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starlightandfairies · 25 days

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Hiiii I hope you don’t mind me requesting again! I love the one you did for me! It made me incredibly happy.

May I request a Lorenzo St. John x female reader? This time I was thinking of a lot of fluff and hurt/comfort? If that’s okay of course. Again, human reader please. This time reader is very stubborn and always acts tough. She dislikes supernaturals a lot. She’s friends with Elena and her group.

One day reader gets kidnapped and threatened by an enemy vampire if the Salvatore’s. The brothers save her, but once she gets home she starts to panic and cry because she’s had enough and doesn’t know if she can take anymore of the supernatural drama. But Enzo stops by her house to ask for a favor and the reader acts like she’s fine but it’s obvious she’s been crying and he tries to comfort her, despite her not liking him much.

Ahhh sorry this is long again! I just have so many ideas….um ignore this if it’s too much. I hope you have a wonderful full day and night!!

Description: The reader is kidnapped by an old enemy of the Salvatores and as tries to pretend that everything is okay but fails at doing so.

Warnings: she/her pronouns, fluff, swearing

*Requests are open, please send through as many requests as you want, check my character list and requesting rules.*

I honestly got so excited when you requested Enzo! Thank you for requesting again and yay! I'm so happy the other one made you happy. I'm glad! I'm honestly not happy about how this one turned out but I hope you still enjoy it regardless.

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Last name, POV = Point of view

Word Count: 1,358

First Person's POV

Once I turned 18 I promised I would leave Mystic Falls for good. This town is a goddamn beacon for chaos and danger. I wouldn't even be surprised if a hole to the end of the world opened right in the centre of town. One thing I hated more than maths was the supernatural beings that thought the world revolved around them. Of course, I loved Caroline, Bonnie and Elena. I tolerated Stefan and Damon but the others... the others it depended on who they were and what they've done. I tried my best to stay away from the chaos that the group got themselves into, sometimes it was relatively easy and other times it was damn hard.

Every day I make a bet with myself about if it's gonna be an easy day or a damn hard day. I made a bet that it'll be a damn hard day. I don't know what gave me that feeling, it was just that uneasy feeling when I woke up this morning and considering that the Salvatores had been kidnapped and beaten the last few days, I just assumed that the streak of unpleasantness would continue.

Heading towards the town square, I stood, waiting for the girls to show up, putting myself on edge due to the sudden paranoia that someone would be out to get me.

I don't know how it happened, or when it happened but I woke up, tied up and sitting on a mattress laid across the ground. I refused to cry, I would not let myself be seen as weak and give whatever asshole decided to use me as fish bait.

"Y/n... Y/n... Y/n..." I stared angrily at the figure, recognising the person as a Traveller, I rolled my eyes and stared at the figure flabbergasted as he slapped me.

"I need the Salvatores to come here, I see them with you, so here we are," I grunted through the rag, groaning as he pulled it from my mouth and went to speak but was literally hushed by the twit. He put his damn finger on my lips with a tut to silence me.

"Listen here... I don't care about how you want to run your damn mouth, I don't have the time, all I care about is bringing the Salvatores here and following the plan."

"And that would be?"

"Noneya."

"Oh, how mature," I muttered, hissing in pain as his fist collided with my face, I took another breath and smiled at the man showing that I didn't care and that it didn't faze me at all. I grunted as he shoved the rag back in and proceeded to pace the room. I couldn't help but flinch as the door slammed open and within the blink of an eye the Salvatores easily dealt with the guy and the adrenaline seemed to take away my thought processing and I ended up back home without really realising it.

I took a shower, got into my pyjamas, plopped down on the couch and that's when it all came out. I could feel my hands begin to shake, a tightness in my chest formed that made it hard to breathe. The tears came cascading down, the whole room seemed to spin and I couldn't stop my sobs from escaping. I do not want to go through that again, I do not want to be kidnapped and hurt. I can't go through that, this is all too much, maybe I should just move away? Get away from the town of death and suffering.

I couldn't tell you how long I had been crying for, I couldn't even tell you how the panic attack stopped or if it even stopped. I was sitting in a pool of tissues, I had already nearly gone through an entire box, I don't think I've cried this much before, I can't think of a time when the pain has been this bad.

I jumped hearing a knock on my door, I quickly and roughly rubbed my eyes doing my best to make the tears go away and hope that whoever it was wouldn't need anything from me. I forced a smile to my lips as I opened the door, surprised to see the lovely Enzo there, he was a vampire I liked and I will admit there are times when I prefer him over the Salvatores but also just like most of the supernatural my tolerance normally ran low.

"Enzo- hi."

"Hello, gorgeous... listen I need a favour-" The vampire cut himself off, he glanced around to the living area and then back at me. I did my best to keep smiling, not wanting to let my guard down.

"Gorgeous, what's going on?"

"I'm fine Enzo, listen I've got a busy day tomorrow and as much as I'm sure the favour cannot wait I cannot help you today." I tried closing the door on him, groaning as he easily stopped it and slipped into my home. I bit the inside of my cheek, finding it harder and harder to continue pretending that I was okay.

"You've been crying..."

"N-no I haven't. I said I am fine." I tried to make my words more pointed, hoping he'll truly believe that I was 'fine' but Enzo is smart and it was clear that my bullshit lies weren't enough to convince him.

"Talk to me, please." I wrapped my arms around myself, shaking my head, the tears inevitably coming, I could feel my lips quivering and my body shake as the sobs escaped my lips. I could feel Enzo leading me to the couch, he brushed away the tissues and sat beside me.

"Y/n... what's going on? What happened."

"I- one of the travellers took me and used me as bait to draw in the Salvatores... I can't deal with the supernatural any longer... I don't want to go through that again. This- this anxiety, I can't... I won't go through that again. I'm so scared Enzo, I can't keep pretending that I'm fine because everyone looks to me because they think I'm tough but the truth is-" I let out a sob that would prevent me from going on any further without struggling to voice my concerns. I shook my head, angry with myself for blubbering in front of Enzo.

I felt him wrap an arm around me, he lightly rubbed my shoulder, against all my wishes, I let myself curl against him. At that moment I didn't care about who was comforting me, all I cared about was seeking someone who would offer me the comfort I clearly needed.

"I can make it easier for you- I can... if you're comfortable, I can compel you... I can make it go away." I considered, that maybe it would make it easier to just disappear... make it easier to get away from all of this. I was about to allow him to do that but then I thought of Bonnie and Caroline and Elena... I couldn't do that to them.

"N-no, no. Thank you."

"If you ever change your mind... I know we aren't close, I think you don't like me at all but I'll make it go away. If you ever want." I took a few deep breaths, nodding and appreciating that Enzo would do this for me even after knowing that I wasn't his biggest fan.

"I don't not not like you but- it's not important right now."

"You know, you know gorgeous... I still think you are pretty tough, you know it's okay to cry and it's okay be worired." It felt reassuring to know that, I never wanted to let anyone down and I wanted them to know that I am strong and I am tough. That these things won't bother me or effect me.

"Means a lot to me."

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blueicequeen19 · 2 years

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Touron Pt. 13 (the end)

I blink myself awake at the sound of the screen door slamming. I'm still so tired. I don't even know how I made it back to the Chateau. Exhaustion was heavy in my bones. I slowly sit up and John B appears in the doorway.

