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amysteryspot · 4 years

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Better With You - Thomas Shelby x Female Reader

Request: If you can could you please do one about Tommy having a sort of possessive claim over you (not in an abusive way of course) even though you’ve never looked at him in that way, and when Michael comes into the family again you two get close, which makes Tommy extremely jealous.

Requested by: Anonymous

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Female Reader

Summary: Thomas has known (Y/N) for all of her life and loved her for most part of his, always disguising his claim on her as friendly protectiveness. What happens when Michael makes his way back into the family and starts to get a little too close to her for Tommy’s liking?

Warnings: swearing, mentions of war, mild smut (?).

Word Count: 3526

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this. Hope you all have fun reading it too. An especial thank to @the-friendly-editor for helping me edit this, it meant a lot to me. Tags are at the end of the post, if you want to be add send me a message. I would love to hear what you think of it, your feedback is always appreciated.

Things you should consider before reading this:

1. I named the Shelby’s mother Anastasia because I felt like I needed to do that. Also, I know that there is a lot of discussion about Finn and the rest of the Shelbys having the same mother or not. I just assumed that they all have the same mother and she died a little after giving birth to Finn. It is not something groundbreaking for the fic but I wanted to clarify just in case.

2. The boys went to war right at the beginning of it; I just ignored the information given to us by “The Ballad of Tommy Shelby”.

3. I probably forgot to warn you about something, I’m sorry.

(Y/N) = Your Name | (Y/N/N) = Your Nickname | (Y/L/N) = Your Last Name | (Y/E/C) = Your Eye Color

If you asked Tommy how long he had known (Y/N) (Y/L/N), he wouldn’t know how to answer—fuck, it seemed like the woman had been in his life forever.

He remembered the day his mother had brought him to the (Y/L/N)’s house for them to meet the new baby. Four-year-old Tommy had complained all the way to their neighbor’s house, much to his older brother’s amusement, until their mother had given him a scolding. (Y/N)’s birth had been the talk of Watery Lane. They finally had a sweet little girl for the neighborhood to dote on.

With two sons, Anastasia was more than happy to welcome the little girl into their lives, not so secretly longing to have a daughter, and that was the reason for Tommy to be fussing over going to see the newborn—jealousy.

However, nothing could have prepared little Tommy for what was about to happen when his mother sat him down on the couch and Mrs. (Y/L/N) put the bundle of covers in his arms—his icy blue eyes stared down at baby (Y/N), who stopped crying instantly when she looked up at him with bright (Y/E/C) eyes of her own. From that moment on, Tommy knew that he would always love her.

And love her he did, since that day and throughout all of their lives. He would raise hell at home for his mother to bring him to the (Y/L/N)’s home so he could see (Y/N), and the three adults would all be astonished at how easily the baby would stop crying when she was in his arms. It wasn’t really a surprise that the first word she babbled was “Tom” or that when she started walking, on wobbly feet, it was Tommy she was seeking.

As they grew up, they grew closer, until it became almost impossible to have one without the other. When Ada was born, Tommy was worried about the possibility that (Y/N) would forget about him, that she would be too enchanted by having another girl around. Instead, as the time passed, he discovered that his little sister was one more reason for (Y/N) to spend more time at the Shelby home.

Even when he started messing around with the boys on the street, and she befriended other girls at school, they would still seek each other out whenever they could. They stuck together when their teenage years came, when Tommy started fooling around with girls from school and secretly scaring down most of the boys that showed any interest in (Y/N).

At least, he did until the day she came crying to him about not being good enough or pretty enough for anybody, not like the girls he would go out with, and breaking his heart; that certainly wasn’t what he had in mind when chasing down the boys. All he had wanted was to protect her, to make sure that she wouldn’t exchange him for some other boy. He wanted to ensure that she was his and his only.

That was actually the reason that led to their first kiss—her first kiss—(Y/N/N) had asked him, pleaded with him, through all the tears to just kiss her and get it done. Fifteen-year-old (Y/N) was sure that nobody would ever want her, and she wanted to experience it at least once. She told Tommy he was the only one she trusted with the task.

“It will mean nothing to you, Tom. You have kissed a million other girls already—I will just be another one for you—but it’s important to me. Please, Tom? Please, please.”

Her pleas had won him over, but (Y/N)’s words couldn’t have been further from the truth—the kiss had meant something for him. It had meant more than he predicted when he gave in to her begging, because the moment their lips touched, Tommy realized he was in love with his best friend and the worst part was that she didn’t had a fucking clue about it.

Then Tommy did what he did best; he pretended that it never happened, pushing it away and never talking to anyone about the kiss or his feelings. He stopped chasing down the boys who would show interest in (Y/N) and watched as she eventually started going out with some of them, laughing with him about how stupid she was to think that no one would ever like her.

When her first boyfriend got too handsy and she broke up with him—not before giving him a good left hook that left him with a very black eye, just like Tommy had taught her—(Y/N) had gone straight to the Shelby home, looking for comfort in his arms. Tommy pretended that the gnawing feeling in his chest was nothing but brotherly protectiveness instead of anger, jealousy and possessiveness—a destructive combination, especially on a Shelby boy.

(Y/N) had stayed with him that night, and the both of them slept together like they used to when they were kids. First thing in the morning the next day, right after he left her at her own house, he found her now ex-boyfriend and beat him up. Arthur and Freddie had to get him off of the guy, afraid of what he would end up doing if they didn’t stop him.

After that, Tommy had focused on channeling his frustrations into going out with every girl in town that wasn’t her. It wasn’t difficult, he was good looking and charming and he was very aware of it; that’s how he met Greta, and thought that he could get over his feelings for his best friend with her.

Greta’s parents were against their involvement at first, but he charmed them, so they started dating. His heart broke down when (Y/N) found out and showed genuine happiness for him having finally found somebody to settle down with.

Tommy’s plan was to end things between them. However, Greta fell ill and he didn’t have the heart to break up with her, so he stayed by her side until she passed. (Y/N) gave him support in the only way she knew how: by loving him.

Just not in the way he wanted her to.

When they thought that things would go back to normal, the War exploded and Tommy did the only thing he considered right in his eyes: he enlisted alongside his brothers. Their first fight had taken place on the night he told her he was leaving for France in two weeks. (Y/N) had hit and screamed at him until he was able to take a hold on her and then, then she cried in his arms the whole night, afraid that she would lose him forever.

They did the best they could with those two weeks. Once more, nothing could have prepared Tommy for (Y/N)’s appeal the night before he was shipping to France. She had come to him right after dinner. Her father was preparing himself to leave, too, and both of the (Y/L/N) women were enjoying whatever time they had left with him before he was gone.

As they both laid there in his bed, resting in each other’s arms and staring at the ceiling, (Y/N) made the decision that would seal his fate if he could survive the war.

“Make love to me.”

It wasn’t a question, nor a request—she was simply telling him to make love to her like this was the most logical thing in the world. His breath caught in his throat, preventing him from answering at first, and (Y/N/N) took that as a cue to reassure him.

“It will be like my first kiss, Tommy, just something I have to get over with. I want it to be you. I trust you. Let me give you at least one last good memory of me before you go.”

Again, he caved in, not needing much more convincing than the certainty in her eyes as she looked down at him, propped up on one elbow. Her hand rested unintentionally above his heart. Granting her wishes, he let himself dive into his own desires, touching her the way he had wanted since they had kissed for the first time.

He worked her body like a delicate instrument and pulled at her strings smoothly, engraving every beautiful sound that he coaxed out of her and the feel of her under his fingertips in his memory. When morning came, they were still a mess of limbs intertwined together, trying to hold on to a last thread of hope and imprint the last few hours on their memories.

In a way, (Y/N) was right. The boy that entered that train in 1914 wasn’t the same that got out of it in 1918. Yet, his love for her never faltered; it just became a tad more… dangerous.

Thomas lost count of how many letters they had exchanged during the past four years. He lost count of how many times he dreamt of her, of coming back home and telling her how he felt. However, any courage he had gathered vanished the moment he saw her waiting for him at the train station. He couldn’t condemn her to a life by his side, he had already taken enough from her.

Polly had told him in her letters how (Y/N/N) had helped her with the business, with the house, with Finn, and with any other thing she could. Especially after her mother, who had given up on life after Mr. (Y/L/N) was killed in combat, passed. A part of him felt guilty for not being there for her as much as she was for him when his mother passed and his father left.

“She’s a Shelby now.”

That’s what Polly had said when he asked her if (Y/N) had any remaining family.

Not much changed when they returned. (Y/N/N) still worked with them. She spent more time at the Shelby home and the gambling den than at her own place. The two of them still sought each other out, not talking much, but enjoying each other’s company. It was in those quiet moments with her that Tommy had a little peace.

Thomas drowned himself in work to forget it all, wanting to expand the business, unleashing his ambitions so long smothered by the war. They found the guns, in a strike of luck, he thought. Both Polly and (Y/N) advised him to let it go, but he just couldn’t. It was too good of an opportunity.

Campbell had come because of it, and with him, Grace. At the time, he didn’t know who she really was. He thought that the beautiful, blonde barmaid was just that: beautiful and innocent, everything he and his family were not. So he fooled himself, fell for her, and then she betrayed him and left for America.

Again, (Y/N) was there for him, and again, he found himself sinking into his love for her. The only good thing that came from all this mess was that the business was never better. He thought that it was time to start planning for an expansion, and with that came another thing that he hadn’t quite predicted—Michael.

He had planned to find Polly’s children for her. She had been suffering quite a lot lately. Even if people thought that his heart was as good as gone, he wanted his family to be okay. He wanted them to be happy.

Thomas found the boy and he came to Polly, making his way into the family and the business quickly. That included starting to get close to (Y/N) – too fucking close for his liking.

It was supposed to be natural, he knew that. (Y/N) kept the books at the shop. She was better with numbers than most of them, so it was natural that she would be the one to help Michael when he assumed the position of accounts clerk.

After they came back, he learned that (Y/N) had become very good at sneaking around without getting caught. It was rare to see her with any men whose last name wasn’t Shelby, or wasn’t closely related to the Peaky Blinders. That didn’t mean she didn’t have men swooning over her all the time, or that he was finally okay with that—much like when they were teenagers, he wanted to chase them all down—the only difference was now he was more deadly.

“I couldn’t have done it without you.”

It was Michael’s voice that brought him back to reality, and his gaze fell immediately on the boy. They were all gathered on the snug in the Garrison. (Y/N) was sitting between him and Michael, Tommy’s arm casually rested on her shoulders.

(Y/N) said, “Oh, no, you would totally get it... after a few more weeks.”

Everyone burst out laughing at her remark, but the only thing he could think about was the hand Michael rested on (Y/N)’s thigh. His own hand clenched around his glass before he downed the rest of its contents.

He didn’t notice Polly’s gaze on him. Despite what most people believed, Tommy had never been a good liar. He could get away with omitting information to people and redirecting the conversation, most of the time, but a direct confrontation was a completely different thing. Polly was always able to read him first, to know the things he wasn’t willing to share.

“Maybe we should just hire you instead of Michael, then.” He ignored the look (Y/N) gave him, taking another drag of his cigarette and looking away.

However, he couldn’t miss the lingering touches, or how (Y/N/N) leaned into Michael when he talked to her, and how she was just so comfortable with him. It made his blood boil.

When (Y/N/N) said she wanted to get home he offered to walk her, and was fairly surprised at how she didn’t say a word to him until they reached her front door.

Then she turned to face him, features painted with anger, and asked, “What the hell was that, Tom?”

He actually rolled his eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

(Y/N) huffed, turning around to unlock the door before entering the house, leaving it open for him to follow. She went straight to the dressing room, shedding her coat and throwing it at the table with her purse as he followed her closely.

“Oh, you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

She was taking her shoes off, and Tommy took advantage of the moment to let his eyes follow her movements. God, was he in love with that woman.

“I’m talking about your attitude with Michael at the Garrison. That was completely unnecessary,” She said.

“Someone had to put that boy in his place,” Tommy said.

(Y/N) turned to him then, and he would be worried with that look if he hadn’t been at the receiving end of her anger for so many years.

“Oh, please enlighten me, Thomas. What is his place?” (Y/N) asked.

“For fucks sake, (Y/N/N), he was all over you!”

She rolled her eyes. “He is a boy, Thomas, a boy. He’s family…”

Tommy never thought that what would make him snap would be hearing her say that Michael was family, but apparently it was.

“He’s family, huh?” Thomas said. “He is fucking family! Then he should know better and stay away from you.”

She stared at him for a moment, brow furrowed, as she seemed to put the puzzle together in her head. “Why would he stay away from me, Tom?”

He turned around to face away from her for a moment, rubbing a hand over his face. “No, no. You won’t make me feel guilty for that.”

“Make you feel guilty for what, Tommy?”

He recognized the hint of annoyance on her tone and couldn’t ignore it anymore, the alcohol giving him the courage that he had lost that day on the train station, as he turned around and shouted, “For loving you!”

She held her breath, eyes widening as she stared back at him.

Tommy continued, “Michael should stay away from you because you’re fucking mine and I love you.”

“Tommy, I’m not your property, and you know that I love you…”

“No, you don’t,” he interrupted her, making her look at him with confusion, “You don’t love me the way I love you. The way I’ve loved you since the fucking day you asked me to kiss you when you were fifteen!”

He saw her flinch before murmuring his name, trying to gain his attention but he couldn’t stop now. The truth was finally out there and he just had to go on with it, let it all out before he lost his mind.

“You said to me that it would mean nothing, that it would be just another kiss for me, but you were wrong,” Tommy said, his breaths short.

She looked bewildered, and Tommy held onto a strand of hope he didn’t even know still existed.

“That kiss meant fucking everything. From that day on, I’ve never seen you in the same way as before, because I realized I was in love with you and you didn’t feel the same. So I ignored these feelings while I saw you going out with boys, and I’ve thrown myself into fucking every girl that wasn’t you because I knew I couldn’t have you, not the way I wanted.”

Tommy didn’t notice that he was walking to her until they were just a breath apart.

“Then I found Greta, and I thought that I could forget you, but it only reminded me that you are the only one I want. I was going to break up with her, but she fell ill. You stayed by my side, and just when I thought that I would have a chance to tell you everything, the war happened and I just couldn’t. I couldn’t, because there was no way in hell that I was going to risk going to fight in France and die. I couldn’t leave you here to suffer because of me, either because you felt the same or not.”

“Tommy…” (Y/N)’s voice was all but a whisper.

He couldn’t resist anymore, his hands brought her to him, his eyes observing hers from up close, not giving her time to talk or he would lose his courage.

“I was ready to go there and die, and never let you know how I felt. But you had to give me hope that night before I was shipped off to that fucking hell. You had to…”He took a deep breath, his eyes closing for a brief second, a flood of memories making his heart race faster. “You had to give yourself to me. You had to give me a taste of what I thought I could never have, to make me want to survive the fucking war, to come back to you, and to let you know about all of these stupid feelings.”

Tommy couldn’t wait anymore. He did the one thing he had wanted to since he had returned from France—he kissed her. It wasn’t gentle or patient; no, it was urgent and filled with passion and he didn’t know how to stop, not when she wasn’t pushing him away. He devoured her as a man starved, teeth clashing and hands grabbing at anything they could touch. They were both out of breath when they finally parted.

“You said that you wanted to give me one last good memory and it was that memory that kept me alive during most of the nights when I was stuck in the fucking mud,” Thomas said.

(Y/N)’s fingers were clinging to him like her life depended on it, like she was afraid to lose him to the War again.

Tommy took the moment to let the words spill out. “The memory of you and the feeling of you under my fingers, and all around me, and the way you tasted.”

His lips brushed against hers, fingers clawing at the flesh of her hips like they had done the night before he left for France.

He backed her up against the wall, hands trailing down to the back of her thighs, picking her up and trapping her with his body.

Tommy looked straight to her eyes as he spoke again, “How you writhed under me, all the beautiful sounds you made, and I just wanted to come back to you and make some new memories.”

(Y/N) shivered at his words. She gave him just a brief second to observe the rise and fall of her chest and her expanded pupils before he felt her fingers at the back of his head, forcing him to really look at her as she said, “Then let’s work on those new memories.”

Their lips clashed again, and every doubt that he ever felt vanished for a moment. That night their bodies moved together like old acquaintances, skin sliding against skin, hands gripping at each other, lips kissing every patch of skin while chanting a sinful choir of moans and curses alongside their names.

When Tommy woke up the next day, (Y/N/N) in his arms, he realized that he was finally home.

