she smirked as she put away her sword.
Gregory stopped before his blaster. “How do you know about Chase B?” he asked with a sneer. “That’s a routine only Vanny and I know!”
Vanessa scoffed as she ruffled the confused boy’s hair. “What do you get when you mix ‘Vanessa’ and ‘bunny’?” she inquired as she scooped up his weapon into her hand. “C’mon, kid, you’re smart enough to fight off three robots and a knight all by yourself! You should know this.”
Gregory frowned in thought. His eyes drifted from one checkered tile to another. His expression changed from frustration to horror. He shook his head in dismay as he looked back up at his much older rival.
Vanessa simply nodded. “It’s amazing how much a voice-changing mask and a decent acting job can change about a person,” she mused as she twirled the toy gun in her right hand. “One minute, you’re a ‘knight’ protecting a Renaissance Faire built in a huge mall. The next, you’re a fun-loving ‘rabbit’ who has to keep the mask on just to not break any illusions. Guess it worked a little too well with you.” Any smile she maintained faded as the boy processed her words. “Sorry about that, by the way,” she resumed somberly, lowering herself down to his eye level. “I was going to hint at it earlier, but this whole Agonia deal’s thrown everything off.”
Gregory stayed quiet. He sat down on the tile floor, rubbing his forehead with the palm of his hand. “So... You’re ‘Vanny’,” he said slowly, his teeth slightly gritting.
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“The same Vanny who I’m pretty sure was also here during the construction of this place.”
“Different costume, but you’re right.”
Gregory rolled up his sleeve, showing off both watches. “Then I think this one belongs to you,” he concluded, taking off the black and purple watch and holding it out to the knight. “I found this in Lost and Found a while ago, but I never found out who had it first.”
Vanessa gently put it into her hands. She pressed a button on its side, watching as an older interface light up the device’s screen. “It looks familiar,” she noted, slightly tilting her head. “But I think.. I shared it with someone. We had this daily trade-off for...” Her voice trailed as her right hand twitched. “Reasons I don’t want to remember right now,” she admitted with a bereft tone.
Gregory adjusted to sit beside her. He craned his neck to see the screen. “Do you know who the other one is?” he questioned curiously.
Vanessa’s nose scrunched. “Not really,” she answered as her scrolling finally stopped. “I just left it at the Lost and Found for the other person to pick up. This feed isn’t helping either. All I am seeing is that this person went by ‘46’ in these audio logs.”
“Audio logs?” Gregory repeated, his eyes lighting up. “Maybe I could—“
The two golden doors swung open. Vanessa swiftly jumped up and tossed the watch back to Gregory. She lightly kicked him in the leg, then grabbed his arm as if to “restrain” him.
Her reactions became more reasonable as Judge Glitch entered into the hall with the rest of the knights. “Good work, Vanessa,” he congratulated. “Now, arrest him.”
Vanessa stared at the boy with a stern glare. Gregory, meanwhile, returned with a frown.. For a second. This quickly changed into a shut of the eyes and a silent prayer. The only words that became audible were “Sanctuary, please... Sanctuary..”
“I’m sorry, Your Honor,” Vanessa added as soon as these words drifted into silence. “He’s just pleaded sanctuary. And, if I’m not mistaken, he already did that six hours ago.”
Glitch rolled his eyes, but only shot back a look of tired annoyance. “Then go with the rest and report this to the front desk,” he growled darkly, advancing towards the pair. “In the meantime, I have something to discuss with this.. ‘prisoner’.”
“Yes, sir,” Vanessa answered simply, giving one last look at Gregory before following her fellow troop members. They left altogether, abandoning the boy to the rabbit.
Judge Glitch walked towards Gregory, then circled him slowly. “Tell me, little rascal,” he began snidely, stopping right behind. “How did you come to your conclusion about this whole ‘puppet’ ordeal, if I am completing your little speech correctly?”
Gregory said nothing.
“Am I to understand that these watches were your main piece of evidence?” Glitch pressed, reaching over and grabbing the black-and-purple device. He inspected it as Gregory clamored and fought against the strong grasp on his arm. “Interesting,” the rabbit mused to himself. “Seems like you actually have a case forming here. Not that it much matters, since you’ve got so much wracked up against you as well. You have quite the infamous reputation proceeding you, young man.”
Gregory stomped on the judge’s foot, only resulting in his foot phasing through. A grimace on the rabbit’s face, however, did mean that pain still coursed through. “You don’t know me,” Gregory huffed, shooting a glare.
