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dovesintherain · 10 months

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shades of her

word count: 1.5k

warnings: fluff, kissing, the ocean

an: hi :) so i accidentally deleted my other account so im reposting everything on this new one, bare with me please ! im very sorry for the confusion and inconvenience !

blue was never a cold colour to you.

Retrouve-moi dans le jardin à minuit.

You read the note over and over again, a smile growing on your face. You were getting ready for bed when you heard the soft scrapping of paper sliding under your door. You stood from your bed and picked up the note curiously, unfolding it gently. Immediately you knew the messenger, Alma. The french was a dead giveaway but it was the perfect cursive writing that had your heart fluttering in your chest.

The sound of the children's bedroom doors closing echoed through the old house. That meant it was ten o’clock. You tucked the note away, changed back into your daily clothes and waited. The following two hours were the longest of your life. Your mind raced with thoughts on what the note could mean, what she wanted. You were pulled from your anxious thoughts when you saw the time. You carefully crept down the stairs and made your way to the back door, opening it quietly.

You held your breath when you saw her waiting. The moonlight illuminated her and you were pulled in helplessly like a moth to a flame. Her eyes were soft and her hand extended in a silent invitation. You took it willingly. Despite the many shades of blue that made up the beautiful woman in front of you, she was always warm.

The warmth that radiated from her hand travelled to your cheeks and you smiled. In a haze, you allowed her to lead you through the quiet trees and back gate. You continued down a cobblestone path, the stairs overgrown with moss and delicate wildflowers. Erie shapes were cast across the ground. The moon's soft rays created shadow puppets with the foliage from the trees above you. The sure grip of Alma's hand soothed the unrest in your belly. You always felt safe with her.

It was rare that you had time alone together due to the children pulling you both every which way. Now that you were free of distractions the courage you normally carried was lost to the wind, words dying in your throat as you walked. You never had an opportunity to leave the house long enough to bathe in the deep blue water of the sea nearby and it was something that nagged at you. Though you weren't too fussed about it as you were just as content to stay and help Alma with the household duties and the children. However, it was something you mentioned to Emma when she caught you looking longingly at the water from a window upstairs. A week passed since you had told her and you were now walking hand in hand with Alma as she led you down to the sand in the middle of the night. You were going to speak with Emma later.

You felt your foot sink as you stepped onto the sand. The air was salty and the breeze was cool.

Alma had enough courage to speak first, “I can see why you longed to be here, it's quite beautiful.”

You were drawn to the water like a magnet. Each time the waves pulled back into the sea, it felt as though the ocean wanted to pull you with it. You gazed at the water longingly. “Emma told you?” You asked softly, your hand still in hers.

“She did. But I had noticed it before she had said anything.” Alma explained as she admired the view in front of you both. The black midnight sky was reflected in the water, turning the shades blue into a sea of ink. The moon glowed over the horizon and illuminated the tops of the calm waves as they crested.

“It’s a happy place of sorts.” You said as you kept your eyes forwards. You could see out of your peripheral that Alma had turned to look at you, studying you for a moment. You let your eyes close. The sound of the water was almost loud enough to drown out the sound of your heart pounding in your chest as you felt her squeeze your hand. Almost.

“Are you ready?” She asked gently, the anticipation in her tone not lost on you. You nodded your head and turned to her with a grateful smile. As the two of you undressed you fought the urge to stare, failing miserably. You were thankful that Alma had chosen a midnight swim instead of one at sunrise. The darkness providing a cover to the deep blush that bloomed on your cheeks. Not that it mattered, she caught you staring, a small smirk growing on her lips.

You waded into the sea first, breathing out a sigh of relief as water rose up your body with every step. The soft splashing of Alma following behind you met your ears. As the waves washed over her skin she hissed out, “it's freezing!”

Your head tilted back as you released a laugh. She laughed with you and made her way to your side. Once you were both about shoulder height in the dark water you took both of her hands in yours beneath the surface. You look at her with a challenging gaze. Her eyes widened in realisation before taking in a shaky breath. You both squeezed your eyes shut, nervous smiles adoring your faces before fully submerging yourselves, your hands holding each other tightly as you braced the icy temperature.

You resurfaced together with small gasps, goosebumps adoring your skin. You were suddenly caught off guard by the sight of Alma inches away from you, it knocked the breath from your lungs and your heart pounded louder in your chest. Her indigo hair appeared even darker when wet, a few strands sticking to her cheek. The paleness of her face, neck and shoulders shone under the light of the moon, freckles scattering her skin. It was like an inverted image of the night sky. Her nose, cheeks and lips flushed pink from the cold. You met her piercing blue gaze and all you could think about was how you could never get tired of admiring her.

Her hands came to hold your hips and pulled you in closer. “You’re staring again, darling.” Her smooth words flowed along with the current of the sea. Your eyes fitted between hers, she did the same. You could feel her hands move up to your waist and you shivered, not because of the cold. She pulled you close and you let her, willingly standing chest to chest. Your hand came out of the water and pushed the strands of hair that stuck to her cheek back behind her ear. Her gaze fell to your lips and your heartbeat picked up its pace.

You don't know who leaned in first. Her lips were salty from the ocean and you were sure yours were the same. Her cold lips moving softly against yours filled you with so much warmth you felt as though you could burn ablaze in the middle of the sea. You eventually pulled away and rested your foreheads together, her hands unmoving. You both swam back to shore, pulling your clothes over your damp frames. You tried not to show your disappointment as Almas curves were shielded from view.

The walk back to the house was quiet, though this time the nervousness was gone. It was an easy silence and you decided that words weren’t enough to describe the feelings you had anyway. As you made your way back up to the house you purposely slowed your steps, wanting to savour the evening as long as you could, sand sticking to the salty skin of your bare feet. “Thank you,” your voice soft as you met her gaze walking along the stone path. She gave you an easy smile in return, taking your hand in hers. You suddenly felt warm again.

As you reentered the back gate of the garden, you squeezed Alma's hand. She turned back to look at you with a questioning gaze. You simply pulled her in for another kiss and felt her smile against your lips. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you shared the secret kiss in the garden, in the dark, among the flowers. You pulled back and shivered as the wind danced across your wet skin. “Let’s get you inside,” she chuckled, pulling you to the back door.

You both kept quiet as you slipped into the house. The sound of water dripping echoed through the hall as salty drops fell from wet hair. Evidence of your late night excursion was present on the wood floor. Damp sandy footprints trailing behind you both as you made your way through the house. Emma watched from her bedroom door that was slightly ajar as you arrived at the top of the stairs. Alma placed a final quick peck on your flushed cheek before turning to her bedroom door, allowing you to cross the hall and retire to your room for the evening. Once your door was closed she turned and caught sight of the blonde girl. She simply held a finger to her lips playfully as if to say, not a word.

#alma peregrine #miss peregrine x reader #miss peregrine imagine #alma peregrine x reader #alma peregrine fluff #miss peregrine fluff #eva green #miss peregrines home for peculiar children

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lovebvni · 21 days

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(https://www.tumblr.com/lovebvni/747038166156034048/hi-abyss-thank-you-so-much-for-doing-a-reading)

Hi! This is me again! Gonna be sending you my thoughts on your reading since I feel it's the best way to thank you. Apologies that this is going to be long, I just have a lot to say and your reading resonated deeply with me.

Thank you so much for confirming my gut feeling I'm on the right path. It's taken me nearly 3 years at this point to adopt this mindset I have now, to find something that finally works and clicks with me and feels right. I absolutely will ground myself further into it and stay consistent. I feel that's what I need most right now, the belief and consistency into this energy and mindset I have going, and I'll see the rest unfold along the way.

The song you got for the shufflemancy and your interpretation of it is, not gonna lie, echoing VERY close to a song that's present in the OST of the video game world I'm shifting to. I'm keeping things a little more vague for personal reasons, but you taking this song you got as me "pulling my trigger" in regards to the anger and frustration I have is seriously making me internally go "!!!! just like my friend in that reality". I am so taking this as another indirect sign for me that I'm making the right decision to experience that particular reality. That said, the shufflemancy song itself does resonate with me, especially after looking into the full lyrics. I am someone who tries to keep my anger down and under control as I was never allowed to express it growing up despite always wishing to express it. I do also feel very beholden to the past and I do not want my past experiences to cloud my path going forward. So, this is confirming I need to let myself feel this anger, let it out and express it for once, and move forward.

The winter note is interesting for two reasons. First reason is, winter is my favorite season and I tend to feel most like myself during those months. The winter holidays have always been my favorite and I simply love the energy in December, especially. So the December note is very much sticking out to me. The second is a little more interesting and derived a from a certain feeling I get. Generally I'm open to my exact "entry point" into the main reality I'd like to experience (the video game derived one), but I've mainly been alternating between fall and winter based off vibes and what feels right for me to focus on grounding myself into at the time. Currently I've been focusing on it being fall when I become fully aware of being there despite it not feeling 100% right, but I will also be interpenetrating this as a good suggestion I should go for it being winter instead!

Overall, I'm open to the exact timeframe I'll experience a full shift, and if it happens around December here based on your reading, I'll embrace it. That said, I have a feeling if I put genuine work and thought into my journey, consider the notes and advice you gave me, I can accomplish it much sooner. No matter what, I just have a gut feeling it WILL finally be this year so long as I stick with this mindset I have. My experiences and near full shift have proven to me this is an experience I can have. Also, I will look into chakra cleansing meditation! While I don't personally feel drawn to full on chakra work, certain meditations have served me well before and it would be good to, again, let negative things out and new energy in.

Thank you, Abyss. This means a lot to me. Take care!

OF COURSE OMG!! I LOVE U SO MUCH AND YOUVE COME SO FAR!!! YOURE GONNA REACH THE SHIFT N UR GONNA DO IT!!

PERSIST PERSIST PERSIST!! ITS GONNA HAPPEN!! IM SO EXCITED!!

#abyss .reviews #reality shifting #shiftblr #shifting #reality shift #desired reality #shifting community #black shifters #shifting motivation #shifting realities

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wishful-seeker · 9 months

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Visions i see while scrying and what they mean in my practice

Scrying is a very personal divination method that uses clairvoyance and visions to predict the future. Black mirror Scrying uses a black mirror to see visions by staring softly into the black void.

In my previous post about scrying i explained that there is no correspondence book or rules that tell you what visions mean, and you have to come up with your own meanings to the visions. This creates a very personal divination method thats specifically tailored to the user, similar to bone throwing or charm casting.

Id like to share what my divination looks like for me, and what certain visions mean in my practice, just for funsies.

1. A clear starry night sky with a treeline

This first one is the most interesting because i see it every single session, and its actually the background for all my other visions. Everything i see is up against this beautiful twinkling sky, almost as if my brain has created a specific mental space dedicated to seeing visions.

This clear starry night sky symbolizes dreams and hopes coming true, happiness, good fortune, relaxation, and achieving goals. In yes or no readings this is definitely a "yes, don't even worry about it" or a positive answer. The gif up top is similar to what i see. I actually painted it on a pumpkin last year:

That brings number 2

2. The milkway

This represents having no limits to what i can achieve.

3. A tear

Sometimes the milkway is paired with a tear, or a rip, or it starts as a rip in time then turns into a milkyway. The tear represents forcibly breaking boundaries or barriers, in a positive light it means im not letting anything prevent me from achieving my goals.

4. A star

Now yes, i see stars in the starry night sky, but occasionally ill get a really bright flash in one star, this tells me i should consider the star by itself. The meaning i use is the same as the star tarot card: hope, rebuilding after destruction, keep moving forward, keep fighting, good things are coming, the fight is almost over. I saw this every time i asked about my health before being diagnosed and my long fight of undiagnosed pain ending. Right before being diagnosed i kept seeing the sun, or sunrays.

5. The sun

Also like tarot, symbolizes victory, Happiness, joy, and celebration.

6. The letter V

To me this means "hang in there" and if you're hanging by a thread just hold on a little longer.

7. The letter X

First time i saw it was right before being diagnosed. To me it represents the unkown, the ending of something, lower self, 'x marks the spot', associated with death and rebirth, change, and transition and "crossing of a threshold". I associate with big change, finding the answer or "treasure" and also other dimensions.

8. A seed

To me a seed represents potential, trust, hope, nourishment, cycles, time, and provision. It says "relax, you can't grow a garden in a day" and "trust the process"

9. Moss

Moss is something i see a lot when scrying with ketamine hallucinations and to me it means humility, transience and imperfection. Knowing there is beauty in imperfection.

10. Wings (feathery)

This always represents freedom to me.

11. Gentle rain

To me this represents the peace you feel once you've won a battle. Growth and rebirth, change, and signals the start of a new season that connected to happiness.

12. An archway

Represents strength, support, moving forward, new opportunities, doorway to the spirit world, new perspective, Initiation, shedding old ways, expansivness, and another path or way.

13. Shooting star

Represents wishes, achieving goals, and a push to work hard.

Thats the most common ones i see

Sometimes I'll see scenes unfold. Once i saw a woman kneeling infront of a rock in the woods praying for me, I've seen the hands of god reach out to me, eyes looking down at me, stuff like that. Pretty much everything i see has a positive undertone, i think it's because my brain knows i can get scared easily, so it only shows me things that aren't scary. Even so, every scrying session ive had has been incredibly accurate, specific, and has always been right. Its never like "uh idk what this means" like with tarot.

#Scrying #witchy #witchcraft #clairvoyance #divination

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theanimeview · 4 months

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Anime To Look Forward To – Winter 2024

It is the start of the Winter 2024 season, and, as mentioned, this month, we’re doing things missed before we take off on posting until about April. That means that TAV is missing basically all of the Winter season.

Before “leaving,” I wanted to make a few quick recommendations for those watching things this season.

In upcoming/ongoing works to consider watching this season, I (Peggy Wood, Editor of The Anime View) recommend:

Ore dake Level Up na Ken / Solo Leveling

We published a post about this one already, so I won’t explain why to watch this again here. Instead, please see our post on it: https://theanimeview.com/2023/12/23/winter-2024-must-see-dungeon-break-solo-leveling/

Tsuki ga Michibiku Isekai Douchuu 2nd Season / Tsukimichi -Moonlit Fantasy- Season 2

I watched Season 1 of this series back in 2021 and really liked it. As far as this isekai goes, it is a pretty consistently laid-back series. It is definitely the kind you can sit and enjoy without having to think about logistics constantly. It is a funny series, and the harem he builds is comedic rather than a gushing-girls story. A positive addition to the Winter 2024 lineup.

Dungeon Meshi / Delicious in Dungeon

I picked this series up after watching a video from Lines In Motion of YouTube (a channel we recommended in 2023). The video they shared made a significant impression on me, shedding light on aspects of the series that I hadn’t previously considered. As I read the manga, while it may not top my list of favorites, it’s unquestionably a series I’ve added to my watch list and one I feel comfortable recommending here. If you’re into a blend of dungeon drama interspersed with comedy and culinary adventures, this is definitely worth considering for your watch list as well!

Chiyu Mahou no Machigatta Tsukaikata / The Wrong Way to Use Healing Magic

I began reading this manga a few years back but had to drop it due to focusing on classes and other projects. The recent announcement of its upcoming anime adaptation this season got me excited. I regret not completing the training arc at the story’s outset, which was incredibly enjoyable. The protagonist is an “average” individual driven to pursue a path of greatness for the sake of helping others. I’m drawn to this series primarily for its characters rather than its plot, although the unique premise intrigued me when I first encountered it. The main character, along with two genuine friends rather than deceitful counterparts, is summoned as heroes. Each undergoes their own training, gaining immediate prestige. However, in my opinion (and seemingly in the opinions of the other two friends), our protagonist stands out as the most remarkable among the trio. Very much looking forward to seeing it this season!

Akuyaku Reijou Level 99: Watashi wa Ura-Boss desu ga Maou dewa Arimasen / Villainess Level 99: I May Be the Hidden Boss but I’m Not the Demon Lord

We published a post about the manga for this already, so I won’t explain why to watch it here. Instead, please see our post on the manga, and consider that the anime will likely be just as great!: https://theanimeview.com/2023/01/28/edit-recommended-manga-review-villainess-level-99-i-may-be-the-hidden-boss-but-im-not-the-demon-lord/

Gekai Elise / Doctor Elise: The Royal Lady with the Lamp

This is a series I wanted to recommend a while ago. It is a completed webcomic currently available on Lezhin. This series is about second chances and what it takes to earn back what you’ve lost. Our main character is granted the opportunity to relive her life, armed with the knowledge of a past existence on Earth. It’s a tale of regression, characterized by various twists and turns, yet without particularly intense or nail-biting climaxes that come to mind. The narrative primarily unfolds as a love story that ends happily, and the journey to that happy ending is well worth reading for yourself if interested. Additionally, it draws inspiration from real-life medical history, incorporating elements that, while I can’t vouch for their accuracy, resonate with clear nods to historical events—an interesting and fun aspect for those in the know.