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dfel-exe · 4 years

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Hi! I love your posts alot :). Can i request a headcannon or oneshot, whichever is easier for you where Scarlett constantly flirts with Zion and my character gets really annoyed by it?

hope you guys didn’t miss me too much! i’m back with a Zion request! i wasn’t sure whether you wanted the reader and Zion to be together or not, so i went with the two of them being in a relationship. all of you anons compliment me so dearly, you all are so sweet~

i am SO sorry that my writing is so rusty! it’s been months since i’ve last written a one-shot and im still trying to get my flow back, so please bare with me! i might come back and edit this one-shot once i get my groove back because im on the fence about it, and im not really sure how well i grasped Zion’s character. i hope this was satisfactory enough for you, anon :(

Confrontation - Zion x Reader

Word Count: 1,057

Warnings: none

Key: Y/N - Your Name; E/C - Eye Color; H/C - Hair Color

You felt like your head was going to explode. Never in your life had you met somebody as frustrating as Scarlett. Having to listen to her constantly flirt with your boyfriend was something you thought would be the least of your concerns in the apocalypse, yet here you were.

Watching her cling to Zion was something she had done since you showed up, but ever since the two of you had made your relationship official, it had only gotten worse. At first, you were lenient and tried your hardest to be understanding. It was clear the two of them had some sort of connection, so you thought it was best to leave it. You knew that Zion prioritized you, and you trusted him to tell Scarlett to back off when he felt uncomfortable.

After a month of it happening, you would think that Scarlett would get the hint to not do it anymore. You were almost one-hundred percent sure she would, but as shown by her actions, she pretended to be blind. Despite Zion telling her off multiple times, and your visible unease when she flirted with him, she still continued. Was it just to spite you? You weren’t sure.

Your frustration and annoyance was only building up with each word she spoke to him. You tried to ignore it, but despite your best efforts, your anger continued growing at an alarming rate. In a way, it was making you feel a little insecure and unsure of yourself. It was hard for you to talk smoothly to Zion like she did with ease. Was she better than you? You couldn’t help but let that idea invade your mind. Zion loved you with all of his heart and you the same, but you couldn’t help feeling a tad insecure on occasion. Especially when Scarlett’s flirting was non-stop.

You let out a frustrated breath of air as you opened the door of your sleeping space, hastily making your way down the hall to the blonde girl’s room. The light of the sunset illuminated the hallway just right, dust particles flying as you stepped in front of the wooden classroom door. You lifted your hand to knock, but halted the movement as thoughts began to flood your head. You began to slightly panic, doubt clouding your brain.

Oh god, what am I doing? I don’t have the guts to do this… What made me think I did? What if I mess up? Oh my god, what if I stutter?! I’ll make such a fool of myself! What if she tells Zion I confronted her and he gets mad at me a-

You snapped yourself out of your mini-crisis, shaking your head as you took a deep breath, focusing yourself as you lifted your hand once again.

You sharply knocked on the door to the classroom and waited for a familiar face to open the door. Seeing the door creak open, you waited patiently for Scarlett to make herself visible. As her ruby red eyes climbed their way up your form, a smirk crawled across her lips.

“What the hell do you want?” Her cocky tone was hard to miss.

“I need to talk to you,” you harshly replied, not caring for formality as you made your way into her room.

“Not a very polite one, are you?” She scoffed, slamming the door shut and looking back at you. “Well? My ears are wide open. Spit it out or leave.”

Her tone made your blood boil. Your fists clenched together, and you swear that if you gritted your teeth and harder, they would break. Taking in a quick breath, you began.

“Listen. I don’t need you interrupting me or talking over me, so don’t even try it. Sit still and listen to what I’m saying, okay?”

The venom in your words was sharp. Her eyes widened at the statement as she nodded, her lips closed tightly.

“Good. First off, let’s talk about the way you treat me. I have been nothing but kind to you, but all you give me in return is attitude and bitchiness. Fix that. Next, what’s up with you and Zion? I know you two were close before I came here, and I understand why you would be clingy with him, but I need you to understand that he isn’t your boyfriend. He’s mine. Stop trying to flirt with him just to piss me off. You’re not going to get anywhere with it. Know your place, please.”

As you finished the final word, you sighed. It felt nice to get the pent up frustration off your chest. Your eyes made their way over to Scarlett. Her mouth was slightly agape as she looked at you, you could see the shock pooling its way into her face. Feeling somewhat satisfied, you gave her a small wave.

“Now if you’ll excuse me.”

As you stepped out of the classroom, the melodic laugh of your boyfriend made its way to your ears. A warm feeling of embarrassment spread through your chest, your face turning bright red as you scratched the back of your neck.

“You… heard all of that, didn’t you?”

Zion chuckled once again and made his way towards you, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“I’ve never heard you that worked up before.”

A sheepish smile appeared on your lips. “Y-Yeah… Was I too rude? Sorry…”

He pulled away and moved his hands to your cheeks, forcing you to look into his eyes. “You weren’t being rude, you were just telling the truth. To be honest, Scarlett needed somebody to put her in her place, but we were all too scared to do it.”

Putting his forehead against yours, he gave you a teasing smirk. “And why are you apologizing, babe? I kinda like that side of you. It’s hot.” He gave you a quick peck before you panicked, covering your face with your hands.

“Z-Zion! Don’t say stuff like that out of the blue, it’s embarrassing!”

He laughed at your reaction as he poked your sides, trying to get more laughs and giggles out of you.

No matter how much you hated his teasing, you loved the man to death, and you knew for sure that he felt the same way about you. And that thought in itself gave you all the reassurance you would ever need.

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stimmypaw · 3 years

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Stimmypaw reads Darkest Night! The fourth text post!

Back with these uh live reading comments! Remember those? yeah! I'm on the fourth book of Warrior Cats: A Vision of Shadows :D I read The Apprentice's Quest and Thunder and Shadow and Shattered Sky and now!! I'm here :D and boy did I have a time. Click read more to see it!

NEEDLETAIL?????????

Needletail???????????

What?????

OH???????

Wh THIS GUY IS TALKIN 2 DEAD PEOPLE????

HOW WHO IS THAT

OH MY GOD

These guys are weak and dumb skyclan is epic and sharing the territory with them is good, but of course sparkpelt isn't dealing well with change wink wink nudge wink nudge nudge huh???? (this is a nod to how I project into her and say shes autistic)

I am getting anxious for tinycloud SERIOUSLY how much longer until those kits??? Everyday you show up and its WOW my tummy ssure is HUGE AND BULGING I just Wonder Oh When They'll Be Born, probably pretty soon!!! :) and then they arent!!!! Birth dammit!!!

Cherryfall cut the sick and hurt cats some slack jeez youre Fine, youre not feeding half the forest and you have THREE medicine cats ready to help you if youre not feeling well

Bastard Cherryfall I hate you /lh

Dovewing and Tigerheart have relationship drama again. What is UP with those two I simply do not understand them

Watching Bramblestar trying to control this bizarre situation is actually funny he is so close to screaming "PLEASE dont be mad :c"

SOON WHEN???? JUST KIT THOSE KITTENS DAMMIT

Get her, Alderheart

They LITERALLY said something about sharing the territory, they were like "Stars have five points baby and we need those 5 clans togetherrrr" what else do these cats want??? I know its a big change but its necessary

Wait everyone shut up that cat is named Podlight this is so important to me

Dang these cats are really still struggling :c I wish they didnt blame each other

Harestar is so cool

What the FUCK mistystar????

God what a disaster of a gathering Starclan is gonna be so pissed everyone is doing the opposite of what they should

I was holding my breath oof

I hope thunderclan gives some territory too thats too small a space for Skyclan

Oh boy oh boy oh boy i am Anxious for these Kitties

Violetpaw is me having nightmares every night

Macgyver is a heavily gringue name and I have No Clue how to say it how the hell do you say it

Update its either Mick Guyver or Mac Guyver apparently

Its fun to see how different the sisters are from one another, I love them both

I also love their mom with the name identical to puddleshine wish I got to meet her

IM CRYING BRO........M...MDB.....NFBANN.....VIOLETPAW BELONGS MY DARLING MY DAUGHTER

Sadly Twigpaw is for gender binarism 😔 /j

Twigpaw is often in her thoughts and doesn't pay attention to anything around her and I love her for that

Bad news Finpaw is gonna lose his tail, good news I can draw his tail fin-shaped

Puddleshine surgeon moment!!!

I love Graystripe and Millie

And I love that being flirty is a part of Sparkpelt's personality, I don't know what Alderheart is talking about she's always been dandelion-headed

Ok this is epic, I’m glad we’re breaking gender roles in Warrior Cats my heart dropped when the books called Briarlight cr*ppled, that’s the thing they promised not to do anymore recently right? I’m not sure but, I could use some uh less ableism on my Warrior Cats, the series is old but the newer books should be better, so yeah, good modernize these cats babyyy

OH COOL Skyclan journey!!! Fun I hope they find someone :] also fuck Molewhisker and Cherryfall bastards.

Jayfeather is gonna miss Alderheart too much for him to leave hehehe

ALL of Starclan showed up just to call out Riverclan pahahah

oooo is shadowclan haunted?????

FINALLY TINYCLOUD IS KITTING YES GOD YES GO QUEEN GOOOO!!!!

I wonder why Twigpaw wants to stay behind, there has to be more than just the camp stuff

"I wish I were more positive like Twigpaw, but at least I'm just as scarred by the death of my loved ones as my dad :] I like being like him"

Violetpaw witnesses a car crash 😔 that was a bit messy what happened to those cars also why the hell was one of them smaller was it a bike??? Or ???? Idk what's up with it!!!

Needletail just happens to have slow-down turned on for her on the discord chat so she can only say like a few words each hour :/ why the hell is she here tho Violetpaw needs to get OVER your death!!!!

This short exchange has made me love Dewpaw

Also, I love Twigpaw, I still wonder why she stayed behind tho

Ahh, is it cus she feels too estranged from her family :c ? I wish her mom was around maybe that would help

Jee Twigpaw be a tad more empathic, I can see Twigpaw struggles with that sometimes

You can't cheer him up right now he's grieving, just find him on common ground, talk to him, don't try to make him happy just try to keep him company

Oh wow finpaw that's a dangerous thing to say I hope Twigpaw doesn't crumble under the pressure to never be sad because people like her because she's happy and her being sad would be bad

ALSO I JUST REMMEMBRERD UH TWIGPAW MENTIONED BRIARLIGHT BUT BERRYNOSE IS RIGHT THERE???? HE IS RIGHT HE DIDNT DIE OFF SCREEN IM SURE OF IT WAIY

BERRYNOSS IS RIGHT THERE I CHDCKED!!!! HE LOST HIS TAIL TOO AND HES A GREAT WARRIOR, TWIGPAW!!!! YOU SHOULD HAVE MENTIONED IT ITS MORE RELATABLE

Okay I'm glad they're getting along this is nice

Oh look twigpaw you Are like your father :] this is cute

Skyclan begins to fish competitively I'm glad

I like it when medicine cats bicker about their leader's behaviors ehheheh, Jayfeather talking about how weak Shadowclan is, Alderheart being annoyed at his father for wanting to stay silent, the others worried about the tensions this is all cheff the kisser

Jayfeather spitting the truths about how Starclan doesn't know shit, and he is very much one to speak

Puddleshine: Rowanstar stepped up the patrols :c

Leadstar: He has warriors enough for that?? Damn good for him

Dang poor Skyclan I hope they manage stuff better soon

Oooo the girls are fighting!!!

Alderheart starclan anxiety time dang

Sheep :]

Needletail :[

I'm sad Ravenpaw isn't here, this is a lovely reunion scene but knowing Barley will be alone when they all leave breaks my heart

Oh, maybe not, but if they stay I'll be sad also cus Skyclan needs its warriors

Aw man, Twigpaw is struggling :c

OUCH

I WANT SKYCLAN 2 SWIM THO......

Omg crimes

That sounds kinda possessive twigpaw!

DOVEWING?????

WhHAHAGAHAHA WHERE DID THAT COME FROM

omg tigerstar 2 real

Whats he gonna do to rowanstar???

ALRIGHT THATA OVER THEN PAHAHA

Aw, I'm glad they're having fun tho, and that twigpaw sees herself as skyclan

Alderheart, as he meets someone for the first time in a while: ARE YOU OKAY???

Blackstar protagonist moment

The medicine cats: our gods are toying with us again and destiny is uncertain

Leaders: I cannot DO this right now PLEASE leave and let me care for The Real Issues

Alderheart: YOU WILL hang out at my house Willowshine this isn't up for debate

Riverclan suffered enough and it's their turn to throw a tantrum about it, honestly good for them hsghahah

Alderheart asks his father to go on a quest to check people's feet

WHAT THR HELL IS A CANTANKEROUS

Alderheart and Willowpelt sitting there watching Shadowclan fight

This is really funny

HEWWO????

Puddleshine, in his eyes: help help

I love Skyclan

Ok this sounds like it's gonna be very very fun

Mission impossible: Escape From São Paulo

Oh, is Fallowfern deaf? That's so poggers omg I wanna see more of her

Edit: fallowfern is an elder that lost her hearing with age and retired after that happened :/ boring

I love leafstar so much

Juniperclaw: aren't you gonna punish her????

Leafstar: why

Juniperclaw: when I tell rowanstar he's gonna be pissed

Leafstar: don't tell him

Juniperclaw: the fuck is wrong with you and your clan??? Where is everyone???????

Leafstar: busy

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I don't trust abled people specially able-bodied people telling disabled people they just have to train harder and feeling sorry for yourself won't help.

But this is the closest to a positive message to disabled people we have ever had in warriors so I guess I'll take it but I want better

IVYPOOL!!!💖💖💖💖💕

Dang ivypool what a way to show someone you miss them hahaha

Twigpaw: uhhhh how's dovewing?

Ivypool: what do you mean did she do something illegal I'm sure she did

Ivypool is a seriously funny character WHY are you yelling at the young adult about your sisters illegal activities she doesn't know anything about it!!!!

Alderheart goes on an adventure

Feet inspector on the road!!!!

Jasper is so funny I love him

Omg what's he got against clan cats??? What's his sad backstory????

YEESSSS SPARKPELT MY LOVE 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💕💕💕💕💕💕💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💕💕💕

Sparkpelt your opinion sucks but I love you

I'm really really glad they had this moment this is really sweet, they hadn't talked for a while but this is genuine like, we hadn't had this sort of relationship in so long in the books with just, dialogue yknow??? THEYRE TALKING ABOUT THINGS

And the pause Sparkpelt takes between her speaking to fix what she's saying "I'm sorry for saving you :c no wait uhh not exactly but like" this is so good so natural so fun I love you sparkpelt

I get why she has a diferent opinion on Skyclan it's good for someone close to Alderheart to have a different mindset from him and for him to have someone like uh be opposites from him a lil yknow contrats his characteristics makes both siblings fun round and full of kitty do you get what I'm saying???

I love this

I love Sparkpelt, love her lil anxious moments, love her, love that she just wants to fool around with toms and enjoys Larksong but doesn't want to get serious you go girl

They wanted to write smart-ass they wanted to write smart-ass so bad

They're doing this in the rain?????

I'm quite certain Violetpaw is a young adult by this point its valid for her to go

Wh why did you let your cat out in the rain dude!!! When it comes back it's gonna dirty up the whole place it's wet out there!!!! And the cold is gonna get in the house!!!!!!!

I WAS HOLDING MY BREATH OH LORD

That was SO INTENSE AND SO FUNNY AND SO MUCH, IM SO GLAD SHE MADE IT I GOT SCARED

Oh this is so epic

That moment when your cat nearly dies and then it runs off and you go after it and then a bunch of other cats show up and start running with it

I hope Twigpaw can see the others soon

Glad to see her keeping her medicine cat knowledge ehehehe

???????

Sandynose I hate you you are so abled

Sandynose: I don't want my son to feel distanced from his peers so I'm distancing him from his peers

DOVEWING???

SANDYNOSE SHUT UP IM GOING TO KILL YOU ANS MURDER YOU

I'm so upset with Sandynose WHY isn't leafstar seeing this WHY DOESNG ANYONE SEE THIS SOMSONE PLEASE CONFORT AND LOVE MY CHILD TWIGPAW DOESNT DESERVE THIS

Angry sad upset why

Piscina

Thanks graystripe

Ok who's dying this time

Ok no one just a background cat got hurt he will survive otherwise it would be relevant

This was intense though what will happen now???

YES FINALLY

Oh this is lovely so good they're here!!! The rest of skyclan has arrived and we are all happy together

That dream felt good

NEEDLETAIL??? AGAIN

Where were you at!!!!

What!!!

Check this man's feet how many toes are there this could be good

What

Hegshahwha what the fuck is up with this guy

Okay I like him

Ohhh THATS tree

Change your name if you don't like it you sound trans already

Yeah nothing makes one smarter like dying

This is very fun I'm excited for more of whatever happening

Twigpaw :c

HIS SNIFFLES

Oh no

Hhhhnn I want Twigpaw to be happy so bad, I hate seeing her struggles

Sandynose you are so evil and very detested by me

You can and you SHOULD feel angry at Sandynose he SUCKS and he is being needlessly mean at you!!!!! There are much better ways to bring up the possibility that maybe you'd be happier with thunderclan!!! Fuck off Sandynose

Oh so Snowbush hasn't improved, maybe he will die?