“You’re right,” Glitch answered, grinning darkly. “We’ve never properly met before today. Perhaps now is the time to fix that.”
Before both could finish, the orange watch buzzed to life. “Gregory, Vanessa has told me that you have claimed sanctuary after all!” an elated voice cried out, replacing the tension with mutual confusion. “This is wonderful! Now you can stay safe until everything is cleared up!”
Glitch removed his hand from the boy’s arm. “Only for a week, Fredrick,” he sneered coldly, walking away. “And you will not be able to visit him until the week is up, if he is found innocent. Remember this.”
“My apologies, Your Honor,” Freddy’s voice said gently. “I will try to remember.”
“As will I, Freddy,” Glitch murmured as he opened a side door. “Turn off your side of the watch and let the boy get acquainted with his ‘prison’.” As if to emphasize his point, he shut off the other watch and tossed it to the boy. Then, without a single word, he left the room.
Now alone with his two devices, Gregory stood as the orange watch’s interface flickered from a live sound feed to a collection of audio logs much like the other. He sighed deeply as he switched from one watch to the other. “I guess I can listen to these while I wait,” he figured in his thoughts, flicking through the other’s logs until 46’s first appearance caught his eye.
The next few minutes Gregory spent composed of listening to these tapes and taking mental notes about 46. 46 seemed to be quiet at first, only recording dialogue and other things around him. The nature of these sounds, however, gave a sense of urgency. There were hurried whispers from voices Gregory knew in an instant. His intrigue perked up even more when the cathedral bells clanged through the speakers as one of those voices called for Sanctuary. The doors opened immediately. “Is anyone hurt?” an elderly man asked, being one of the only clear-sounding people on this tape.
A sharp shush, followed by an unintelligible rapid-fire of information was the answer.
Organ music softly played from the tiny speakers, now echoing throughout the castle. Gregory’s eyes widened. “Wait,” he said to himself. “Why does that sound familiar?”
The music kept on as the atmosphere seemed to calm down. “It wasn’t your fault,” one of the familiar friends reassured a nearby 46. “It was his, remember? He made you do this through that stupid—“
A very faint voice cut in, attempting to sing along with the music. Gregory would have chimed in, but the sheer alarm running through his veins kept him quiet. He stayed silent as an unseen choir sang out a prayer for the outcasts, much like 46 himself— Or herself, given how light and soft the voice was.
Considering the memories this entire performance-turned-fitting plea gave, however, he was not convinced that 46 was a girl. In fact, he almost sounded like...
Gregory shook his head in frustration. “My experience was just a weird nightmare,” he muttered as he shut off the device post-song. “46’s had to have been real. It’s all just one big coincidence.”
At least, he hoped that was the case.
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Hate Needing You
Also another from my Wattapad.
Song: Another Life by Motionless In White
TW: Angst ig? But comfort at the end :)
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~If I can let you go, will darkness divide?~
2 Weeks. That’s all I had left here in the Devildom. Who would’ve known that I would create myself a home here. I created bonds with Diavolo and all the brothers. Especially Lucifer.
We had been together for the past 3 months. I was madly in love with the Avatar Of Pride. Everything was amazing. 
But I was leaving. And I didn’t know when I was going to come back, if ever.
~For the fiction of love is the truth of our lies.~
Diavolo planned a farewell party for all of the exchange students. Barbatos had decorated the castle so beautifully, it was breathtaking. 
Lucifer had gone shopping with me, ignoring me when I told him it was fine. I wanted time alone, to think about everything. I loved him with everything in me. But how would our relationship handle me leaving and the possibility of me never coming back?
“Darling, are you okay? You seem like you have something on your mind.” Lucifer asked softly while brushing my hair behind my ear. He was always so soft with me.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I quickly replied back, not wanting him to linger on the subject. 
~We were playing for keeps, but we both knew the cost. Now the only way out’s in your heart shaped box.~
He helped me pick out a beautiful long dress, that was black with red lace at the bottom. Perfect to match his favorite tux and coat. 
“You look divine, my love. I’ve never seen such beauty in all three realms.” He lovingly said, planting a kiss on my forehead. I gave him a sad smile in return.
~But I hate that it seems you were never enough.~
“Has Melissa mentioned anything bothering her lately?” Lucifer asked his brothers, mainly at Belphie. He knew that he was my best friend and I talked to him about everything. Even when he was sleeping.
“I mean, other than the fact that she’s upset about leaving, no not really.” Satan replied. Lucifer looked at Belphie, who was now looking around nervously.