"What happened to your face, dude?" He tosses me a bottle of water and I quickly gulp down half of it.

"My dad." I chirp, still feeling the ache from my broken nose.

"Why did you go home last night?"

"I didn't think I was welcome here last night."

"Dude, we're family. Fights happen." John B shrugs and drinks from his own water bottle.

"God, I fucked up with Pope." I groan, leaning my back against the couch.

"Pope is fine. Did you make things right with Lucy?" John B sits down in the comfy chair across from me. I swallow the lump in my throat at the mention of her name. I thought maybe if I focused on fixing things with Pope that I could put Lu out of my mind but I can't.

"No. She loves me, man. What am I supposed to do with that?" I rake my hand through my hair. I can still smell her on my skin.

"You don't have to do anything, bro. You love her too." I flinch at his words, looking at him like he'd just grown another head.

"I do not." I snap and John B rolls his eyes.

"Yes you do. I could tell there was something there the moment you sat next to her at the party. You two light up when you're together."

"It's just sex, man. I like fucking her. That's all." I scoff, looking out the window. Those words leave a bad taste in my mouth. So what if I like everything about her? I like that she doesn't feel the need to fit in. That her nose is always in a book or that she'd rather wear T-shirts or the adorable nose scrunch she does when she laughs. I like that she hates beer. I like that she eats the tomato off my sandwich and gives me her pickle.

"You're lying." John B's voice cuts in and I snap my attention back to him.

"I'm lying? How could I love someone who drives me crazy and pisses me off constantly?" I shout.

"Does it hurt worse when you're with her or away from her?" John B yells back and I exhale deeply. After last night, it hurt more now. Definitely a lot more. God, she told me so many times that she loved me and each time I shot her down.

"She's a Touron. She'll be gone in three weeks. It's not worth starting something over." Three weeks and she'll be gone. Three weeks and it'll be like I never existed to her. Three weeks and I'll have to forget how many times she told me she loved me.

"So? You're just making excuses because you're scared. Just be together and figure out the rest later. She's cousins with the Cameron's so it's not like she'll never come back."

"I'm not scared! I don't love her!"

"Oh yea? So you won't mind if Pope or I swoop in?" I jump to my feet and John B doesn't even flinch as he holds my gaze. I'm panting angrily. John B is my best friend but I find myself suddenly violent over the thought of him making a move on her.

"You better do something before someone else does. Girls like Lu don't stay single very long."

"I have nothing to give her." My voice cracks and John B rolls his eyes.

"If those things were important to her, she wouldn't have stuck around as long as she did."

Why would someone like Lu love me? I'm a worthless piece of shit. My dad had only told me a hundred times. I'm the reason we're broke. I'm the reason my mom left. I'm the reason he's so angry all the time. She wouldn't love me if she knew all those things. She'd realize what a broken piece of shit I was and she'd run away, picking the good guy. The safe guy.

I want to vomit at the thought of another man touching what's mine. Kissing her lips. Tasting her skin. Palming her perfect bubble butt. I growl and John B raises a dark brow at me. Fuck him for making me second guess literally everything about this summer.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do, Bree?" I demand and he sighs.

"Go to her and figure out the rest later. You'll regret it if you don't." John B says calmly. I jump up, snatching up a shirt that was hanging on the back of the couch and jump on my dirt bike.

What would I say to her? How could I convince her that I was sorry? I didn't know anything about relationships but I knew I wanted her. That's a start right?

I drop my bike and sprint to the tree outside her window. I climb as quickly as I can and throw her window open. I duck inside before anyone could see me. Like the Kook royals would actually let me through the front door?

I stop short as I take in the bare room. Everything is gone. I yank open drawers and look in her closet, finding everything empty. Like she was never here. I throw the bathroom door open and it's spotless. My stomach sinks and my throat tightens as I frantically take my phone out, calling her. It doesn't even ring, the animated voice telling me the call failed. I try three more times and get the same thing. Why wasn't she answering me? Where did she go? I clutch my chest, willing my heart to slow down while I fight to breathe.

The bedroom door opens and I suck in a breath. Blonde hair emerges and I hang my head when Rose steps in, stopping immediately when she sees me.

"What are you doing? How did you get in here?" Rose demands.

"Where is she?" I choke out, tears filling my eyes. I already know but I need someone to say it. Rose's shocked expression turns to one of sympathy and she lets out a long breath.

"She left this morning. She went home. Said she was sick of this place. Do I have you to thank for that?" Rose scowls at me and I clutch my chest again.

"She left." It comes off sounding like a question but I said it because I need to hear it. This can't be real. I fucked up and lost my chance. I can't breathe, tears falling down my cheeks. Rose steps towards me and I bolt back out the window. I quickly make my way down the tree and run to my dirt bike.

This is why I didn't want this to go any further. This pain is unlike anything I've ever felt. It hurts so badly that I wish my heart would just stop. I pushed her away and she left.

She left me.

#jj maybank smut #smutwarning #outer banks smut #dark!fic #dark #tw dark content #jj maybank fic #jj maybank imagine

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ammyamarant · 3 months

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A writing exercise that I don't know if it'll be in the vampire Lumen AU, but I've been in a slump lately and need to cheer myself up.

Something was wrong with this Sankta.

It wasn't like with a fallen Sankta. Her halo was still bright, and she didn't have horns or a tail. But as Jordi watched the woman enter the observation room with new saline pouches, he couldn't help but think something was wrong. The woman hummed slightly to herself, something that didn't sound like a typical Sankta hymn, as she busied herself with changing Thorns's bag. Her face flinched slightly as he snapped at her, but the restraints kept his fangs from her.

And her hands remained steady.

When she came over to him, her face brightened at the lucid look on his face. "How are you feeling?" she asked as she started replacing the bag

"I'm... fine."

She smiled at him, gentle. "That's good. I'll let Kal'tist know you're awake. Do you need anything? You should be getting a blood transfusion -"

"You're not... something is different about you. Something..."

"Not Sankta?" Her smile fell slightly. "Most people don't pick up on that."

Jordi tried smiling, trying to reassure her, knowing it was thin and sickly. "Maybe it's because I'm... not really Ægir anymore?"

The woman paused, mouth slightly open in a half formed response, before she shrugged. "Maybe. What gave it away for you?"

"A feeling." That she... might understand? Was that it? "And you didn't look at us like we're monsters."

She shook her head, smiling to herself. "No, I could tell you're both just in pain and scared. I might not be able to feel your emotions, but I've had practice with figuring out non-Sankta in my travels."

"Is that why this is the first time I've seen you? I've seen everyone else in Medical."

She nodded. "I don't like staying in one place for long. Maybe it was because my mother kept me hidden until her death, or how Ezell took me everywhere after we left Laterano to find my father and I loved seeing new places, or the Sarkaz blood in me, but I don't like staying in one place. I stop by Rhodes Island sometimes and help out, but I'm not an operator like Ezell was." The woman patted his shoulder, heedless of the sudden bloodlust making his jaw hurt. "But you're not a monster. Nor is Thorns. So I'm not afraid."

Jordi swallowed, nodding. She wouldn't say that if she knew how much he wanted to drink her dry. "What's your name?" he finally managed.

"Cecelia Pastore."