Poor Alderheart

Oh fuck there he goes

Yeah

Aw man, rip to the background cat

That was a heavy death too

Aw, I was hoping the rest of Skyclan would show up before the gathering, maybe just after it???

I wonder what's going on in Shadowclan

TIGERHEARTS MISSING HUH???

The couple was kidnapped

HUH????

Oh my lord oh fuck

Can't anyone step up to lead why do they depend on Tigerheart so much???

Jesus christ

Alderheart kills his gods

This is so chaotic and funny I'm worried as hell for shadowclan but excited a lot is happening

HI TREE AGSGAHAH

Tawnypelt >:(

Puddleshine: WAIT DONT KICK HIM OUT, CHECK OUT HIS FREAKY FEET INSTEAD

Oh dear

Twigpaw :c

TWIGPAW :CCCC Man rememebr when I said I hope Twigpaw doesn't crumble under the pressure of being happy for others? yeah

GET OUT SANDYNOSE I DONT CARE YOURE BEING REASOMABLE FOR ONCE YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN LATER

I'm so heartbroken for them

Uh pdhsgahab okay then

Bye finpaw

Wow that was easy for him

This is fun

I'm still sad as hell

Okay there's a lot going on right now wow

The owl scene was funny as hell to picture, this dramatic prophetic moment and the cats just "uuggh is that a prophecy??? Nooo"

Okay so

There's some shadowclan cats missing, considering the many sleekwhisker maps I'm sure she's up to no good but I have no clue what happened to the others and I hope they're okay

Wow! That was really something

Fantastic ending to a very good book its, definitely a different energy from the third but I'm really enjoying this I'm still excited as hell!!! I got worried things would get kinda bad from here but nope!!!! Very fun stuff for now this is very very good and I am enjoying it

This is definitely one of the most fun arcs I've read so far!!! The drama the stakes the little moments everything is tying together really well into a very fun story I'm enjoying a lot!

I worry for Twigpaw and hope for her happiness, and Violetshine too, hope her and Hawkwing deal well with missing her. Tree is being interesting. Alderheart wasn't much of a focus here but always fun to see him trying to solve the damn prophecy no leaders seem to care about. Mousewhisker was okay??? Lots of very fantastic turns for all events and uh let's see where this all goes next!!!

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Male vampire (Ruben) x trans male character - Part Two (sfw)

Edit which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

I honestly thought I’d posted this one already on here, so I’m so sorry, and thank you Anon for reminding me!

This has very kindly been sensitivity read for me by two lovely people independently, and I’m hugely grateful to both of them for educating me and suggesting alterations and improvements on how to handle various aspects of this love story. I would never have posted this without your help, and I hope I’ve done that help justice! As with all my stories, however, if there’s anything that anyone feels needs addressing, please get in touch with me privately.

The story is still told from Ruben’s point of view. Please remember that he is a 480 or so year old vampire, with surprisingly little experience of dating, but he’s trying! We pick up where we left off last time, with Ash having just been confronted with the alarming sight of a suit of armour clanking into the room with no helmet, asking Ruben where his head is… understandably, he freaked out at that and left. Ruben is immensely frustrated that his one and only chance to talk to Ash about his being an undead vampire has now possibly been blown…

CW: mentions of blood drinking and vomiting, past child abuse and murder of family (all Ruben), and discussion about Ash being trans and what that will mean for their relationship going forward.

Part One

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I hung a long time in the completely black vaults beneath the castle, suspended as nothing more than a ball of shifting black mist, deliberately ignoring the seething, roiling anger inside me. I knew I’d had one chance to tell Ash about what I was, to explain things calmly and rationally, to let him decide if I was a creature he could even begin to entertain the idea of being with, but it had all been shattered and I had no one to blame but myself. I should have warned Aubrey that he was coming, but I’d been so caught up in the excitement of seeing him again - like some giddy teenager - that it’d simply not even occurred to me, fool that I was.

Eventually I heard a heartbeat, felt a presence, and I allowed my awareness to expand beyond my own collection of vaporised molecules.

It was not Ash.

Aubrey’s partner fumbled falteringly into the vault and called my name. “Ruben… I know you’re in here. Aubrey just told me what happened… It… That sucks…”

I materialised in the middle of the room and staggered, gasping as I became corporeal once again and the old, familiar pain seemed suddenly as fresh as the day I had been shot full of silver buckshot. “That’s one way of putting it,” I growled, groping for a nearby column to steady myself as I staggered, vision blurring.

“I… I’ll talk to him if you like… tell him about Aubrey…”

“Don’t tell him about me,” I rasped through clenched teeth. “I want that to come from me, personally.” If I ever got the chance, I added bitterly to myself.

I was met with a nod, though there was hardly a pinprick of light in the chamber; certainly not enough for human eyes to make out anything. “Ruben… are you going to be ok?”

I nodded in return. “Yes. I was a fool. Please, if you speak to him, reassure him that he is welcome to return here should he wish, and that he is in…” I had been about to say that he was in no danger, but that would have been a lie.

As a vampire, even one with an inability to digest blood properly, my bloodlust still presented a very real danger to him. Besides, my strength, my speed… all it took would be one miscalculation, one moment of carelessness.

“What am I saying…?” I hissed, turning away. “You should just tell him never to come back here.”

“I won’t do that, Ruben. You’re a good soul. You and Aubrey both. You deserve to be happy, and I think Ash makes you happy.”

“I barely know the man!” I snarled, still dizzy and weak.

“You were getting to know him…”

When it became apparent that our discussion had become circular, Aubrey’s partner left me and I returned to my peaceful, incorporeal state for the rest of the night. As I felt the sun’s tug on the world, even from down in the dark, I decided to head back up to my chambers where the secret door would open for me and my simple black coffin awaited me.

When next I awoke with a great, hoarse, gasping intake of breath, I heard sounds outside the secret door and frowned. Sitting up and pushing the lid up off my coffin on its silent hinges, I caught the sounds of armour pacing up and down in my bedchamber.

With a tiny smile, I stepped awkwardly out of my coffin and discovered that someone had thoughtfully brought my cane up for me and laid it beside the coffin. I needed it to help me stand, let alone walk. All the drama with Ash and the ensuing misery had drained me. I groaned as I realised I would have to feed again, and my stomach turned over at the mere thought of it.

As I opened the secret door in the wooden panelling, I managed to smile and said, “Aubrey.”

“Ru, I’m so sorry,” he blurted, turning around - now with his helmet reinstated - and taking a few faltering steps towards me. His fingers clenched and unclenched with a soft clinking.

I inhaled deeply, the familiar, ferrous tang of his armour filling my senses almost like blood. “It’s alright,” I said, and I was surprised to find I meant it. I was resigned to the facts now. “Though I think it’s Ash who could do with your apology more than me…”

When I enquired as to the whereabouts of his partner, I discovered that Ash had agreed to meet and discuss what he had seen, and that the two of them were at the pub at that very moment. At that news, I frowned and shot a glance out of the window, only to discover that it was long after sundown.

“You slept late tonight,” Aubrey murmured.

I patted his shoulder and said, “You mean you let me sleep late…”

Something buzzed and I looked over at my bed - unused as always - and at the source of the noise. Aubrey’s phone lay on the covers as if he’d tossed it down in frustration, and he darted over to pick it up and read the message. He pulled his touch-sensitive gloves back on, snatching them up from the bed, and opening up the message in a flash.

“Good news!” he chirped.

I walked a little closer and came to a halt, resting my weight on my cane and my shoulder against the post of my carved, wooden, four-poster bed. “Oh?”

“Ash wants to meet you again and talk, but he wants you to come to him at the bar.”

Relief washed through me and I felt myself stagger, knees buckling.

Aubrey was at my elbow in a heartbeat.

“Easy,” he laughed. “I didn’t know you felt that strongly about him yet. I mean, I knew you liked him, but…”

“I don’t want him to be afraid of me,” I said truthfully steadying myself on his arm. “Whether or not anything ever happens between us, I… I don’t want him…” my voice became a ragged whisper and I lowered my head. My loose black hair fell into my face. “I don’t want him to fear me, Aubrey.”

Aubrey hugged me then in a way he’d not done in over a century. His metal plates were warm and I could almost kid myself that he was my big brother - human again - as I laid my cheek on his breastplate. “I want you to be happy, Ru,” he said in a quiet rumble that I felt more than heard. “I think he makes you happy too.”

“You’re the second person to tell me that in twenty-four hours,” I said, sniffing and pulling back from his embrace. I took my brother’s shoulder in my grasp and kissed the cheek of his closed helmet. “Thank you.”

With that, I headed downstairs, fed, endured the usual aftereffects, and then settled myself into a chair to recover and message him for the first time since the previous day.

‘Ash, I understand that you’d like me to meet you at the Coach and Four, is that correct? I will gladly come to you, but only if you wish it. And -’ my thumbs hovered, trembling, over the screen before I forced myself to go on. ‘-And I will tell you anything you wish to know.’

I didn’t get any response for almost ten minutes, during which time I paced the room slowly, willing my stomach to settle, limping back and forth in front of the large bay window overlooking the sea.

Aubrey had left me to stew over it all in peace, and I was grateful to him for the privacy which he had extended to me.

When it eventually came, Ash’s answer restored only a modicum of calm to me.

‘I’ve been hearing about Aubrey but not about you. If you’ll tell me what I want to know and promise to leave me alone if I ask then yes, I’d like to meet up. A.’

I drew in a long, steadying breath through my nose and let it out slowly. At least he was going to let me explain. I could ask for no more than that. ‘You have my word.’

I drove down immediately and parked around the corner from the pub. My heart was in my mouth as I put palms to the door and pushed, and yet the moment I saw him sitting there in the corner, alone now, I felt strangely hopeful. He even smiled at me as I approached.

“Hi,” he said, standing up as I neared his table.

I bowed my head, closing my eyes briefly, and then, taking a deep, steadying inhale which brought with it all the vile smells of the bar - I think I might have turned a little green - I managed to croak, “Thank you.”

Ash nodded at me and sat.

“May I?” I asked, eyeing the empty chair across from him.

Again, he nodded, and I could hear the racehorse pace of his heartbeat.

“You look terrible,” he ventured, and I snorted, lips curling up on one side.

“It’s true, I’ve felt better,” I admitted, but offered nothing more just yet. After I had settled myself in the seat and leaned my cane against the table, I looked up at him. “I understand you’ve heard all about Aubrey?”

Ash himself looked a little pale and a tad clammy, but I can’t say I blamed him. But those gorgeous eyes of his still burned with curiosity, and I tried to take that as a comfort. He was at least as intrigued as he was afraid.

Licking his lips, Ash nodded. “Yeah. That was… quite the story…”

“I’m sure all of it was true,” I murmured. “Do you have any questions about any of that which I might be able to answer, before we move on to… well… me?”

I watched his throat bob apprehensively. “He’s really your brother?”

“Step brother, but yes,” I said, resting my forearms on the table. “My mother remarried Aubrey’s father.”

“And your mother wasn’t human?” he asked very quietly. From that, I guessed that Aubrey’s partner had skirted the issue, but had been unable to get by without at least touching on the truth in some vague way.

I nodded and then steeled myself to tell him everything. “Please interrupt if you have questions,” I began, “But otherwise I will simply tell you what happened, from the beginning.”

After Ash’s nod of understanding, I swallowed and then said, “My mother began her life as a human, but when I was four, my parents were travelling by coach late at night and were attacked by a very powerful and ancient vampire.” I watched Ash’s steady blue eyes widen as he looked at me anew, but he said nothing, so I continued. “This vampire drained my father dry, but when she begged him to make her like him instead of killing her, he turned my mother. I was not present, and so I escaped either death or turning at that point.”

“You’re a vampire then?” Ash breathed, and then he rolled his eyes as if he should have known all along. “Figures…”

With the smallest of nods, I let my dark gaze slide away from him and down to the ringed surface of the pub table. I traced one circle with a fingertip for a moment before carrying on. “I knew something was different about her, but I think I was too young to realise what she had become. I was sent away to boarding school when I was eight, and then I went to Cambridge when I was old enough, so I didn’t spend much time at the family home. I knew she’d been courting someone, and that our own finances were not in a particularly good way. She… She was unhinged… deranged… cruel in the extreme, and she had a way for spending money that I have yet to encounter again.”

I balled one white fist on the table and watched my knuckles strain. “When… When I was a child and I came back for the holidays from school, she would lock me in the cellars or in a broom cupboard while she held the most extravagant parties. Sometimes she’d forget about me for days, and would eventually send a servant to find me. Often she couldn’t even remember which cupboard she’d thrown me into before locking the door… I tell you this not to garner sympathy,” I added, flicking my eyes up to meet Ash’s again, “But so that you understand that I had always simply thought that she was a monster, and one who needed more cash to fund her opulent lifestyle. I didn’t realise she was undead until much later.

“The man that she had begun courting was Aubrey’s father, and with him she had been nothing but sweetness and grace. Even Aubrey liked her, though he’s a gentle and trusting soul anyway. Aubrey’s family owned some of the largest and wealthiest estates outside of the English Crown at the time, and -”

“At the time?” he interjected. “When was this?”

I made a side to side movement of my head and said, “Around the early 1500’s.”

“Fuck,” he hissed. “So… uh… you’ve been a vampire for that long?”

I nodded. “Yes.” I let that information sink in, and then ploughed on. “As she forged a relationship with Aubrey’s father, so I began to find a friend and a brother in Aubrey. He was older than me, but not by all that much, and he took me under his wing. I’d been shy and bookish, afraid of others, but he introduced me to his friends and socialised me a lot more. I was still odd, and I needed my space, but I started to laugh again and come back to life a bit more. I think when my mother realised just how close we had become, she started to panic.”

“Why?”

My smile was not kind as I said, “She had planned to kill Aubrey’s father and Aubrey, and claim their inheritance. She had already used her talent for control on him to make him write a will that left everything solely to her. To be honest, I’m not sure why she didn’t try to kill me earlier. I was human, and nothing but a burden to her, but perhaps she had hoped at one point to marry me off to some rich lord’s daughter. Anyway,” I said, waving my fingers as though brushing at a cobweb, “The long and the short of it is, once they had been married for a year, and all the legal documentation had been secured, she attacked Aubrey’s father. She caught him by surprise and killed him. Aubrey came running in at the sound of the attack, but she hadn’t expected that I would be with him, that she would be outnumbered two to one. I was supposed to have been out for the evening, but had cancelled at the last minute. When she tried to kill Aubrey, I intervened, and she flew into a rage.”

Ash’s normally healthy complexion looked pale as cold porridge as he listened, but he didn’t interrupt me.

“As he bled out on the floor, Aubrey’s essence somehow became entangled forever with a suit of parade armour which had been standing in the corridor on display. It had been knocked over in the fight. I begged him not to die, and perhaps it’s my fault. I don’t know. She’d bitten me,” I said, my fingers finding their way to my neck where she’d savaged me, “But before I also bled out, I managed to grapple the dagger from her as we fought, and I stabbed her in the heart. I passed out, and when I came round, I was a vampire. I assume that her blood had mingled with mine as she died on top of me, and that was what turned me.”

“God, that’s horrific…” Ash whispered. “How come Aubrey became tied to the armour though?”

I shrugged. “Lots of hauntings are the result of violent ends, and he always had a strong spirit and desire for life. But maybe it was because of what I said as he died in my arms… The armour was knocked over in the scuffle, and he… exsanguinated beside it, soaking it.”

I sensed that these questions had been brewing since his earlier discussion, and now with all the information, he felt able to ask them. “So he’s a ghost, in a suit of armour?”

I had to smile. “So to speak. His essence, his soul if you like, is tied to that suit of armour. He can remove himself from it, but if he stays away from it for too long, he begins to fade, and eventually he would die.”

“Right. So… what happened after the attack…?”

“Well, I had been wounded and weakened, but I was able to maintain the illusion that I was still human and keep everything hidden from the servants and staff. My mother’s sire had somehow caught wind of what she had planned to do, and he came to the house a day after it happened, and offered to teach me all he knew. He said that he never should have turned her, but he let himself be moved by her. She’d always been a convincing liar and actress, so naturally, her ‘talent’ had been for persuasion and control when she had become a vampire.”

“‘Talent’?” he asked, and I explained.

“Many vampires exhibit a certain knack or talent for things. Some can control people, others can shape shift into wolves or bats.”

“What can you do?”

“I can turn into shadow or mist,” I said very quietly. I was now entering territory that could really unnerve him - i.e. myself.

The expression that I saw on his face was not the one I had been expecting. His lips quirked up on one side and his eyes glittered. “That’s… I mean… let’s say I believe you for a second… which I kind of do, that’s… actually pretty cool…”

I had to smile myself at that. “It has had its uses, I don’t mind admitting.”

“Is there some way you can prove to me that any of this is true?”

“Here? Now?” I asked, horrified. “Ash, I have to be careful. The hunters’ guild is still very much active, and despite my long life, I have no desire to end it just yet…”

“You think there are vampire hunters here? In this sleepy little seaside town?”