~We were broken and bleeding, but never gave up.~
“Tell me exactly what she said.�� Lucifer demanded. Belphie scratched the back of his head.
“Look, I was asleep when she told me all of this, so I could be wrong! I was sleeping, Luc! I don’t know exactly what she said.” Belphie tried explaining. But Lucifer held his ground and demanded to know.
Belphie then continued to tell him my fears. That I would never come back and our relationship couldn’t handle it, and that he would find someone better to make him happy.
~And I hate that I made you the enemy. And I hate that your heart was the casualty.~
Lucifer walked me home from RAD one afternoon, deciding to finally confront me with what Belphie had told him.
“Why would you ever think our relationship couldn’t handle it? You know as well as I do that-” 
“Lucifer, we both know there is a chance I’d never be able to come back. Even if I could, it would only be for short visits.” Tears started in the corner of my eyes. 
He tried putting his hand on my cheek, but I pushed his hand away.
“You’ll forget about me, and find someone who makes you happy and who is worthy of you.” I started crying, walking away from him.
~Now, I hate that I need you.~
As I lay in my bed sobbing, I heard a knock on my door.
*Knock...Knock...Knock…*
It was Lucifer, only he knocked like that.
“Not now Lucifer.. Please.” I choked out. I couldn’t see him right now. It would only make everything worse.
“My love, please open the door and talk to me.” He gently said. I stood at the door waiting for him to leave, but he didn’t.
“I-I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to c-continue our r-relationship anymore…” I again choked out. There was a deafening silence.
Then all I heard was Lucifer’s shoes hitting the hardwood floor as he walked away.
~As we rest here alone like notes on a page, The finest to compose could not play our pain.~
Two days before the party, and I’ve barely spoken to the brothers. I tried keeping my distance to make leaving hurt less. But all it did was make everything harder.
I knew they all understood I was upset about leaving, but it hurt them that I refused to spend time with any of them.
“Melissa, Please talk to me. I’m supposed to be your best friend! You haven’t talked to me in days…” Belphie said sadly. He looked upset, but I was too. He got to stay here, with everyone, while I had to go back to the lonely, boring life I lead in the human realm. 
He pulled me into a tight hug, and I started sobbing uncontrollably. 
“I love him so much, Belphie. I don’t want to leave him!” I yelled sobbing. 
He ran one of his hands through my hair, and the other holding my back, keeping me from collapsing.
“I know, Melissa…. I know….”
~With a candle through time, I could still see your ghost. But I can’t close my eyes for it.~
We all went out for dinner the night before the ball at Hell’s Kitchen. It was really nice to have everyone together.
But, I’d be lying if I said it didn’t hurt that Lucifer wasn’t there. Asmo said that he had some important paperwork to do, but I knew he just didn’t wanna be around me.
After dinner, we went back to the house. 
I went to Lucifers’ room to see if he was in there. I could hear sniffles coming from his room. I tried to bring myself to knock on his door and tell him how much I love him… But I knew that I couldn’t do that to him.
I fell to the floor, crying alongside him. 
~For it is there where you haunt me most. Where you haunt me most.~
It’s the day of the ball. Asmo helped me get ready. I wore the dress that Lucifer helped me pick out. 
“Are you sure he doesn’t hate me now?” I shyly asked. Asmo laughed and shook his head.
“Darling, he could never hate you. I’m sure he understands why you did what you did. And I’m glad that after some thought, you decided to be with him!~” Asmo giggled.
“I just really hope he still wants to be with me…” I sighed and looked down at my feet. What if he didn’t want to be with me anymore? What if he took my advice and found someone better?
~I hate that it seems you were never enough. We were broken and bleeding, but never gave up.~
As we entered the castle, Asmo stayed close until we could find Lucifer. 
Once we spotted him, we saw him chatting with Lord Diavolo. It looked like they were having an intense conversation, so I didn’t want to interrupt. 
“Let’s go get a drink, darling. Some liquid courage, as you humans call it.~” Asmo chuckled, taking my hand and leading me towards the drink table. 
I was so nervous, and drinking honestly wasn’t helping.
I downed at least 6 shots, before Asmo spoke up.
“Melissa! You should slow down! Before you know it Lucifer won’t even be able to understand what you’re saying.” We both laughed.
He pulled me into a hug. Once he let go, we noticed that Lucifer was coming our way. He waved goodbye, and gave me a thumbs up while smirking. Cheeky bastard.
~And I hope that I stain through your memory. As we echo through time in the melody. Now I hate that I need you.~
“Melissa….” Lucifer said, as he grabbed my hand and kissed it.