Loop 7-kaime no Akuyaku Reijou wa, Moto Tekikoku de Jiyuu Kimama na Hanayome Seikatsu wo Mankitsu suru / 7th Time Loop: The Villainess Enjoys a Carefree Life Married to Her Worst Enemy!

This is another series I’ve been meaning to recommend for some time. It’s another regression story, but with a twist—here, the main character takes full advantage of the diverse opportunities that accompany each new lease on life. The initial chapters prompt one to think about the role of happenstance in our lives. It’s fascinating how certain events transpire solely due to being in the right place at the right time or due to a particular statement (or even the wrong one), shaping the trajectory we’re on. I found this exploration intriguing, especially with the main character’s positive outlook. They emphasize that missing one chance doesn’t preclude the possibility of finding or creating other opportunities that have just as much benefit. It really is a fun premise, and so I imagine that the anime will be just as fun to watch! Hence, my recommendation!

Saijaku Tamer wa Gomi Hiroi no Tabi wo Hajimemashita. / The Weakest Tamer Began a Journey to Pick Up Trash

If you enjoyed By the Grace of the gods, chances are you’ll find this series equally appealing. The main character faces a challenging and arduous journey, yet with the help of slimes, dedication, and a strong moral compass, it’s evident that she’ll overcome these obstacles. Based on what I’ve read, it is primarily a wholesome story. I highly recommend it to all of you!

Sousou no Frieren / Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End

We published a post about this one already, so I won’t explain why to watch this again here. Instead, please see our post on it: https://theanimeview.com/2023/09/30/write-fall-2023-season-must-see-title/

Meitantei Conan / Case Closed / Detective Conan

This is a long-running series that I love. Since I was making this post anyway, I thought I’d mention it too! If you like murder mysteries and puzzle-solving, this is a great anime to pick up.

#ANIME #RECOMMENDED WATCH #WINTER 2024

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princessmia-tarot · 8 months

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I've been waiting a long time for this reading. Thank you so so much for this wonderfully detailed and well thought out response 🙏. I'm so grateful for your kind words, and for going through and looking into alllll my points so meticulously 💛. I really appreciate it a lot and I'm so filled with gratitude for you 💖. It's also so beautiful how you've strung together the interpretation of a single card through all my points! It's wonderfully done! 🙌 Very fine craft! 💜 I'm so so happy with my reading 🥰. It's been a long, arduous journey of personal growth, but I'm finally at peace with and feeling good with how my life panned out :) I'm looking forward to a happy, serene future with my soulmate 💞. Thank you so very much for giving me hope 🕊️. I wish the very best for you 🫂

Hello love,

I'm truly touched by your heartfelt message, and I'm so glad to hear that you found the reading helpful and uplifting. Your kind words mean a lot to me, and it's been a pleasure to assist you on your journey of personal growth and self-discovery.

I'm delighted to hear that you're feeling at peace with how your life has unfolded and that you're looking forward to a happy and serene future with your soulmate. It's wonderful to see your optimism and hope shining through.

I want to express my sincere gratitude for your appreciation and for choosing me to be a part of your journey. Your positivity and gratitude are truly inspiring, and I wish you all the best on your path to happiness and fulfillment. May your future be filled with love, joy, and all the beautiful experiences you deserve.

If you ever have more questions or need guidance in the future, please don't hesitate to reach out. Sending you warm wishes and a virtual hug 🤗.

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dolcezzasfantasy · 3 years

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a good kind of fire

prompt | Character A runs a flower shop downtown. Character B is terribly allergic to flowers. ~ for @wkemeup's writing challenge for 9k

pairing | bucky barnes x reader, modern!au

word count | 2.5k (i am now emotionally invested in these characters)

warnings | bucky and reader being awkward as hell, chaotic texting, innuendoes (blink and you'll miss it)

notes | i didn't know i could still submit entries to the challenge haha, i was rlly upset i'd missed the train on it

you'll find out why this is the gif i picked when you read it 😭💀

it was a peaceful spring morning. you heard the chirping of the birds from almost every window in your apartment. sunlight was also seeping in through every window. it was a good start to the day.

today was the day you went into work late. when you had quit your job at an office as a receptionist to pursue your dream of being a florist, you thought you would be working on your own terms. while that was still true for the decorating and choosing flowers part of your job, it certainly wasn’t for the timings. if anything, the timings were more strenuous now that you had to manage shop all by yourself.

you would have to go in at 6 in the morning and leave at 10 in the night with a total time of 17 minutes free throughout for an entire year, before you realised how unhealthy it was for you. you had quickly drawn up a schedule for yourself. once a month you would come in late, and one more time that month you would leave early. it worked well for you.

you would look forward to these two days in a month: the first tuesday of the month being the one you left early and the third wednesday of the month being the one you came in late.

usually, on the days you came in late, you’d sleep in. but today, you wanted to change it up. the morning was a beautiful one, it would be a shame to spend it all inside.

you decided to go to a cafe that your friends had recommended on more than one occasion. good coffee, delicious snacks and cute baristas. you shook your head disapprovingly at how dirtily their minds worked. sometimes, you couldn’t believe you were friends with them of all the 2.6 million people in brooklyn.

you stepped out of your apartment. as you walked out, you waved to your elderly neighbours. back when you had first opened shop, they were your regulars. they’d keep buying even if they didn’t need flowers. you didn’t know where you’d be without their help.

after fifteen minutes of walking and checking the directions on your phone to see if you were going on the right path, you found it. the howling brasserie.

the moment you entered the shop, you realised your friends were right. not about the coffee or the snacks — not yet, anyway — but about the bartenders. holy shit, you thought.

there was a tall blonde man with a smile that could kill, another tall black man who you just knew was incredibly charming and a beautiful red haired woman who looked like she had a flirtatious demeanour. but one man in particular caught your attention.

he was a tall man — six feet tall, at least — with broad shoulders, messy brown hair and crystal blue eyes. you gulped. pull yourself together.

you took a seat at the table furthest away from the baristas. you did not need to come into work flushed and distracted.

you hadn’t been sitting at your table for one minute when you heard a voice above you.

��ma’am, your order?’

you looked up. oh, my god. it was the same blue eyed man. calm down. he looked even prettier up close. your eyes fell to his chest — you tried your best to stop that from happening, you really did — and you noticed how the t-shirt he was wearing was doing absolutely nothing to conceal his muscular form.

‘ma’am?’ he repeated, a small smile on his face. maybe he noticed that you were staring. he was probably used to it.

‘uh, right, sorry,’ you cleared your throat. you wanted to jump off the golden gate bridge. ‘um, what would you recommend?’ oh, my god, stop embarrassing yourself! you yelled mentally.

‘uh,’ he looked behind to the board with all the products the cafe offered, ‘are you more of a coffee or a tea person?’

‘coffee, absolutely.’

he laughed. you felt your cheeks burn. his laugh was just as pretty as him. dear lord, y/n, what the hell is wrong with you?

‘aren’t we all?’ he joked. ‘anyway, the cold coffee here is splendid. and i’m not just saying that because i work here.’

you had never really fancied iced coffee much. maybe it was time to change that. ‘oh, okay! yeah, i love iced coffee! i’ll take that.’ your voice sounded a lot higher than it normally was.

‘alright, i’ll be right back.’

he left to go behind the counter and make your coffee. sweet mother of everything that is pure, you thought as your gaze fell upon his muscular arms. you tried to push all the unwelcome thoughts in your head that followed.

you were just regaining your composure when he showed up again, this time with your coffee in his hands.

‘here ya go,’ he said, placing the cup in front of you. ‘enjoy,’ he smiled.

if you were standing, you were a hundred percent sure your knees would have buckled under you and made you fall.

you smiled back. ‘thank you.’

the moment he walked away, you picked up your phone and frantically texted your best friend, wanda.

| cUTE GUY ALERT

| what?

| i’m at that coffee shop you recommended

| howling brasserie?

| YES OMG THE BARISTA HERE IS SO CUTE IM GONNA DIE

| lmaoooo calm down bestie

| HOW

| describe him pls

| he’s like six feet tall, messy brown hair, pretty blue eyes and he is so muscular i-

| omg go for it

| r u out of ur mind

| why

| he is sO OUT of my league

| ugh you’re no fun

| :/

you downed the last of your coffee and walked up to the counter to pay for it. thanks to your luck, the cute barista was also handling the cash register.

‘hello again,’ he grinned.

‘hi, um, how much do i pay?’

‘this your first time here?’

‘yep.’

‘on the house.’

‘what?’

‘yep. don’t worry about it.’

‘that’s too kind, i can’t!’

‘you absolutely can,’ he smiled.

‘let me leave a tip at least.’

‘don’t worry about it, doll.’ the nickname, oh, my god, the nickname. ‘you can pay the next time you visit.’

‘right, of course.’ maybe you should make visiting this coffee shop your ritual. and take more breaks, like your regulars insisted.

he waved you goodbye.

as you walked to your shop, you realised you hadn’t caught his name. you had been too enamoured to check for a name tag. damn it.

the next wednesday morning, you went again. you had wanda take care of the shop. you let her take 10% of the proceeds when she was working as compensation.

when you entered the coffee shop, your gaze traveled all over the place. you couldn’t find him. maybe he had a different shift. you considered walking out, but that would be rude. so you sat down in the corner you had last time.

you saw the red haired woman walk towards your table, but when she was less than three metres away, the door swung open. it was him. he was carrying a box. his gaze landed on you, then the woman, and he rushed to drop the box.

you saw him approach the woman and tell her something. she handed him her notepad, and walked to the kitchen. he then came to your table.

‘i’ve been waiting all week for your money,’ he teased.

you laughed. ‘and you shall get it soon.’

‘the same?’

‘yep.’

his gaze lingered at you for a few more seconds before he walked back to the kitchen to grab your coffee.

that day, when you were about to leave after you paid for your coffee, just as you were about to walk away, he rushed up to you.

‘hey,’ he said, in between laboured breaths.

‘hi,’ you said. what? ‘you okay?’

‘yep. absolutely.’

‘gotta get that morning jog in, i suppose,’ you joked.

‘right,’ he laughed. ‘i just, um, for some reason, thought you should know my name.’

‘oh?’ you squealed mentally.

‘yep. it’s bucky, by the way.’

‘bucky,’ you said. ‘right, i’m y/n.’ you stretched your hand out.

‘pleasure to meet you, y/n.’ your heart skipped a beat when you heard him say your name.

‘the pleasure is all mine,’ you managed to say without stuttering.

it became a tradition for you to come every week. wanda was more than happy to let you shoot your shot. you may or may not have led her to believe you planned on asking him out soon. which you didn’t. it was a ridiculous idea.

you stopped leaving early each month to make up for the lost time. it was worth it, because soon meeting bucky had become the best part of your day, week and morning.

it was your fourth trip to the cafe when you and bucky had a full conversation.

he had just brought you your coffee, when you noticed he stood around for longer than usual.

‘i’m sorry, do i pay now?’ you asked.

‘no, no. i just, um, i have a break right about now.’

‘oh, good for you,’ you smiled.

‘yeah. would you, um, mind if i sat down here?’

‘with me?’

‘yeah.’ he ran his hands through his hair, messing it up more than it already was.

‘yeah,’ you felt your face heat up, ‘yeah, absolutely.’

‘great.’ he sat down in front of you.

you felt him look at you as you sipped your coffee. ‘do you want to talk?’

‘god, i’m sorry, i have a bit of a staring problem, or at least i’ve been told.’

you laughed. ‘it’s okay.’

‘so, um, tell me about yourself.’

‘what do you wanna know?’

‘what do you do for a living?’

‘i own a shop downtown.’

‘really?’

‘yep.’

‘what do you sell?’

‘maybe you should come find out.’

‘mysterious. i like that,’ he chuckled. ‘text me the address and i’ll stop by someday.’

‘alright.’

he stared at you for a second.

‘staring problem,’ you reminded him with a smile.

‘right, sorry,’ he laughed. ‘just, uh, how are you gonna text me?’

of course. ‘um, i don’t know.’

‘maybe i should give you my number.’

‘maybe.’

he wrote down something in a messy scrawl on his notepad, tore the page, folded it up and slid it across the table to you. checking his watch, he said, ‘as much as i hate to leave you here, my break has ended. until next week,’ he smiled.

‘until next week,’ you nodded. you unfolded the paper.

his number was there. below it, messy handwriting read, you can call me if you want too <3

you were almost completely certain you were grinning like an idiot.

he came to visit the next day. you were helping an elderly woman pick out what to get for her grandson’s wedding when your phone rang.

‘go on, take it,’ the woman told you.

‘i’m so sorry, i won’t be long.’

you headed behind your counter. it was bucky.

‘hey. isn’t there a rule for this in the bro code or something?’

‘not to my knowledge, no.’

‘the rule where you’re not supposed to call someone if it’s been less than three days?’

he laughed. ‘how do you know that?’

‘i have a few guy friends.’

‘anyone i should be worried about?’

you chuckled. ‘nope.’

‘the rule doesn’t apply to special people.’

‘you flatter me.’

‘i'm glad.’ you just knew he was flashing his thousand megawatt smile at the other end. ‘anyway, what’s your shop’s name? i’m here but i don’t know where your shop is.’

‘oh, it’s the one called blooming shield.’

‘interesting name.’

‘i came up with it when i was drunk,’ you laughed.

‘it’s still pretty good.’

you spotted him out the window of your shop. his back was turned to you.

you rushed out of your door, still on the phone with him. you tapped him on the shoulder.

‘oh, god,’ he practically yelped. you winced and cut the call immediately.

‘sorry about that.’

‘it’s alright.’ his features softened into a smile.

‘do you wanna head inside?’

‘yeah, sure.’ he had an uneasy kind of look on his face, but you brushed it off.

you took him inside.

‘so, why’d you decide to become a florist?’

‘um, i just really like flowers, i suppose. nothing too profound,’ you laughed.

‘interesting.’

‘yeah.’ you led him through the aisles.

‘hibiscus is my favourite flower,’ you told him. you saw him breathing deeper than usual, and his nose was turning slightly red.

‘hey, are you alright?’ you asked him.

‘yeah,’ he almost wheezed, ‘i’m great.’ then he sneezed. ‘oh, my god, i am so sorry.’

‘bucky, are you allergic to pollen?’ you asked him, the worry prevalent in your voice.

‘no,’ his gaze landed on the floor. ‘maybe.’

‘dear lord,’ you said as you practically dragged him out of your store. ‘why didn’t you tell me?’

‘i’m sorry.’ it sounded more like i'm sowwy.

‘bucky, i’m gonna take you to my apartment. is that okay? i have a bunch of antihistamines and decongestants there.’

he nodded.

you put your arm around him. it must have been a strange sight, to see someone of your stature almost carry a man that broad shouldered and taller than most through the streets.

when you reached the apartment, you opted for the elevator for the first time in your life.

‘bucky, why didn’t you tell me?’ you said in the elevator.

‘i didn’t want to let you down,’ you barely heard his murmur.

you took his face into your hand. ‘you would’ve been okay with me almost killing you, though?’

‘you didn’t almost kill me,’ he smiled.

‘i could’ve.’

‘maybe.’

you laughed.

when the elevator reached your floor, you pushed him out — with great struggle — and almost threw him onto the couch when you opened the door.

‘god, i am so sorry,’ you said, frantically, as you looked in your cabinets for the medicine.

‘it’s okay, i deserve it.’

you almost tripped over yourself as you ran to where he was sitting.

‘okay,’ you handed him a glass of water, one yellow pill and one white pill, ‘take these.’

he downed them quickly.

‘are you better?’

‘a little.’

‘that’s good.’

‘you really should have told me.’

‘i know, i just didn’t want to ruin it.’

‘i think you dying would’ve ruined it.’

he laughed. ‘you really are never gonna let this go, are you?

‘nope.’

‘i’m sorry i almost died on our first date.’

you looked at him with wide eyes. ‘was this?’

‘what?’

‘our first date?’

‘was it not? jesus, i misinterpreted it, argh, i’m sorry—’

‘no, i, uh, like the sound of that,’ you smiled.

‘well, now i’ve just ruined it beyond repair.’

‘maybe you can swing by for dinner and we can watch a movie afterwards,’ you suggested.

‘really?’

‘yep.’

‘that’d be great. what movie?’

you thought for a second. then, with a smile, you said, ’mean girls is good.’

‘right, i’ve heard quite a lot about that one. haven’t seen it, though.’

‘oh, my god. you haven’t seen mean girls?’

‘nope.’

‘where were you in high school?’

he laughed.

‘we have to watch this movie.’

‘alright.’ he grinned wide at you. your face was on fire. but a good kind of fire.

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featherfall-tarot · 2 years

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Blockage PAC

Hay y’all let’s get into it and see what’s blocking you from progressing in life

1. 2.

Pile 1

Hi pile one, so this message is a bit deep, I even got emotional channeling this. I got multiple message here, but for the majority of you, you’re probably male or are dealing with a father figure at the moment. For some you’re dealing with a father figure who’s maybe sick or injured or recently deceased. This was either someone you looked up to but didn’t get to too spend too much time with b/c they were busy.