I shook my head. “Probably not, and I’d like to keep it that way. If word gets out of strange happenings - a man turning to mist in a pub - then it will draw their attention and they will start sniffing around.”

“Ok, ok,” he said. “I wasn’t gonna ask you to turn into a fucking bat or anything. Just… you don’t have fangs, and other than you being pale and really old fashioned, there’s nothing to suggest you’ve been around since the fucking fifteen hundreds, that’s all…”

“Oh,” I said, instinctively running the tip of my tongue beneath one canine. “I can at least show you my true form, provided that no one is looking.”

“True form? You mean, this isn’t what you actually look like?”

“I do look like this, but the physical changes we undergo during feeding is considered our ‘true form’.” I hastened to add that we don’t have to be about to feed to reveal that form, and he relaxed a little.

Something thrummed in him with a wild, nervous energy, and he said, “Ok. Show me that then.”

I took a deep breath and glanced about. No one was looking at us in our quiet corner, and I had my back to the room.

Closing my eyes, I called on the raw power inside me, delving deep into a place I hated, and it was like dipping my fingers into icy water. A thrill ran through me and I felt my facial features shift, sharpen, my cheekbones becoming more prominent as my cheeks grew gaunter, my eyes sinking a little deeper and flaring a flaming crimson red. The most noticeable change, at least for me, was the lengthening of my canines. My gums throbbed and burned as my fangs were propelled slowly downwards, ready to sink into the skin of a human. My stomach, as ever, protested the very idea of it, and I was sure I must have turned a little green again.

When I dared open my eyes, Ash was staring at me with a mixture of horror and fascination on his face. “You really are a vampire,” he finally whispered.

I blinked slowly at him. I could see his carotid pulsing. “Yes.”

He remained silent for a while, just staring at me, and I let him, despite the way it made my skin crawl to be under such intense scrutiny. Ash surprised me once again when, instead of recoiling or running out of there screaming ‘Nosferatu’, he reached for my bare hand where it now lay curled in a loose fist on the tabletop. “You’re cold,” he observed, and I quirked an eyebrow which, to my pleasant astonishment, made him laugh. “Should have guessed you would be. Are you always cold?”

“Undead, so… yes.”

“Right.”

“I mean, technically I’m not that cold. I’m just colder than you. My body tends to match the ambient temperature…”

“Like a reptile…” he mused and I snorted. After another few moments, he let go of me and said, “If… If you wanna, you know… switch back… that’s fine by me.”

I did, and he watched, fascinated, as my features softened again and I became almost feminine in comparison to the gaunt-faced beast I had been before. “Thank you.” I almost felt his next question in the air before he even articulated it and had to smile.

“I’m guessing you drink blood then?”

With one slow nod, I confirmed it. “All vampires do,” I said. “Though I have trouble digesting it, so I do not drink nearly as frequently as I probably should. And before you ask, most of us have connections with people in the blood donation service. There are even humans who willingly donate to vampires and are handsomely rewarded both for doing so and for keeping quiet about it. I do not live-feed.”

“Live-feed?”

“Directly from the source.”

“Oh. Right. So how much of what’s in the movies is fake?”

“Probably most of it, though I don’t tend to watch many vampire movies. Aubrey has forced me to endure a few. We do not ‘glitter’, we cannot move in daylight without burning - usually we have about fifteen minutes before we ignite - and we do sleep in coffins. Garlic is poisonous to us, though not usually lethal unless given in stupendously high doses, holy water burns like acid, stakes through the heart will kill us, as will decapitation. Did I miss anything?”

Ash swallowed. “Silver?”

How could I of all people have forgotten that one? “Again, burns like acid and does lasting damage if left in contact with our bodies for too long.”

After staring at me unblinkingly for a good ten seconds or so, he shook his head slowly. “It’s a lot to process…”

“I understand. Shall I leave you for now?” I asked with the utmost reticence.

He licked his lips and sucked the tip of his tongue pensively for a second or two. “Maybe?” but as I took my cane in my hand and made to stand, he added, “Wait,” and I found that his lovely blue eyes were fixed on the steel-handled cane in my fingers. “Do vampires heal up faster than humans?”

I nodded.

“Then… how…?”

“That’s a longer story, but I was telling the truth when I said to you before that I was attacked, and that it was a long time ago. I will tell you about it another time, if I may.”

“Was it hunters?” he pressed, and I nodded.

Once I had straightened up and was looking down at him, I smiled. “Thank you, Ash, for giving me a chance to explain myself and the events of last night. You… You handled that with remarkable grace.”

He let out a snort of laughter at that and shook his head again, running unsteady hands through his sandy blond hair, ruffling it just perfectly. The urge to kiss him took me completely by surprise but I remained perfectly still as he said, “From the way you talk, I should have seen this coming, right?”

I only curved the corner of my lips into a wry smile and shrugged. “Goodnight, Ash.” I had just turned around to leave when I paused and looked back over my shoulder at him. “And I don’t think I need to tell you how important it is that you remain quiet about what you have been told.”

“You got it, Ruben,” he said shakily. “Whatever happens next, I won’t tell anyone.”

“Thank you.”

And with that, I left.

Aubrey pounced on me like a heavily-armoured battle retriever the moment I got back, and I told him as best I could what had occurred. “It’s up to him now,” I said, trying to stave off the utter, crushing misery that was filling up my lungs like spray foam. While the encounter had largely gone well, there was always the very real chance that he could decide that our little family was just far too strange and dangerous for him.

The next seven days that passed without word from Ash were amongst the longest I have ever endured.

But finally, I awoke one evening and emerged from the secret chamber which houses my coffin to find the sound of voices drifting up from below. The castle doesn’t mute noises quite as well as one might think for such an old and thick-walled building. It is, after all, honeycombed with hidden passages and staircases.

Descending from one such staircase, I paused at the bottom, on the far side of the entrance hall to the castle, and listened with barely contained joy, to the voices of Aubrey’s partner and Ash. The latter, it seemed, had tentatively agreed to come up to the castle, and had made his friend very excited. A moment later, Aubrey came clanking out and I heard him give a yip of pleased surprise.

In order not to appear in their midst from a secret panel like a woodworm from the very fabric of the castle, I shifted to my shadow form and flashed through the building, coming to a halt in the passageway which led from the hall and down, eventually, towards the kitchens. Taking a moment to steady my breathing and my equilibrium after such a rapid journey, I laid my hand on the smooth plasterwork of the corridor, and inhaled and exhaled slowly. Only then did I make my way up the corridor, my cane tip clunking on the hard, polished floors and announcing my presence, along with my tell-tale rocking gait.

When I entered the entrance hall, all three of them turned to face me, and I watched Ash’s lips curve into a soft smile. “Hi,” he said, in much the same breathy tone of voice as he’d spoken to me back at the pub the week earlier. “I… I hope it’s ok that I called uninvited…?”

“Of course, Ash. You are always welcome here.” At a flat look - don’t ask me how I know it was a flat look, I just do - from Aubrey, I added rather awkwardly, “I’m delighted that you’re here.”

A tense pause hung in the air between all of us, so I drew on my many years of forming connections in a more professional situation, and suggested that I give Ash the tour he never got on his first visit.

He grinned. He could see I was nervous and I silently blessed him yet again for his patience and grace in dealing with me. “Sure,” he said.

It took us over an hour to explore the castle, and by the end of the countless sets of stairs and corridors, vaults and parapets, my hip and knee were aflame, but I tried my best to conceal it from Ash. Eventually however, my pace got slower and slower, and my limp more pronounced, and I could no longer hide it.

“Ruben…?” he asked as we paused at almost the very heart of the building in a flagstone courtyard garden that smelled of jasmine in the early summer. Now, in the cool of autumn, it smelled of the frosts to come and of the chill of the stone itself.

“Yes?” I said, cursing the hitch in my voice.

He turned to face me and said, “You don’t have to keep soldiering on to impress me. If you’re in pain… say so…”

I took a deep breath, recalling my promise always to speak the truth to him. “Alright. I am in pain and would appreciate a pause. Would that be alright?”

“Of course,” he said, and plonked himself down into one of the cast iron chairs nearby, where I liked to take tea in the spring.

“How have you been?” I asked once I’d eased myself into the chair opposite him. “I mean, I haven’t had the chance to ask you, amid all the excitement of diamonds in the vault and peregrine falcons in the tower…”

He grinned. “I’ve been thinking of you a lot,” he said.

“And?”

“I… I’d like to see what happens next. If you’re up for it still.”

The relief that washed through me took me by surprise and I found myself laughing softly. My head bowed forwards as my chest caved a little, and my long hair slid over my shoulders to shroud my face a little.

“Ruben?”

Smiling, I looked up at him. “I… Thank you, Ash. I honestly didn’t know what to expect.”

“Ok, I have another question for you, and it’s not about being a vampire, though I do have questions about that too…”

“Alright. Ask away.”

“Is it possible for you to say how many people you’ve been with in your life? Not, like, one night stands, but… well, like a romantic -”

“One.”

That shut him up almost faster than finding out I was a vampire had.

He stared at me, aghast. “You’re… You've been alive since fifteen-fucking-hundred and you’ve only been with one other person?”

I shrugged. “I don’t normally feel the need to become romantically involved, and sex for its own sake is definitely doesn’t appeal to me. The last person I was with was a vampire, so you are the first human I’ve been with. Or… at least am beginning the process of being with…”

Ash looked me up and down and then, as though he could no longer contain the question, blurted, “But why? You’re gorgeous!”

A small laugh escaped me and I shook my head. “My physical appearance not withstanding, I simply haven’t sought it out.”

“Ok then… So why me?”

My gaze bored into his and he met and held it. “I’m not sure how it started,” I said honestly. I adjusted my position in the hard iron chair and grunted before taking a steadying breath and continuing. “That night at the bar when we first met, I had had no intention of going out, let alone of finding a date. In fact I’d given Aubrey a flea in his helmet for even making me suspect such a notion. But then there you were, and… Ash… you have such life to you.”

“I mean, I do have a heartbeat…” he grinned. “That’s one up on you, right?”

“No,” I scoffed, “It’s not that. I could perhaps have had hundreds of human partners if I’d so wished it over my lifetime, but… I’ve never smiled so much as those first two weeks after we exchanged numbers. Your wit, your sense of humour, your eloquence, your intelligence, your empathy… it’s all drawn me in, Ash, like no other human ever has.”

“Would you kiss me if I asked you to?” he said, leaning his elbows on the table, and I felt my mouth go dry and my canines throb in my gums. As intuitive as ever, he had detected that perhaps the physical side of things might be a bit slower coming to me than other aspects of a relationship, but with him, I knew I wanted it all.

“Yes,” I rasped.

“You think you’re any good after only having had one partner?”

“I did have a lot of practice with him,” I grinned, also leaning forwards and stifling the heat in my hip as I moved. “I may be out of practice though. Perhaps at some point you can remind me how it’s done?”

He rolled his eyes dramatically, feigned gagging and said, “If I didn’t know you were super out of touch, I’d never forgive you for a line like that.”

I couldn’t help smiling. He was so close I could smell him with crystalline clarity. He was nervous, but then again so was I, but he smelled of soap and his own unique scent. He’d showered after work and his hair, which had been a little damp when he’d arrived, was now dry. I wanted to run my fingers through it and find out what kind of noises he might make. Yet again, that surprised me, but I welcomed it.

Taking me off guard yet again, Ash rose from his seat and walked slowly round to me. “You said this castle has a garden?” he said, and when I nodded, he said, “You up for taking me there?”

The rose garden wasn’t much to look at at this time of year, little more than a ragged brambly thicket interspersed with some late blooming flowers, but still, it would be a pleasant and mostly flat walk, tired as I was. I extended my hand to him and he steadied me as I levered myself to my feet.

“Ruben, what… what could do that to a vampire? I mean, permanently…” he tailed off and I filled in for him.

“Permanently disfigure him? Silver. Silver buckshot to be exact. And silver nitrate. Come on, let’s go.” And I turned away from him. I was not ready to share that with him. I was not ready to relive that again, and I knew he would understand. I had expected him perhaps to be apprehensive about sharing his body with me, though I’m not sure why, but in fact I think it was me who was more self-conscious.

As we moved slowly through the castle and out into the gardens on the east side, he slid his hand into mine. Something about him taking the lead with me was deeply attractive and I squeezed his fingers slightly.

We came to rest at the wall of the upper terrace which overlooked the rose garden, and suddenly I wasn’t sure I could make all the stairs down into the lower level. It was late, and he stifled a yawn before leaning against the low wall on his forearms. “I still can’t believe you live here, ancient vampire or not,” he said. “It’s beautiful.”

“It’s even nicer in the summer,” I murmured, looking at nape of his neck instead of following his gaze out into the gardens. The wind ruffled the dark blond hair there and I fought the sudden urge to lift my finger to it and brush it against the exposed skin.

As if sensing my thoughts, he swivelled his head to look at me. “So I’ve also been wanting to ask something else…”

“More questions?” I teased, and he grinned.

“Yeah. You said I could ask you anything.”

“That I did,” I said, easing my weight down onto the low wall so that he stood a little taller than me. “Something tells me I might live to regret that…”

“I hope not,” he replied. Taking a deep breath that accompanied a small spike in his heart rate, he asked, “So… You said you’d only been with one other person, and that he was a guy.” I nodded. “I’m guessing he wasn’t a guy like me…”

“You mean… being… trans?” I asked carefully, remembering the term he had used, which hadn’t been invented when my friend Maria had been alive.

“Yeah.”

“No, no he wasn’t.”

“So… What happens if… if we take this further and you don’t… you aren’t… uh…” he scratched the back of his neck, heat rising to flush his cheeks, visible even to me in the low light. I supposed it was almost pitch black for him at that time of night with little or no moonlight.

“Look, Ash,” I faltered. “I… While I have not been with someone in your exact situation… My attraction to you has not changed since…” my heart, if it could still beat, would have been going like the clappers. As it was, I was suddenly incredibly nervous. I did not want to mess this up, and I barely knew what I was doing. Not dating for over a century was really coming back to bite me in the behind.

Taking a deep breath, I stilled my racing brain and said, “My attraction to you has not changed since you graciously informed me of your situation. I would like to develop our relationship and, in time, I would like to become intimate with you. If you would permit it, that is. If… If you think you would enjoy it.”

I watched his face for a horrifyingly long time before he rewarded me with a wry smile, still leaning his forearms on the wall, and said, “What if you don’t like it? I don’t mean to push the issue, but you’ve told me already that you’ve only been with one cis guy in the past. My original hardware doesn’t match my software…”

“I… I don’t know what any of that last part meant exactly,” I said. “Is that… a computer analogy?”

“Oh my god,” he snorted, bowing his head and chuckling. “Sometimes I actually manage to forget.”

My heart dropped like a lead weight through my chest. “I do sound like a terrible prude, don’t I?”

“I mean,” he laughed, elbowing me in the ribs, “That was probably the most awkward way anyone has ever proposed sex to me, but you know what? It’s adorable.”

I shrugged. “I’ll take ‘adorable’ over ‘prudish’…”

“I didn’t exactly mean it like that,” he snorted, looking away again at the garden.

Knowing I wouldn’t be able to hide the flash of gratefulness that undoubtedly passed over my face, I didn’t try. “Thank you. Sex has never been something I have seen as a priority in a relationship, as you might have gathered given the dearth of partners in my past, so this is always awkward for me to discuss…”

He took me by surprise by nodding sagely. “I’m happy you’re still considering it…” he said with a complex emotion that I suspected I would never fully understand visible in his eyes. “Ok, look, when it comes to it, I’m happy enough to guide you through a few things if you like.”

“Things like… I shouldn’t touch your chest?” I asked, feeling horrendously awkward.

I found I wanted to get to know his body already, and explore him - see what made him arch his back and raise his hips; see what he liked and what he sounded like; and what he might like to do to me as well - and that was unusual at this stage in a relationship for me. In the past, the physical side of things had taken a spot on the back burner until I knew my partner very well. With Ash, there was still the desire to know him intellectually, but it was tinged with another longing to know him physically. It felt like my body was waking up after lying cold and dormant for centuries. While I definitely did want to pursue that, I equally didn’t want to mess things up through my own fumbling ignorance.

Ash chuckled and shook his head fondly, watching me over-think things yet again before correcting me gently. “Maybe I wouldn’t have liked it before,” he said. “I still have a bit of numbness near my armpits but you definitely can touch my chest. I… I’d actually like it if you did.”

I nodded. “I understand, and thank you.” I turned and looked along the gravel walkway and, deciding that I had made this conversation awkward enough for the time being, said, “Would you like to walk with me a little way?”

“God yes,” he said and, to my surprise, he slid his warm fingers into mine, waiting for me to take my time standing.

By the time we reached the end of the walkway, I was no longer walking, but very obviously hobbling.

Wordlessly, we stopped, and as we did, Ash turned to face me.