“You look stunning. Absolutely gorgeous in that dress. We match perfectly, if I do say so myself.” I giggled at his comment. He always knows how to make me smile, even when I’m feeling down.
“I was hoping you’d like it. I wanted to talk to you, if that’s okay?” I asked. He quickly nodded his head.
“Let’s go somewhere more private. I have something I need to speak with you about as well.”
I felt so nervous, was he going to tell me that he was over me? Or was he going to tell me the same thing I wanted to tell him?
~And I hear you now, when you said it hurt. But it had to fall, fall apart to work. As I see you now, in what’s left of me, is it too late to plead insanity?~
He guided me by my hand through the crowd of people in the castle. We got past everyone and entered an empty hallway.
“Lucifer… I just wanted to say-” 
“Not yet, love. I want to talk without being interrupted.” He cut me off. He sounded serious, so I started becoming more and more nervous. 
We reached a private room, and stepped inside. The room was covered in roses, and flower pedals. It was breathtaking. 
“L-Lucifer… This room….” I stuttered. I started looking around the room.
Lucifer gently grabbed my face and turned me towards him.
~Cause I hate that it seems you were never enough. Yeah, we’re broken and bleeding in the name of love. And I hope that we meet in another life. I hope that we meet in another life.~
Tears started to fall down my face. Lucifer gently wiped them away and pulled me closer to him.
“I never wanted to leave you, Lucifer. I love you with everything in me. I just didn’t know if I would ever be able to come back. I figured you would be more happy with someone else other than waiting for me.” I cried. 
I buried my face into Lucifers’ chest. He rubbed circles on my back, trying to soothe me. 
“Well, that is what I wanted to talk to you about.” He said. I quickly looked up and him, mentally preparing myself to hear him say he didn’t want to be with me anymore. 
“I-I already know what you’re going to say… There’s no reason to say it…” I mumbled to him. He giggled a bit and rested his forehead on mine.
“Oh? Then please, enlighten me.” 
~I don’t hate that I need you.~
“I know you don’t want to be with me anymore.” I replied as I continued to cry.
“Melissa-”
“Lucifer, just let me finish. I know this. I wanted to talk to you because… Well….” I trailed off for a minute, staring out the window looking at the night sky.
“I wanted to tell you that I didn’t want us to end. I love you more than I love myself or anyone I’ve ever known. You’re my person. Mine. I never wanted to let you go. I just figured that would be best.”
~I don’t hate that I need you.~
“I understand completely that if you don’t feel the same. I know I hurt you, fuck, I hurt myself. I was scared. I don’t know what to do… I leave tomorrow morning… I don’t want to leave you.”
Lucifer gave me a slight smile, then pulled me close once again. He gently kissed my forehead.
“Then don’t. Don’t leave. Stay here with me.” He said, cupping my face in his hands. 
I stared at him confused. “What do you mean? I can’t stay!” I cried.
He only pulled me closer and laughed.
“What do you think Diavolo and I were discussing earlier?” He asked.
“I don’t know, I figured it was important.” I replied.
He wiped my tears away and kissed my cheek.
“I was talking to him about the final paperwork to have you transferred to the Devildom permanently.” He looked me in the eyes and smiled.
“I grabbed his collar and hugged him tightly. “Why do you think I wasn’t able to join you and my brothers for dinner? I was finishing paperwork for you.”
“A-Are you serious???!!!” I yelled excited. 
“Very, my love.” He whispered.
We were now face to face, lips barely apart.
“I love you, my heart.” He whispered.
“I love you too, Luci.” I replied. 
We both closed the gap for a passionate kiss. We pulled away, and just sat in bliss, enjoying being together again.
“Darling?” Lucifer asked.
“Yeah?” I replied, looking up at him with curiosity.
“I don’t hate that I need you.” I pulled him in for another kiss.
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defxserpentine · 1 year
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Evermore.
Pairing: Morpheus (Dream of the Endless)/OC Female
Reader Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 2.83k
Update Frequency: Fortnightly (flexible), could be late or early. I’ll try to stick to schedule. No promises.
Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Slow Burn, Adventure
Warnings: Death, Sickness, Pain.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Sandman story or its characters. I do however, lay claim to my OC Juniper Scurlock and this Fan Fiction.