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rendevousz · 3 years

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freak

avengers x teen!fem!reader

summary: you get captured during a mission and the team saves you.

warnings: language, violence, brief misogyny, torture, **NO sexual assault (because as i was proofreading, i only implied most of the torture scenes because i didn't want to write it in graphic detail and i realised the vague wordings might be misinterpreted as sexual assault which IT IS NOT, just clearing it up), and also again, my inability to write good endings

word count: 4589

notes: i just rewatched iron man 2 so that explains justin hammer LMAO also ooc justin hammer because even tho mans evil, he gets extremely um.. cruel here but anyways i hope you enjoy this!!

you were 13 when you first met the avengers and 16 when you officially joined. you grew up as one of HYDRA's experimented children and the team had found you when they raided the base that you were in.

a small, sickly-looking kid you were, sat against your cell wall, hugging your knees. 13 but you could probably pass off as a 10 year old due to how malnourished and miserable you were. burying your head in between your knees, you covered your ears as the loud gunshot noises filled the whole place. the metal door of your cell slamming open against the wall had you whimpering, hands above your head in fear.

every time the door slammed open, guards would come drag you out for more experiments so it was an instinct for you to cower in fear at the sound.

"last room in the west hall, i found a little girl."

you heard nothing because you were covering your ears, preparing yourself to be forcefully dragged by the guards to the experiment room. but it never came.

"hey," a soft voice called. you were violently shaking at this point, breathing heavily as you tried to calm down. "hey, it's okay." the voice called out again and you felt them touch your shoulders.

your head immediately jolted up, flinching away from the stranger's touch. your eyes met a blue pair as you backed away into the corner in fear. "i'm sorry! i'm sorry, i didn't mean to." the man apologised. you slowly looked up at him, observing him. he had on a full black outfit, a quiver of arrows slinging on his shoulder and he was holding onto a bow.

"don't be scared. i'm here to help," he states with his hands out, as if to calm you down. "that's what they all say." you hissed through gritted teeth and a tear-stained face, glaring at him even though that could've been a very wrong move had it been with an actual HYDRA guard.

despite the strange feeling of being safe around this man, you didn't let your guard down. that's exactly what those scientists said seven years ago. trusting kind-looking men got you into this hell you never thought you would ever escape from and you weren't going to make the same mistake again.

"clint," a red-headed female, also in all black, entered through the open door of your cell with her pistol up. at the sight of the weapon, you broke your glare towards the man. your breathing quickened and you went back to your original position before the archer came; body pressed up against your knees and covering your ears with your palms.

"i'm sorry! i'm sorry! i'll come! please don't use that on me again," you whimpered, voice muffled as your face was hidden against your knees. the woman freezes mid-walk, looking at her friend with a bewildered expression.

"nat! put that away!" clint whispered harshly, eyes glaring at the pistol in nat's hands. nat's jaw dropped in realisation, a small gasp leaving her lips as she immediately put away her weapon.

she slowly makes her way to you and clint puts his arm out before she could get closer. he looks at her with a worried expression as he shook his head, as if telling her that she can't get too close to you. nat nods understandingly, crouching down a distance from you.

"hey," she spoke softly. "i promise you that we're not here to hurt you." you kept your face hidden from her, still hugging your legs tightly. nat sighs before sitting down.

"here, let's introduce ourselves. i'm nat and this right here is clint." you hear her speak and when you slowly lifted up your head, you saw the both of them sitting down in front of you, seeming to have made themselves at home in your pathetic cell. "what's your name?"

name? you had never been able to use your name before. you always kept your own name deep in your heart despite no one ever using it, afraid you would forget it if you stopped thinking of it. the only name they ever called you here was 'number five'.

"y/n," you whispered, still doubtful about these people's intentions. you almost burst out crying when you said your name out loud. that was the first time you introduced yourself with your actual name and not the number you were given ever since you were captured.

nat must have noticed this because she immediately spoke up, trying to distract you from your consuming thoughts. "y/n...that's a pretty name for a pretty girl like you. how old are you, y/n?" she asks again.

you contemplated once more but decided it was fine. you knew you were probably going to regret trusting these two strangers but what could be worse than what HYDRA has been doing to you for years?

"13," you muttered, looking down at your lap. you were now timidly seated cross-legged, playing with the tattered hem of your shorts. you heard a small gasp from one of them and looked up to see clint with his jaw dropped.

the two adults were both thinking of the same thing. how could you be 13? you were so small and sickly-looking, they didn't even think you were older than ten, let alone an early teen.

"i know you're scared and you have all the reasons in the world to be, but i promise you, we're here to help. we'll get you out of here, only if you trust us. will you trust us?" nat says. your mind was conflicted. you were either going to finally get out of this hellhole or you were going to be taken somewhere even worse than here. but could anywhere really be worse than here?

you decided to take a leap of faith and trust these two strangers. that decision had to have been the best decision you've ever made in your life.

you were now 18, an official avenger and you had the most amazing family you could've ever asked for. they were a bit on the crazier side but could you really have a normal family when said family consisted of superheroes? but you weren't complaining. you loved these people.

they were the ones who took care of you when you thought you had no one. having been a HYDRA experiment, you had abilities the normal human didn't. said ability being shapeshifting and healing. that's why you became an avenger. your shapeshifting ability was essential during missions where you had to sneak in and you being able to heal others was crucial when medic wasn't able to be there on time.

you pretty much came along to every mission despite the adults saying you don't have to. you knew they were only doing that to protect you from dangers of all those missions but how could you not when you had such abilities? they'd be much better with you helping.

that was why you were here, in bulgaria, fighting alongside the team. well, just steve, nat, clint, bucky and tony.

justin hammer had managed to get his hands on a type of out-of-this-planet weapon that tony was also trying to retrieve, and he had big plans with it. hence why the avengers had to come where hammer had wrecked havoc in; sofia, bulgaria. he had upgraded his robots with the tech used for the stolen weapon.

with evil robots attacking the whole city, it felt like you were living the story that wanda told you of what happened in sokovia before you met the avengers.

an hour passed before all of the robots had finally been taken down and you all knew you had to get to hammer before he activates more robots to distract you guys and uses the weapon for bad things.

"tony, have you located hammer?" steve's voice sounded in your ear through the comms. you had just finished healing the nasty gash on clint's side, nat's cut on her forehead and the bruises all over bucky. you were feeling significantly weaker now, from the amount of healing you did. you stumbled slightly when you walked and bucky immediately held onto your arm. "doll, are you okay?"

"i'm fine, buck. nothing i haven't dealt with before," you told him, gently removing his grip on your arm, walking back to the quinjet.

"no, absolutely not. we are not sending y/n right into a death trap. she's not even strong enough right now, she just finished healing us."

you were all back at the compound now and planning a second attack on justin hammer.

"it's not a death trap, buck. and i know you're worried but she's the only choice we got. y/n, all you gotta do is sneak in as one of his henchmen and provide entrance for us. once we get in, we'll take all his guards down and get that weapon from hammer and we won't have to worry about his world domination plans anymore. it'll be over as soon as it starts and she'll be back safe with us. sound good, y/n/n?"

"yeah, sure." you agreed, already having a person in mind that you were going to change yourself to.

the plan had gone just as steve wanted and they managed to raid justin hammer's building, tony stealing the very item that could've aided in the massacre of millions. justin and his henchmen managed to escape the building before the avengers could catch them.