He looked up at me and my mind went blank at the expression on his face. “This is the time I give you that kiss, isn’t it?” I managed to murmur.

“If you’d like…” he grinned.

I leaned my cane against the stone wall that still ran alongside us, and then cupped his face in my cold hands. He didn’t flinch at all, but rather leaned into the touch.

“Last chance,” I whispered. Some morbid part of me still expected him to pull back, to turn tail and run just like he had on that first night, but he didn't. Tonight he was prepared. Tonight was happening because he had decided to make it happen.

He shook his head. “I trust you. And besides, I have someone else’s word that you’re a good guy…”

I made a mental note to thank Aubrey and his partner for setting this in motion, and then pushed all thoughts to one side as I lowered my head and kissed Ash. It began gently, hesitantly, but when he grabbed my waist I moaned suddenly, unexpectedly, the sound rolling out of me at the nature of his touch. He slid his hands up to hook them around my neck, effectively tugging himself closer to me, I deepened the kiss, nipping gently at his lips until they were flushed and swollen. His pulse raced beneath my fingertips and I found a heat kindling in my eyes.

Knowing that they would be glowing red, I made to pull back, eye rammed shut, but he clung to me.

“Show me,” he growled. “Show me what you are.”

And because it was him asking me, I did.

He kissed me again, harder, and I returned it.

I swivelled around and lifted him easily onto the wall so that we were of a closer height, and he drew me down by the collar of my pristine white shirt. I could have resisted him, maybe, but in that moment he was utterly in control of me. Again, it was as if he were a vampire with the talent of control, and I the enchanted thrall.

We kissed each other breathless, and then I noticed that his hands were almost the same temperature as mine, and I drew back, panting, gums throbbing from resisting my bloodlust which had just begun to spike as his growing arousal made itself known to my nose. It was foreign and alluring to me in a way that I’d not encountered before. I found myself getting hard, and out of breath.

“Ash,” I rasped. “You’re cold…”

“Yeah,” he admitted, looking delightfully ruffled.

“Let’s go inside.”

“Ruben?”

“Yes?”

“I didn’t bring anything with me, but… can I stay over?”

I smiled. “Of course. I’ll prepare a guest room.”

“I could stay with you?” he said, and I had to laugh.

“My coffin would not accommodate two comfortably,” I began, but I suddenly realised that there was somewhere else he could sleep. “But my bedroom has a bed which is never used. You could sleep there.”

“Oh. Of course…”

There were going to be one or two such difficulties to negotiate in a human-vampire relationship, but I was certain we could at least talk about it now. We seemed to have got the hardest parts, respectively, out of the way, and now it was just the old fashioned formula of two people slowly falling in love and working out what that meant…

He held my hand as we moved through the castle, and when we met Aubrey on the staircase, Ash swore and laughed. “I don’t think I’d ever get used to the sight of a suit of armour just fucking walking around…”

Aubrey laughed. “Try looking in a mirror and seeing that!” he said. “Still scares the shit out of me every morning - well, ectoplasm, but whatever. Are you staying over?”

Ash nodded and Aubrey clapped his gauntlets together with glee, bouncing on the spot with a great clattering ruckus. “Yes!” he squealed and actually shot forward and embraced Ash.

When he was released, Ash looked at me and said, “Ok, here’s the real mystery. How come a suit of armour that’s made of steel is warmer than you are?”

“If you’d rather curl up with him tonight…” I suggested, and he punched me on the bicep before grabbing my hand.

We shared a laugh and I continued to make my way upstairs, breathing through the very real pain in my leg.

In my room, I fished out a clean t-shirt of mine for him and said, “I have a new toothbrush in the cupboard in the bathroom over there.” With a trembling hand I extended my arm to the door on the other side of the room and then crossed to the secret door in the wood panelling of the room. “I… I sleep in here.”

He seemed to sense that I was not ready to share that with him just yet, and so he nodded. “Kiss me goodnight?” he smiled. “I know you’re a big sappy romantic really…”

I opened my arms and he crossed to me. His hoodie was still chilled from the night air outside, and I wrapped my arms around him and placed a kiss atop his head while he still hugged my lean body. “Thank you for lending me your trust.”

Ash tilted his head up and I kissed his smiling lips before he stepped back.

“Night.”

I nodded. “Goodnight,” I murmured, and watched him cross to the bathroom.

At the door he paused and looked back at me before blowing me a tiny kiss, little more than a brief pout.

Once he had slipped inside, I opened the door to my own chambers and stepped into the pitch black. The room was intimately familiar to me, and I needed no light, so I let the panel close behind me and crossed to the coffin which lay open on the far side, pushed against the wall as though it were little more than a storage box.

It was early for me to be retiring, with dawn still hours and hours away, but I was tired and drained, and I felt its siren call, so while the heartbeat of the young human I was slowly falling for grew steadier next door, I let the sound of it lull me into my undead, dreamless slumber, with the image of him looking up at me in the gardens seared into my memory.

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Jung Jaehyun || yandere!au(ish?), thriller(???), smut (im sure about this one lol), cursing, some pretty dark shit is under that keep reading line

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A/N: i usually make a sideblog for scenarios and imagines but i cant commit to writing often //sighs at exo and svt fic blogs// so i’d rather post it on my main tumblr than on my AFF account which is strictly for memberxmember only (author name is on the gif lmao i got too lazy to edit it to my tumblr url) so here’s some jaehyun smut for all his hoes, me included.

P.S. this is based off my dream the other night and i deadass almost had a panic attack from it

As a boyfriend, Jaehyun was… devoted.

It was a mutual decision; a decision he had voiced out first, but later on deeply regrets.

Jung Jaehyun meant well when he had asked to take a break from your relationship because the final months of university was harder than both of you thought. You simply had no time for each other, especially since you come from two very different courses.

It’s been almost 4 years since you two began dating, thanks to that one Gen Ed subject you miraculously shared together during freshman year. If he hadn’t been late and ended up sitting beside you, neither of you would have crossed paths again.

Jaehyun loves you, he was completely smitten that day you had accidentally swung your head to him a little too strongly and caused your hair to whiplash against his face when all he asked was for the professor’s name to put on his forms.

And you love him, ever since he had flashed his signature dimpled smile, chuckling away your apologies for having smacked his face with your hair.

From pair works in class that turned to study sessions at the library, that turned to spending breaks together at the quad, that turned to dinner dates at the nearest pizzeria, and by then all of your friends can tell that you and Jaehyun weren’t just friendly classmates anymore.

As a boyfriend, Jaehyun was… devoted. He doted you; he made sure he showed how much he loves you every second that he can. It was cute at first, until you got used to it. It had never been a bother or a burden, no matter how many times your friends would point out it was starting to be creepy. But you always shrugged them off, saying it’s simply how Jaehyun was.

First week

“You and Jae?” Ten repeats, “Are taking a break from each other?” He scoffs and nudges Doyoung, “Are you hearing this?”

“Wait, I must have something in my ears.” Doyoung sticks a finger into each ear and pretends to clean them, “Okay, can you repeat that again, (Y/N)?”

You roll your eyes at them and Yebin throws her used tissues at the boys, “Ignore them, (Y/N.) But I’m just as surprised as they are. Are you and Jaehyun really taking a break?”

“Taking a break, in our definition, is not expecting dates every other night, texting or calling during breaks, you know, the usual things we do. And if by some miracle, we bump into each other, we’d just, smile, I guess.”

“Oh thank fuck, no more kissing like you haven’t seen each other in years.” Doyoung groans, only to screech when Yebin kicks his shin under the table.

“I bet you won’t last halfway the semester. Give or take a month?” Ten shrugs his shoulders.

Doyoung snorts, “I bet you won’t last a week.”

“It was his idea and we both agreed to it. We’re graduating soon and we both promised to do our absolute best for the last semester, so we’re getting rid of distractions.”

Ten hums, “It’s just unlike him to suggest it.”

You pout at him, “And what is that supposed to mean?”

“He worships the ground you walk on.” Doyoung says in a tone like it was the most obvious thing that existed. “He worships you.”

“He’s just affectionate.” The bell rings, “And we’ll be late for class.” You stand up from your seat and they follow suit.

Third week

It took a while for you to get adjusted to the fact you’re on a break with Jaehyun. There were plenty of times you had to stop yourself from texting him to ask how he was or if he’s up to eat out together. When there was a knock on your apartment door, you had imagined it was him and not the food delivery you forgot about.

One fateful Friday, none of your subjects had given out homeworks to slave on during the weekend and Yebin had demanded for a mandatory and much needed girl’s night out at the new bar outside of campus. You were fine with the idea, until one of your friends, Minkyung, had took it upon herself to dress you up.

“No.” You automatically told her the second her hand reached for the last dress on the rack in your closet. It was probably the shortest dress you had owned. Despite its sweetheart neckline and flowy cloth, the A-line dress was cut off just above your thighs. It wasn’t the best dress to wear on windy days, to say the least. “That’s too short.”

“It’s cute and sexy!”

“But Jae–”

Minkyung cuts you off with a snap, “Last time I checked, you and Jaehyun are currently on break. Let your legs and ass breathe while they can. You’ve kept your best assets in pants or baggy shorts because Jaehyun doesn’t like it when guys ogle them.”

“Uhm, I don’t like being ogled by other guys, too.” You weakly shot back but she had already forced the dress on you and pushed you to the bathroom.

It didn’t take long for the three of you to get ready and hop into a cab that took you to the bar Yebin had not shut up about days prior from tonight. It was the typical bar set up, with booths surrounding the dance floor with 3 bartenders manning the bar and serving up cocktails one after the other.

Minkyung was fast enough to secure a booth for the three of you and you slip inside while Yebin ordered some drinks.

You realize that it’s been a long time since you were able to go out with them like this. You had always spent your free time with Jaehyun and although you missed him, this was a nice change, too.

Halfway through the night and six margaritas and 3 shots of tequila later, Minkyung and Yebin had coaxed you onto the dance floor. Intoxicated, you sway your body to the beat, laughing and singing along with your girls. You abruptly stop when a hand glides down from your waist to your hips.

“Excuse me, but I have a boyfriend.” You slurred a bit, but stood your ground to glare at the boy that felt you up.

“Really? Where is he then? Hm?”

You size him up quickly, he was shorter than Jaehyun but had Johnny’s built.

“It’s called a girl’s night out, jackass, so fuck off.” Yebin pulls you away but he grabs your arm and you cry in pain.

“I wasn’t talking to you, short stuff.” He hisses at Yebin, who responds with a harsh stomp on his foot.

Minkyung and Yebin whisks you away from him while he cusses at her.

“Are you okay? God, some guys are just jerks.” Minkyung snarls, pulling you into a hug.

“I’m fine. I’m sorry for spoiling our night out.” You reassured her.

“You didn’t spoil it, babe. That jackass did. Besides, we’ve had one too many to drink, we should head on home.” Yebin pulls out her phone and books an Uber for the three of you.

Hangovers are the worst. Usually, Jaehyun would have prepared you some painkillers and a decent breakfast, but today, you and your roommates ate cereal in front of the television with the volume down low.

“I feel like shit. Are we too old to enjoy getting wasted already? Shit!” Yebin cries, clutching her head with one hand while jamming a spoonful of soggy cornflakes into her mouth.

“Someone ask somebody to bring us painkillers. My head is killing me.” Minkyung whines, rubbing her temples.

You grab your phone and to text Doyoung, who instantly replied with his dismay of your state but will still bring over some painkillers.

The television suddenly sounds an alarm, making all three of you groan and cover your ears.

“Breaking News from Seoul Central University. Finance student, Kim Iljung, 22, was found beaten up outside a bar on the outskirts of the campus. The victim reported that he was ambushed from behind with a bat and was not able to see his assailant.”

“(Y/N), isn’t that the guy that felt you up?” Minkyung points out and you look at the ID photo the news report flashed.

“Oh shit, yeah. Oh my god.” You gasp as the reporter described the injuries the boy had sustained.

“Kim claims that he does not know who did this and the reason behind it. He is currently recovering in the campus hospital and is working with the campus police to catch his assailant.”

“Serves him right for molesting (Y/N)! Karma’s a bitch.” Yebin says, drinking the leftover milk from her bowl.

“Karma or not, it’s scary. To be randomly assaulted like that? What if one of us were in his place?” You visibly shuddered. “I mean, who could do something like that?”

Ninth week

You’ll be having your period soon.

You know this because on top of craving all sorts of food twentyfour-seven and experiencing drastic mood swings to your friend’s unfortunate luck, you had to deal with a need that Jaehyun knew all too well to handle. But you haven’t contacted him as part of the conditions of taking a break which only meant you had to take care of yourself.

It was half past midnight when you were sure your roommates were in deep sleep in their respective rooms that you decided to lock your room and raise the volume of the music you usually played at night just a tad louder in case you got a little too vocal.

You haven’t touched yourself in a long time. And even if you had, it was under the predatory gaze of your boyfriend.

Play with yourself. He’d command and you would automatically open your legs and obey.

Everything felt tentative and unsure while your hands ran up and down your naked body. Your mind conjured up scenarios of all the times you and Jaehyun had fooled around and finally, your hand made its way to your core. Sighing, you circle your clit with the tip of your forefinger and shudder at the sensation.

You bite down your lower lip when you attempt to slip your finger inside you. After a few pumps, you slip in a second finger and a moan escapes you accompanied by your boyfriend’s name.

Yes, baby, that’s it. You could practically hear him whisper the words.

“Shit.” You remembered the last time you and Jaehyun masturbated with each other. Much like how you were lying down on your bed with your legs spread out and fingers knuckle-deep inside you, you imagined Jaehyun seated at the chair by your study table, with his large hand wrapped around his cock. You whimpered when you remembered how his eyes watched your fingers disappear inside you.

“A-ah.” You softly cry when you pump faster and harder, trying to match the speed and force Jaehyun had always used on you, but ultimately failed. You plant your feet on the mattress and lift your hips up when you finally feel yourself find the pleasure you’ve been craving for. “Jae.” You whine as your other hand squeezed one of your boobs.

There was a low groan that echoed into the room and for a split second you thought you had imagined it, but it sounded all too real and all too close for it to be a fragment of your imagination. You shoot up from the bed, your hands grabbing the sheets to cover your body as your eyes dart to the window to see a shadow move across it.

Fear seizes your heart, but you had to confront it. As quickly as you can, you run to your window and open it. Your dorm was on the second floor and if there was someone who had seen you, he was fast enough to go down the fire escape. But you shake it off, hoping it was nothing but your imagination.

You close the window before you can catch a cold, not noticing the gooey, white substance splattered on the window pane.

Sixteenth week

Finals were next week and you were at your wits end. You were neck deep in stress and you were desperate to release it. You were in no mood to drink and the girls had their own finals to study for. As you walked home late at night from the library, you stop in front of the university gymnasium.

It had been a while since you’ve went swimming.

You quit the team when you learned that Jaehyun quit the basketball team to make time for you.

The pool would have long been closed by now, but that’s not gonna stop you from sneaking in. You jumped the fence after checking no one was around and made your way to the building where the pool was.

The janitors always kept a spare key inside the emergency fire hose and with that, you successfully entered the indoor swimming pool.

The pool lights were left on as usual and you drop your bags to the side, your clothing following them soon after.

With only your matching red underwear, you slowly slip into the pool, half-moaning and half-whining at the cold water enveloping your body. When your body adapted to the coldness, you dive down and swim close to the tiled floor. From under the water, you look up and panicked when a blurred black mass stood at the side of the pool, causing you to resurface.

“Jesus Christ!” You gasp when you realized who it was. “Jaehyun!” You scolded, “You scared me!”

“Sorry.” He chuckles, lowly, pulling out one of his earbuds from his ear and letting it fall out from the hoodie of his jacket.

“How did you even know I was here?”

“I was out for a jog when I saw you jump the fence.” Once he said that, you noticed he was wearing his usual running clothes. There were a few beads of sweat sliding down his face and his breath was a little ragged. He squats down and offers you a half smile, “If anything, I should be asking you why you’re sneaking into the pool after closing time.”

You bite your lip and swim towards him. “The past weeks have been hard on me and I need to destress. Won’t you help me, Jae?”

His eyes darkened despite the pool lights shining in them. “I don’t think that’s how taking breaks from a relationship works, (Y/N).”

“We’ve made it this far, Jae. Can’t we cheat this break thing?”

“(Y/N)” He warns.

“Please, Jae. For me?” You unconsciously bat your lashes at him and he sighs.

“I don’t have my swimming trunks.”

You giggle at him, “If you haven’t noticed, I’m in my underwear.”

He watches you a little bit more and you thought he was hesitating, so you reach up and unzip his jacket for him. “Do you need help or are you going to let me play by myself?”

That made him smirk and he rises from the ground, discarding his jacket and peeling his shirt away.

Your mouth went dry at the sight of seeing his body again and it made you almost guilty to feel so sexually deprived for the past months. He pushes his running shorts down and reveals his boxers.