A/N: I’m trying to keep the chapters between 2-3k now. Thanks to everyone who’s read my fic and left kind words so far. 🥰
Masterlist | Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 5 (Coming Soon)
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Chapter 4
A Bitter Farewell
I rushed upstairs after Morpheus. He was so fast, I almost lost sight of him. My leg was aching by the time we arrived at Rachel’s door. I really hoped I’d finally get some time to rest soon, I didn’t know how much more of this I could take before exhaustion finally crept up on me.
Morpheus stopped before the door. Turning back to me, hurriedly, he said, “I no longer possess my former power. Your assistance here may be of value.”
I hadn’t expected him to so openly discuss his weakness. It was nice to see that he could be honest with me about his current predicament.
“Whatever you need me to do, just ask and I’ll try my best to help.” I said sincerely.
“June,” he spoke softly then paused, his eyes turned sharp as he said “It could be dangerous.”
“Johanna is my friend. I’d go to hell and back for her.” I spoke firmly.
“Very well.” Morpheus concluded. I caught a glimpse of a slight smile as he turned back to enter the room. I followed in his stead.
Initially nothing seemed off about the apartment as far as my eyes could tell. However, I couldn’t shake this awful feeling that something wasn’t quite right.
Morpheus and I had made it into the centre of the residence. He stood there in the middle of the room, focused.
“What are you doing? Where’s Johanna?” I questioned him, growing anxious.
“I am breaking through the illusion.” he provided. “This is not the real apartment of Rachel Moodie but, an illusion created by the sand.”
I waited by his side until he spoke, “Constantine. Wake Up.”
Suddenly the room turned dark and Johanna appeared before us. She’d been obscured by the sand.
She turned to Morpheus in a lingering daze and asked “What did you do to me?”
“It was the sand.” he explained. I rushed to her side.
“Johanna, are you alright? You’re not hurt or anything?” I asked in worry, scanning her for injury.
“Never-mind that. Where’s Rachel?” she said dismissively. She appeared alright for now so, I let it go.
Morpheus’s expression was grim, he provided no response. Johanna turned then and walked further into the apartment. I followed, not bothering to wait for Morpheus.
“Rachel?” she called, “Rach?”
My gut was beginning to fill with dread as she softly pushed open the door to what I assumed was the main bedroom.
“Jo?” came a weak voice from inside. “Jo? Is that you?”
The door was open now and the sight before us was sickening. Rachel was lying in her bed and looked as if the life had been sucked from her. Suppressing a gasp with my hand to my mouth, I followed Johanna inside.
“That's such a wonderful dream.” Rachel groaned out. It was hard to watch.
Johanna moved to one side of the bed and Morpheus and I to the other. I stared at the pouch of sand, it was hard to believe such a small item could cause such suffering.
Johanna asked, “What's happened to her?” but, her voice sounded muffled. The longer I stared at the pouch the more I felt like I was drifting away. I watched on at their exchange, frozen in a sort of daze.
“It was not meant for humans.” Morpheus said softly as he reached forward to take the sand from Rachel.
I don’t know what possessed me in that moment but, I lunged for it first and tore the pouch from her hands. It felt like the same strange instinct that had pushed me to break into the Burgess Manor. Only, it was much stronger now.
I could hear Rachel’s crying but, I ignored her, held the sand up before me and opened it.
“June.” came Morpheus’s single word of warning. I froze at the sound of his voice.
“What is she doing?” Johanna hissed.
‘“ do not know.” Morpheus admitted. Johanna moved forward to stop me. ‘No. Something appears to have possessed her.’
“I’m an exorcist. It’s my job to deal with these kind of things.” Johanna stated.
I was trying my hardest to resist the urge to pour the sand. It was excruciating. Tears welled up in my eyes.
“I can’t stop it.” I cried. “Morpheus, help me, please.”
His eyes widened and he stepped forward to try to stop me from pouring the sand by force. But, he was too late, the sand had fallen. It rose up in a whirlwind around me and that’s when the pain began. It was the worst I’d ever felt, like lightning had struck my skull and fractured into my mind.
I feel to my knees and wailed like a banshee, head in my hands. I could barely believe the piecing sound was coming from me. I looked up through tear filled eyes and could see Morpheus through the wall of sand. He was frantically trying to break the barrier with what little power he had.
It’s then that I was bombarded by visions; I saw a gate made from the desecrated bodies of human beings, a fair haired figure with formidable webbed wings, a helmet made from strange bones and lastly, I saw Morpheus. He was lying on the ground. It looked like he was dying.
I was torn away from the vision harshly and found myself back in the apartment. I’d dropped the pouch to the floor, it was closed again.
I looked up slowly, still on the ground, at Morpheus who had crouched before me. He cautiously reached forward and grabbed the sand. I didn’t try to stop him, I could barely even muster the energy to speak.