For some others you may feel like life is pummeling you down. As if you don’t have a grip and it’s unraveling too quickly and uncontrollably. At this time be careful of giving away too much of your time and power. You can still donate time and/or money but do so w/ boundaries and be weary of those who won’t appreciate it.

You’re being instructed to go w/ the flow of life just as water down a river; know that life is unfolding for you not working against you. You’re approaching a new chapter in life, confide in yourself and move forward with confidence.

Sorry this pile was a little everywhere, I was so emotional doing this one, I could barely find it in me to do it.

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Pile 2

I see we have an issue w/ self image here pile 2. You are someone w/ great potential in life but you limit and shrink yourself down.

You need to change the way that you speak, think and see yourself. You have so much talent and so much to give to those around you, you just need acknowledge that and nurture those talents and/or passions. Don’t forget to nurture yourself as well, there’s never anything wrong with that.

You are a very hard worker, even though others may not think or see this to be true. Hell, even if you yourself don’t know it.

If your someone who’s dealings/ family issues, I’m sorry for you guys and it’s ok to want to look for love or a family outside of your own , that’s fine; just know if you set that intention it will come your way. Culminate love in those whom you care for and you will attract your soul family to you. But of course, always be aware of those who want to take of you. Choose positivity and passion and leave the drama behind.

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Pile 3

You guys, pile 3, are destined for greatness, joy riches and success; but in life there’s never any give without any take.

You all come from a childhood that wasn’t ideal to say the least. You may have also dealt w/ a female figure who neglected you, spoke ill of you or made you think poorly of yourself. You were made to feel less-than.

This caused you to feel unmotivated and unloved by the world and others around you, in essence smothering your passion.

You may have either found a mentor or are being called to find a mentor for those who don’t have one. This person is being placed in your life to guide and instruct you to be the guiding light for others that you lacked in your life.

Don’t be afraid of being bold and reaching out, doing so will lead to great rewards later on. Eventually, if you choose to pursue this path, the fire of passion that was once within you will be rekindled. This, allowing you to become the like the teacher that guided you, to so many others.

YOU GUYS ARE SO STRONG PILE 3, GOOD LUCK YALL, IM ROOTING FOR TOU GUYS.

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agustdakasuga · 4 years

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A Place Called Home | Chapter 21

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: vet!reader, Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook

Summary: Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

You push on, trying your best to remain strong to be there for your hybrids. All hope is lost and you’re just trying to live your remaining days. But the boss has one more plan up his sleeve to break you.

Chapter warning(s): This might be a heavy chapter for some readers. Angry cursing, needle/drug abuse, violence, slight gore, killing, death, mentions of sexual assault. Please read at your own discretion!

You would never admit it but deep down you knew, you were slowly giving up. Whatever small slither of hope you held onto was slowly slipping from your hands. Maybe it was better to die here then keep on dreaming of your release with your boys.

“Time to earn your keep, fox.”

“No, please. Not Jin!” You pressed yourself against the bars in whatever frugal attempt to stop Boss Im and his men from taking Jin away.

“Back away, Namjoon.” The man warned and Namjoon growled but made no move to step forward. He knew the hybrids would do his bidding just to keep you safe. Jin choked as he was tugged out of his cell by his collar.

“You should be there too! To experience his first fight.” You were grabbed next. You already knew the way to your viewing area.

The strong smell of iron and dirt was something you have grown accustomed to. How many hybrids have you watched Yoongi and Namjoon kill in that concrete ring? It was like you were numb to it. But you were on your toes when you knew it was Jin’s first time fighting. They were going to inject him and make him feral.

Your gentle boy, Jin.

“Everyone! We have a debut fight tonight! An arctic fox hybrid’s first fight!” The announcer stepped out and everyone jeered.

“I know! I know! Foxes don’t make an interesting fight! But we have him against our own snow leopard.” From the smirk on the announcer and Boss Im’s face, you knew what this was. They were deliberately trying to make Jin lose.

You should have known why Jin was having his first fight before Taehyung, even if Taehyung was the one with more ‘potential’.

“Why are you doing this? Jin can’t fight!” You struggled.

“Exactly. But let’s see what really makes him go crazy.” Boss Im smirked, waving his hand at the announcer to start the match. You gulped, half of you not even wanting to watch this fight unfold while the other half wanted you to continue watching to make sure Jin would be alright.

“Let’s fight!” The announcer ran out of the ring. Jin was thrown in, falling to the ground. He swayed slightly, the drugs taking effect in his system.

“This is going to be easy.” The snow leopard smiled and charged at Jin, knocking him down.

The crowd jeered while you cried silently. Jin was trying his best to fight the snow leopard off but he couldn’t. His opponent was just too strong. He only managed to get a few good punches and kicks at him.

“Jin!” You screamed until your throat went raw.

“Please. I’m begging you! Please! Don’t let him die!” You shook your head as you cried and kneeled to Boss Im. You had your pride and dignity but if seeing you submit was what you needed to do to save Jin, you will do it. Boss Im stood up, laughing.

“Unfortunately, I don’t sway with pleads and begs.” He chuckled.

“You’re heartless.”

“So I’ve been told.” He shrugged. Looking on, he already knew Jin had no chance against the snow leopard, who was well trained and a lot stronger.

“Fox! You better win that fight!” Boss Im shouted at Jin. Through his unbruised eye, Jin saw Boss Im take his gun out and press it against your temple with a mocking smile. Jin growled.

“You lose, your precious mate dies!” He threatened. Jin continued to growl, foam seeping from his teeth. With all his strength, he kicked the snow leopard off him, running at him and head-butting him. The snow leopard fell back with a groan but Jin didn’t falter and pounced on top of him. The hybrid on the ground swiped at Jin but Jin bit down into his arm.

The snow leopard yelped in pain as he gripped onto his bleeding arm. Blood leaked from the corner of Jin’s lips.

“I don’t lose.” The snow leopard charged at Jin again.

Jin jumped up and landed on the leopard’s back, making him fall forward. He placed his foot on the back of the leopard’s neck. If he wanted to, he could kill the leopard just like that. Half the crowd jeered at their loss while the other half cheered for Jin’s sudden upper hand.

“Separate them. The fox wins.” Boss Im told his men and they ran forward to take Jin away before he could stomp on the snow leopard’s neck.

“Once again, you’ve proven to be quite the asset, doctor.” Boss Im smirked, turning to look at you. With a wave of his hand, someone grasped your forearm to bring you back to your cell.

“W-Wait! Let me treat Jin, please! Your team won’t be able to handle his injuries.” You begged.

“Fine. Bring her to the medical suite.” Boss Im shooed you off. You were shoved forward, making you stumble. Jin’s face was badly beaten up but you could tell he was still conscious. You held his hand as his whole body shook, tears escaping his eyes.

“I’m... sorry.” He forced out.

“Don’t apologise. It’s okay, Jinnie. I’ve got you.” You hushed him and began to treat his injuries. Jin was so shaken by the whole experience.

“That’s enough.” You were wrenched away from Jin and both carried back to your cells. Before they could push you in, you walked in yourself, making them mutter a ‘b*tch’ under their breaths.

“Hyung!” All the hybrids were appalled at Jin’s state. Namjoon picked the elder up from where the henchman had tossed him in and laid him on the mattress.

“Hyung, can you hear me?” Namjoon leaned down.

“He’s traumatised, Joon.” You gulped.

“Jin didn’t want to fight. He was losing against his opponent and fighting the effects of the drug. The boss threatened to shoot me if Jin didn’t win. He manipulated Jin and forced him to fight, causing him to go feral. But thankfully, the other hybrid made it out alive. They were separated before anything could happen.” You explained.

“Poor hyung...” Jimin whimpered.

“Hyung, what will happen to me?” You heard Taehyung ask Yoongi behind you. It made you feel sick to think Taehyung would be like Jin. The cell gate opened again and you all turned your heads.

“What?” You frowned at the man.

“We’re not here for you.” They walked past you and grabbed Jimin and Hoseok. Jimin screeched, letting out hisses as a man leashed his collar. Hoseok growled warningly.

“Hey, what are you doing with them?!” You tried to stop the men but they easily flung you aside.

“Boss requested for them.” He smirked. Jimin whimpered and reached out for you but you were held away. Hoseok shouted and thrashed around. The other hybrids in their cells made a fuss.

“I swear, you hurt them and I will rip your heads off!” Namjoon growled.

“Let them go!” Yoongi shouted.

“One more thing, the boss said to let you know you’re fighting tomorrow.” The men pointed at Taehyung, who jumped and cowered behind Yoongi. Yoongi growled, flashing his canines at them, his black ears twitching. They laughed and just pulled the two hybrids with them.

“No, let them go! You’re hurting them!” You tried to grab Hoseok and Jimin.

“No!” You screamed and cried.

“Kitten, kitten.” Yoongi managed to grab your ankle and pull you to him. He and Taehyung held you, comforting you. Yoongi whispered sweet nothings into your ear while Taehyung stroked the back of your head.

“Chim... Hobi... This is all my fault.” You shook your head.

“No, it’s not, jagi.” Taehyung kissed your head.

“It is! Boss Im gave me an offer. I could leave with Jimin and Hoseok but I’ll have to leave all of you behind. I immediately declined, I’m not leaving any of you behind but now, this happened. If I just let them go, they wouldn’t be dragged out like that. Who knows what torture they are being put through.” You confessed and cried.

“Y-You were given a chance to leave? And bring Hoseok and Jimin with you?” Yoongi asked. You nodded your head.

“But I can’t leave knowing the 4 of you are still here.” You sobbed.

“Jagi...” Taehyung didn’t know what to say. Were they supposed to feel touched that you stayed for them? Or were you dumb for not taking the offer and rescuing yourself and two of them?

You didn’t know how long passed when the cell door opened again. You stood up from the mattress and rushed over to greet Jimin and Hoseok. Hoseok was beaten up while Jimin was having a full meltdown, shivering.

“Hoseok?” You stroked the hair away from his face. He coughed a little before opening his eyes.

“I-I’m okay... Chim...” He choked.

“Chim, Chim.” You slowly approached the calico cat.

“No! D-Don’t touch me!... Please...” Jimin hid his face in his arms, shaking his head as he balled himself up. You retracted your hand immediately, not wanting to agitate him even more. But you noticed that he was breathing so hard was turning blue.

“Alright, sweetie. I won’t touch you. But you need to breathe or you’ll pass out. Follow my breathing, Chim.” You said softly.

“H-Hold me?” He looked up at you, absolutely broken. You nodded and slowly moved towards him. Cautiously, you wrapped your arms around him and he flinched but let you draw his head to your chest.

“I’ve got you now.” You whispered.

“T-They... T-They touched m-me.” He sobbed. Your heart broke and you heard the other hybrids let out growls of anger, hearing Jimin’s words.

You remembered what you had first learnt about how ring masters treat their pets from Yoongi. Jimin must have had to relive that entire experience from his old owner. Whatever memories that he managed to forget or dissolved came rushing back to him, just like that.

“Shh. It’s over.” You knew whatever amount of comfort that you had to offer would not pull Jimin out of this trauma. He may not be as beaten up as Hoseok but he was definitely more traumatised.

“Come here, Hoseok.” You said and Hoseok moved over, laying his head in your lap as he closed his eyes to rest.

“They made me bait for the new training hybrids.” He said softly. You gently ran your hands through his hair in an effort to make him feel better. At the same time, you kissed the top of Jimin’s head. Yoongi was busy comforting Taehyung as well. The tiger was hurt seeing his best friend like that and he was afraid of his fight tomorrow.

“You’ll be fine, Tae.” Yoongi told the younger.

Turning your head, you met eyes with Yoongi. He stared at you and you blinked your tears away. He was thinking the same thing as you.

Just when will this torture end?

That night, Jimin’s nightmares were bad. You were woken up by his screaming and him scratching at his arms and legs.

“Get them off! Don’t touch me!” He thrashed around.

“Shh, Chim. It’s me. You had a nightmare. Don’t worry, I’m here.” You hugged him and rubbed his back. When the men brought in the meals for the day, you didn’t even let them look at Jimin as you hid him behind your back. They snickered and nudged each other playfully.

“Put it down and leave.” You frowned.

“What makes you think we will listen to you?” One of them crossed his arms. You glared at them.

“Hey. Boss called for you.” A voice said and the men immediately bowed their heads to their boss’ wife, running off. You let out a sigh of relief. You haven’t seen her since the day the hybrids were brought in.

“It’s okay, Chim.” You ignored her presence, comforting Jimin.

“I’m sorry, I really tried my best to keep them away.” You knew she was referring to trying to stop your hybrids from being captured here. Of course, you knew it wasn’t her fault but from all the mental fatigue that you have been facing during your time here, your brain just needed someone to blame. And it had to be her.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered again and left. Sighing, you brought the bowls of food over to Hoseok and Jimin. Hoseok ate slowly while you fed Jimin and yourself.

Looking over, you saw Yoongi trying to convince a nervous Taehyung at least eat a little and Namjoon was slowly feeding a still battered Jin.

“Hey, Jinnie. Are you feeling okay?” You asked.

“I can’t believe... I... I almost.” He seized up. You grasped his hand.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, Jinnie. It’s alright. You know what that drug does to you. You weren’t in the right mind. You were manipulated, you didn’t have control over your own actions and the snow leopard is alive.” You comforted him to stop him from having an anxiety attack.

It was right after dinner when Taehyung was dragged out. Yoongi tried his best to stop them from taking him as Taehyung struggled and growled against the leash’s pull.

“Yoongi!” You gasped when they hit him with the barrel of their guns. Yoongi fell to the side with a groan, blood dripping from his temple. Taehyung thrashed around but they still managed to pull him away. Soon, you knew that they would come for you soon.

“Ladies and gentlemen! Another debut fight! A tiger versus a lion!” The announcer said. Even if it was happening right before your eyes, you felt like it was mile away. Your eyes only focused on the door.

“Why so glum?” Boss Im tilted his head mockingly, lifting your chin.

“I hope you rot in hell when all this is over.” You spat at him. He glared at you, slapping your cheek.

“It’s nice to hear you still hold onto ‘hope’.” He chuckled, wiping your saliva off his face and sitting back down in his throne chair.

“It’s not too late to place your bets!” The announcer told the crowd. Your stomach churned as the door opened and Taehyung was pushed forward. The lion hybrid jumped out.

Everyone cheered as it let out a loud growl. Taehyung’s eyes were dilated and red as he smirked at the lion.

“Tae...” You whispered.

The drug had taken over his system entirely. Taehyung didn’t even wait for the announcer to ring the bell as he rushed forward and pounced at the lion. The lion wasn’t too scarred though as he wrestled around with Taehyung. Taehyung didn’t have fighting experience but being circus trained made him pretty agile and smooth.

“That all you got?” Taehyung laughed.

“I’m just warming up, cub.” The lion wiped his lips and they charged at each other again. You looked away as you heard a crack of bones.

“Call me that again.” Taehyung growled loudly and jumped on top of the lion. The lion slammed him against the wall, making his groan. Blood dripped down his temple like Yoongi earlier.

“Please, Tae.” You prayed silently.

“Sir-”

“Let him kill the lion.” Boss Im waved lazily, obviously not caring about the other fighter. He had a glint in his eyes, as if excited for blood to be spilt. Taehyung and the lion got some good hits at each other. Taehyung grabbed the lion by the leg and broke it. You winced and the crowd cheered as the lion yelped.

“Finish him!” Boss Im commanded. The look in Taehyung’s eyes were unreadable. With one last pounce, he bit into the jugular vein of the lion. It was like Yoongi’s comeback fight.

“Good show!” The boss stood up and clapped.

“We have a new favourite in our hands.” He said to his men, who bowed their heads, nodding in agreement.

You just focused on Taehyung still growled at the lion’s body, blood all over his body while he watched the lion fade out. The lion slowly bled out in front of Taehyung while Taehyung smirked deliriously.

“Reward my new little monster with meat. And take her away.” You just let yourself be dragged like a sack of rice. Even as they shoved you back into your cell, your eyes were distant and dead. You couldn’t believe you just witnessed Taehyung do that. Your sweet, innocent, harmless Taehyung smiling at the body of a hybrid he just killed.

“Snowflake?” Jin called but it fell deaf on your ears.

“What’s wrong with her?” Yoongi frowned.

“Yah! Idiot, where’s Taehyung?!” Namjoon asked the guy that brought you in and was about to leave.

“Boss wants to treat his new little monster.” He smirked and left. Namjoon and Yoongi knew what happened. Taehyung’s fight must have been successful for Boss Im but horrible for you. You ran over to the bucket in the corner, emptying the contents of your stomach.

“It’s okay, (y/n).” Hoseok rubbed your back. You couldn’t erase the image of the blood from your head.