Your teeth bite down on your lips again when he kicks his shoes off and smirks at you before diving head first into the water. You swim backwards, trying to tease him as he swims to you from underneath. He resurfaces right in front of you the second your back hits the side of the pool.

Jaehyun wipes away the excess water off his face while you wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“Hi.” You whisper, laughing when he flashes you a smile as you helped pushed his wet hair back.

“Hi.” He breathes, grabbing onto your thighs and guiding your legs around him. “So you needed to destress?”

You nod your head, sliding the hand that pushed his hair back down the side of his face. “How are you gonna help me?”

He pulls your hips closer and grinds his erection against your clothed sex, eliciting a silent gasp from you. “I can think of a few things.”

“C-care to show me?” You stuttered, unable to say anything else as Jaehyun continues to gyrate his hips into you.

For the first time in months, you kissed each other.

The open kiss was messy and sloppy, and it was desperate, needy, and hungry. You clawed his bare back, looking for support as you slid down his body. In response, he pushes you against the side of the pool, the corner biting into your back had hurt but you couldn’t care less. His tongue had invaded your mouth, stroking your own as one of his hands roughly grab your breasts, pushing above the water’s surface.

You throw your head back, resting it against the poolside as Jaehyun clumsily thumbs your hardened nipple and trails a sloppy kiss from your cheek, to your jaw, and stopped short on the side of your neck.

Just as you slowly lose yourself with Jaehyun’s actions, a high pitched whistle hurls you back to reality.

“Shame on you two, fucking in a public pool.” Deep laughter follows afterwards.

Your eyes snap to the entrance where a group of boys watched in amusement. Humiliated, you hide yourself using Jaehyun’s body who shielded you nonetheless.

“Do you mind?” He snaps at them, defensively putting his arms around you.

“Yeah, man, we do mind.” One of them hollers, “We wanted to swim in sperm-free water.”

You flinch when they laugh once more, “Jae, let’s just go.”

He doesn’t react immediately; dark eyes glaring straight to the space behind you. His breathing had slowed and became heavy.

“Jaehyun,” You cup his cheek and make him face you, “Baby, let’s just go.”

It takes him another second to react. He closes his eyes and kisses your forehead. “Okay.”

The guys didn’t pay attention to either of you anymore as they jumped into the far end of the pool. Jaehyun helped you get out of the pool and instinctively, he checked on the guys as he got out after you. Just as he expected, one of them was checking you out while you bent over to grab your things.

“Hey!” He shouts, “I’d appreciate it if you stopped checking my girlfriend out.”

“Can’t help it, man. No wonder you can’t keep your hands off of her.” You see him look at you once more in an overly appreciative manner that made you shudder. On the corner of your eye, you can see Jaehyun tense up and ball his fists. “Jaehyun, leave him alone. It’s not worth our time, come on.”

“Do her real good, man!”

It took all your strength to hold Jaehyun down before he can even properly react. “Baby, please, I just want to go home.” You almost begged him and he finally relented.

Snatching your clothing up, both of you head for the locker rooms to dress before leaving the premises.

“Let me walk you home.” Jaehyun pulled you to his side after seeing you shiver.

After a while, he quietly says, “I’m sorry about those dickheads.”

“It’s not your fault. Maybe it’s the universe saying we shouldn’t be cheating on taking a break.” You huddled closer to him. “But I really miss you, Jae.”

“I miss you, too.” He plants a kiss on the top of your head. “We have a week left. I think we can hold out until then.”

“Until then? Hold out, what exactly?” You tease, spinning on your heels as you arrive to the doorstep of your apartment.

He leans down and kisses the spot between your jaw and your ear. “What could have happened back in the pool and so much more in the privacy of our homes.” His whisper was deep and low, tickling your ear and making you pull away with a short laugh.

“I can’t wait, then.” You let him kiss you on your lips. “Get home safely, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry for not helping you destress.” Jaehyun slightly pouts at you and you smile at him.

“I had this time with you.” You shrugged your shoulders, “It helped.”

“You can always play with yourself again.” He chuckles under his breath. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” And with one last kiss, he walks away.

You turn around and reach for the door, but realization hits you before you can turn the knob.

Did Jaehyun say… ‘again’?

Seventeenth week

You were finally through with exams and all you had to do now was wait for graduation. Jaehyun still had one last exam to finish in the afternoon, as Ten told you, so you guys, along with your roommates and Doyoung, decided to go to the mall.

When everyone grew tired of window shopping, Doyoung had suggested to head over to the arcade. Yebin had challenged Ten to breaking the high score on the basketball games while Minkyung had devoted herself into getting the large minnie mouse tsum tsum in the claw machine.

“Let’s play air hockey like old times!” You pulled Doyoung by his arm.

“Right! So I can beat you, like old times.” He laughs and avoids being shoved by you.

“We’ll see about that.”

He swipes the arcade card into the air hockey machine and the puck pops out in front of you. You place the puck onto the table and grip the striker.

“Are you ready to lose?”

“I should be asking you tha–hey! That’s not fair!” He yells when you make your turn and the puck goes straight into the goal.

“Whoops.” You feigned innocence. “If you’re so great, my leading point shouldn’t be a bother.”

Grumbling to himself, Doyoung places the puck back into the table and swings as hard as he could, making it bounce everywhere before you could block it and send it back to him. He had struck it too hard and made it hit the sides that ultimately led it straight into his goal.

“What the hell!” He complains and glares at you as you laughed out loud.

“That’s two points for me!” You cheer, preparing to block his next shot.

As the game continued, you couldn’t help but laugh at all the nonsense complains Doyoung kept stuttering out. Tears even made it to your eyes when he had made an effort to put all his weight into blocking the puck but he had missed it and stumbled away from the table.

“Are you sure you’re as good at this game as you say you are?” You jeered, peeking up at him through your lashes, but your eyes catch sight of someone else. “Jae?”

Doyoung cheers when the puck slips past you while you were distracted.

You eyes flutter down when the puck plops out of the bank by your legs but you ignore it and look back behind Doyoung. Jaehyun wasn’t there anymore.

“What’s wrong?” He stops his mini celebration and turns around, trying to look for what you were staring at.

“I just… I thought I saw Jaehyun.”

He whips his head back at you with a confused expression. “He should be taking an exam right now.” He glances down at his wristwatch. “Well, if he was fast, he could be done, but it would still take him some time to get here.”

��Right. I was just seeing things.”

After a few more minutes at the arcade, you head over to a fastfood chain across the arcade.

“To console you on your loss in our neck-to-neck air hockey match, I’ll buy you ice cream.” Doyoung wraps an arm around your shoulders, “Sound good?”

“Add in some fries and maybe, just maybe, I’ll be okay about losing.”

He exaggerates a sigh, “My best friend, using me for free food.” He lightly pinches your shoulder, “You’re lucky I love you or else–”

It happened so fast that you could barely register it into your mind.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, huh? Keeping her warm for me?”

The voice didn’t register at first, but the face that owned it did.

“Dude, what the hell?!” Doyoung scrambles onto his feet with Ten’s help.

Jaehyun steps forward but you block him. “Jae, what is wrong with you?”

“What is wrong with me? I finished my exam early and rushed here to see you, but I see him,” He juts his chin towards Doyoung, “With his arm around you.”

“What’s happening here?” A mall security guard approached your group.

“A misunderstanding, nothing we can’t handle ourselves. Sorry for the trouble.” You bow your head at him and grab Jaehyun’s arm. “Can we talk outside?”

He casts a glare at Doyoung before letting you pull him out. On the way to the exit, you recognized the same group of boys that chanced upon you and Jaehyun in the swimming pool from the previous week. You were ready to avoid their gazes, but they had seen you and immediately steered clear from you–and you didn’t fail to notice the fear in their expressions. Glancing up at Jaehyun, you could see the smug look on his face as he watches the group retreat.

You walk out into the parking lot and spin around to face him. “Do you want to explain yourself for what you did back there?”

Jaehyun frowns, “He had his arm around you.”

“I–Jae! He is Doyoung. Kim Doyoung. My best friend since pre-school. My best friend who is asexual. You know that!”

“He can’t be asexual forever. For all we know, he’s already got a crush on you!”

“Why are you being jealous of him? He’s my best friend and will always just be my best friend.”

“He just said he loves you!”

“And I love him back, as in, platonically, which I think is what he meant!” You groan in frustration. “You’re being ridiculous!”

Jaehyun scowls, “I’m being protective of my girlfriend!”

You suck in your lips and stare him down, “Your girlfriend that you’re technically on a break with.”

“What?” His body visibly tensed up.

“Maybe we should extend the break for a week or two.” You began to step back, but he follows you.

“What?” Jaehyun repeats, “Why?”

“Because, Jae,” You snap and he flinches at your tone, “I need time to get over what you just did inside to my best friend and you need time to contemplate over your actions and apologize to Doyoung.”

“(Y/N).” He whines.

“Jaehyun, please.” You cross your arms over your chest, defensively, and he stops in his tracks, looking at you with pleading eyes. You shake your head with regret and turn away, walking to the mall front.

He hadn’t followed you or tried to stop you, and you were thankful for that.

You take out your phone, book and Uber, and sent a text to Yebin, saying you’re heading home to rest, and then sent one to Doyoung, apologizing for Jaehyun’s actions and asked if he was okay.

Yebin replies with a kissy face emoji and a short message that she and Minkyung will bring home some dinner for you, to which you replied with a quick thank you.

Doyoung responds to your text a little while after, telling you that he’s fine; that nothing was broken or bleeding, and Jaehyun came back to check up on him and to apologize for punching him.

You close your phone as you see your Uber arriving and hop inside. Jaehyun had never reacted that way and it came as shock to you that he did. He was always that shy and nice kid that everyone was friends with. He was never assertive, but you knew it irked him when guys would so much give you excessive attention.

Seventeen weeks and three days

With classes over and practices for graduation rites starting in two weeks, you were left bored at home while Yebin and Minkyung had their exhibits and recitals to attend to. You woke up at noon and ate late lunch in front of the television, catching up on all the dramas you’ve missed for the sake of studying.

It pained you to watch some romantic scenes, if you were to be honest with yourself. It reminded you of Jaehyun and how he had acted a few days ago.

You learned from Ten, since he’s been seeing Jaehyun’s roommate, Johnny, that Jaehyun was either cooped up in his room or spending his hours at the gym.

The news didn’t make you feel any different. You missed him so much, but your pride wouldn’t allow you to give in. He had to apologize and admit his mistakes.

You fell asleep in the middle of a drama and was woken up by your cellphone ringing. The caller ID read Unknown, but you answer it either way.

“Hello?” You yawned. The other line was silent. Thinking there was a problem with the signal, you stand up and walk closer to the window. “Hello?” You repeat. “Who is this?”

As the line continued to remain silent, you decided to hang up.

The call was unsettling, but you shake it off and gasp to see that it was half past 8 already. You trudged to the kitchen, taking out some left overs from the fridge and pop it into the microwave. While waiting for it to heat up, you scroll through your SNS; liking pictures, watching random videos. You see Taeyong’s new profile pic that showed his newly bleached hair and you give it a heart eyes emoji react.

The microwave beeps and you close your phone to eat your dinner in silence.

As you cleaned up after your meal, you’re overcome with the sense of someone watching you. There was a palpable tension in the air and you convince yourself to look behind you. You regret not turning the lights on in the living room, leaving the open space dark and barely illuminated by the kitchen lights.

Your imagination went haywire, thinking how possible it was for someone to stand in the darkest corner and possibly staring you down, mocking how you can’t see them. But your eyes adjust to the darkness and you can map out the tall lamp shade Yebin’s mother had gifted you guys the day you moved in.

You let out an awkward, shaky laugh. “It’s all in your mind, (Y/N).”

Your phone rings, ripping through the silence and effectively made the tiny hairs all over your body stand up. “Motherfuck.” You hiss, clutching your heart as you take your phone from the counter.

It was an unknown number again.

“Hello?” You answer, a little too aggravated.

There was static on the other side and thinking the cell service was bad from the kitchen, you move to window and peek up into the cloudy sky. “Hello? This better not be a prank phone call.”

Instead of the silence you expected, you hear slow, heavy breathing.

“Hello? Who is this?” The clouds move and the moon shines the ground below. Your eyes drop to the street below and your chest tightens.

On the sidewalk that leads to your apartment building, there was a man dressed in a black hoodie, ripped jeans, and a black face mask covering half his face. He was looking up at your building, you weren’t so sure since his hoodie had casted a shadow over his eyes. But what caught your attention was his hand, holding up a phone to his ear.

You see his chest heave and at the same time, an exhale comes from the other line of your phone.

You drop your phone and stumble backwards as a scream erupts from your throat. You hear your roommates concerned shouts from outside the hall as they scramble to open the front door.

By the time they reach you, you were on the floor, shaking uncontrollably and crying from what you had seen.

Seventeen weeks and four days

Your landlady came to visit you and told you she had asked the campus police for extra security every night. They had also tried to trace the unknown number, but didn’t get any leads and guessed it came from a burner phone. Nevertheless, they reassured you that they’ll continue to investigate your case.

Minkyung and Yebin had slept beside you last night to comfort you, but the thought of having a stalker still haunted you.

You were still jittery and with your mind playing tricks on you, you grab your phone and head out.

“Hey, I heard from Ten what happened. Are you okay?” Johnny asks as he opens the door for you.

“More or less? Uhm…” You look inside the room as you toed off your shoes.

“He’s taking a shower. He actually planned to go to you, but I guess you beat him to it.” Johnny cocks his head to the small bouquet of flowers on the side table. “I’m meeting Ten for an early dinner.”

“Bye.” You quietly say as you watch him close the door behind him.

With soft steps, you make your way to Jaehyun’s room. It was tidy as it always was. You can hear him singing as the shower turned on and it makes you smile.

As you move to sit on the bed to wait for him, your eyes catch the black face mask on his table. “Has he been sick?” You frown to yourself, walking over to it. Upon closer inspection, you find an old-school phone beneath it. You dismissed it as a toy when you try to open it and consequently failed to do so.

Your eyes travel to the picture frame beside it. It was you, of course. You were with him to help him choose the picture he’d have printed and framed. You pick it up only to put it down as fast as you could when your fingers came into something sticky.

“Ugh, Jung Jaehyun!” You hiss, stretching your hand as far away as possible. You were disgusted, to say the least, but a part of you is flattered to know your boyfriend jacks off to you instead of some porno video or magazine. You walk to his laundry basket and grab the first thing you could and wiped your hands on it.

You feel bad for using one of his black hoodies to clean your hands but he’d understand. As you returned the dirty laundry back into the pile, you noticed the light washed denim jeans inside. There was an unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach when you see that they were tattered. It’s a coincidence, you convince yourself, a horrible coincidence.

You throw the jacket back into the basket and walked over to the other side of the room to sanitize your hands with the bottle of rubbing alcohol liked to keep there. Your emotions have suddenly turned a complete 180 degrees; when you stepped inside the apartment, you felt safe and secured. But after running into items that looked so out of place and had triggered your memories of the past events the last weeks, you were uneasy.

The sound of the shower turns off and you cast a glance at the bathroom door, catching your reflection on the full length mirror. You blink repeatedly, seeing (yet another) item that you did not know Jaehyun had owned.

Your heart began to speed up as you twist around to get a better look. You could hear your heart beating in your ears with every slow step you took towards the corner of the room. There, hidden behind an armchair, resting against the crevice where the adjacent walls met, was a metal baseball bat. You wanted to throw up as your mind connected the dots.

Jaehyun was always protective of you.

“(Y/N)?”

You gasp, turning around, putting a hand over your chest.

Jaehyun, dressed in a loose shirt and boxers with a towel haphazardly thrown over his head, looked as equally as surprised as you.

He couldn’t possibly have done it.

You choke on the onslaught of tears, running to him and burying your face into his chest.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay.” He automatically wraps his arms around you, smoothing your hair down. “You’re okay. I’m here. You’re safe with me.”

Jaehyun holds you tight, letting you cry out the remaining fear from the previous night, all the while placing kisses on your head and rubbing your back.

“Oh god,” You breathe in, smelling his strawberry-scented shower gel. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you, too.” He pulls away, tilting your face towards him. “How are you? Did you get any sleep? If I found out any sooner, I would have gone over to you.”

You shake your head, “I couldn’t sleep properly, even though Yebin and Minkyung stayed with me.”

“Have you eaten at least? Let me cook something for you to eat.”

“I-I… Don’t leave me here.” You hated yourself for sounding so weak.

Jaehyun offers you a soft smile, “No one’s going to hurt you while I’m around. But if you really don’t want to stay in my room, you can come with me to the kitchen.”

He leads you to the kitchen by the hand, his thumb running over your knuckles. He makes small talk with you, asking how your finals went, and you smile to yourself, seeing how he wanted to get your mind off last night.

You respond to his questions and watch him fry some eggs and slices of pork. It didn’t take too long for him to serve it to you with some reheated rice from this morning.