"well, that was anticlimactic," tony scoffs, already making his way to the quinjet. "but good job, y/n. you saved the day once again."

he expected to hear a laugh from you, like you usually did, being the only one who ever responds to him after missions. but instead he was met with silence. "kid?" still no answer.

"y/n, where are you?" steve panicked, finally realising that you were the only one who hasn't responded in a hot minute. "y/n/n, this isn't funny." he breathed out.

"she's...she's gone."

"well, well, well," a voice spoke right as you woke up from your slumber. you squinted, noticing that you were in some sort of dark room with only one light bulb right above you. "what do we have here?"

a figure walks right in the light and you could barely make out justin hammer's ugly face with how dizzy you felt. "if it isn't the little freak." he states condescendingly, smirking down at your helpless position, both wrists and ankles cuffed onto the metal chair you were sat on. you struggled against the restraints, trying to get free but to no avail.

your breathing quickened, your current vulnerable state reminding you of your later years in HYDRA. they had started off experimenting on you on a metal gurney but as you grew older, you realised that what they were doing to you was bad so you started fighting back. that ended you up on a metal restraint chair instead of the gurney, strapped to the chair with cuffs on your wrists and ankles.

this felt like deja vu. the same panic you felt, the same breathing difficulties, the same amount of effort put into trying to get out of the restraints. "you should know, princess, that that doesn't work." hammer chuckled, a fake pout on his lips as he crouched in front of you, a rough hand on your cheek. you instinctively jerked away from his touch, to which he paid no mind to because he had expected that. he then grabbed your chin harshly, turning your head up towards him. you glared at him.

"you think i didn't know what you did? snuck in as one of my men using your freaky powers? not to mention useless. imagine having powers but not being able to use them to even escape from mere humans," he laughs in your face, harshly letting go of your chin, throwing your head backwards. "you tell me where stark planned to bring the weapon and i'll let you pretty little thing go."

"no."

before you could even comprehend, his fist came flying at your face and your head dropped to the side at the impact. your left cheekbone was throbbing and you could already tell you were gonna have a black eye. despite the pain, it wasn't something you weren't used to. you were an avenger, after all. getting decked in the face was practically in the contract.

he grabbed your chin once again, pulling your head upwards to face him. "you're gonna tell me where it is or i'm gonna make you regret it."

you looked up at him with a bored look. he punched you again. and again. and again. until you could taste the blood on your tongue. "think you wanna tell me now, sweetheart?"

"never. not to someone like you."

the man seemed to get a kick out of beating you up because he punched you again in the face. your whole face was pretty much numb now and the metallic taste in your mouth intensified. you smirked at the man before you, chuckling darkly.

"sure, beat up the helpless girl. that's the only way you can beat me, right? when i'm all tied up? what a man,"

his hand was around your throat within a second and he forced you to look him in the eyes again. "sweetheart, you're a girl. tied or not, you're still weak. not even with that useless power of yours."

taking advantage of how close his face was to yours, you gathered as much bloody saliva in your mouth before spitting it in his face.

it was very much the wrong thing to do because after he wiped off his face, he left the room and two men came in, various tools in hand for their fun with you.

"stark! my buddy! how's it going?" justin hammer's face appeared on the screen in the conference room, where the avengers were having a meeting about your possible whereabouts.

"where is she?!" wanda growled, standing up abruptly.

"what ever do you mean?" hammer smirked, feigning innocence. "you know what we mean. where is she?" steve spoke authoritatively, trying to control his anger at the sight of the man's face.

"i'll tell you where your thing is if you tell me where my thing is." he smiled wickedly. this caused wanda to get angrier. "y/n is not a thing! and the weapon was never yours in the first place!" vision held onto her to calm her down and it worked because she sat back down, though still glaring at the screen.

"oh she's not a thing? seems like it to me, though." he smirked and the team frowned, not understanding what he meant until they heard screams and justin's smirk widening at the sound. what a sick bastard. "what are you doing to her?!" bucky screamed, knocking his chair back as he stood up.

"i don't know, you tell me." he chuckles, and the screen changes to the live footage of you in the restraint chair with the two men in the room.

you were no longer fighting back now, just sat limply with your head dropped to the side. the first hour with them, you had been fighting back like you did with justin, despite the restraints, but now entering the second hour, you were too exhausted for anything.

your left eye had been swollen shut, you could barely breathe through your nose, your cheeks were throbbing like hell and your bottom lip was busted. your head was the only thing that moved freely when hit so the men seemed to find satisfaction the most when they punched you in the face. though that didn't stop them from inflicting pain on other parts of you.

"let her go, she's just a kid!" sam exclaimed, his grip on the edge of the table tightening to control his anger. peter and wanda were crying looking at the awful state you were in, clint, tony and bruce were silent in shock, steve and bucky were getting increasingly angry as the abuse continued.

"are you going to tell us where stark is keeping the weapon or have you not gotten enough?" one of the two men was heard asking, pulling your hair back to make you look up at him. you look at with your half-opened right eye, breathing heavily. "my answer's never gonna change no matter how many times you ask."

he scoffs, stepping back before the other man swings a bat right at your stomach. the air was immediately knocked out of your lung. the men laughed as you coughed up blood profusely. this caused wanda to get more hysterical.

"well, looks like she wants more. i'll call back when she's had enough. toodles," he waves his fingers at the camera with a sinister smirk before abruptly ending the call.

the room went silent after the call, save for bucky and sam breathing heavily from the anger they felt. bucky then turned to steve, pain could be seen on his face. "you said she would be safe."

"i–i'm sorry, buck. i didn't know he was gonna take her with him." steve was still frozen in shock, the image of you on the chair now permanently ingrained in his brain. in everyone's brains actually.

"guys, gear up, he's in colorado."

all heads turned towards natasha and she looked back at them with a 'what?' expression. "you were tracking him down the whole time?"

"um, duh? now come on, gotta save our girl."

you awoke to a stinging sensation on your inner forearm. after your bloody coughing fit, they proceeded to beat you up again and you were knocked out then. now you were slowly regaining consciousness but you were starting to prefer being passed out. your whole body was in pain and the fact that you couldn't even move made it even worse.

"oh, lookie here. sleeping beauty is up." you were met once again with justin hammer's ugly face. he was sitting on a chair perpendicular to your left side. you couldn't wait to get out of here so you didn't have to keep seeing his face every time you woke up. your inner forearm was stinging even more now so you looked down at it. you gasped at the sight.

"how'd you like my artwork?" he chuckled at your reaction. there on your arm, obviously carved out with the bloody knife that the asshole was so proudly holding on to, was 'FREAK'. carved out big and bold. on your skin. "pretty fitting, eh? freak? because, you know, that's what you are."

the blood was seeping out through the cuts and it stung even more now that it had been exposed to the air. the asshole moved his chair to your other side. "what should i write on this arm?" he feigns a thinking expression, looking up thoughtfully with his thumb and pointer finger on his chin.

"please, i–i don't know where tony put it. i really don't." you cried, tears now flowing freely down your face without a shame.

he looks at you with amusement. "what is this? are you...are you giving up already? can't take anymore?" he smirks and you sigh, closing your eyes. you just awoke but you were exhausted. so, so exhausted.

he takes out his phone, the smirk now permanent on his ugly face. "stark! kid's finally had enough. wanna tell me where the weapon is now or do you want to find her body at the bottom of the ocean?"

you couldn't even be bothered to react to his statement. the pain all finally registered and you were tired. tired and in excruciating pain.