“I’m sorry.” I strained out. My entire body felt like lead. I looked into Morpheus’s eyes and was shocked to see so much fear there. It wasn’t a look given to someone you’d only known for a day. I placed that tidbit of information in the back of my mind to revisit later when I didn’t feel on the verge of collapse.
Luckily I was leaning back against a wardrobe otherwise, I surely wouldn’t have been able to support myself. My body felt utterly spent but, surprisingly my mind felt more awake than it ever had.
“What in the bloody hell was that?” Johanna asked, now at my other side.
“She will be alright. We should go.” Morpheus said, reaching for me.
“What?” Johanna asked in surprise, rising to return to Rachel. “What? We can't go yet. What about Rachel? We can't leave her like this.”
I shared Johanna’s sentiment and was a little shocked that Morpheus’s first thought was to just leave her here. I gave him a disapproving look and he sighed, rising to stand.
“We can't help her. The sand was the only thing keeping her alive.” he explained. His tone was somber and I knew then that there was no hope left to save Rachel.
“You have to do something. If it wasn't for your sand, she wouldn't be like this.” Johanna pleaded.
“I'm not the one who left her with it.” Morpheus countered. He was beginning to piss me off in his refusal to take on even a ounce of responsibility for the harm caused by his sand.
“What is wrong with you?” Johanna spat, moving to stand before Morpheus, “You want your sand back so that you can save all of humanity, well, here she is!…But we're all just Roderick Burgess to you. All you care about is your sand. Your power…What is the point of you?…Well, you got your sand back. Why are you still here if you won't help?”
Morpheus looked bothered by what she’d said. I don’t think he expected a human to call him out or pose such heavy questions to him. If I’d been in Johanna’s position I’d have surely done the same. I would have to talk to him later about the way he chose to go about this whole situation.
“Take June with you and wait outside.” he said after a moment of consideration. Johanna looked to me and nodded, then sat by Rachel’s side on the bed.
“Rach...” she said softly, cradling Rachel’s head in her palm.
“I'm sorry, Jo. I'm so sorry.” Rachel said, her voice barely a whisper.
“It's my fault. All of it. Should never have left it with you…should never have left.” Johanna spoke to her sincerely.
“Well, you came back, though. Didn't you?” said Rachel in response. Johanna rose abruptly at her last words and approached me. She must’ve reached her limit.
“Come on, June.” she said in a restrained voice, lifting me up to wrap my arm around her shoulders and hers around my waist. I’d regained some strength by then and could at least manage a hobble. “Let’s get you out of here.”
I gave Morpheus one last look and exited the room with Johanna’s assistance. She didn’t speak until we’d made it outside.
“I’m sorry, June.” she began. “If the sand hadn’t left my possession none of this would have happened to you or…to Rachel.”
She let me down to rest on a ledge as she stood in an archway, looking out at the deluge. It was easier to talk now, the pain was leaving me, albeit slowly.
“Please, Jo. Don’t say that.” I said. “There’s no way you could have predicted any of this would happen. It’s not your fault.”
“But, it is though.” she deflected.
“Johanna. If anything it’s Rodrick Burgess’s fault that any of this even happened in the first place.” I said trying to reason with her, in an attempt to make her feel better.
“Fuck’s sake, June.” she snapped. “For once just let me be a shitty person. Doesn’t matter that Rodrick fucking Burgess started all of this. If I hadn’t bought the pouch none of this-“ she stopped, unable to continue.
Leaning back against the arch, she closed her eyes for a few seconds and said, “I knew that pouch could be dangerous but, I left it with her anyway. All because I was too much of a coward to tell her the truth about myself. So, I fled and now I have to live with the consequences.”
I didn’t press her further as I knew she wouldn’t budge. Morpheus appeared then and joined us in the archway.
He approached Johanna and spoke, “She died in peace. In her sleep.”
“I’ll let her dad know.” she said, looking into the distance. After a pause she continued with a bittersweet smile. “You know, she was actually a good person. There are a few of them out there, you know. They're not all like me and Roderick Burgess.”
She looked to me as she said this and gave me a wink.
“You are not Roderick Burgess.” Morpheus spoke. Johanna then reached into her coat and pulled out a piece of parchment. She walked over to where I sat.
“Now, June,” Johanna began, “I was gonna tweak the amulet myself but, after your little display up there, I’m sure you won’t be needing my assistance. Besides, you’ve got this one,” she gestured to Morpheus, “to help you if anything goes wrong.”