“Eat up, baby girl.”

“Baby girl?” You smirked, “Should I call you daddy, then?”

Jaehyun laughs, a blush still makes it way to the apples of his cheeks. “Be careful what you wish for.” He whispers into your ear, trying to sound seductive but ended up chuckling.

He watches you eat and from time to time, lets you feed him some.

“What are your plans after graduation?” He asks out of the blue.

You swallowed your food, “My plans?”

He nods, waiting for you to answer.

“Get a job?” You shrug, “I haven’t thought about that at all, actually.”

“How about moving into a new apartment?”

You pause for moment, “I don’t know if I can afford it, but my contract for my apartment right now ends two months after graduation so I should probably look into it.”

“Well,” Jaehyun massages his nape and avoids your gaze; a telltale sign he was nervous. He looked exactly the same when he first asked you out. “My parents graduation gift for me is my own apartment room in downtown Seoul. I was wondering if, you know, you’d want to move in with me.”

You stare at him, trying to process what he had just said. “Will your parents be okay with that? I mean, I thought you and Johnny would still be sharing an apartment.”

“He and Ten have their own plans, besides, I’m not sharing a bed with Johnny.” That makes you giggle and he lets out a short chuckle of his own, “And about my parents… they love you like their own daughter. They wouldn’t mind. I’m willing to bet they’re hoping for grandchildren in two years.”

“Woah there, big boy.” You laugh, “How about we take baby steps instead of hoping of seeing our baby take their first ones, huh?”

“Tell that to my parents.” He grumbles like a child and you reach up to pinch his cheeks.

“Anyways, I’d love to.”

“Hm?”

“I’d love to move in with you.”

It takes a second for Jaehyun to grin at your answer, both cheeks displaying a dimple each. “Really?”

You giggle at his reaction, biting down on your lower lip while you nod. “Yes, really.”

He pulls you in for multiple kisses, making you laugh in between each one. The last one he planted stayed longer against your lips, igniting a heat below your belly. His tongue grazes your lips and you instantly grant him access into your mouth, moaning at the sensation of his tongue sliding against yours.

His hands snake onto your thighs, roughly massaging them before pulling you tight against his body. You cling onto him; mouths undetached as he hauls you up and takes you back to the bedroom.

As if you were a delicate piece of china, Jaehyun sets you down on his bed with utmost care. He pulls away from the kiss, leaving a string of saliva between your lips before it snaps as he straightens himself to remove his shirt.

“Oh, god.” You groan, “I can’t believe I lasted 4 months.” You palmed him over his boxers with one hand while the other travelled upwards, fingers dancing across the expanse of the hard muscles of his abdomen and chest. Before you can slip your hands into his shorts, he grabs both of your wrists.

“I still owe you a destresser.” Jaehyun reminds you with a matching smirk on his lips.

You let him undress you, watching his eyes dart to every newly exposed skin and grow darker with carnal lust to every drop of clothing article on the floor by his feet. When you’re finally stripped off of all your clothes and underwear, he gently pushes you back until you’re lying on the bed. With a light tap on your thighs, your legs part to make room for him.

He removes his boxers and kneels on the bed, one hand already stroking his hard member. He leans down and kisses you, “I’m going to show you how much I missed you.”

“Don’t hold back.” You challenged and he playfully scoffs at you.

“When have I ever held back?”

Before you could answer, a digit dips into your core. A shaky sigh escapes you as Jaehyun languidly moves his finger around.

“Show me how much you missed me first.” He quietly says, “Use my hand.”

Whimpering, you covered his hand with your own, grinding your clit into his palm. Your fingers tapped onto his middle finger and he got the message, inserting it along with his pointer finger. He dragged them against your inner walls that caused you to softly moan.

You lifted your hips, hoping to get some more leverage but Jaehyun flexes his middle finger and it brushes against your g-spot. You gasp, dropping your weight back down to the bed. From there, Jaehyun takes over.

With no warning, he pumps his fingers into you, curling them inside before pulling out. It felt amazing and your body was already starting to convulse. He continued his actions, going harder and faster, ignoring the signs of your oncoming orgasm.

You cry out, grabbing onto his wrist with both hands as your body violently shook.

Not wasting any time, Jaehyun takes whatever essence of your climax his fingers collected and smears it over his cock, giving it a few more pumps before he slides it in you.

Your moan may or may not have been too loud for the neighbors to hear, but you had no control over it. Despite being sensitive and still high from your orgasm, you try to spread your thighs further for him. One of your legs pinned his on the bed while you wrapped the other around his hips.

Jaehyun mumbles something about you being tight and how it feels amazing just before he begins to thrust, slow and deep. He leans over and kisses your neck, alternating between sucking and licking every patch of skin he can get his mouth on.

“I’m going to mark you so other guys wouldn’t think twice about hitting on you, okay?” He thrusts a little too hard, as if to punctuate his question, and you groan in response.

“Yes, yes,” You gasp, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders. “I’m yours.”

He makes almost an animalistic growl, hips moving more erratically with your words. “Say that again.”

“I’m yours.” You chant, almost like a prayer.

With every repetition of your invocation, Jaehyun snaps his hips into you, gaining more speed and power. It had you curling your toes and teetering over a cliff, ready to jump head first into ecstasy only he can deliver.

Your body thrashed against him as he gave you your second mind-blowing orgasm for the night. He helps you ride it out, keeping your hips still as he shallowly pushed into you. Unintentionally, you clenched around him and he moans at the sensation.

“Shit, that feels so good, baby.” He rasps, throwing his head back.

“Won’t you come?” You asked, pouting up at him as you catch your breath.

Slowing down his thrusts, he looks down at you. He studies how you were still shivering from your high, how his kisses on your necks have bloomed into a bouquet of purple flowers, how your breasts rose with every haggard breath. He takes one into his hand, softly palming it. “I’m getting there.”

“Is there anything you want me to do?” You watch his eyebrows scrunch up and his lips curl into a wicked grin.

He pulls out of you all of a sudden and crawls until his knees are on either side of your chest. “Open up.”

You part your lips and stick your tongue out a little.

Jaehyun groans at the lewd sight of you; taking his cock into his hand and pumping as fast as he can. He places the tip on your tongue when beads of pre-cum ooze out.

You lick it up immediately, coaxing him to ejaculate by running your tongue on the underside of his cock’s head.

A string of curses fall from Jaehyun’s lips as he finally found the final push he needed to come. White, hot liquid shoots into your mouth and amidst of you swallowing it, the remaining cum splashes onto your cupid’s bow, cheek, and chin. He cries out in anguish when you push yourself up to suck him dry with hollowed cheeks. As you fall back to bed, one last spurt escapes him and hits your brow.

Seeing it dribble down your eyelid, Jaehyun uses his thumb to swipe it off. Before he can clean his finger, you grab hold of his wrist and guide it to your mouth, collecting the salty substance with your tongue.

“Jesus christ, (Y/N).” Jaehyun exhales, feeling his cock twitch at the salacious scene.

“I just missed how you tasted.” You giggled, kissing his thumb. “Still delicious.”

He combs your sweat-slicked hair and chuckles, his ears turning red at the compliment, “Well, I’m sure you taste sweeter.”

You jut out your lower lip at him, “How would you know? You haven’t tasted me in months.”

“Oh?” His eyes glaze over once again, “Is that a challenge?”

“Baby,” You coo, “It’s an invitation.”

If his dimpled smile made you melt, a dimpled smirk made you melt in other places–places he was about to visit.

“Don’t mind if I do, then.” He trails a kiss from between your breasts down to your navel.

Your jaw drops when he arrives right at your core and does his magic.

You dip your head back down further on the bed, moaning at every flick of his tongue. You turn your head to the side and your eyes fall on the baseball bat from earlier. You had a clearer view of it this time.

You had a clearer view of the other end stained with dark red splatters.

Your blood ran cold and you froze up.

Jaehyun, realizing immediately that you had stopped responding to his actions, pulls away and looks at you. His gaze follows yours and once he spots what had grabbed your attention, he hovers above you and places a hand on either side of your head. “Look at me.” He commands.

“You couldn’t have…” You murmur, meeting his darkened eyes.

“He touched you.” He simply states, devoid of any emotion.

“Jaehyun!” You reprimand, but he cuts you off.

“He disrespected you, (Y/N). I wasn’t going to let that pass by!”

“How did you even know I was the bar? Were you following me?”

“I wanted to make sure you were safe!”

You push him off, scooting off the bed and picking out your clothes from the floor. This wasn’t something you wanted to discuss in the nude. “Well, I was! Yebin and Minkyung were there with me. We left before he could do anything else. You didn’t have to beat him up with a bat! Jesus christ! Jae! You’re wanted by campus police.”

“He got what he deserved, (Y/N).” He coolly shrugs his shoulders, grabbing his boxers and slipping them on while watching you dress.

“And what about those guys from the pool?” You suddenly remembered running into them the other day.

“I only meant to go after the one who couldn’t keep his eyes off you.” Jaehyun admits, “But his friends came looking for him, so I had to deal with them as well.”

“You took them by your–” You shut your eyes in frustration and disbelief. It felt like you didn’t even know the man in front of you. Shaking your head with a scoff, you avoid his piercing glare.

Another thought pops into your head, a scarier one that gave you goosebumps.

You look to the table and stare at the black face mask, “…w-were you the guy last night?”

“Yes. I was outside your window, too, when you masturbated.”

You gaped at him with horrified astonishment. “Why?” It took every fiber of your body not to start shaking from fear and disgust. “You scared me shitless!”

“That was the point.”

Your jaw drops, unable to formulate a proper response, nevertheless, Jaehyun continues.

“I had to scare you back to me.”

“What?!”

“I was losing you.” His voice finally breaks from the monotony and raises an octave higher. “You asked for an extension when I was at my limit. I missed you!”

“I was mad! You punched my best friend, Jaehyun! I had the right to be! And it didn’t mean you were losing me. I just needed time to cool down!” You pinch the bridge of your nose. Never, in the four years, you and Jaehyun have spent together did you argue like this. This was a completely different side to your boyfriend and all these revelations were giving you a headache. You needed time to process them. “I can’t do this.”

You make a move to leave but Jaehyun blocks your path.

“Can’t do what?” His voice had dropped and his eyes were practically black as the night. Taken aback from his demeanor, you were unable to respond to him, making him ask again in a raised voice. “Can’t do what, (Y/N)?!”

“Let me go, Jae. I need to go.”

“Go where? Who are you running of to, huh? Doyoung? Taeyong?”

“Why are you dragging Taeyong into this?”

Jaehyun scowls, “I saw you giving his picture a heart eyes react.”

“Oh my god!” You shout, “Do you hear yourself right now? So I liked his new photo because I thought his new hairstyle looked good. He’s our friend, remember? Jaehyun, please, let me leave.”

“And what? Extend our break even more? I don’t think so.” He reaches for your hand, but you move away. “(Y/N).”

“You’re honestly scaring me right now.” You back away until you feel the wall behind you. “Why are you acting like this?”

“Because I love you, (Y/N),” He steps forward, “Everything I do is for you. I have to protect you. If you could only see how other guys look at you, how they would undress you with their eyes–I, I can’t let them disrespect you like that. They need to know that you’re mine and I’m yours.”

“And if you really, really do love me, Jae,” Your eyes tear up, “You would let me leave.”

“No. W-why?” His eyebrows scrunched up in frustration “Do you want to break up?”

You swallow hard, “I’m really scared right now, Jaehyun. Just please give me time to think–”

“Answer me!” He yells, making you flinch in your spot. He traps you against the wall, “Are you thinking about breaking up with me?”

“I don’t feel safe with you right now.” You breathed. Your words were barely audible but they rang like sirens in Jaehyun’s ears.

He steps away from you, the emotions on his face have changed from hostile to defeated. His eyes are wet as they searched around the room for something, and they fell on the full length mirror attached to the bathroom door. Huffing, he takes two large steps towards it and swings as hard as he can.

You shrieked as his fist connected to the mirror, creating a large, cracked web onto it. You had expected him to stop, or at most react to the the pain of the blow, but he repeatedly punched the mirror, smashing chunks of the glass and sending them crashing to the floor.

“Jae, stop!” You yell, but it was as if he couldn’t hear you.

You found yourself grabbing his arms at the first sight of crimson staining the mirror. “Jaehyun!”

“Go away! I don’t want to hurt you,” He spares you a tormented glance. His cheeks were damp from tears already. “I can’t hurt you, so let me–”

He attempts to throw another punch, but you hold him back. Then both of you struggled with one another, until he nudges you away and faces you. “You hate me!” He cries.

You shake your head in denial, but he repeats himself.

“You hate me.”

“I never said that.” You squeaked, staring into his eyes.

“You wanted to break up.” Jaehyun grabs a fistful of his hair as he shuts his eyes.

“I never said that, either.” You quietly admonished, shakily reaching up to wipe his tears.

He had flinched away from your touch at first, snapping his eyes wide open like an injured beast being cornered, but the way you looked at him made him drop his defenses.

“I’m sorry.” He chokes out, sobbing like a little boy and your heart wrenches at the sight. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He repeats over and over until you pull him down, letting his head rest on the crook of your neck. “I can’t lose you, (Y/N). I can’t. I just wanted to protect you.”

“You’re not gonna lose me and you won’t.” You run one of your hands down his back while the other combed through his hair.

He pulls away, tears still flowing down his cheeks, “You’re not leaving me?”

You take in his expression; a mix of pain, anguish, confusion, guilt, and above all that, you see the expression that made you choose him and stay by his side: love.

“I mean, I have to go home sooner or later.” You cock your head, offering him an unsure smile in an endeavour to bring up his mood, and it sort of did. The briefest flash of his dimple with the curl of the corners of his lips told you that you had at least succeeded in making him laugh. “But I can spend the night if you want to.”

“I want you to.” He mumbles and you smile up at him.

“Then I’ll stay the night.” You pull him down until his forehead was touching yours. Playing with the short hairs on his nape, you whisper onto his lips, “I love you.”

A smile finally breaks out onto his face, lighting it up from the solemn mood “I love you, too.”

“Let’s get your hand cleaned up and wrapped, okay?” You kiss his cheek and lead him out the room, careful not to step on any glass shards.

The clock in the living room struck 12 and exhaustion seeped into your system. You were beginning to accept that there was something terribly wrong with your boyfriend’s psychological health. You should have ran away when you had the chance; you should have left when he, himself, told you to. But you remembered his eyes when he spared you a glance. Something in them switched like an on and off button when they were on you in comparison to when he had been punching the wall.

You look over your shoulder and up at Jaehyun, who sniffed as he inspected his bleeding knuckles.

Your friends have always told you how much he doted you.

Up until tonight, you had no idea just how devoted Jaehyun was to you.

devoted 2 part 1

devotee (jaehyun’s pov)

#nct #nct 127 #jung jaehyun #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun smut #nct scenarios #nct smut

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More shenanigans with Clanmen

And another big one coming:

What the censored does this even have to do with clans? lol

A lot, actually. :’D

And quite frankly, we are unbothered by you telling what makes our clan image really. It's not like people think you even look pretty yourself out here kissing the admins' boots for everything they do.

I can’t phrase what it is, the “we are unbothered by you telling what makes our clan image really“ and “you even look pretty yourself out here kissing the admins' boots“ makes me giggle a lot - y’all can check my Track history (yes, I’m bringing this back) and y’all can view that I only “defended” the Admins around.. 2-3 times during my life, and that’s about it - if y’all check both my Tumblr, Discord, ect, y’all can see that about 90% of the times, I do despise them - I, at the least, know the difference between an Admin and a Developer (this will be brought up again, don’t worry). As for the “unbothered”, about... 6 clanmen of the same clan say otherwise, two (now 3) still show signs of such.

Let me tell you one of the things that irks me the most:

It's that when people basically just complain - telling people off for giving the admins/developers the amount of negative feedbacks that they get, saying: We complain too much; the admins are humans too give them a break; be grateful this game still exists; and negative comments impolite (apparently? :'D)

So.. basically being a normal civilized human being irks you? Like..

telling people off for giving the admins/developers the amount of negative feedbacks that they get: You’re basically saying to continue to bash them for “not fixing x” even though they’re Admins and not Developers, they can’t really fix anything;

We complain too much; the admins are humans too give them a break: While I do agree some complaints are a tad... why and some do need more attention, I really don’t see where’s the bad in the latter, if you were an Admin, you probably would wish people would give you a break after receiving thousands and thousands of PMs; :’D

be grateful this game still exists; and negative comments impolite (apparently? :'D): To this day, it’s the only MMORPG HTTYD game you’ll ever see that’s in a... complete state, until someone makes an upgraded (and better) MMORPG HTTYD game... yeah, be grateful this exist. As for the latter, I’ve seen multiple cases where users spoke with a very unreadable or plain-out negative text and the Admins tried to help them but the user didn’t gave enough information - if you want the Jumpstart Support or the Admins to help you then... write a goddamn decent and polite comment with all the information they need, it’s common sense, for crying out loud.