“My love/ Kitten/ Snowflake.” The others couldn’t reach you to comfort you but tried their best to do it with their voices and words of comfort.

“(y/n).” Jimin whimpered by your side.

“I-I’m sorry. I... I just need a m-moment.” You shivered.

“It’s alright. Take all the time you need, my love.” Namjoon replied, leaning against the bars. You leaned back in Hoseok’s hold, putting your head against his chest. You felt your eyes roll to the back of your head as darkness washed over you.

You woken up when someone knocked on the bars. You sat up, feeling the mattress below you. The cells were all empty, the boys were gone. You were alone.

“Where are the boys?” You asked.

“Taking them to you now.” The person entered your cell, grabbing your arm and hauling you out of there. You tripped over your feet as you tried to follow him. It was scary not knowing where you were going.

“Go.” You were shoved forward. Standing up, you realised that you were in the middle of the empty ring.

“Hello, doctor. Sleep well?” Boss Im sat at his throne, looking down at you.

“Where are the boys? What did you do with them?” You shouted at him. You didn’t like the smug smile he had on his face. It made your heart race as you were worried that he would do something to them. After all, you passed out before you could see Taehyung. Did he return to the cell after his fight? What about Jimin? Was he being tortured again?

“Don’t worry, you’ll see them.” He shrugged.

“What do you want?!”

“Just conducting a little experiment. You’ll be helping.” He laughed. Before you could say anything, he sat back down. The lights dimmed and your eyebrows furrowed, just what was he getting at?

“Hello?” You called. There was growling to your left.

“Who’s there?” You stepped back but there was another hiss behind you, making you turn around. Eyes stared back at you.

“N-Namjoon? Hobi?” You called.

“No...” You gasped as the figures stepped into the light. It was them.

Your boys.

They all growled and hissed at you. Their eyes dilated and red, just like Taehyung had been when he was fighting last night. You didn’t know where to go, you were surrounded by them. It was obvious they didn’t recognise you, they were completely drug induced and delirious.

“Y-Yoongi.” You tried to call out to him but he just smirked at you, making you step back. You bumped into someone.

“Jinnie.” You whimpered as he shoved you forward, making you fall to the ground. It would be impossible to fight them off. You were a human and they were 6 hybrids.

“Boys, please. It’s me!” You constantly tried to break them out of the drug trance. They were circling you as you sat in the middle of the ring, like you were the prey and they were the predator. Fear coursed through your veins.

“Snap out of it! Please, you’re scaring me!” You begged, watching them close in on you. Even Jimin and Hoseok were under the trance.

“Chim...” You reached out to him but he jumped forward, biting into your arm. Crying out in pain, you wrenched your arm from his mouth, cradling it against your chest, feeling your blood seep out from your deep wound. These weren’t your boys, they have gone completely feral.

Taehyung growled and pounced forward, his palms digging your shoulders into the ground with a sickening crack.

“Tae... Baby...” You cried in pain as you struggled to get out from his grip.

He didn’t reply as he sniffed your blood. You cried as you tried to get out of the ring. You banged on the doors but no one would come. The boys all attacked you at once. You just took it, not being able to fight them off on your own.

You didn’t want to fight them either, they were your boys. And they still are. You didn’t want to hurt them, you couldn’t bring yourself to.

Soon, the pain in your body turned to numbness. And yet, you couldn’t blame the boys. You knew this was out of their control.

“Experiment success.”

As you laid on the ground in your own blood, consciousness slowly slipping from you, you watched Boss Im stand up to leave. Yoongi wrapped his hand around your throat as they all looked down at you. You met eyes with each of them before you finally looked into Yoongi’s emotionless ones. You choked as you felt yourself get light headed from the lack of oxygen.

“I’ll always... love you all.” You whispered as you mustered your last smile before your eyes fell shut.

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throwawayfish · 4 years

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𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐱 𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: some things are worth the worry for. in this case, it’s someone.

warnings: angst, brief alcohol use, sexual innuendos, language, bit of steam and fluff in the end

a/n: would you look at that, another jj fic. request some for other characters if you’d like. hope you like this :)

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the muted rouge dress hugged your physique. staring straight into the mirror, dread reflected clearly in your eyes. as much as midsummers became a yearly part of your life, it seemed as though you felt more trapped than free.

it’s been four months since you’ve been secretly spending time with the pogues, when they invited you to sit with them when you got stood up by a random touron at the wreck, you knew you’ve found real and honest friends rather than trying to keep up with the kooks who just wants to do is make their daddies proud.

the clicking of your heels echoed through the marble floors that surrounded your estate. going down to be met by your parents and the cameron boy who have always been on your tail.

“you ready, princess?” the nickname he called you made you grimace, as you only accept that title if one certain pogue addressed it. nonetheless, you nodded “let’s get going then.”

the venue was crowded, full of socialites feeding their egos by talking about their wealths. but you can’t help but let your mind wander to the sound of waves nearby. how a vast unexplored area can be so daunting yet is still the one that can provide the quietude you seek, much like your friends from the cut.

you were sitting at the bar area of the country club, ditched by the boy who swore that he would accompany you, you didn’t really mind as he told that to your parents and not you. plus, you didn’t have to deal with his conceited self.

a commotion from the other side of the locale made you stand up, standing further on your tip toes as the heels you were wearing doesn’t seem to do much help. you spot him downing an alcoholic drink mr. dunleavy had while being escorted by security, jj maybank, the boy you had feelings for since the first time you held eye contact with him.

you have quite a difficult history with him. you were enemies who always flirted with each other every time you had the chance, acting like you guys were in a relationship but never came to terms with it. fear taking over every time you try to go down that path. yet you kept playing the game, not finding the urge to stop yourself from the contingency of getting hurt.

“let go of him!” you hear your brunette friend shout “you can’t just boot him.” she continued and you shifted your gaze to rafe who was standing on the side smiling “really.” he said before bring the wine glass to his lips, obviously enjoying the scene that was unfolding. right there you knew that he had something to do with what’s happening as they were meant to be longtime adversaries .

“i invited him here, i’m a member of this club!” she said through her parents’ protests. the public disturbance continued as you watched the blonde push the guard, shouting invites to his friends who strided towards him and john b away from all the kooks.

you watched in awe, the sight warming your heart. but as he finished spinning kiara off her feet, his azure eyes met yours. stopping from rejoicing, he didn’t rip his gaze from you, practically entreating you to join them as he motioned his head to their direction.

your eyes stung as your breathing hitched, your heart and mind begging you to run to his arms but your legs seemed to be stuck on quicksand as you can’t even take a step forward. everyone went back to their activities, but the ruckus remained inside you.

his shoulders dropped, it was a small gesture that almost turned you into dust. he sighed and looked down, nodding in defeat as he turned around not bothering to wait for your answer but assuming from your stillness.

he was gone after a moment, you didn’t even realize you were holding your breath as you let out a huge huff when you recovered. steadying yourself by the help of a wooden pillar beside you.

you ran past the sea of kooks, attempting to find your parents, arriving to see them chatting with probable business partners “mom, dad.” you called from beside them, your mom raisng her hand to stop you from speaking any further “mom, dad!” you spoke louder this time, making them turn their heads on you after excusing themselves to their companions.

“y/n, dear, we’re in the middle of a small meeting here.” your mom politely said with wide eyes and a harsh undertone in her voice “i know, i’m sorry about that...” you apologized directly to their associates before continuing “can i go home? i’m not feeling very well.” you lied

“no, darling.” she simply answered “if you’re not feeling well you should rest on one of the couches inside. we’ll go home together in a few.” your father added and without waiting for your reply went back to talking with their fellow kooks.

rolling your eyes, you stomped your way inside, knowing you can’t argue as it will only result to being grounded for a week. you slumped yourself on the couch, groaning as you saw you realize that your phone is dead.

waiting for an additional two hours bore the living soul out of you, not until a voice startled you from behind “i see you failed to hang out with those pogues.” you turned to see rafe making his way to sit beside you “what are you even talking about?” you looked in another direction.

“don’t even deny it, y/n. i saw your little moment with the street rat awhile ago.” you frowned from the description he used, well aware of who he’s talking about “shut the fuck up, rafe. just go get drunk and fuck topper or kelce. i won’t snitch.” you replied. he laughed which made you face him with an annoyed expression.

“getting defensive of maybank now huh?” he mocked. without another word you briskly stood up when you spot your dad motion for you to come, signalling that your going home.

“hey, y/n!” you hear rafe call, without turning around you stopped and waited for him to continue. chills ran along your spine as his last words that meant to be an insult sparked something inside of you.

“hope you don’t sneak out tonight to meet those garbage, but don’t worry...i won’t snitch.”

you swiftly stripped off your dress, finally being able to breathe freely from the lack of tightness around your waist. changing into some shorts and a gray long sleeved shirt you might have stolen from him. you carefully opened your window and stepped out. putting a book on the windowsill to avoid it being locked before pulling the glass down.

climbing down the tree that was fortunately near enough to just step over, you fast walked to your car once your feet planted on the ground. the odds were in your favour that night, as your parents were already heavily sleeping from all the alcohol and business talk they consumed during the event, making it easier for you to not worry about the car making such a loud noise.

the drive to the cut was lengthy, but freeing. the sky dark like a bottle of ink and zeus playing around with his bolt. you carelessly opened the screen door that lead to the front porch. the only people you arrive to were kie and pope across from each other seeming to be contemplating some things.

“where’s jj and john b?” their heads shot up to you as you asked, pope sitting up from his laying position “john b’s at the hospital.” he answered “what?!” “yeah. he fell from the bird’s nest. topper supposedly shoved him. we just arrived to him laying on the ground when we heard sarah calling for help.” kie added

though questions about sarah and worry for john b was inside you, the missing presence of the blonde fogged your mind “and jj?” you asked through quiet yet heavy pants “he left the hospital before us. we don’t know where he went.”

without another word you entered the house, looking around the room and grabbing kie’s surfboard when you noticed his was nowhere to be found, hurry evident in your actions “woah woah woah! what the hell?!” pope followed you as you made your way out “y/n, we’ve had enough accidents for the night, we don’t need any more!!” kie objected, referring to the surfboard you were holding “that’s why im going!”

you ran as fast as you can towards the water, more lighting being drawn to the sky by the minute “jj!” you called out, eyes scanning all of the area “JJ!” you shouted louder. as you reached the area near the rocks, you panicked, assuming the worst.

placing the board on the freezing water, not caring if the the only clothes you have got wet. you began paddling towards the jagged rock formation, duck diving to fight the force of the waves. the fabric clung to your skin becoming heavier, raindrops making it harder to see where you’re heading.

when you were only a few feet away from the danger zone, you plunged into the water, the saltiness entering your throat, pins and needles pricking the walls of your lungs as your board flipped upside down.

once you resurfaced, getting support from you board, you opened your eyes to meet his ocean-like ones, but brighter than the colour of the one you were currently submerged in.

you got back up, paddling towards him and doing the same thing. once he reemerged, his laugh sent a warm feeling to your shivering body, relaxation taking over you, but was immediately replaced by rage “what the fuck?!” you shouted and pushed him again, giving you a head start to come back to shore.

“hey! wait up!” you didn’t listen, continuing to leave the deep end. you propped the surfboard under your arm and started to make your way back to the chateau. a grip on your shoulder stopped and turned you around. he stared at you, studying you facial expression when he stepped forward to wipe the tears that you didn’t notice we’re falling down your icy cheeks.

you put the board down and pushed him away, covering your face with your hands. once again he went near you, engulfing you in a hug “surfing the surge alone, are you kidding me?!” you scolded and he just tightened his embrace. you returned the gesture, relaxing your face on the crook of his neck and steadying your breathing.

“you don’t need to worry, princess. you’re talking to the best sufer in the land.” he teased and you pulled away “it’s not funny, jj! why’d you think that was okay?” your lips quivered, a sob threatening to escape.

“i knew you’d come.” he replied, the confusion on your face made him continue “i saw how troubled you were awhile ago when i asked you to join us. i understand that you just make that sort of decision, but i tried taking the risk. you proved me right awhile ago...” he paused and brushed his thumbs against each side of your cheeks, the rest of his hands placed under your jaw.

“...but you always manage to come through and prove me wrong.” he continued and you closed the gap between you. wrapping your arms around his neck. the coldness of the air was replaced by warmth and dispursed throughout their bodies. the kiss was urgent, your heart pounding in your chest as your knees got weaker. he roamed his hands from your jaw to your waist, squeezing it before going further down to the back of your thighs. you wrapped your legs around him as he carefully sat down the fine sand, you straddling his waist.

you could only focus on how his chapped lips felt against your soft ones, opposite yet perfectly danced with each other. it wasn’t clear if you imagined this moment so much that it came to life, but the feeling of his body against yours was all that mattered.

his hair being tugged by your hands made him pull away briefly, giving you the chance to gasp for some air before opening your eyes halfway to sneak a peek before coming back to feel his lips once more. heat rose to your stomach and before things escalated, you pull away.

he held the back of your head slightly, but you resisted. you kept the closeness between the both of you while you stated straight at him “don’t ever do that again. i can’t lose you.” you said and pulled him into an embrace.

“and why is that, princess?” he teased and you didn’t hesitate to speak the truth “i love you.”

the smile that painted his face looked as if he won the lottery. he planted butterfly kisses all over your face then stopped and studied your features.

“i love you too.” with that his lips connected with yours again, this time more passionate and full of emotion. hidden feelings surfacing from being buried too many times.

“promise you won’t surf a surge alone again?” you asked once you pulled away “why not?!” he whined “you’ll drown! what else do you think would happen?” you replief and he smirked

“princess, you know there’s only one place that i could drown in and i have yet to explore it.” he looked down, your eyes widened realizing your position and slapped his shoulder as he laughed hysterically “JJ!!”

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descendantofthesparrow · 3 years

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Remember your past - Prince! Harry Hook x Knight! Reader - Part 20 - The adventure begins

Hours later and Purah had finally let the two of you go, keeping Terrako for the night as so test for any possible clues to what had happened in the last 500 years and to make sure the little guardian wasn’t damaged in any way.

You were stopped just before you started making your way back down the hill, and Purah helped activate the transportation seal in front of the laboratory. Harry mentally celebrated in relief of not having to climb all the way back up the hill to come in the morning at Purah’s request.

You swiped through the tablets inventory slots, humming to yourself as you tapped on some of the new items that had been added to it. You skimmed through the description and looked up as Harry tossed himself over on his inn bed and his eyes burned into your side. “wha?” you whispered, shutting off the tablet and stuffing it in your bag, hiding it with your cloak.

“it's still hard ta believe this is all real…I still think I’ll wake up back at Auradon not even knowing this place exists…yet every morning I wake up to us on a quest to fuckin save it from a red goop demon” he whispered, grinning as you snickered from his description of the “dark one”.

“yeah…I’m still getting ahold of the fact that I’m technically over 500 years old and I was a personal knight to a prince that had some sort of locked magic and I was badly injured and yeeted into a healing shrine for 500 fucking years” Harry buried his face into the pillow and let out a small scream. “I can't tell if you're just reacting to what I said or everything in general.” He lifted his head out of the pillow and scrunched his nose (quite adorably you might add) as he laughed.

“yeeted into a healing shrine” he quoted, laying back down on the pillow and continuing to laugh. You rolled your eyes and tossed your extra pillow at him, smirking as he quietly yelped.

“Go to bed, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow” one of his eyes peeked at you from below the pillow before it disappeared, his body shuffling around until he found a comfy spot. “goodnight harry”

“g’night (y/n)”

Uma tapped her fingers harshly against her arm, her leg tapping rapidly as Ben conversed with the stable owner, asking if he had seen Harry or (y/n). “we got a lot of people comin’ in ‘an out of these stables son, if they were here, I don’t remember ‘em. Might do you better ta ask the riverside stable”

Ben sighed and nodded, walking back towards the rest of the group who were waiting anxiously “any luck?” Phillip asked, curling his arm tighter around Audrey who buried herself into his side.

“No, they haven't seen them, said we might have more luck at the riverside stable, which I think” he took out a map from his saddlebag and unfolded it “is over on this side of the peaks, we’d make our way back to the plateau then take a right just after the bridge”

“Are we sure this is a good idea?” Mal butt in, stepping closer to Ben and looking over the map “I mean, Regina asked us to stay within the village because of how dangerous it is here, and it is (y/n) and Harry but, it could be more of a risk to go out and find them than to just wait for them back at the village. We don’t know what's out there”

“that’s exactly why we are going to go look for them Mal” Ben stressed, closing the map and putting it back in the saddlebag “We don’t know what's out there and they probably don’t either, I can't sit by while they go out and risk their lives if anything we might be able to help them do whatever they are doing.”

Mal sighed and nodded, while she didn’t want anyone to get hurt out in this land that was completely unknown to them, it would be hard to sleep at night knowing she had willingly left (y/n) and Harry to travel it alone and possibly get hurt “Alright then, let's get some supplies and then we'll go to Riverside stable, then we’ll go from there”

Uma let out a small huff and climbed onto her horse, glaring down at the rest of the group “What are we waiting for? Let's go”

Ben stopped Mal from starting an argument, deciding that they would get supplies at the other stable and head out now.