"kinda busy right now, can you call back later?" you could hear tony's voice sound from justin's phone and the man beside you laughed. "i see you don't care for the girl. what could possibly be more important than saving her?"

"i don't know, you tell me." a voice said from behind you two and before you knew it, hammer was knocked off the chair he was on. you weakly turned your head just in time to see a metal arm force hammer up onto his feet before wrapping around his neck. "don't you fucking touch her again."

"y/n!" you heard wanda's voice as she entered the room with peter. more tears flowed down your face at the sight of them, stinging when they rolled past the cuts on your face but that didn't matter. your family was finally here to save you.

you saw the red mist of wanda's powers surround your cuffs before they clicked open. "oh, bubs, i'm so sorry." she cried, both hands hovering around your face, hesitating to touch you in fear of hurting you. her eyes fell onto the words carved out onto your skin and her mouth fell open before covering it with her hand. "i'm so sorry we couldn't get to you sooner." peter's voice cracked and you could tell he was emotional.

"it's okay," you told them, giving them a small smile, the biggest one you could give in your current state.

tony, sam and steve entered the room to see bucky relentlessly beating up your captor and wanda and peter standing by you as you cried.

"cupcake, we're here now. don't cry, you're safe now." tony came closer and despite knowing that you were because your family was finally here, you couldn't help but let out all the pent up emotions you've kept throughout your time of captivity.

sam had a go at justin once bucky was done and steve had to physically pry them both off of the sick bastard so that nat could cuff him and bring him back to the jet.

"y/n/n, i'm so sorry. if i hadn't–"

"it's okay, stevie." you cut him off. truthfully, you only did so because you knew he was going to giving a long-winded explanation justifying his actions and your headache couldn't bear to hear lengthy sentences. but you also didn't think it was in any way his fault so he didn't deserve to be beating himself up for this. shit happens, anyway.

"let's get you out of here, doll." bucky says, cringing when he sees the blood on the floor of your chair, as well as on your clothes. he quickly reaches to lift you off the chair but stops when you let out an ear-piercing scream of pain. "doll, i'm so sorry! did i hurt you?!" bucky questions in panic.

"y–you didn't, they did. it...it hurts everywhere," you cried, feeling hopeless that you couldn't even bear being carried by someone, let alone get up by yourself. their hearts broke when you said that. you never really cried much in front of them and you were known to withstand pain well because of how much shit HYDRA put you in as well as your powers being healing, meaning you had a higher pain tolerance than most people.

"it's okay, bubs. i got you. let's get you home, alright?" wanda's calming voice broke you out of your breakdown and red mist surrounded your whole body, wanda moving you with her powers. you were thankful of that because it didn't cause any more pain to your body.

maybe hammer was right. maybe you are just a freak with useless powers. wanda floated you into the jet and she set you down on the bed. "y/n, oh my god!" clint cried out once he sees you. you looked much worse than you did on hammer's camera footage during the call an hour ago. "kid, i'm so sorry."

"clint, take the wheel. bruce doesn't have all the resources needed. she needs to be treated ASAP." nat tells her best friend and he nods, taking the wheel and immediately taking off once everyone had boarded.

you were laid on the bed, right eye slightly open as bruce examined you. exhaustion hit you like a truck and before you knew it, you blacked out.

"how is she, doc?"

"pretty banged up but y/n, as i already knew, is a strong girl. lots of internal bleeding, broken bones, bruises and scars but she'll be fine. you can check her file later if you want," doctor cho tells tony outside of your room. "it's fine, can we see her?" he asks on behalf of the whole team standing behind him.

"yeah, of course! she woke up five minutes ago. i'll be off now, call me or my team if you need anything." she bids goodbye and left the group of superheroes.

steve slowly opens the door and there you were in bed, staring up at the ceiling. "hey, y/n/n," he greets sheepishly, feeling as though he had interrupted your alone time of blankly staring at the ceiling. the team trailed in behind him and soon your bed was surrounded by the avengers.

"hi, cupcake."

you looked away from the ceiling and turned your head towards tony. "oh, hey tones." you smile as sam helps you sit up while the rest sat on chairs all around you. "how you feeling, bub?" nat asks, eyes flickering down to the bold scarring of letters on your forearm.

"as okay as i can be." you answered truthfully, pressing your inner forearm closer to your body so the team doesn't see the letters carved onto your skin. you already know what you are, you didn't need the rest thinking so too.

"you're not a freak, bubs."

you look up at wanda. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to read your mind. but they were awfully loud. you're not a freak, y/n. and you're not useless too. that bastard may have carved out that word onto your skin but the scar will fade. it's not permanent. you know why? because that's not what you are." she tells you, taking off her jacket to wrap it around you because you felt self conscious of the scars all over your arms where the team could see.

"yeah, doll. you're an amazing person and your powers help us so much. i mean, you saved millions just helping us get the weapon back from justin hammer. if you hadn't, well, who knows what could've been happening right now?" he places a gentle hand at the side of your head, stroking your hair.

"yeah and who heals us when we get really hurt during missions, huh? i mean, if you hadn't healed that stab wound i got during that mission in new mexico, i probably wouldn't even be here at this moment." clint tells you and you roll your eyes at him. "you're exaggerating."

"i am not!" he laughed and you playfully rolled your eyes once again.

"y/n/n, i'm really sorry for—"

"i don't wanna hear it, stevie."

"but–"

"no. it's not your fault. shit happens." you brush him off. "lang–"

"you say language to me, i'll blame this shit on you even when it's not your fault. try me, rogers." you glare at the blond super soldier. he raises his arms in surrender, leaning back on his chair as the team laughs.

the team continue to entertain you and you couldn't help but smile at the sight in front of you. these were the people who would drop anything for you and were willing to dropkick any asshole in the face for hurting you. justin hammer never had a chance against your family to begin with.

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White Lies (Pt. 19 of 21)

Pairing: Keanu Reeves X Reader

Word count: 1.8 K

Summary: Keanu found the girl almost dead, in the wrecks of what was once her car. While she was in surgery, stuck in a coma, he gathered the best doctors of New York to attend to her. They told him she is likely to have some kind of brain damage, what may lead to memory loss. And this possibility added up wit the fact that she's pregnant, made the council come up with an odd idea. They asked Keanu to pretend to be her husband, since the stress of finding out everything that happened could put the baby in danger. He reluctantly agreed, but only if she does has some kind of memory loss. He still goes she'll wake up soon, with her memories intact.

But when you finally wake up, there's nothing inside. You're quick to find your head is empty, void, like a blank canvas. The only thing that brings you some relief, that makes you feel less lonely is the mention of a husband. And you can't wait to meet him, because you know you can't deal with this by yourself.

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Keep You Warm

Smiling at Liam's little giggles, you keep hiding your face behind a pillow before pulling it away. The silly play has Liam laughing for minutes now, lying on his belly, holding his head up. You and Keanu are on your bed, with the baby in between the two of you.

“Where's the baby?” You ask, pillow covering your face. “There he is!” Pushing it away, you let him see your face again, and another giggle warms your heart. Liam is always happier when you and Keanu are together.

He turns his head away, to Keanu, before laying his head down. “He's tired.”

“God, I am tired.” Whining a little, you turn to lay on your back, looking at the ceiling. “I didn't get any sleep tonight.”