I mean.. where do I even start?

Listen pal, if we see an issue in the game, as players/customers of the game, we have the rights to be free to speak up about it. Sure, the admins/developers are humans too, but it is what they signed up for, as much negative feedbacks that they recieve, they are responsible and accountable for what it is. And just so you know, the players who complain are actually the supporters of the game, and the more open the players are about the issues in the game, the more support this game gets, because those who complain about the problems are those who care about the game and we address them because we wish to see a better future to the game. So, just because we have bad things to say, doesn't mean we don't believe in the admins too. Otherwise, why would we even bother to give a comment.

“Sure, the admins/developers are humans too, but it is what they signed up for, as much negative feedbacks that they recieve, they are responsible and accountable for what it is.”

Hum... oh okay, so if I signed up as a receptionist, it’s my responsibility for all the negative commentaries, even those that can’t be solved by me? That’s why there are people out there that support the idea of “being polite with those who work hard”, often times, people who work at receptionists, cash registers, you name it, about 80% of the complaints they get are complaints they can’t even fix and either have to ask for a manager or try to calm the person down since there’s not that much to do. Saying that “it is what they signed up for“ it’s basically saying “they’re the fault of all the glitches that happen and therefore they have to fix it right away” even though they can’t really do that much but to:

Ask you to send an email to Jumpstart Support (the equivalent of asking for a manager);

Or try to keep them calm.

Hell, I’ll give another example, a part of the Fandom website got fucked up and an user files a complaint reply to me about how there’s a section of the website itself that’s glitched, so I send a Glitch Complaint Email to Fandom support about said glitch - according to you, it’s MY responsibility that the Fandom website has that glitch and therefore, it’s ME who has to fix it, not the Fandom Devs. Do you understand what the fuck you just said or...

And just so you know, the players who complain are actually the supporters of the game

Since when though? Would be nice if you added a source referring to that, and just because they are the “supporters of the game”, it doesn’t mean they have to be respected - hell, I may be an Admin of the Wiki, but that doesn’t mean that everyone needs to fall to their knees before me, I ain’t some kind of goddess, I’m just a casual player who edits the wiki. And if they’re the “supporters of the game” then why don’t they have a special title? Supposed “supporters” should at the least have a special title like games like Pony Town has. Hell, there was even a Narrative Designer that appeared when clearing up the Hobblegrunt confusion (link available at the Hobblegrunt page at the SoD wiki btw) and how do we know it’s a Narrative Designer?

Because they have their own title. If these supposed “supporters” don’t have their own title then... I’m sorry but you are saying fake shit and I don’t believe one bit until you give a proper source.

And the funniest thing? The same two “supporters” are the same users that are calling those who believe the Admins “fools” so... what a nice duo of supporters the Admins have, huh.

the more open the players are about the issues in the game, the more support this game gets, because those who complain about the problems are those who care about the game and we address them because we wish to see a better future to the game.

One thing is complain about a glitch to bring awareness, another thing is call everyone a “fool” for believing in the Admins - and I should note that this only started to happen after CotC got cancelled. No one was calling anyone a fool for x, it only and exclusively started happening after that became a thing.

And you’re saying that as if that’s what they’re doing when they aren’t. Need I remind you that one of the.. supposed “supporters” said this:

And this:

The bottom one was repeated 3 times throughout the entire thread. And remember, ever since this thread happened, the same user is now going on a spree of casually telling everyone that they’re fools for believing in the Admin’s lies. And this user is supposedly a “supporter”, everybody.

What a great way to show how good your clan is by having a clanman doing... this.

So, just because we have bad things to say, doesn't mean we don't believe in the admins too. Otherwise, why would we even bother to give a comment.

Again, those two “supporters” (specifically one of them) have something to say about that. And given how a clan behave... you probably only did that to “protect the other clanmen”.

And the devs need negative feedbacks, otherwise how can they even know what's wrong with the game DUUHHH. Other than that, the admins/devs themselves (most of the time (?)) don't always know what's good for the game, because unlike the players, they don't experience the gameplay experience themselves, so they don't know what bugs/glitches that actually matters and needs fixing and changes that needs to be done.

I agree with your point, though, like I said before, one thing is complain about a glitch to bring awareness, another thing is call everyone a “fool” for believing in the Admins. Those guys, specifically one of them, was going around casually saying that everyone’s a fool for believing in the Admin’s bullshit, how is that bringing awareness??

And “the admins/devs themselves (most of the time (?)) don't always know what's good for the game, because unlike the players, they don't experience the gameplay experience themselves“ yet again, Admins =/= Developers, and Developers have Beta Testers within them, to build a game and release it to the public, you HAVE to play it, there has been games where it really looks like the Testers didn’t played at all and have the double the amount of glitches that SoD has. And granted, there are suggestions that have been a thing for years (like the Feed All Button), though, that doesn’t necessarily mean that they haven’t added suggestions - as someone in the CotC Thread said before...

And you can't expect everyone to address things the way you approve, nor expect everyone to shut up and deal with it like the admins/devs are saints - pretending there's nothing wrong for the sake of human sympathy, as it's so irrelevant. Kindly open your eyes please, this world isn't perfect and someone needs to say something about it.

What way I approve, though??? Like... what??? xD

File a polite, informative complaint email or PM is like. common sense. To let them help you, you have to help them understand what happen, that’s the basic of rules when it comes to file a complain to any form of support. And showing politeness to any support, really, gives off a better self-light than talking like you have some sort of anger problems with all caps and “speakin lik dis”. It’s literally common sense, it’s not a thing from me, it’s common sense - you wouldn’t file a complaint to any support email from any real life brand by typing “my machine doesnt work now, pls fix it”. They’ll probably either ignore it or ask for, you guess it, more fucking details.

Also I didn’t even told them to shut up????? I just told them that going around also telling other they’re fools for believing the Admins wouldn’t really give their clan a good image, that’s all I said! I didn’t even told them to shut up! Are you that protective to your clan that you’re assuming waaay to many things that I said??? Goddamn. xD

Also, where did you even g e t that “pretending there's nothing wrong for the sake of human sympathy, as it's so irrelevant.“???? “Kindly open your eyes please” Look who’s talking, at the least, I know what I’m talking about, I don’t suddenly bring “sake of human sympathy” and “expect everyone to shut up” out of the blue! xD

I think I've said enough. Oh and P.S _--_-- and _------_------ are actually one of the game's biggest supporters just so you know, especially in clan tournament ;)

Like I said, a source about that would be appreciated and those same guys are also the ones going around saying “we are fools for believing in the Admins’ bullshit”. And “especially in Clan Tournament”, well, that explains their sore loser behavior, you just made my point even stronger by proving once again that the reason they’re behaving like that is because of the cancellation of the CoTC.

Oh and after I said that second-to-last paragraph explains practically everything, I’m amazed they didn’t understood what I meant with that and... sent this:

Why do people geninely think that sending gifs makes them feel more powerful and threatening? What is that gif supposed to imply? Fear? Dread? “Urgh”? Explain to me, please because all I see is a gif with... “Now run along”. Ofc I did thanked them for the lil chat because it was pretty nice.

#school of dragons #you dont see this everyday folks #lps100 derps

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Mistaken Identity, a RCIJ Fic

Prompt: Tinkerbae Twins Reveal Rumbelle Grandparents

Recipient: @maddiebonanafana

Rating: PG

Summary: There’s nothing quite like having people confuse you and your crush for expecting parents.

Author’s Note: I hope you really enjoy this present, Maddie. I have to admit I struggled with it a lot because I just could NOT make it work as a rumbelle prompt. It just... it felt too difficult. The prompt would naturally venture more into Tinkerbae territory but since the focus is supposed to be Rumbelle and I wanted to give you that I tried hard to make it work and this is what came out. I’m sorry there’s no smut, the story just didn’t naturally go that way. I’m sorry that I had such problems with your prompt but I hope you like how I managed to make it all about Rumbelle in the end! Thanks for all your help!

For anyone who is curious about the products mentioned in this fic Gold and Belle go to this baby store, which I thought was very much in keeping with Tink and Bae’s aesthetics. Except that creepy sheep mobile.

It had taken Bae a year to introduce him to his girlfriend, his old resentment and mistrust making him wary of how things would go. Royce didn't really blame him, after all that had happened between them. He was happy to have been given a second chance at all, really. Cristina- "Please, call me Tink, everyone does"- Green turned out to be a lovely woman. Curious, vivacious and upbeat, and most importantly truly in love with his son. He would have welcomed her in the family even if he'd thought her a horrible person, but thankfully that hadn't been the case. Then again Bae had always been a great judge of character. Not in the way Royce himself was, cerebral and calculating, but in an empathetic way. He saw into the hearts of people.

It was such an ability that first made him distance himself from his father, back when he'd been nothing more than a twisted mass of hurt and anger. And though it had hurt like nothing else in the world had ever had, Royce was glad Bae did it. It allowed him to grow emotionally healthy and carefree, had allowed him to build himself a little family. And had allowed him to, eventually, be open to reconnecting with him, to try to repair what Gold had thought irrevocably broken. And so, little by little, Bae had introduced him to his close circle of friends, his little New York family. Perhaps as a las passive-aggressive gesture he'd started with Fa Mulan, former roommate and chef who took six months to stop giving him the stink-eye. Wendy Darling, though friendly, seemed to always be wary of him, as if she half-expected him to snap at any given moment. Her brothers were little better, though they were a tad more discreet about it.

"Sir, can I help you?"

"I'm waiting for someone."

It had taken Bae weeks to tell him of his first days in New York City, having ran away from his mother's home. At sixteen he'd managed to take odd jobs until landing steady work as a busboy for the restaurant in which Mulan worked. It was her idea to put him up for the night when his landlord evicted him out of the blue but it was her roommate’s idea to sort of adopt him. She'd taken one look at his scrawny teen self and had decided he needed someone. Royce had no doubt Bae had fought tooth and nail against the very notion, still angry at the world and everyone in it, but there had been nothing but love in his eyes when he'd introduced him to "Mama Belle". With a name like that, he'd imagined someone different. Matronly, round, the sort of person that would adopt waifs and strays and keep one too many cats. Reality was... entirely different. Belle French was scarcely ten years older than Bae, a librarian working the Acquisitions department of the NYPL. She was small, even for his standards, and delicate-looking, though incredibly energetic at the same time, a force of nature. Neal found it easier to cave in to her gentle mothering than fight it, even though he was clearly unused to such attention.

Mama Belle was also embarrassingly attractive. A mass of gently-curled brown-red hair, impossible blue eyes, the most enchanting Australian accent he'd ever heard... it wasn't fair. He'd spent the first weeks after meeting her learning how to talk to her in words other than pathetic monosyllabic. Bae, the little shit, seemed to love it. He'd been afraid his father would lash out at Belle, a person who had gotten to be there for Bae when he hadn't, who was privy to a part of his life that Gold was struggling to access. To find him instead falling under Belle's spell was, he often said, karma.

It was Royce's reaction to Belle that finally made Bae introduce him to Cristina, a mechanical engineer working for some Manhattan-based company specializing in green energies or the like, something to do with solar panels that Tink had tried to explain to him at least five times since he'd met her. Fortunately for him his son's girlfriend seemed to be on his side, determined to see father and son working on repairing their relationship.

He considered it a triumph to have been one of the first people to hear about the pregnancy, and the later announcement that they were expecting twins. At forty-seven Royce felt a bit young for grandchildren but he didn't have to pretend to be excited. As unlikely as it seemed he loved children. Children didn't judge, didn't criticise, weren't malicious. Children loved unconditionally, passionately, without pretence or expectations. He'd loved raising Bae, even though they'd been dirt-poor at the time, and had hoped for more children in the future. And though none of his dreams had come true he now had, in a way, a second chance at that. He was wealthy now and had little to spend it on other than grandkids so when Bae asked him for help outfitting the nursery- "Tink's got her hands full trying to finish as much as possible at work before maternity leave and between work and school I just don't have the time"- he'd agreed comically fast. He hadn't considered the dynamics of it at the time, hadn't considered how little he knew about modern childcare products or Bae and Tink's own tastes. When Bae had been born, they had been too poor for anything not donated or second-hand, and had done without much of what he was sure his son and daughter-in-law would consider essential.

"I'm sorry I'm late, but I'm here."

Belle appeared next to him out of thin air, so deep in his own thoughts he'd been. Obligingly he ducked his head a little so she could kiss his cheek, something that had taken some getting used to, and smiled shyly. He was glad the fear of failing his son had pushed him into calling in reinforcements, he was sure that otherwise he wouldn't have dared bother Belle. She, gentle soul that she was, had jumped at the chance to help. At thirty-two she was of an age where friends and acquaintances were starting their own families so she was fairly familiar with what Bae and Tink would need for the twins, and were best to get it. He certainly wouldn't have located the trendy Brooklyn store by himself, with its modern industrial designs very unlike his own preferences. But it was, he acknowledged, very much in keeping with what he had seen in Bae and Tink's flat, modern and sleek.

"So, how does the grandpa-to-be feel? Must be a bit disconcerting, being a grandfather at such an age. I know when Bae joked about his children calling me "Grandma Belle" I almost hit him with a leather-bound edition of Les Mis."

He winced, hoping the glee on his face wasn't stupidly evident.

'She thinks I'm young.'

"Okay, so here we can cover most of the furniture and bedding, but I want to go to other places for the clothing, get more diversity."

It took her one raised hand and a smile to get the attention of an employee, who took one look at Gold's Brioni suit and Belle's patent leather designer shoes and snapped almost comically to action, ready to sell them every single item on the store. Thankfully, however, Belle seemed to have clear ideas about what she wanted and how she wanted it, and though she didn't use intimidation or thinly-veiled threats bur rather charm and gentle coaxing, it reminded him a lot of his own deal-making process.

"Your wife is a very astute shopper, sir."

It took him a moment to realise the shopping assistant was talking to him and a moment longer to realise she was talking to him about Belle. He felt himself grow hot in the face immediately, his mind searching for the words to explain the mistake without dissolving into unintelligible stammering.

"Come, sweetheart, I want you to see this adorable bassinet I just discovered."

As he allowed himself to be lovingly-dragged by Belle he looked around, seeing many sets of eyes on them, many of them male, all of them faintly questioning. And it struck him that what they saw was an old, besotted fool and the pretty young thing he had somehow managed to knock up. They thought they were a couple, shopping and preparing for the arrival of a baby. And, embarrassingly, he found himself loving it. It was easy, especially given Belle's tactile nature, to wrap an arm loosely around her waist and lean close to study the bassinet she was pointing at, easy to keep close to her as they moved on to the mobile section.

"Oh, God, who would buy that awful sheep mobile? It looks like it could be the centre part of a horror movie argument."

It was the shopping experience he'd always wanted for when he'd been waiting for Bae's arrival. A full wallet, a warm and enthusiastic partner and all the time in the world. Belle, with her whimsical yet practical nature, was a perfect complement to his own rather extravagant and over-indulgent tastes. Every purchase meant a lively debate, complete with good-natured bantering and a thrilling dash of flirting. It became a game of sorts between them, a gentle tug-o-war that lead to some interesting purchases.

"Tink's gonna love that giant bunny lamp, just you wait."

"I'm still telling Bae it was solely your idea. I'll tell them I fought valiantly, made him proud."

After the first store came others, and though he had a minor scare when Belle realised people were mistakenly assuming they were expecting parents, she didn't seem to mind, rather the contrary. She played it up, made it a part of her rather formidable shopping strategy. And though he knew it was stupid, and risky and likely to leave him emotionally compromised, he gave himself over to the fantasy completely. It was bittersweet how easy it was, how little effort it required. He was prickly by nature, skittish and touch-shy, but it wasn't so with Belle. Something about her made it dangerously easy to lower his defences, to let her in. By the time the sun began to sink and they exited their last shop, Toys R Us, he knew he was a goner.

"Well, this was fun, being pregnant for a day. Thanks for letting me tag along."

"I couldn't have done this without you. Had no idea babies required so many things, other than the obvious. And I'm glad that people's assumptions didn't make you uncomfortable. I'll admit it was easier to pretend."

Belle bit her lip, which he quickly categorised as the world's most erotic unconscious habit, and tilted her head to the side.

"Maybe people could... mistake us for a couple on their first date? Say... on Sunday? I know a lovely place for brunch, most divine omelettes and a raspberry jam to die for."

It took him a rather long amount of time to process her words, to pair them up with the hopeful, open expression on her face and the rather endearing nervous way in which she tugged a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Y-y-yes, that'd be... yes. Sunday. This Sunday. Around eleven?"

"Eleven would be perfect."

A year later Mr and Mrs Gold were amused at having to pretend to be expecting their second son instead of their first.

"It's the bunny lamp. No shop is going to forget the couple that bought a toddler-sized bunny night lamp."

"Oh, hush and look at this adorable tree bookcase. I swear the moment I saw it I felt Gideon kick. We must have it."

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