“Anand there we go! All runes upgraded and ready to use~!” Purah handed you back the tablet “I also tried to look through Terrako’s old files but the only thing that was there was stuff I had seen forever ago, so!” she clapped her hands then held them out towards you and Harry “everything Is ready to go! And I set up the sheikah sensor plus as well so if you need to find something specific, just take a picture with it, go into the compendium that’s within the same section as the map, and select that item and it'll lead you to it” you slowly nodded, messing around with the tablet until the rune screen popped up.

“um,” you started, showing Purah the screen “how do we use the runes?” she smiled fondly and took the tablet, tapping one of the icons and turning to Symin. The two nodded at each other and Symin threw a small teacup at Purah, Purah trusted the tablet at the cup and it froze mid-air, a glowing yellow filter surrounding the cup as it did.

“Stasis!” Purah exclaimed as Symin walked in front of the cup and wrapped his hands around it, waiting for the quiet noise of a ticking clock to stop as Purah turned to the tablet towards you and Harry “Time stopping rune, you just have to aim the tablet at the item or thing you want to freeze in time, then you can add kinetic energy by hitting it and the item or thing will fly in the direction you hit it! Easy!”

You and Harry nodded, Terrako jumping up between the tablet and you in an attempt to see the screen “Then there’s magnesis, which allows you to control any type of metal object” Purah demonstrated with the tablet, lifting a spoon into the air, a beam of red, blue, and yellow stringing the spoon and tablet. “Like that, and there's no limit of size or weight of the metal object” Purah released the spoon and switched to the next rune.

“then there are the bombs” you and Harry jumped back as Purah held up her hand and a round blue glowing bomb appeared in her hand “Remote activated as well, come along!” Purah skipped out of the lab with you and Harry following behind her, Terrako scuttling after you.

Purah tossed the bomb over the side of the mountain and gestured for you to watch the tablet as it bounced down the mountain “To activate, you just” Purah trust the tablet forward, a large blue glowing exploding where the bomb was “And that’s the bombs! These two bombs as well, the round one and the square one” Purah summoned the box-shaped one, holding it in her hand for you and Harry to see before she closed her hand, the bomb disappearing as she did. “to send ‘em back into the tablet, you just close your fist, easy peasy~!”

Purah led you back inside the lab and showed you the tablet again, the rune symbol now showing a snowflake “This is the cryonis rune, with it you can create a pillar of ice from any water surface. I can’t demonstrate this one so we’ll just move on” Purah swiped to the next run, now showing a camera symbol

“The camera, we already figured out that one” you muttered, Purah smiled and nodded, handing the tablet back to you.

“Good! There is a hidden rune on there but I've never been able to figure it out, maybe you will! But!” Purah clapped her hands, you and Harry flinching a bit at the sudden action “you two have somewhere to go don’t you~ now remember; stop at the places where the eleven pictures show to see if you can regain any memories, get the towers for the map, and free the divine beasts! Good luck! Goodbye Terrako!” the little guardian chirped and followed after you and Harry as you walked back outside. The lab doors closed behind you as you and Harry looked at each other.

“Well” Harry muttered, rubbing the back of his head as he looked around the mountain top you were on “tha’ was….an experience” you laughed a bit and nodded, pulling up the map and scrolling around, tapping on the shrine that was down in the village.

“yep” in a flash of blue light you, Harry, and Terrako were now outside the shrine, it’s orange/blue glow blinding you a bit. “let's get a couple more supplies and then well head for the nearest beast, which I think is past storybrooke, we kinda went the opposite way but there's another road to Lanayru, we’re in Necluda and we just need to take this path down this way, there is a way directly to the Lanayru tower but it crosses through storybrooke and I don’t think either of us want to risk a run through with everyone?” Harry shook his head, grabbing your arm to guide you back to the horses as you continued to look down at the map “yeah there's a path down this way that should lead to the Lanayru tower, so we’ll head down that way.” You closed the tablet and hooked it on your hip, moving to step beside your horse and leading her backward out of the stall, Harry doing the same with his horse.

“let's head out” Harry nodded, looking down at Terrako who chirped.

“uh, do yeh want a ride or do yeh jus’ want ta’ follow?” the little guardian just chirped and walked back and forth “im guessing that’s walk?” Terrako nodded its body and Harry nodded back “All right then, let's go” Harry swung up onto his horse and followed after you as the three of you rode out of Hateno and down to Lanayru.

Uma sighed and rubbed her face, they had just left the riverside stable, and while the workers there had seen (y/n) and Harry, along with the little guardian, they had no idea where the three went. so once again the trail went cold after a moment of hope. “How are we ever going to find them?” Gil whimpered, crossing his arms and looking off in the distance, scared for his two friends. “This kingdom is huge; they could already be…I don’t know halfway across the map by now who knows?”

Ben sighed and shrugged, climbing back on his horse and taking out the map “I don’t know Gil, we just have to hope for the best to find them before they do anything stupid”

“they could be heading for one of those divine beast things (y/n) told us about” Phillip hummed, scratching his chin as Audrey cuddled into his side “though she failed to mention where they were” Ben sighed again, looking down at his map.

“Yeah, we really have no clue where they are, and who knows, they might avoid us if they find us first. You heard what Regina said, they are dead set on saving the kingdom, from something their past lives had failed in.” Ben folded the map and placed it in his saddlebag, helping Mal climb up behind him and grabbing the reigns “Lets head for Faron, we might get lucky if they headed that way” the group nodded and mounted their horses, Ben leading the charge as Harriet and CJ rode in the back, Harriet's jaw clenched as flashes of the past flew past her on the road.

Regina had told her and CJ that they might have been reincarnated as well, as there were two princesses named Harriet and Calista Jane. And it seemed she was right, the longer they were in Saorsa the more “memories” returned to them, they were hard to understand and distinguish, but it was clear that along with Harry they had been reincarnated into their present selves.

“What are we gonna do Harriet?” CJ whispered, leaning over to her sister and giving Harriet a worried look “are we gonna-“ Harriet gave CJ a look.

“We are, tomorrow night when everyone's asleep, we’ll split off and look for Harry and (y/n) ourselves, and im going to drag Harry back to Auradon by his ear if it kills me” CJ looked relieved to hear Harriet’s ‘threat’ towards Harry, it was good to know Harriet wasn’t as shaken up as her so at least one of them would have a calm head on their shoulders.

“okay” CJ hummed, snapping the reins of her horse and catching up with the rest of the group.

By nightfall you were about halfway to Lanayru, thankfully there was a stable right next to where you and Harry had called it for the night so you let your horses into the stalls for the night and rented two beds till the morning.

You pulled up the map and hummed, from here you could see Storybrooke village was just past the wetlands and up the hill. And the Lanayru tower, you looked up from the map, seeing the orange glowing tower in the distance, shrouded by rain clouds that never seemed to disappear, was just ahead, maybe a half days travel from the stable.

“we almost there?” Harry softly asked, stepping so close to you-you could feel the warmth radiating off him.

“yeah” you talked in a hushed tone, turning to him and holding up the map “can't see it on the map but the tower is here, I marked it” Harry leaned in to look, glancing between the tower and the diamond marker you had placed. He nodded and stood straight, watching you turn off the tablet and hook it on your hip.

You took and deep breath and looked at him, giving a tired smile “come on, it's been a long day, let's turn in and we’ll head out first thing after breakfast” Harry returned the smile and nodded.

“aye, see yeh in the morning”

“see you in the morning”

-end-

yep, part 20 after 5 (almost six) months, not a single person asked for this so...yeah...i request validation pls.

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lockefanfic · 4 years

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Business Trip: Prequel - Leash

“Did that feel good, master?” she says, her words almost like a purr, as she casually wipes away excess saliva from her perfect little lips with a right hand that was covered in a glossy, elbow length glove.

You reach forward to caress the side of her head, and she nuzzles into your palm with a smile, like a perfect little pet.

“It does, my pet.”

“Do you want me to keep going, master?”

You look away for a moment, ostensibly to ponder the thought, but in reality to give yourself a little time to recover. Nayeon knew how to make you cum with her mouth, could easily do so given another half a minute, but you wanted to draw this out, wanted to savor every moment.

Nayeon isn’t idle - soon you feel her soft lips nuzzling against the base of your shaft, her slim, glove covered fingers wrapping around your saliva-covered cock once more as she plants soft kisses on your balls, waiting, like a patient pet, for her master’s next command.

You play with the chain in your hands, letting the metal links clink against each other as you ponder what you want to do to her next.

The chain was of exceptional quality.

The links had a brilliant shine to them, each piece likely individually polished to an almost mirror sheen with any visible welding marks smoothed away. It glittered in the soft bedroom light, and looked more like it was made out of a much more valuable alloy than the likely aluminum or simple metal that it was actually composed of.

You hold one end of it loosely in one hand as you sit, comfortably, in the only chair in the room. The chain is of considerable length, maybe a few metres long - far longer than you thought it would ever need to be. It leads from your hand in a slow, downward arc to its other end, where, by a golden loop, it is attached to another similarly well-made item.

A leather collar.

The leather is of the finest quality, you had no doubt - she wouldn’t let anything but the finest materials touch her skin. It is the red of a fire engine or a fire hydrant, with a buckle that is polished to the same finish as the chain - shiny, glittering, even as it bounced up and down slightly with the movements of the young woman wearing it. The inside of the collar is lined with what appeared to be a fine velvet - for increased comfort, of course.

It was a fine, well made thing, this chain, leash and collar - well crafted and made with exquisite care and attention to detail. It was the kind of thing that would find itself around the neck of a wealthy person’s pet, a wealthy person that had money and wished to flaunt it by spending it on baubles for their pet.

Today, however, it wasn’t being used on a pet - or rather, at least not on an animal like a dog or cat. It was still being used on a pet, truth be told, but not quite the traditional kind of pet.

You try to focus on the chain, the way it shines and glitters, or perhaps the red of the collar, and how it shifted slightly with each bob of the young woman’s head, but you found yourself unable to ignore the intense pleasure that was building in your loins, slowly but surely, as Im Nayeon took you in and out, in and out, of her warm, wet mouth.

The young woman is on her knees between your splayed ones, her small, slim body covered in a black bodysuit that looked like it was made of leather, or vinyl, or some other synthetic matte material. You didn’t care what it was made of - what you cared about was how the tight material stuck, like a second skin, to her torso, highlighting the curves of her chest and hips.

On her head, continuing to bounce up and down, are two more accessories - a headband with two black cat’s ears, and over her eyes, closed as they were in concentration, a black mask, the kind women wore to masquerade parties. Both are made with fine lace, the fabric detailed with fine woven patterns.

It’s not quite an article of clothing, per say, but her perfect makeup and bright red lipstick, smeared as it now was all over your hard shaft, only added to the perfect look she had assembled for you - she was at once cosplaying Catwoman, and at the same time she was something altogether different. The costume was a perfect representation of who she was - a sultry, sexy feline, every ounce of her being built for seduction, and lust, and sex.

A particularly hard suck on her part knocks you out of your thoughts, and you look down to watch as she slowly, painfully slowly, draws her head up and off your shaft, her bright red lips wrapped so tightly around your hard flesh as she does so, her cheeks hollow with suction. When your head pops out between her lips she lets her tongue press against it, giving you a perfect view of her wet tongue, coated with glistening saliva and a strand or two of thicker, whiter pre-cum.

You reach forward to caress the side of her head, and she nuzzles into your palm with a smile, like a perfect little pet.

“It does, my pet.”

“Do you want me to keep going, master?”

You play with the chain in your hands, letting the metal links clink against each other as you ponder what you want to do to her next.

“Stand, pet.”

Nayeon rises, her slim, perfectly shaped form unfolding from her kneeling position with all the grace of the creature she is costumed as. She is all curves and tightness and smoothness, a perfect little package, a perfect little woman in her prime, with just a hint of the naivety of youth tempered with just the right amount of experience brought about by age.

And she knew this - knew that you were the one wrapped around her long fingers, even if you were physically holding the leash that was tethered to her neck. Ostensibly you were the one in control, but even you knew deep down that she was the one pulling the strings here.

She was in love with you, had told you as such, and you with her - she wanted to give you this gift, this night where you could do as you wanted. But make no mistake; you only did things, only treated her the way you did, because she wanted it first.

Nayeon knows you are enraptured by her, and she gives you a little show as she stands between your splayed legs, the knee high boots she is wearing rubbing against the inside of your knees. Her pink little tongue appears from between bright red lips, sliding across the lipstick as the corners of her mouth rise in a sly, seductive motion that is more of a smirk than a smile. Her hips sway, barely enough to be noticeable, but enough to draw attention to her wide hips, and the ridiculously small waist above them.

“What do you want me to do, master?”

When she says the word master there is a hint of sarcasm there, a little bit of her inner personality breaking through the little act she was putting on. The way she said that word implied that she was letting you play the dominant role.

When things happened in Im Nayeon’s life, it was only because she let it.

“Touch yourself, pet.”

Nayeon’s little smirk turns into a smile, one she tries and fails to hide. She bites her lip, and you didn’t think it were possible, but that small little action makes her even sexier.

Her hands, covered in gloss, elbow length gloves, reach for the hem of the short catsuit that was so short that it is just barely covering her. Her eyes are locked on yours as she draws the material up to reveal her naked crotch.

It doesn’t surprise you in the least that she isn’t wearing underwear - the fact that she was wearing a Catwoman costume surely meant that the traditional clothing norms didn’t exactly apply to her - but you are nonetheless taken aback by her brazenness.

Her slim thighs leave a small gap below a mound that has a small patch of hair on it. Your viewpoint allows her a perfect view of her lips.

Nayeon uses her left hand to remove the glove from her right, pulling the fingers from the glove slowly, teasing you, making you wait impatiently as each finger is released from its leather prison. The long glove finally leaves her forearm with a pull, and she throws it away behind her, forgotten for the rest of the night.

Her naked forearm makes its way to between her thighs, and she takes her time getting there as her fingertips trace a slow, lazy path that starts on her chest, her fingers tracing around her right breast as it makes its way down her torso. She is giving you another show, teasing you, watching you squirm, making you wait.

When her fingers finally reach her crotch, she wastes no time, and even if you can’t see it you can tell by the dip of her middle finger that she is tracing a path from the bottom of her lips to the top. She does it again, and when she does her eyes flutter closed beneath the lace mask she is still wearing.

A slight gasp of pleasure leaves her perfect red lips. She bites them again, as though she feels shameful about it.

When her fingers dive once again between her thighs she goes a little deeper, and you can tell that with a twist of her lips she has slipped one of her fingers inside her. For a few long seconds the movement of the back of her hand implies that her fingers are slipping in and out of her, until she finally removes them altogether, and quickly finds the small bud at the top of her lips that is the centre of her pleasure.

“Fuck,” she hisses.

The word shakes you, and you remember your role.

“What was that, pet?” You pull softly on the chain, not nearly enough to hurt her, just enough to jerk her back into reality, enough to make her remember her place and her role.

Nayeon realizes her mistake.

“I’m sorry, master. It just feels so good.”

“Do you touch yourself when you’re alone, pet?”

“Yes, master.”

“What do you think about?”

“You, master. You and me.”

“What are we doing?”

“Fucking, master.”

You smirk as Nayeon lets her proud facade slip a little amidst the rising pleasure in her small little body. As you continue your conversation, you watch in your peripheral vision as her finger continues to rub her clit incessantly, her fingers working with an increasingly fast pace between her legs.

“You’re having your way with me, master. Fucking me however you want. You’re on top and my legs are spread for you. Or I’m on top and bouncing up and down on your cock. Or you’re taking me from behind-”

Nayeon gasps, the pleasure reaching a new peak that jars her from her sentence. Her mouth opens in a perfect “O”, her eyes shutting involuntarily.

You give the chain a sharp jerk.

Nayeon is pulled from her short period of pleasure, and her torso jerks forward toward you. Her eyes re-open with a look of shock - she truly hadn’t expected you to actually use the leash…

“Continue, pet,” you hiss, leaving a slight edge to your words, a slight warning that you wanted her to finish what she started.

Nayeon takes a moment to compose herself - initially she looks shocked, and a small part of her almost wants to retaliate and put you in your place; but then she realizes, much to her surprise, that she liked it when you ordered her around.

“...you’re fucking me from behind, master,” she continues, just as her wrist resumes its slow circling of her clit, “fucking me slow at first… then harder, and harder, pounding me…”

She leaves the words hanging in the air, and you are forced once more to pull on the chain.

This time you pull a little harder, until Nayeon stumbles forward, off her feet and onto your chest. Your faces are inches apart now.

“Continue,” you hiss with a harsh sharpness in your voice, “pet.”

“You’re fucking me,” Nayeon answers, “until you cum in me.”