“Why?”

“Thinking a lot.” You decide to tell him, and you're sure it's quite obvious what you've been thinking about.

“You need to rest, beautiful.” Reaching out his hand, Keanu touches your cheek, and you don't push him away anymore. Or flinch. Or feel uncomfortable. You're slowly growing closer again, and it's happening through the last few weeks.

“I know but now...” Pushing yourself up, you sigh. “Laura wants to go shopping so I must accompany her.” Despite having no trouble looking after Liam 24/7, Keanu is still working less than usual, always from home, making sure you have time for yourself. “Will you be alright with Liam?”

“Sure. Go and buy something nice for you.”

“I don't need anything, Ke.” Getting off the bed, you blow Liam a kiss when he turns to look at you. “I'm still using your credit card so I'll only buy stuff I need.” Your job is still secure, thanks to your very awkward relationship with Keanu Reeves, but your doctors still haven't allowed you to go back. The headaches still happen, and some migraines have you basically knocked down in bed all day, in the dark, hoping it'll pass soon. So for now, Keanu is paying for everything you need.

“I'm telling you to buy something. See it as a gift.”

You can't help but smile as you make your way to the bathroom. “I won't spend your money for no reason.”

“And that's why I enjoy going to the mall with you.” He complains, and you can feel the eye roll. You know what he means. Keanu always manages to convince you to buy anything he sees you admiring for too long.

“I'll buy ice cream, maybe. Or a burger. God, it's been so long since I ate fast food.” The diet is still being followed, but today you'll drop it for a few hours.

“Don't go too crazy.” He warns as you peek your head into the bedroom, toothbrush in hand. “What?”

“Nothing, nothing.” Shrugging your shoulders, you giggle. Keanu won't let you do anything the doctors say would be bad. He's still quite overprotective, and you find it very cute... But there's no way you'll let him know that.

Half an hour later you're off, kissing Liam's cheek and waving at Keanu as you get inside the cab. Hanging out with Laura, when she's shopping specifically, takes hours. So you not only get the ice cream and the burger, but you also have dinner at a restaurant at the mall.

You get back home too late, after ten, so you shower and feed Liam before rocking him to sleep. He's already sleeping in his bedroom and the only bad part is that you have to walk all the way there when he wakes up during the night. But other than that, he's adapting pretty well. After making sure he's on deep sleep, you leave him, carrying the baby monitor with you downstairs where you watch some TV. Laura said something that had you thinking.

She and Keanu have developed a friendship thanks to you, and whenever he doesn't know what to do when you're involved, he calls Laura. And she said he called her someday last week, asking if he was moving too slow or too fast with you. You don't think it's fast at all, he pretty much fell into the same thing he did when you first got here. Allowing you to set the pace, never pushing it, always putting you first.

You find it sweet that he calls her for help, since Laura knows you very well, from before and after the accident. She always tells you though, when he calls and tries her best to put you both on the right path. The one that leads to what you had before. Being together, only this time it would be real.

Taking a deep breath, you can't take the cold anymore, so you turn the TV off and head upstairs, tiptoeing. Rubbing both your arms, you shiver as you walk through the hell. A sudden clicking noise startles you, and your eyes immediately move to Keanu's bedroom, finding him by the door. “Hey.”

“Is everything alright?” Always worried.

“Yes. I was watching TV.” Shyly, you make your way over him, standing before the man. You'll never get used to how tall he is, and you can never ignore how much you like being so smaller compared to him. “But it's really cold.” You manage to say, nervously giggling because you shouldn't think these things. Not anymore. And not until whatever this is, gets a name. “Look.” In a quick motion, meaning to annoy him a little, you sneak both your hands under his shirt, touching his abdomen. Keanu flinches a little, a low chuckle leaving his lips.

But then you realize what you just did, how you have your hands against his body. Blushing and looking down, you clear your throat. “Sorry.” You whisper, starting to take your hands off Keanu when he grabs both your wrists, forcing you to stop.

“Wait until your hands are warm.” His voice is so low you have to pay attention to bring sense to his words.

You really shouldn't... But you can feel the heat irradiating from his skin, and you're so damn close it feels like you're a magnet, being pulled towards him.

And so you move, stepping forward, hands sliding from his abdomen all the way to his back, your fingertips taking in the sensation of touching his skin again. Then you're hugging him, head on his chest as his strong arms hold you close, tightly against his body as if he's scared you could run away at any moment.

You should, but you won't. Being this close to Keanu is inebriating, like an addiction, and you've been self-restraining for far too long. You need his touch, his body. Him.

Eyes closed, you stand on your toes, moving so your face is close to his. When his lips brush on yours, it feels like fireworks start exploding on your stomach, and you know you won't be able to step back now. And when he softly starts pulling you inside, you have no choice but to follow him.

But when he moves away a little, to close the door, you snap, falling back to reality. “I can't, Ke... I can't.” You mutter, holding his arm as he comes to stand before you again. “I thought we were married back then, and we're not so... I just can't until...” Until what? Would Keanu make it real? A real marriage, give you his surname. So you'd be truly his, and he'd be yours?

“We don't have to.” He caresses your cheek with the back of his hand. “Just stay here. Let me keep you warm.”

His voice has power over you, so you nod, letting him guide you to the bed, where you climb on after putting the baby monitor on the nightstand. But your eyes are searching for his lips in the dark, longing to at least look at them, as the memories of the many kisses come back, from the first, next to his new bike, to the very last, in Liam's birth.

“Ke...” You whisper, pleading.

“What?” He remains seated, as you sit on your legs, the darkness hiding your heated cheeks.

“Kiss me.” You beg, feeling some tears filling your eyes. You love Keanu, and it hurts to keep this distance. “Like before. Just... Just kiss me as if none of this mess ever happened. As if we belong to each other.”

Keanu doesn't wait for you to say anything else, he just moves, big hands delicately pulling your legs until they're laying over his. Then, his lips come crashing down on yours, and by the fast pace, the need and heat, you can tell he was suffering too, longing for this moment.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you part your lips a little more, allowing him to deepen the kiss. You forgot how amazing he tastes, and you know now that you won't be able to go through long periods without kissing him. It's like a matter of life and death. Like a bare necessity.

When you pull away to breathe, Keanu lies down and you do the same, facing each other. His arms don't let you go, keeping you as close as possible. “We do belong to each other.” He says, softly rubbing the small of your back. “At least I do, (Y/N), you have my whole heart, it's yours.”

“I love you, Ke. You know I do and everything I want is to leave the past behind. I forgive you.” Grabbing a fist full of the soft fabric of his shirt, you feel some tears rolling down. “I forgive you.”

“Be my wife, (Y/N).” He bursts out, and it makes you look into his eyes. “I love you, (Y/N). I want what we had to be real.”

“Yes.” You mutter, more tears rolling down. “I want to be your wife, Ke.” Kissing him again, you only stop when Liam's soft cries reach your ears.

“Someone's hungry,” Keanu says, already getting off the bed. “I'll bring him here.”

“Alright.” Moving into a seated position, you smile to yourself.

This isn't how you thought the night would end, but it's far better than anything you could've imagined.