“What?” I blurted out. “But, you’re the expert. I wouldn’t even know where to begin.”
“Don’t get all humble on me now. You’re an occult historian, June. You’ve studied this all your life. And it’s clear to me now that you’ve got some serious power.” she said in response. She did make a fair point but, what did she mean by me having power?
“I prepared this earlier on the drive here. They’re detailed instructions on the spell you need to perform on the amulet. I trust you’ll be alright.” she continued. “I’m sorry to dump this on you, I just…I need some time.”
“Oh my god, Jo. I’m so sorry.” I said in a rush. “I…after all that…please, take all the time you need. I’ll be fine.”
She pulled back and smiled at me, then turned to Morpheus, who had waited patiently until our discussion had ended, and fixed him with a stern gaze.
“Don’t let her do this alone.” she said firmly in warning. “You’re part of the reason she’s in this mess.”
He simply gave her a stoic look. I thought it was a little unfair to blame Morpheus entirely for what had happened. It was me after all who had freed him but, then again I had been compelled by an unknown force.
“Look after him, June. He needs it.” Were her closing words to me as she opened her umbrella and walked out into the storm.
“Constantine!” Morpheus called to her, she turned back. “That nightmare won't trouble you anymore.”
I watched Johanna’s figure disappear whilst clutching onto the parchment she’d left me. I just hoped she’d been right in entrusting this task to me, an amateur.
“That was…nice, what you did up there.” I said to break the silence. I was looking at the instructions Johanna had left me, trying to memorise them.
Identify your element. Gather water, earth (salt) and fire (a lit candle). You don’t need air, that’s all around you.
Draw a large pentacle and place in clockwise order, starting at the western point; water, fire, earth and ‘air’. Stand in the middle of the pentacle and reach out to your ruling element.
Identify your animal totem. Sit at the top point (representing your spirit) and reach out to your animal guide. This should be easy. Take a handful of salt, then hold out your hand and in it will form a talisman of your guide.
Draw on your element and animal guide and speak the following chant; ‘Ego ducere in potentia aqua, et sapientia anguis. Audite me Bastet. Brigid. Yemaya. Durga. Kuan Yin. Freya. deaeque divina protectio. Da mihi benedictionem tuam, et potestatem, et aegida. Ego invocare te.’
The amulet has been blessed. Erase the circle and place the amulet on your person.
The instructions seemed simple enough and I was glad they didn’t require some ancient grimoire or rare herb. I carefully folded the parchment and placed it in my coat pocket.
I looked over to Morpheus, seeing that he had yet to respond, only to find him already staring at me intently. I quickly averted my eyes and bit my lip nervously. I’d have to tell him that my visions had returned but, I was worried about what that entailed.
“So…what’s our next move?” I questioned, deciding the visions could wait. Sneaking a glance, I saw that Morpheus had looked away. I was worried he might be cross with me about what had happened but, studying him now he appeared his normal self.
“I had intended to search for my helm. However, the matter of your protection takes precedence.” he began, “Of which we shall return to the Dreaming.”
‘“ don’t know. The instructions Johanna left were pretty simple. Lucienne and I could probably figure it out.” I said, essentially rejecting his help.
Morpheus moved forward then and stood before me. His face was cast in darkness and in his eyes I saw the stars I’d glimpsed during our first encounter.
“I shall accompany you. That will be the end of it.” he said firmly. I didn’t know why he was insisting and knew I should let it go but, pushed on nonetheless.
“Dream, please. You can continue your search, I’ll be fine.” I spoke.
“Dream?” he whispered, stepping back.
I was confused, that was his name wasn’t- Oh my god. My face flushed bright red as I realised I’d slipped up and called him Morpheus out loud earlier when I had pleaded for his help. But, that couldn’t explain his reaction? He didn’t…care about me, did he? No, that couldn’t be it, he just met me! It must be something…else. Right..?
I pushed the thought away and ignored the pull in my chest. Lucienne would be in for an earful when I saw her next. Trying to hide from my embarrassment I stood up and walked to the edge of the archway.
“Well…Morpheus,” I began, using his name because I felt guilty for the way he’d reacted. He gave me a slight smile and joined me at my side. The pull was getting stronger.
“We’d better get a move on then. Don’t want to keep Lucienne waiting. So, how do we go about this? Another portal? Can we portal from here? How do portals even work?” I rambled on like a complete idiot.
“June. Calm yourself.” Morpheus spoke and just the sound of his voice was enough to soothe me. “Take my hand and I shall handle the rest.”