Her perfect little face, so close to yours, is almost enough to break you. Her words bring you to the edge. But it is the sheer lust in her eyes, her perfect, light brown eyes, so filled with lust and want and need, that finally breaks you.

You reach up and grasp the side of her face and pull her towards you before crushing your lips against hers. She is initially taken aback by your sudden forcefulness but it doesn’t take her long at all to give in, and soon she is returning your kiss with the same passion. Her tongue is the first to enter your mouth, and soon you are making out wildly, both of you drunk now with passion and need. The black lace mask covering the upper half of her face rubs annoyingly against both of your faces, and Nayeon reaches up and almost tears it from her head.

You break the kiss, finally, and look her right in the eyes, and without the lace mask her face is now fully revealed to you, and you see that she has reached that point where foreplay was over.

“Ride my cock, pet.”

Nayeon sighs, as though she were relieved that she would no longer have to wait until the main course. She rises from your chest, and quickly spreads her legs to either side of your hips. Her hands pull the leather hem of her catsuit up further, until it is bunched up around her waist. She reaches down with her naked right hand, and with her fingertips she spreads the glistening lips of her pussy apart before positioning herself above your hard shaft, still wet with her saliva. She places the head of your cock against the lips of her pussy, and the wetness of her body is almost unbearable.

You could wait for her to lower herself down onto your shaft, but the chain in your hand reminds you of your role.

You pull sharply on the chain with your left hand while you reach around to her ass with your right and pull her ass down, impaling her pussy onto your cock.

Nayeon gasps loudly with the sudden intrusion into her body, and while a small part of you is afraid that you’d hurt her, the initial look of surprise and discomfort on her face quickly leaves her and is replaced with the same lust and need from earlier as her wet, needy pussy is finally filled with hard cock.

“Fuck… master.”

You pull on the leash again.

“What did I tell you to do, pet?”

“Ride you, master. I’m sorry, master…”

Nayeon raises her hips, and your gaze temporarily leaves her pleasure wracked face to watch as your cock reappears from between her splayed legs, the wet, glistening lips of her pussy wrapped tightly around your hard flesh. Already there is a thick, shiny layer of her juices lathering your cock; she was wetter than she has been in awhile.

The girl places her hands on your shoulders as she begins to ride you in earnest, and you are content to watch as she takes you in and out of her, your cock spearing in and out of her pussy as her tight little body bounces up and down on your lap. That smug little facade that was written on her face earlier is gone now, and she has fully given in to her role and her place - she would never admit it to you, even later when the sex was over - but she loved it, loved being ordered around and toyed with and told what to do, and it turned her on like nothing else.

You are content to watch her impale herself on your cock for awhile, but the naked flesh of her thighs and right forearm makes you want to see more of her, see more of that perfect little body of hers that was still mostly wrapped in the now-annoying black leather costume. It was hot and lusty and intensely seductive earlier, but now it was like a wrapper that you wanted to tear off the treat that you were enjoying.

You pull down with the chain, bringing her body down and impaling her fully on your shaft and drawing a sharp moan from her in the process. With your right hand you reach up to the zipper at her throat and you pull it down, revealing a sliver of perfect, vanilla skin.

She catches on to what you want, and she wants the same - she reaches up with both hands and pulls the material down past her shoulders and as far down her torso as she can. Her perfect, round breasts are freed with a small bounce, her nipples already stiff with pleasure.

Her chest is a treat that you cannot help but indulge in, and you lean forward and latch your mouth onto her chest, beginning with her right breast as your free right hand grasps her right. Nayeon gasps in pleasure at the new second source of pleasure, and you are delighted to see that she is grinding her hips once more against yours, unwilling to release your mouth from her chest but still wanting to continue your fucking.

You suckle deeply from her breast, enjoying the stiff nipple in your mouth as you squeeze and fondle her other one, your thumb toying with the hard peak of it. When you release her breast from her mouth Nayeon takes it as license to continue to ride you, and soon she is bouncing up and down on your cock again.

The gasps and moans that leave her mouth are intoxicating, and you watch as she continues to ride you… but it’s not enough, not when there could be so much more.

“Stop, pet.”

Nayeon bounces one more time on your shaft and lets out a sound of frustration.

“What’s wrong, master? Am I not pleasing you?”

“You are, my little pet,” you answer, “but I want more.”

You raise your hips up and off the chair, and Nayeon lets out a squeal of surprise and disappointment as you leave her body. But you give her no time to recover, no time to question what was going on - not when you knew now that she craved being pushed around, craved rough sex and being used.

With your right hand you aim her toward the bed, and with a push on her back that was a little rougher than you intended you push her onto it. Nayeon catches on to what you want, and she positions herself on the edge of the bed on her hands and knees. She looks back at you with a face that is written in the language of lust.

You reach forward with both hands onto her round, firm ass. Your right hand slips down to aim the tip of your cock into the open, dripping lips of her pussy, and with a firm, hard stroke, you re-enter her body.

“Fuck!” she gasps, leaving out your title - not that you cared, not when you were buried to the hilt inside her.

Soon you are fucking her from behind, roughly, not bothering with a slow build up of speed, caring only about buring yourself as deeply inside her as you can with each thrust into her tight little pussy. Nayeon falls forward onto the bed as she begins to let loose with a chorus of moans and gasps.

But you want her closer to you, want to see her broken.

You pull sharply on the leash, and it pulls her upper torso up and off the bed. With your right hand you reach forward and grasp her upper right arm and pull that back as well until it is behind her, grasping her by the wrist against her own lower back. All the while you are fucking her, but now in a position of pure dominance, her tight, young body rocked by each thrust as she is pulled backward against your cock by the leash and her own arm bound behind her back.

It is harsh, and rough, and almost callous the way you are fucking her, but the endless string of gasps and moans that leave her mouth, and the gradual tightening of the hot, wet flesh around your cock means that she not only accepted it - she loved it, got off on it, would soon cum because of it.

For a few long minutes you fuck her like that, her body pulled harshly back against yours with each thrust. You relish the avalanche of feelings that are coursing through your overloaded brain - the feel of dominance and power she has allowed you to have over her and the feel of pleasure erupting from your shaft with each thrust into her hot, wet, tight body. With each thrust into her you know you are bringing her closer and closer to orgasm, if the tightening of her body and the increased wetness around your crotch is any indication.

As though reading your thoughts, she vocalises her pleasure, and her impending peak.

“Master! I… I’m gonna cum!”

You don’t answer for a moment - your only answer is the wet slapping of your cock as it pounds into her body again and again and again.

“Master… master! Can I… can I cum?”

You pull back on the leash even harder, until Nayeon’s torso is almost upright against yours. You reach around with your right hand, grasping her naked left breast in your palm and squeezing it tightly as you bring your mouth to her ear.

“Does this tight little pussy of yours want to cum on my cock, pet?”

“Yes! Please… please, master… let me cum! My pussy… my body… I need it… I need to cum on your cock!”

You pound her a little more, let her wait a few more seconds. Nayeon’s moans become pleading, become desperate.

“You can cum… pet.”

Nayeon orgasms almost immediately, her small body wracked with pleasure as she lets herself go. She quivers and shakes in your arms and you continue to fuck her, savoring the intense tightness and slick wetness that are increased tenfold in her pussy.

You push her forward, even while she is cumming, and her upper body collapses onto the bed as you continue to fuck her. You drop the leash, finally, from your left hand and grasp her upraised ass with both hands, squeezing the firm cheeks tightly as you near your own orgasm.

“I’m going to fucking cum in your pussy,” you hiss, not caring about calling her pet or by her name, not even asking for permission - the only thing you wanted is pleasure, and filling her hole with your cum.

“Do it! Cum inside me… fill me… fill me with cum!” Nayeon moans, her body still shaking and quivering with her own orgasm as your thrusts quicken, nearing that inevitable peak.

“...cum inside me, master!”

With a few more quick, hard thrusts you bury yourself as deeply as you could inside her wet, hot pussy before you cum inside her, your shaft sending stream after stream of thick, warm cum into her willing and needy body. Nayeon lets out a long, drawn out moan at the hot wetness filling her still-quivering body.

You collapse forward, catching yourself with your hands on the bed on either side of Nayeon’s still upraised ass, your cock still buried inside her as it empties a few last spurts of semen inside her. You are suddenly breathing heavily as the effort of the last few minutes finally taxes you, and the moment seems to stretch out as you and Nayeon slowly recover.

Nayeon lets out a soft moan, one that is almost vulnerable and soft.

“I guess I’m a good girl now, since you’ve cum in me?”

“I guess so,” you answer, surprised at the nonchalant tone of her voice given the content of her words and the fact that you were quite literally still buried to the hilt inside her, having just filled her body to the brim with semen.

“Good,” Nayeon answers, and the soft smile that you notice on her face brings one to your own.

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A half hour later saw you both in a significantly more relaxed environment - one aided significantly by the addition of pepperoni pizza to the evening.

Nayeon is slumped on the sofa next to you, casually nibbling on a slice with one hand while she idly browses through her Instagram feed in the other, her head having made a pillow of your lap. Her long, naked legs - she was only wearing a long t-shirt that barely covered her butt, and nothing else - are a bit of a distraction as they stretch out on the sofa, but you managed to ignore her charms long enough to enjoy a delicious slice of the dough and sausage slice concotion sitting on the coffee table.

Out of the corner of your eye you see your phone light up with an email notification, and with half of your attention given to the phone and half given to chewing, you pick it up.

“Oh shit,” you say out loud, a few seconds into the email.

“Mmm?” Nayeon says, her attention still mostly focused on her phone. When you don’t respond immediately she turns her head and repeats the sound.

“Do you remember that job interview I had last week, the one I had online?”

“Yeah, the one with JYP?”

“They… they want to offer me the job.”

There is a moment of surprise, as though Nayeon doesn’t quite believe you - you had applied to and interviewed for the job not really thinking you had a shot, and you told her as such. It was a high paying position that would have been a great start to your career following graduation, but considering JYP’s reputation - and the high calibre of competition you likely faced - you weren’t exactly enthusiastic about your chances. It was, quite literally, a dream job, and one you had no expectation about coming true.

“Holy shit... That’s awesome!” she finally answers, “Are you gonna take it?”

“I don’t know… I… I’m still in shock, to be honest.”

“Is it… is it the position… at their head office?”

You pause for a moment, the initial shock of the job offer quickly fading in the face of Nayeon’s question, and the problem that it presented.

“Yes. Yes it is.”

JYP head office was on the other side of the country.

You had told Nayeon as such before you applied, and you both jokingly said that it would probably mean you’d have to break up with her to go and chase your dream. Nayeon had just been accepted into a graduate program at your university, and you had both started talking about moving in together after graduation.

“Are you… are you going to take it?” Nayeon asks, her voice a little less sure now, a little more worried.

“I… I don’t know, Nayeon. This is… this is a hell of an opportunity.”

The words leave your mouth even before you knew you were saying them, and the second they leave your lips you knew it was the wrong thing to say. She needed to know that you wanted to stay.

“It’s…. It’s on the other side of the country,” she says, her voice low.

“I know. Nayeon, I… we can talk about this later-”

“No,” she interrupts, “you want to take it, don’t you?”

Nayeon sits upright now, dropping her slice of pizza on the coffee table. You want to answer, want to ease her worries.

“Nayeon, I-”

“You’re going to take it,” she continues, leaving you no opportunity to answer, “you’re going to move and leave me here.”

Nayeon moves away from you until she is sitting on the other side of the sofa.

“Nayeon, stop. We need to talk about this.”

“Fine. Then tell me you won’t take it.”

“Nayeon… why don’t we-”

“No!” she snaps, “tell me you won’t take it!”

There is an anger, a fierceness in her eyes, but there is something else - the look of a woman whose heart is cracking, held together only by her faltering will.

“Nayeon. Come with me.”

“I can’t!” she hisses, looking away from you for fear of letting the tears that are welling in her eyes spill over onto her cheeks, “You know I can’t. My program… Do you know how hard it is to get into grad school? Especially into this program?”

“We… we can work something out,” you say, desperate to find something, anything to ease her fears, “we’ll… I’ll… we can stay together, long dist-”

“Don’t even fucking say it,” she interrupts, “you know that doesn’t work.”

“Then we’ll make it work!” you answer, reaching over and grasping her suddenly small body, wrapping your arms around her and bringing her close. Her back is pressed against yours, and her body has begun to shake and quiver in the way that one does when they’re holding back tears that they know will come regardless.

“...I love you, Nayeon.”

The words are true - she was your first love, and although you both said it to each other on a regular basis, you never meant it more than you did just then.

“I love you too,” she answers, her voice soft and barely above a whisper.

“I’ll stay here,” you answer, “with you. There will be other jobs here. But there’s only one of you.”

“No,” she says, forcing your arms away as she rises and stands up.

“Nayeon-”

“No,” she says, and this time her strong tone kept you silent. Nayeon was a girl who was used to getting what she wanted, and she was often determined and strong willed enough to get it. She was determined, strong-willed, and stubborn - and when she made up her mind, nothing could get her to change it.

“I love you,” she repeats as she turns around and stares you in the eye, “and I love you so much I want you to go.”

“Nayeon… please.”

“This job could change your life. You’ve gone on and on about how it’s your dream job. You have to take it.”

“No, I don’t. There are other jobs I applied to-”

“But none like that one. JYP only hires a few people a year. They’re the best in their field. You’d be stupid not to take it.”

You are stunned into silence, and you want, but are unable to, say something. Seconds pass, each one stretching out into what seemed like hours - each one heavy with silence.

“What about us?”

Nayeon crosses her arms. Tears have spilled onto her cheeks - finally - but she makes no attempt to wipe them away.

“This… we can’t do this anymore.”

You are shocked by her words, and you want immediately to fight her, want her to-

“This is goodbye,” she says, her words firm, matter-of-fact - words that brook no misinterpretation.

“No,” you answer, “No. Don’t throw this all away over this, Nayeon. Let’s… let’s take a break. Have a drink or something. We can discuss this tomorrow…”

“I don’t want to do it,” Nayeon says, “I don’t want a boyfriend that’s on the other side of the country. I can’t live knowing I can’t see you when and if I want to. I need you here, and if you can’t be, then I don’t want to be with you. This is what’s best for both of us. This is goodbye.”

Her words hurt you, more than anything else she has ever said to you in the time you’ve known her.

“You… you seriously want to break up, all because of this? Right now? Without really talking it over?”

“Yes,” she says, her eyes firm, even if the tears spilling over her cheeks are betraying the difficulty with which she is holding herself together.

“Nayeon, I-”

“This is goodbye,” she says, one more time, every word a dagger into your heart, “Goodbye.”

The seconds stretch again into hours, as you stand there shocked into silence.

After an indeterminate amount of time, you reach down and pick up your phone and blue hoodie on the sofa. With slow steps and shaky knees, you walk towards the apartment door. When you reach it you consider turning around, but the thought of seeing her face for what might have been the last time is too much to bear, and you force yourself to open the door and leave.

You don’t know it, but long after you have left, she has still not moved from the spot, her eyes still locked on the doorway where she caught her last glimpse of you. She slowly steps towards the door, but her feet are heavy, as though every ounce of her wants to keep her from reaching it.

“You need to chase your dream,” she says, “but you would’ve never left if we were still together.”

When she reaches the door she presses her head against it.

“...I loved you. So much.”

She spent that night crying herself to sleep. Two days later you would leave the city, and Im Nayeon’s life.

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Here you go! I went with SFW

It’s old wisdom that humans fear that which they do not understand.

Indrid really hoped he would never learn the truth of that wisdom the hard way, but here he is. One misplaced attempt at aiding someone using his foresight and he’s been caught, blindfolded, and dumped in the middle of the vast Monongahela Forest.

He just wanted to help.

His foresight renders him less fearful than he’d otherwise be; he’ll be able to see threats coming and locate the resources he needs. If he takes his time, he might be able to use his visions to locate the nearest (friendly) village. And, like anyone who grew up near the woods, he knows how to hunt, fish, and forage. For someone who’s been left to die, he’s rather confident.

Still, it sting a little.

After a few moments of rightfully-earned self-pity, he buttons up his coat and starts the slow, halting journey towards safety.

Two days later, he’s pushing his way through branches and miserably pointing out to himself again and again that a town where everyone grew up with basic forest survival skills would exile one of their own somewhere that required high-level survival skills.

The topography and scenery is so disorienting that he may have better luck if he covered his eyes, spun around ten times, and chose his path from there. It’s a dense landscape of deep greens and browns with splashes of bright color that he’d no doubt enjoy were he not constantly snagging on branches or catching his toes on roots.

Worse, he’s had no luck catching food, and cannot for the life of him locate water. The fact it rained last night is the only reason he’s not dangerously dehydrated.

A sharp, high chirp draws his eye to the foot of a tree. Flapping sparsely feathered wings, a baby bird hops through the mud, her nest visible but unreachable. A meager meal, but a meal nonetheless.