It doesn't take long until Keanu is back, giving you Liam as you pull down your shirt and bra. You can't help but smile at how respectfully Keanu averts his eyes. Liam quickly starts sucking, eyes shutting close. “Ke, I... I will tell Liam about Daniel, but... You know you're his father, right?” You decide to say it because it's true. Daniel couldn't be here, and Keanu has been taking care of both you and Liam since the beginning. And you know he'll keep doing so. “I want you to be his father. I know he's not yours, but–”

“I love him as if he's my own.” He cuts you off, moving closer and caressing Liam's cheek. “And I'll take care of both of you, for the rest of my life.”

Smiling, you pull him close, kissing him once again.

For the first time since this mess began, you feel at ease. Truly happy. And Laura was right. It's far better to let things go and chose what makes your heart happy. And you're glad you had it in you to finally step and make this decision.

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Best friends to lovers | Seonghwa (Part 1)

Seonghwa sat down on the bonnet of his car, passing you a drink. You smiled, cracking it open.

"I love days like this." He smiled, looking out at the sunset. You watched his face closely, his tanned skin seeming like pure gold in the sunlight.

"Me too." You smiled, watching the sparkle in his eyes.

Seonghwa put his can on the floor, laying back and closing his eyes. He looked so peaceful, like that, basking in the golden hours of the evening.

"Can I tell you some-"

"Can I tell you-"

The two of you looked at each other and laughed. You lay down with him on the car bonnet, looking into his eyes. "It's fine, you go first."

"Are you sure?" He narrowed his eyes. You nodded, shrugging your mouth a little.

"I didn't get a chance to tell you this before, I wanted to wait until I was sure, but...I like someone." The smile on your face fell a little, but there was something still holding onto him in your heart. "Who is that someone?"

He smiled, his eyes crinkling charmingly. "She's someone who's really special to me. We spend a lot of time together."

You grinned, biting your lip to hide the excitement building up in your body. "What's her name?"

Turning his head, he flashed a sweet smile. "Kim Jieun."

There was a long pause after he said the unfamiliar name. It wasn't yours, and you didn't know how to respond. It felt like your heart had just collapsed in on itself, or you brain was eating your alive, cell by cell. Still, you maintained a smile, albeit forced. "I've never heard of her, she seems...nice."

He laughed. "Silly," he tapped his finger onto your nose, "you've only heard her name and you already think she's nice?"

You chuckled sheepishly. "I must be silly, right?"

"But you're right. She is really nice...and beautiful, too." His cheeks flushed a bright pink.

You watched the expression form on his face, and you don't know what to do. Part of you wanted to slap him across the face for having feelings for anyone but you. The other part of you wanted to slap yourself for thinking you ever had a chance with your closest and most valued friend.

"Anyway, you wanted to tell me something, what was it?"

Defeated, you shook your head. "Nothing, it was just about how my mom wants you to come over someday, she's missed you."

"Oh, I'm sure we can work something out." He nodded, lips sticking out into a slight pout.

"We should probably go home, the sun's going to set soon."

"Yeah." He stood up with a light groan, jumping up onto his feet. "I feel so refreshed today." He opened his arms out as if he were going to hug someone.

"Me too..." you grabbed your can and walked over to the passenger seat.

Eventually, you told one of your closest friends your secret, about liking Seonghwa, and how he had already found someone seemingly to replace you. You had no idea who this Jieun person was, or how they met, and you regretted not sticking closer next to him after school break.

"Y/n, come on, it'll be fun!"

"I don't want to go." You sat in bed, scrolling mindlessly on your phone, not paying attention to anything that flew across the screen.

"You've been stuck in your room for weeks over Seonghwa, I think this party will be good for you."

"No, Minah, I told you no."

"Come on, Y/n, it'll be fun! I promise you-"

"I told you, I don't want to go!" You yelled, tears brimming at the inner corners of your eyes. "I want to stay here...please."

"Y/n..." Minah, your closest friend other than Seonghwa, put her hand on your knee. "I know it hurts, I mean...I've never experienced anything like it, but I know it hurts. Look, I think it'll be good if you get out of the house. Go for ten minutes, maybe half an hour if you like it."

"-And if I don't like it?"

"Then you can go home."

You gulped, glancing over at your closet. "Fine. I'll go. But for no more than half an hour, okay?"

Minah giggled. "Let's get you looking sexy, my friend, Seonghwa's going to regret ever laying eyes on that girl!"

Yourself and Minah walked into the party that was hosted at a well-known friend's house. You didn't know the host that well, personally, but you'd heard the name floating around between friends. It was fairly tame, although there were a few avid drinkers stumbling their way through the mass of people.

"Do you want a drink?" Minah asked, eyeing up the selection of beverages. You shook your head in disgust. You felt that if you even drank plain water it would come right back up, due to the nerves.

Minah scuttled off to the drinks section, and you were left alone behind the sofa. There were couples making out on coffee tables and against walls, and the place stenched a bit. It didn't seem like your idea of a fun party, but you were there and you promised to stay at least for half an hour.

Without warning, you felt a pair of hands slide over your eyes, and you flinched, pulling them away and spinning around quickly. There was anger in your eyes, until you saw the face in front of yours.

"Seonghwa..." you smiled bitterly, watching his mouth twist up into a smile.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." He laughed, eyes flickering around the room. His eyes fixated on something and lit up, as if he'd just seen an angel.

"Seonghwa!" A beautiful girl linked her arm with his and the two locked lips. You grimaced, looking away as they shared a sweet kiss.

"Y/n, this is Jieun, the girl I was talking to you about."

Jieun's eyes widened. "Wait, this is the Y/n you're always talking about? You're so pretty, sweetheart!" She placed her hand onto your arm, and you shook it off. Jieun smiled awkwardly.

"Well, it's nice to meet you." She held her hand out, and you reluctantly took it.

"Nice to meet you too." You shook it, dropping it quickly. She had a beautiful smile, like a model, and she made sure to flaunt it after every sentence she spoke. The music was pounding in your ears as you watched them, feeling like a third wheel. You felt rage in your body as his arm was slung around her waist the entire time, his thumb stroking her hip. His eyes seemed to gaze at her the same way he looked at you. You felt replaced, like a dead puppy.

"I'm going outside." You announced, pushing your way through the middle of the couple. Seonghwa seemed taken aback, his mouth slightly agape, and Jieun scrunched her nose as you walked away, mostly confused.

"Y/n!" Minah ran up to you as you sat in the garden on the bench. She had glitter smudged on her cheek, and she was holding a half-finished drink.

"What do you want?"

"I couldn't find you, I had to ask Seonghwa where you were. He said you were out here." She plopped herself down beside you. "You shouldn't go somewhere without telling me, I thought maybe you were in trouble..."

You sighed. "I'm sorry. I should've told you, right? I'm silly." You tapped your nose, chuckling sadly.

"You are silly!" She remarked. "But I'm glad you're okay....ish."

"Yeah..." you sighed, leaning your back against the bench.

"Are you...you know, okay-ish?"

"I'm okay-ish, but I'm not okay." You laughed, biting your lip. "Sorry...I shouldn't joke about that."

"No, it's fine. I have times when I feel sad, but I still laugh. We all do it, it helps a lot of people to cope."

You nodded slowly. "I can't stand seeing them together, if I'm honest. The way that he talks with her, holds her...kisses her- it just makes me feel..."

"Lost?"

You nodded. "Lost. But the type of lost where I feel like I'm in the shadows, and they get to steal the spotlight. Like if I'm not there, he doesn't even think of me."