He held out his hand to me and I took it after a moment. I jolted as a sharp spark of electricity ignited at our touch. I looked to Morpheus quickly as the portal opened before us. He showed no reaction as he turned to me, the stars again in his eyes, and pulled me with him through the portal.
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monomorphilogical · 10 months
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Family matters
There is this unfamiliar, other side of my life that I’ve held at arms’ length for so many years, full of unfinished stories and old mannerisms I didn’t know had an origin. All this time I have laid memories in my own footsteps; easy to trace back and always shaped to fit my bootprint.
I have known the habit of family, I have lived it, but they have been made up by the pathways of genes and mannerisms stemming from my mother, not my father. My father was a singular thing, a man who carried a handful of grief-ridden stories and actions only explained by vague notions of his childhood.
My father’s family consisted of anecdotes barely remembered, wrongdoings always repeated, and a bad taste in your mouth after a phone call with them. I spoke about them to others, never much and always sparingly, but it had always felt unfamiliar and strange. After all, these were the people to look out for, the bad taste that lingered wasn’t charcoal of something burnt; it was poison. The only thing they had given me was their last name, and the only thing I had given them was a farewell.
Oh, but the family I had always associated myself with had simply been around. I didn't carry their last name, nor did we truly share the same facial features, and perhaps I had to learn their sense of humour, but they were my family. They visited, and so they knew about me as I knew about them.
No family is perfect, and so my mother's side of the family hadn't ever come close; but it was the closest thing to a family I had ever had. There were fights, some ceased to speak to each other at all, and their health seemed fickle. But it was my family nevertheless.
As I grew up into the body of a woman, so did the dynamic. Having never really acted a child, I served my family as my mother had always done; our house became a safe haven for them to rest and enjoy, and my mother and I ran around the kitchen to prepare food and drinks for everyone. These days, when it comes to my family matters, it is upon us to care for them.
Understand, I do not mind this, I enjoy caring for people and having the privilege to do so for my family warms my heart. But some days, there is a child-like version of me still alive, and she wants child-like attention, she wants to be cared for. I've known her for a while now, this child, and I know she's depraved of it. She wants something we cannot have, unobtainable and unrealistic, but she's so hungry for scraps that she'll take what she can get.
On those days it takes a wooden stick to beat the whining cries out of my chest.
So it's always been, and so I have learned to lay my memories down in my own graves dug. Like a two-headed deer have I taken care of that part of me, taking and giving simultaneously. Perhaps once or twice have I looked further than what was given to me, but as said before; my father's side of the family has never given me a thing, and so it was a futile matter.
This unfamiliar side, of which I had only known the cruel details and gruesome truths for as long as I can remember; weren’t stories of my own. All that I had felt for them was a blinding rage, fuelled by injustice, but all this anger was to make up for their traces onto my father, the scars they'd left were never on me; they lived on his skin. As for me, I didn't ever know them, and up until now had I never cared for that fact.
But as always, it's is exactly when you cease to care about a stagnant situation, will something change the course of it entirely. The change in my family matters came in the form of my uncle, he had always been something of a myth to me, supposedly he lived quite nearby, but you'd never see the man at any function. With good reason, I figured as a child.
My uncle: a man who up until now lived solely in fleeting conversations and fog-obstructed memories like snapshots from a broken camera. I hardly remembered him. He was the one to have taught me how to swim; he used to have a large dog that would pull on its leash so hard it nearly sent me flying that one time we walked it through the woods; he never spoke much; he had a Christmas tree so big it folded against the ceiling.
My uncle, who I never truly knew, had suddenly walked into my living room, proclaimed me to be his favourite and hugged me in the span of a few seconds. It had shaken reality as I known it to be, as if I lived in a snow globe.
The more you learn, the less you know, and that proved to be true once my uncle told stories I had never heard before, spoke and moved in a way that reminded me terribly of my father, and showed the character of a complicated, but good man. He was a part of a wretched family, as my father were, as I am by extension, and yet there it was right in front of me: a connection that only exists through blood, yet it didn’t leave a bad taste in my mouth.
It might be one of those days, but something aches within me to ask questions upon questions, find out more about this man that used to love me as a child, yet feels so removed from me now. I can see it in his eyes, somewhere there hides this familiar curiosity, but there's unfamiliar surprise too; like he just cannot believe the years that have passed. Hesitant as I may be, new questions come to mind continuously.
Where does one start? Do I pull away the right hand that has kept this distance all my life? Or do I grasp onto his with my left?
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