Indrid scoops her into his palms, clambers into the lowest crook of the tree, and sets her back among her siblings.

His stomach chastises him the rest of the day, though the rest of his body rejoices when he finds a hollow in the base of a tree large enough for him to shelter within. From within the trunk, he spies vine sprawling across the ground, berries glinting in the light rain. Deep purple, meaning they’re Brambleberries.

The handful he shoves into his mouth brings tears to his eyes, even though they’re not the ripest. How else do you explain the bitterness chasing the sweetness down his throat.

Wait. Brambleberries don’t go purple until mid-summer. This is early spring. Which means those were-

“Chokeberries.” He curses himself, darting outside the tree once more, finger down his throat until his meal comes back up. Maybe he was fast enough.

His throat tightens in a prelude to closing. Sinking to his knees, gasping for air, he swears the ground vibrates with heavy steps. His eyes flutter close as he falls forward. As darkness slips over his eyes, he thinks it’s taking him a long time to hit the ground.

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Bitter metal on his tongue.

“Nnnnf” Eyes still shut, he pushes at whatever is holding the spoon and it’s vile contents in his mouth.

“None of that. You’re gonna need two more doses of this before that Chokeberry is outta your system, and they were hard enough to get into you when you were passed out. Swallow.”

He swallows.

A large hand pats his head, “There we go. I know, shit’s gross, but if you were fool enough to eat those berries, might stun some sense into you.”

Indrid sits up, rubbing his eyes, “I was delirious with hunger, forgive me for not remembering the exact seasons of fruits. Did you heal me only to insult me or-” his visions flicker back full force, revealing his host before he opens his eyes. He scrambles back, but instead of a wall or an edge he just finds a vast expanse of bed.

Watching him with an amused set to his lips is a man three heads taller and much bulkier than Indrid, dark hair streaked with grey-green moss, eyes the dark green of pine needles, and nails like treebark. He crosses arms tattooed with green, gold, and bronze swirls, waiting for Indrid to collect himself.

“A Leshen.”

“Yep.”

“Are...are you going to eat me?”

“What? No, I’m not gonna fuckin eat you. I don’t know which of my kind chowed down on humans but if I ever find out I’m gonna give ‘im a piece of my mind. Ain’t great to have people thinkin I’m a man-eater when the worst I done is throw a tree at someone.”

“That is still very alarming.”

The Leshen shrugs “I’m a forest guardian; I’m gonna guard.”

Indrid studies him, wary, drawing the covers up his chest without noticing.

“Look” the Leshen sighs, “I ain’t tryin to scare you. Hell, made myself the smallest I can so I could be all comfortin. Noticed you in the woods earlier today and kept an eye on you, since humans-”

“Don’t often come here, yes, I am aware. I was extremely, forcibly exiled into your part of the woods.”

Green eyes blink, “Huh. Well, point is it didn’t seem right to leave you there to die, so I brought you here. Chokeberry is real easy to undo, assumin you got the right herbs.”

“Thank you.” He doesn’t know what else to say. His foresight tells him the Leshens promise of no harm is true, but there are so many timelines for what he could say and how his host could respond that he freezes.

“You’re welcome. You got a name?”

“Indrid.”

“You oughta rest up more, Indrid. I’ll be back with the next dose in a bit.” His host steps out to the hall.

“Wait, do I, ah, get to know your name?”

“Duck.”

He snickers, replies to the raised eyebrow with, “Apologies, I expected something tree-related.”

Duck smiles, “It’s a nickname.”

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“What’s your plan?” Duck asks from across the breakfast table. The morning found Indrid well enough to walk and to eat without feeling ill, so he’s been perching awkwardly on a chair that’s too big for him as the Leshen makes plates of toast and eggs that don't come from any bird Indrid is familiar with.

“I, ah, I don’t really have one other than ‘avoid going home’.”

“You were just gonna wander around until you found a village? I hate to tell you this, but there ain’t one for at least fifty miles, and I’m guessin that’s the one you came from. They must’ve used and enter to navigate here, because this part of the woods is hostile to travel by design.”

“Yours?” Indrid sips his tea, face to hide his distaste for its bitterness.

“Yep.” Duck slides a jar over to him, it’s copper lid revealing sugar cubes within, “Don’t much feel like runnin into humans every damn day, and it means that even as y’all sprawl out more and more, there are parts of this wood that stay wild.”

“I appreciate the sentiment, but it does little to improve my situation. Unless…” he bites his lip.

“Unless?”

“Unless I could stay here. I’m not bad company, and I have some skills which could-”

“No” Duck shakes his head, “savin you is one thing, takin you on as a roommate is all whole other kettle of fish.”

“Ah. Right. Of course.” He sips his tea, reflection crestfallen. Maybe he’ll just finish this and then go back to sleep.

Duck sighs, expression one of someone who already regrets the offer he’s about to make, “You can stay here for a month. After that, I’ll get you as close to a safe village as I can, and you’re on your own. Deal?”

Indrid grins, appetite returning in full, “Deal.”

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Duck has a good guess as to what’s making all the scratching and clanging in his kitchen, but it’s still a surprise to see Indrid moving from counters to chairs doubling as stools to tend a pot that he can barely peer into.

The human’s gotten nimble over the last week and a half, thanks to his routine attempts to help Duck around the house. Everything is scaled to Duck’s smallest possible form, but that still leaves Indrid at a disadvantage.

He’d be more inclined to help him if it wasn’t so obvious that his help is a ploy to convince Duck to let him stay. Look, he feels bad for the guy, but humans don’t have a great track record with his kind and he generally likes his peace and quiet out in the woods. He also notices that, left to his own devices, Indrid is messy. The area around the couch he uses as a bed is strewn drawings and unfolded clothes that Duck conjured up. Which means this is about Ducks favor, not a commitment to household cleanliness.

That’s not to say having Indrid around has been unpleasant; the human is good company but also understands Ducks' need for space. He’s odd, and even though the foresight was the given reason, Duck suspects his fellow villagers would have found reason to exile him regardless. Indrid even said that living with Duck was the happiest he’d felt in some time. That wasn’t a ploy; Indrid is prone to saying unnerving statements without registering them. Thorns pricked Duck’s heart when he heard it and, that night, when Indrid fell asleep on the bed during their conversation about deer, he didn’t move him. Just brushed the white hair from his eyes and laid down a respectful distance away.

“Oh! We’re in the timeline when you’re early.” Indrid waves distractedly as he wrestles open a jar, “I checked on you during the day through my visions and it looked as though you got drenched, so I thought something warm was in order.”

He’s smiling, and Duck’s gaze lingers long enough to see there’s no trickery in it. Yeah, being a forest spirit means storms are refreshing more than freezing, but the one today was so relentless he felt like it was eroding him away.

“Thanks, Indrid. I’ll join you in a sec.”

The next morning, before he leaves he forms some nearby stumps into a proper step-stool, and transmogrifies the minerals of the earth into a solid set of human sized pots and pans.

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“I know you’re there, Duck. I may not have eyes in the trees, but I do have visions that tell me when someone is dithering about coming to speak with me.” Indrid smiles, checking the fishing pole he’s dug into the shore. He feels rather than hears Duck approach; in spite of his size, the Leshen moves through the woods more softly than a butterfly.

“Guess those visions do make you harder to spy on than the average human.”

“A not at all creepy statement.” Indrid teases, then tips over when Duck playfully shoves him.

“Shit, sorry.”

“It’s alright” he brushes off his arm, “the sand is nice and warm.” He picks up his sketchbook (stray pieces of paper sewn together) and pens (Duck turned flowers, fruit, leaves, and wood into them until Indrid had every color) and continues drawing. Half the reason he likes fishing is that he can draw futures (and for his own pleasure) while he does it. The other half is that he doesn’t want Duck to view him as a parasite in his home. Yes, for the first week, he did everything he could to demonstrate that he would make an excellent addition to the house made of twisting trunks and mossy floors.

Now, though, he just wants to enjoy his time with Duck, even if that means not tidying constantly or cooking every meal. He hopes Duck enjoys it too, regardless of whether he lets Indrid stay. The Leshen is lonely, even if it only comes through on those days when his voice is like the wind through a weather-beaten log. Indrid wishes he knew how to assuage it, but a month is not long enough to learn such things.

He’s slept in Duck’s bed these last three nights. It’s not purposeful, Duck is just so interesting to talk with and Indrid will lose sight of the time, will slump sideways and mumble that he ought to turn in, and then wake up in the early hours atop his host. It didn’t occur to him until this morning that Duck does that to keep Indrid from being uncomfortably squashed by his larger bedmate. And that Duck chooses to do that rather than carry Indrid to his own bed.

“Hey, uh, ‘Drid?” Duck’s voice brings him back to the riverside, “would you, uh, wanna come with me on my rounds sometimes? Might be some nice things to draw, and that foresight of yours could be real helpful with some of the stuff I need to keep an eye on.”

His host looks nervous until Indrid nods, “I would be honored.”

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Never has the folding of clothes made him so miserable. Yet still he tucks the garments into the large-but-manageable rucksack Duck gave him, placing his sketchpad safely between the layers of fabric.

“Weather oughta be good tomorrow.” His visions show Duck behind him, rubbing the back of his neck. He’s going to miss that voice, the way leaves rustle underneath the drawl.

“That’s good.” He pulls the ties on his rucksack, sets at the end of the couch but doesn’t turn around.

“I’d, uh, say you’re welcome to visit but, uh, well, you know how fuckin hard this place is to find.”

“Mmmm.” Indrid wants him to go, wants him to be brusque or happy, not awkwardly fond in a way that gives false hope of shared affection.

“‘Drid there’s, there’s somethin I wanna, that is I’m thinkin...aw, fuck it.”

Indrid yelps as arms nearly as big around as he is scoop him up. Duck’s lifted him to examine flowers or see over trees, but the hugging is new.

“Duck?” Carefully, he drapes his arms over his shoulders.

“Don’t go.”

“I don’t want to.” Duck always smells faintly of pine needles and green wood, and Indrid buries his face in his neck, inhaling in hopes of remembering it forever.

“Then stay. I changed my mind, ‘Drid, life is so much better with you around.”

“Okay” Indrid can’t get his voice above a whisper; this wasn’t in the timelines, which means Duck changed his mind at the literal last moment.

“Really? You wanna stay?” Duck shifts him back, Indrid functionally sitting on his forearm with his legs half wrapped around his chest.

The seer summons his courage, finds it lacking, and so closes his eyes before going in for a kiss. His lips find Duck’s cheek until a firm hand cups the back of his head, guiding their mouths together. At this size, their mouths are compatible even as Indrid remains pleasantly dwarfed. Duck breaks the kiss first but Indrid, hell-bent on making up for lost time, continues kissing his face until they’re both laughing.

Duck kisses his forehead, “I’m gonna take that as a yes.”

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Misunderstanding (Giyuu X Reader)

Im back with a new kny fic... finally... This is for everyone who requested Giyuu!!! Sorry but I altered the request a bit, I hope you dont mind!

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You didn't like Tomioka Giyuu. He only speaks to nag at you, to point out your mistakes.

"Are you listening to me?" Tomioka asks, in that soft, velvet smooth voice of his. A long finger taps a point on the page sharply. "You’ve filled this report wrongly. Please redo it." Ice blue eyes bore into yours as he peers down his elegant nose at you.

You glance at the report you’d only just submitted in his hand. He was so nosy. It wasn't even his business to check your reports, he just started doing it out of the blue. He cited something about it being a senior teacher's job to review a new hire's work before it reaches the principal.

In your opinion, he takes it way too far. He even leans over your shoulder to point out things on your computer screen, icy blues flickering to you whenever he speaks, as if checking if you're truly listening. Give me some space!

Tomioka Giyuu only ever speaks about work. He never goes to lunch with anyone, never makes small talk, never misses a work submission. He never tones down his 'upstanding teacher' persona.

You have long wondered. Is he like that even on weekends? So cold, so restrained, so.. Tomioka Giyuu?

You see him once for yourself, on a Saturday run to a convenience store.

He's crouched near a gutter dressed in a ratty old tshirt that looks barely any more presentable than his tracksuit. He's wildly flailing a soggy piece of canned anchovy at an obviously disdainful tabby cat.

Perhaps its the need to annoy him, perhaps its just morbid curiosity, but you wander over.

"It doesn't seem to like you," you comment idly. He looks up, and his eyes are clear as the blue skies. He says nothing.

You crouch down beside him, beckoning over the stray cat.

"It does," Tomioka says, out of the blue. "I've fed it before."

You snorted, not quite believing him. You manage to pat a little of the cat's fur after scooting closer. The creature hisses, clearly offended.

It extends its small paw, ready to scratch and punish you for your hubris. Tomioka moves faster.

Catching your wrist he tugs you none too gently out of harms way. His hand is large and impossibly warm. His eyes are blue as ice.

"You'll get hurt," he says, like its a fact. Unintentionally you bristle, flushing in annoyance.

You pull your arm out of his grip, and without another word, you continue your walk to the store.

Cold blue eyes watch you go.

…

Tomioka Giyuu eats his lunches alone. But today, so do you. Your only other friends in the staff room were off campus for a course, leaving you to pick at your cafeteria ramen alone.

You look up at the gentle sound of someone moving into the seat in front of you. Tomioka gives you his signature flat look, as he sits, ramrod straight in the chair, looking all at once highly picturesque and incredibly uncomfortable.

Before you can ask him what he wants, he places his bento box on the table with a thump. "You're eating alone."

It's not a question. You assent to it anyway, telling him that the other teachers were busy. You trail off as you talk, uncertain if he's even listening. Tomioka Giyuu's silence never fails to make you feel like you talk too much.

As you shut yourself up awkwardly, he turns to you, eyes questioning. You squirm uncomfortably under his gaze, breaking eye contact to prod at your cooling noodles.

The silence drags on, punctuated by the soft sound of Tomioka unpacking his lunch. You had nearly brought a mouthful of noodles to your lips before a flash of yellow intruded its way into your vision. It was a bulging roll of egg, held delicately by worn wooden chopsticks, suspended inches from your face.

You meet Tomioka's unflinching gaze as he holds the egg up to you.

"Have some egg," he murmurs, like this was all completely normal. "It's good," he adds when you don't move.

Tentatively, you drop your noodles back into your bowl and take the egg, chopsticks clacking against his. You thank him, voice coming out soft and uncertain, but he nods resolutely at it and watches you intently as you lifted it to your lips.

He was right, it was good. You tell him as such and his lips quirk into a tiny approximation of a smile that leaves you strangely breathless with shock. Wholly oblivious to your reaction, he resumes eating his food in complete silence, and after a little more staring to confirm that he wasn't going to turn to you again, you go back to your own food.

The next time you speak to Tomioka Giyuu, its over his desk near the end of the day, as he reviews your work. You could feel the grimace, painting your face as you stood there, waiting for the inevitable scolding you were sure to get.

Tomioka shuffles the papers in his hand, peering at you over the top of them, eyes a stormy blue under the office's dingy fluorescent lights. Its an intense gaze, making you shiver.

"Well done," he says, still staring intently at you. "I can tell you've really improved."

You blink in shock at that, wondering if you've misheard him. At your lack of response, Kanroji Mitsuri manages to sidle in behind you, beaming.

"Isn't that wonderful, (Y/N)? You're getting the hang of the work now!" Kanroji smiles, smacking you reassuringly in the back with a bit too much force, pitching you forward.

You catch a glimpse of Tomioka's raised eyebrows before his hands are on your shoulders, steadying you, and your papers are scattered on the ground. You're deaf to Kanroji's frantic apologies as she bustles around you and Tomioka's feet, gathering up the papers.

Tomioka was too close. At this distance, there was nothing to distract you from the blue of his eyes, the regal incline of his nose, or his soft lips, parted slightly in concern.

You shook yourself out of your daze quickly, leaning back out of his grasp with a barely muttered thanks.

Glancing away, you accept the papers back from an apologetic Kanroji, unable to meet Tomioka's eyes again as you feel his stare bare into you.

"Are you okay?" Tomioka asks, softly.

Not looking back, and cursing your sudden bout of shyness, you nod quickly, giving him a hurried thanks for his concern. Quickly, you turn to shuffle back to your desk, lying to both of them about having to leave soon, just to escape the awkward vibe in the room.

…

The next day brings no respite from the strange turn your relationship with Tomioka Giyuu has gotten to. In fact, its only gotten stranger.

Tomioka had sat himself again in front of you at lunch, this time looking strangely pleased at the arrangement, even as you sent him obvious looks of confusion over this. Your discomfort with the situation went completely unnoticed by even the other teachers at the table. In fact, Kanroji and Kochou Kanae looked completely at ease with Tomioka's presence, as if he sat with you guys every single day of the week. As if he hadn't spent the last three months of your working there, eating all alone in the sanctity of his office desk so far.

Today he offers you an entire egg roll, pristine and looking absolutely delicious, which he hands over to you almost reverently, perching it atop your bowl of white rice. Tomioka ignores your look of confusion, accepting your thanks with dignified stride, blue eyes sparkling with an unreadable emotion.

Your own dry school cafeteria issued saba fish goes forgotten as you tuck into your surprising prize, eating with far too much gusto to fake disinterest in the gesture. Beside you, Kanroji and Kochou share a giggle at your expense, watching this unfold with glee. They turn down your offers to share, and that was enough to send you into a suspicious tilt. Kanroji never turns down food.

You look between them and Tomioka, trying to discern if there was something happening here that was escaping your notice. But Tomioka says nothing, tucking into his food at last, and neither do the girls, although they won’t stop giggling over it.

If it annoys you, you don’t say it. You’re too busy peeking over at Tomioka over the rim of your bowl, watching as he smiles contentedly into his salmon soup.

…

The train station was as busy as ever when you reach it, and you walked quickly along with the flow of people, careful to avoid any stray elbows as you went.

In your insistence to avoid bumping into anyone, you walked straight into a path of an energetic looking man, his clipboard blocking you from moving past him. Dressed in the gaudy red shirt of an insurance agent, you had a moment to realise your folly before the man started his spiel.

“Miss! How are you! May I have a moment of your time?” he asked, a forced, smarmy grin pulling at his face. You started, darting away to avoid eye contact and trying unsuccessfully to walk around him.

“Please,” he says, and there’s a hint of desperation under that cheery candour that makes you feel just as guilty as you are uncomfortable to hear his sales pitch. “It won’t take but a moment! I just want to tell you about our latest insurance plans, perfect for a working adult like yourself! Why don’t you come to our booth over there to hear more?”

His hand shoots out to grab your wrist in a vice like grip, preventing your further attempts to shy away.

You had never been good at telling people no, and this time was no different. You squirmed uncomfortably trying to find the politest way out of this situation, twisting your hand this way and that, unable to shake off the iron grip of the agent as he continued to talk, unperturbed.

All of a sudden, the man's unnervingly cheerful speech cut right off, as a heavy hand descended upon his shoulder with an audible thump.

From behind him, you could hear a chillingly curt voice speak out, low and dangerous. "I think she isn't interested in what you're selling. Let her go."

Peering past the agent's shoulder, you were met with the steely blues of the one and only Tomioka, his glare, usually so blank, pointed enough to cut glass. A thrill of emotion you can't quite place raced through you. Was it relief to see him come to your aid? Or was it admiration to see him stand up for someone like that? You've certainly never seen him look so... Authoritative.

It was kind of hot.

You tried to immediately banish that thought.

The agent faltered; his eyebrows raised in shock at Tomioka's sudden appearance. If you didn't know better, you'd think he looked scared.

"Leave her alone," Tomioka repeated, his hand squeezing down slightly on the agent's shoulder, causing him to squeak.

"Of course, of course!" the man blubbered, his smarmy grin sliding off to reveal a horrified, placating smile, "my mistake! You uh have a good day now miss, and uh sir!"

Noticing that he'd let your wrist go, Tomioka released the man from his grasp. He wasted no time in scampering off immediately, not even daring to look back at either of you.

You shuffled on the spot awkwardly, looking at your shoes before tentatively looking up to meet Tomioka's gaze. You were surprised to find that the harsh look in his eyes was gone. He looked at you gently, eyebrows just so slightly down turned, as if he was distressed.

"Are you okay?" he asked, voice low and gentle.

You nodded fervently, feeling more than a little silly all of a sudden. It felt like you keep running into him in the strangest situations recently. It was actually getting a bit embarrassing that he had to help you out so often. "Sorry, you're always having to help me out."

Tomioka's eyes widened inestimably. It was slight enough for a stranger not to notice, and you were surprised you did. You were shocked at how in tune you were getting to his emotions, as vastly difficult as they can be to discern.

"You don't have to apologise. It’s not your fault," he says, still looking a bit taken aback.

"Still," you mutter, wondering at the nagging feeling in your chest, and how much of that you can blame on Tomioka, and how much you can blame on yourself. "You help me at work, and now even outside of work, I just-" you stopped to take a breath.

When Tomioka sensed that you weren't about to continue, he hummed softly. "I don’t think I'm much help. But I don't mind it either way."

"I'm sorry," you repeated, and what you were apologising for, you didn't even know.

Tomioka bowed his head at you, concerned. "Its fine. I like helping you."

The words were so kind, and his gaze was so gentle that you felt your heart clench tightly. A foreign feeling swelled in your chest, and you were far too tired to make any sense of it.

"Why?" you asked, voice coming out strained and choked. Why was he always barging into your business? Why did he care? "Why would you care about me? I can't do anything right, you've said so yourself."

Tomioka's brow furrowed slightly and you hated how well you knew his face to tell. "When did I ever say that?"

"You think that," you shoot back without thinking. It was like a dam had burst in you, and all your bottled emotions and stress that had been stewing in you was leaking out. "You're always telling me that my work isn't good enough, that I'm not good enough. Every single time I hand anything to you, you have something to nit-pick! So, isn't that what you think? That- that I'm useless." you stutter, breaking his gaze to stare angrily at his shoes.

"That," Tomioka said sharply, "is not true."

At the sudden change in tone you glanced up, and was surprised to see his gaze dark, his blue eyes stormy, full lips set into a thin grim line. He looked angry.

Distantly you thought that you were seeing more emotion from him in these ten minutes than you've had from him all year.

"I was never trying to put you down," Tomioka says, and his voice is uncharacteristically loud and sharp, betraying his mood like never before. "I wanted to help you improve. And you always do. You are a tireless worker, and a dedicated teacher. You have so much potential that me, and everyone else can see."

You blink at him, struck completely dumb by his sudden tirade.

"Stop saying such negative things about yourself. It helps no one, much less yourself, to put yourself down like that. You work hard, and take criticism into stride. You never make the same mistake twice, and you're always improving. I-" he faltered, as if recollecting himself and remembering that he was in public. He pauses and you wait for him to continue, watching him with bated breath.

The next time he speaks, his voice is calm and soft as it always had been. "I've always admired that about you."

The people in the busy station rush around the two of you, leaving you both in a small cocoon of silence, the sort of surreal privacy one can only find in a crowd.

It takes you a moment to process his words, his praises and his emotions, as raw as you've ever seen it from him. Tomioka doesn't seem to mind, waiting patiently as you try to get your thoughts in order.

You couldn't remember why you'd ever think he was cold.

He appeared apathetic and uncaring, but with a sudden clarity you realised that with Tomioka, it was the little things that counted. The small acts of kindness and concern that he bestowed on you. What he avoided saying in words, he made up for in his actions, and in his careful observations, a kind of calm collected sweetness that before tonight, you may have never realised. You knew full well he wouldn't have minded even if you never did. He would just go on, being quietly kind, and being unjustly hated by you.

You felt like a complete jackass.

The realisation made your tumultuous emotions overflow, and with a choked cry, you could feel your eyes tearing up.

Tomioka gasped audibly at your tears, hands shooting forward as if to shield you from your own sadness. Wavering, he shoved them back into his coat, pulling out a packet of tissues. He held the tissues out, motioning as if to dab at your cheeks before changing his mind and instead holding them out to you desperately. You sniffed, rather amused by his frantic antics despite it all, accepting the wad of tissues gratefully.

"I'm..." Tomioka gaped, staring at you. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry."

"It's fine," you blubber, dabbing at your eyes and feeling simultaneously incredibly foolish and amused. "I'm not crying because of you."

"Oh," he murmurs, eyes never leaving yours. "Then, are you tired? Are you hurt anywhere?"

You shake your head, still unable to stop your sudden unreasonable bout of tears.

Tomioka tried again. "Do you want to sit down?"

You nod, and Tomioka gently gathers you in his arms, ushering you to a nearby bench. The other commuters take one look at your crying face and try to stay clear out of the way, providing the both of you with a wide enough berth to get to the bench unhindered.

You settle down beside Tomioka, and sit in silence while he gently pats your back, still looking very confused but not asking you any questions, for which you're grateful for.

"I'm sorry," you repeat, once your tears have blissfully made way for slight hiccups, allowing you to speak again.

"What for?"

"For not noticing sooner," you wave a hand around for emphasis.

Tomioka tilts his head, and you have to work hard not to smile at the cute gesture. "That we're in public?"

"What? No. I mean about how nice you always are to me."

"Oh," Tomioka says, his expression betraying nothing, although a slight blush that dusts his cheeks suggest otherwise. "It's nothing special."

"You even give me food on the regular."

"You... Looked a bit sad," murmured Tomioka, blue eyes swimming with sincerity. "Kanroji mentioned that food is the best way to cheer someone up."

You gave him a shaky smile. "She's right."

Tomioka smiles at you, stunning you immediately to silence. "I'm glad to hear that."

You couldn't help a blush of your own, and could feel it burning across your cheeks as you watched him smile serenely at you, his already unreasonably handsome face becoming near blinding.

Thinking to get out of that powerful gaze, and also maybe hoping to push your luck to its limits, you shift closer, wrapping your arms around him and tucking your face into his shoulder.

You feel him stiffen under your touch and you pause worriedly wondering if you should pull back. But in the next second you feel warm arms coming to rest around you pulling you in closer.

The blush on your face was well and truly threatening to burn your skin right off.

You feel soft lips press itself to the top of your head, lingering longer than necessary, and leaving your skin tingling in its wake. You part slightly and meet Tomioka's gaze straight on, at the joy dancing in his cerulean blue eyes and the curve of his full lips.

And for the first time in a while, you think that everything's going to be okay.

#kny x reader #giyuu x reader #giyuu tomioka x reader #kny imagines #kny #tomioka giyu #tomioka #Kimetsu no Yaiba #im gonna miss kny when its over guys :((#also giyuu with his new hair can like.. get it

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hanadolphieron · 3 years

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lunar artist!yeojin; chapter one~

warnings; none

genre; sci-fi, strangers to lovers, fluff, slight angst

pairing; im yeojin x gender neutral!reader

word count; 1.4k

summary; your small crater town on the moon was rarely visited. one day, artist!yeojin travels all the way from mars to paint the serene, wistful scenery of your planet.

staring out into the sparkling abyss beneath you is a favorite past-time of yours. something about floating a few inches above the dusty, grey surface of the moon and looking out at the endless glittering fireballs surrounding all that you can see appeals to the deep lunar being inside you.

sometimes it even feels as if you were born here.

your family was from neptune, a planet known for its imaginative artists with striking, green eyes that see more colors than any other species.

after you finished your first section of schooling, you moved to your current planet, the moon, as fast as possible. the dreary serenity of the planet had always piqued your interest. it was perfect for a budding writer like you.

and normally, you don’t find yourself regretting the decision to move.

but today is different. the small crater you call home is far-off from the large civilizations. upon your first meeting with the small floating cottage, you felt more inspired than you ever had before! the place seemed full of life, even in the gloomy atmosphere of the moon.

now, instead of new ideas and an enhanced imagination, you are left with exasperation at the bleak nothingness surrounding you.

however, apparently it was time for a change.

you felt the air and gravity messing around behind you. after four years on the moon, you knew what this meant- someone was coming.

glancing behind you, you saw arguably the most beautiful being you had ever laid your eyes upon.

her auburn hair was choppy, and bangs laid haphazardly across her face, like she’d just been caught up in a gust of wind. with a shake of her head to maneuver her hair back into place, you caught sight of a sigil painted across her forehead. the red symbol was a circle, with an arrow coming out of it, pointing north-east.

you recognized this emblem as a representation of mars. surprising, considering the tension between the moon and mars. history hadn’t been the nicest to the two of your planets, and there was always a struggle for food and wealth, which had caused your civilizations to prey on each other for as many resources as possible, in order to prosper off each other’s loss.

the girl continued towards you. her dark eyes surrounded by shimmering, golden glitter that was now visible enchanted you as she gradually got closer.

you stared back.

she wasn’t the tallest, most marsians weren’t, but her presence was overwhelming. it felt like a red storm was flying towards you, leaving stormy chaos in its wake.

once the girl was a few feet away form you, slightly hovering above ground, she asked, “can i paint you?”

finally noticing the art set filled with a fluorescent silver palette, you realized who she was- a marsian artist.

artists were scarce in the marsian society, most citizens pursued a career in mining or as warriors, but a few yahoos broke away and followed other paths.

“why?” you ask.

“i came here to illustrate the people of this planet, but it seems its almost completely barren. you’re the first being i’ve seen.”

she sits down, not waiting for an answer from you.

you’re a little awkward at this point. aggressive behavior isn’t a something you’re used to, and it throws you off guard. rolling your shoulders back a bit, you shift around, wondering how she’s going to paint you.

“what’s your name?” the girl says, almost accusingly. man, these marsians have a jarring way of speaking.

“y/n. you?” your softer, serene voice floats toward her.

“yeojin,” she says, slamming her painting utensils onto the ground. they hover a few inches above the surface, like all other things.

her upper lip pulls up and she growls at it.

weird, you think, and giggle.

“what do you do here? as a job.”

“i’m a journalist.”

“as you can see, i’m unemployed,” comes her response, and she grins at you.

your lips set into an easy half-smile, “wish this planet had more people, seems as if the war never ended. it’s been a century and we’re still suffering from a lack of people. this town used to be the hype-house of the lunar system, everyone wanted to live here, sphere-home prices were sky-rocketing, trade with the other galaxies was better than it ever was before, and now,” you gesture around to the nothingness, “it’s all gone.”

she stares. what is up with these marsians? no sense of social cues.

“hmm. this whole galaxy is in ruins. back home, we must be behind a decade in technology. power goes out frequently. food stores are running out. the government is eating up our money. we don’t know where it goes.”

you sigh, looking out at the stars.

“sounds like we’re both the only sane ones in this insane world”

“yeah,” yeojin nods, dipping her brush into a can of snowflakey gray paint.

you don’t notice her starting to paint. as you wrap your arms around your legs and tuck your knees into your chest, a lunar frog hops by. you call it over. it flops over to you, its speckled coat shining and reflecting the light given off by the distant sun, and sniffs at your outstretched finger.

“hi jerry,” you say, giving the amphibian a lazy smile.

“is that its name?” yeojin says, sounding surprised.

“no, i just like to name animals, you know? gives them more meaning- i feel like we don’t appreciate the little things in life enough, always rushing about, never stopping and smelling the flowers.”

“you live in a planet without oxygen. flowers don’t exist here” comes yeojin’s deadpan response.

“good point,” you say, giggling a bit. normally you’re not as smiley as this; your face is always stagnant, deep-set eyes staring blankly at the world. must be the social interaction that you’ve been craving for so long.

the frog licks your pinkie, making you shriek in happiness and fright at the same time. the frog is terrified by your loud exclamation, and bounds away as fast as possible.

“dang,” you say.

you look over at yeojin. she’s studying you intently. “i didn’t know lunar beings like you cursed.”

“dang is not a curse you eggshell,” you say lightheartedly, reaching out to smack her on the shoulder.

her tough skin doesn’t even move, and yeojin laughs at you. she puts her paintbrush down and tackles you. not used to physical contact this early, (you haven’t even learned 80% of her weaknesses yet! that’s a crime lunar society!) you try to flail around, but she has you pinned to the ground.

you have no idea how she defeated gravity like that, by pure force you guess, i mean the ground probably didn’t even bat an eye with how confidently she hovered over you.

you gain control of your limbs again after freezing for a hot second, and shove at her shoulders.

she doesn’t budge. these marsians live up to their prstince, atheltic reputation.

laughing, yeojin lets you up, grabbing your wrist and pulling you forward. you’re surprised again, and stumble forward into her chest.

gasping at the utter clicheness of this whole moment, you pull away and unfold into a standing position (which is like seven feet tall, neptunians are known to be massive.)

you realize that when upright, you stand a good two feet taller than yeojin, and now feel incredibly gangly. she glares up at you.

“sit down and stop being so tall,” she says grumpily, reaching down to pack up her stuff.

you do as she says and plop onto the surface-air.

seeing her putting all her supplies up, now seemingly in a hurry, you inquire, “where are you going?”

“i’m set to be back home around 17:33. right now it’s 17:30,” yeojin says, deflty throwing all her paints into a case. (you wonder how she’s not breaking them with how aggressive she is.)

“how are you going to get back so fast?” you ask her, curious and surprised beyond belief.

“you’ll see,” yeojin says, walking away at a fast pace.

“wait!” you yell after her, not wanting to lose her after such a short time together.

she keeps walking.

you get up, rushing after her. somehow, her stubby legs move faster than your massive ones, and she stays in front of you.

she turns around, staring at you, stormy eyed. fear graces her pupils,

“catch you later. i’ll be back soon,” yeojin says through gritted teeth. she doesn’t seem offended by anything you said or did, and disappointment in, herself? is written all over her face. you have no clue why she’s leaving, and neptunians are supposed to be good at this intuition stuff!

“wa- don’t go yet!” you exclaim, panicking at this point.

a cloud of dust envelops her, and she disappears.

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