"That's not true," she hummed, "you guys are best friends! He would never forget about you."

You sniffed a little, wiping away the stray tear that had found its way onto your cheek. "I thought I was over it, you know, until I saw him."

"And? How are your feelings?"

"Crushed." You laughed. "I want to be the one that he looks at like that, the one who he holds and gives kisses to...it it weird to want something like that?"

"Not at all. A lot of people want to be that person for someone."

You closed your eyes briefly, letting them rest. "I don't even want to be best friends with him any more."

Minah said nothing, shocked out of the ability to get a single word out.

"I can't talk to him without thinking that he has a girlfriend now, I-I can't even think about him without thinking about his girlfriend. I can't be around him comfortably without remembering that I have to be careful, because of his stupid girlfriend!" You huffed, finally letting the first tear roll down your cheek. "If I'm ever going to move on from him, then I need to stay away from him. I won't talk to him, or intentionally see him, it'll be easier for me."

Minah pursed her lips gently. "Are you sure you want to do that? You'll lose him."

"I'll lose him anyway. I don't want to live being best friends with him if I know I can't have him- if I know I'm not the one that he'll come home to."

Minah nodded. "I understand...but maybe you should think a little more about what you're doing. Think about him? He might be crushed-"

"But I'll finally be happy." You stood up, wiping your tears with the sleeve of your dress. "I've made up my mind. I want nothing more to do with Park Seonghwa."

As soon as University started, and you two went to the same one as you planned in high school, that's exactly what you did. You ignored him whenever he tried to get your attention, and when he stopped you in the middle of hallways. When he called you, you didn't answer. He would text you every day, as an attempt to reach out, but you didn't answer, no matter how much you wanted to. When you finally graduated, he tried to congratulate you on your graduation, despite having been ignored for three whole years, and you ignored him again. You never spoke to him directly, only to a friend about him.

After graduation, it was easier to handle as you moved out of home to Seoul, to look for job opportunities. By then, you hadn't said a word to him for three years. You could tell he was distraught, and despite how much you fought to stay away from him, he would keep contacting you.

His girlfriend of three years, Jieun, reached out to you once, but you told her you wanted nothing to do with her or her boyfriend. You heard they'd moved in together and worked just a few blocks from each other and would meet up for lunch - which was just one of the many stories your mother would tell you about them.

No matter how much you tried to block him out of your life, at least once a week you'd get an update on him, or a message, or an unanswered phone call which went straight to voicemail.

When, finally, at the age of 23, you stopped receiving anything. It felt strange, the first week of nothing. No contacting, no news of him from your mother, just radio silence. It was the first time you went a whole 2 days without the thought of Seonghwa popping into your head.

When you recieved a promotion and was appointed deputy head of the editing department at 24, you had forgotten all about Seonghwa. You hadn't thought of him, even as a long-gone memory, for over a year. At that point, he felt no different from a stranger.

"Y/n!" One of your close friends and colleagues Jungwon pounded onto your apartment door, and you opened it begrudgingly.

"What?" You laughed, unable to help the smile on your face.

"I brought chicken~" she sang, strolling into your apartment and placing the bag onto the table. She made herself comfortable on the sofa. "I also brought alcohol, specifically beer, because I know how you are, but most of all...chicken!" She smiled proudly.

"I would thank you, but I already ate."

She groaned. "I told you I was going to come over!"

"I didn't think you were actually going to do it! You can be pretty lazy at times, missy."

She tutted. "Anyway, I'LL eat."

You scoffed, slumping down onto the sofa. "I'll just have a drink, okay? But you- don't drink too much, you've got to go back home."

"Why? It's the weekend! I can stay here!"

You sighed. "Okay, fine. But just don't drink so much, you're a loud drunk. The landlord'll shout at me again."

She nodded, not really paying attention and opening a can. You cracked open a can, and felt a tug at your heart.

'I love days like this.'

'Me too.'

"Ah..." you sighed, gulping down the drink quickly, trying to banish that thought back into the realms of your mind.

"What's up? You look like you're in pain."

"I'm fine." You smiled, glugging the rest of the can down and letting out a gassy burp.

"Jeez...slow down. You're worse than me." Jungwon chuckled.

"I just want to be drunk." You commented, opening another can.

"So you're drinking away your problems..." she sighed nostalgically, "I know that feeling all too well."

You let out another light burp, tipping the can back into your mouth to empty the rest of it.

"Okay, stop. This is getting a bit ridiculous."

"No, I want to get drunk." You shook the hand that she had put on your arm, and with a tingling stomach, you grabbed another can.

"Y/n, stop!" Jungwon grabbed the can and placed it back onto the table with a concerned look in her eyes, compliemented with anger. "What's wrong with you right now?"

"Nothing." You laughed, "I told you, I just want to be drunk."

"You rarely ever want to be drunk. Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really." You sat back, feeling the alcohol burn your throat.

"Come on, Y/n, you can tell me."

You sighed, rubbing your eyes with your fingers, then pinching the bridge of your nose. "Fine. I'll tell you."

For the next few hours, you spoke with Jungwon about your past with Seonghwa, explaining every detail that you thought was relevant to the story, even if it meant describing Seonghwa's beauty with long, tedious analogies and metaphors which mostly blew over her head.

"Wow..." she sighed, glancing at the time. "3 hours...and you said you don't have feelings for him anymore?"

You laughed, placing the final finished can of alcohol on the table. "I'm pretty sure I don't. I mean, it's been 6 years since I've spoken to him."

"What is he doing now, anyway?"

"...I honestly don't know." You laughed, feeling slightly tipsy from the alcohol, but nowhere near drunk.

"Anyway, I think I'm gonna head off to bed now."

"You can sleep in my bed, I usually fall asleep watching TV on the sofa."

"Oh, thanks."

The next morning you woke up, neck aching from having slept in an unusual position. You grabbed the cans from the table and crushed them underneath your foot, placing them into a small carrier bag. Despite it being August, it was still fairly warm outside, and you threw on a jacket to take the cans outside to the trash. One by one, you threw the cans into the large dumpster bin full of metal.

With the last can, it slipped out of your hand, and you felt a stinging sensation on your palm.

"Ah..." you winced, squeezing your wrist as the blood dripped out of your hand. "Shit.."

You immediately called Jungwon, who was probably still asleep in your bed.

"Jungwon." You stared down at your hand, which had coated the rest of your hand in blood. The wound was pretty deep, and the pain made you feel slightly lightheaded.

"What?" Her voice was heavy with sleep, and it was clear she had just woken up.

"Can you take my car and drive me to the hospital? I cut myself in one of the cans and it won't stop bleeding."

"Uh...yeah, sure." She hung up the phone after.

A few minutes later you sat in the car, squeezing your wrist to limit the blood trying to escape from the cut.

"Shit, you know, I didn't think it was going to be that bad, it looks like...at least two centimetres deep."

"Well, I did say on the phone that it was bad...ow, it hurts." You winced, biting your lip.

"We're almost there, okay?"

"Yeah."

When you entered the hospital, you walked straight up to the desk and presented your hand. "Can anyone see me right now?"

The woman at the desk nodded, and took your details, and quickly gave you directions to a room as she called someone. You heard the name that she said, and you immediately looked up at Jungwon.

"Excuse me," you laughed awkwardly, "can I have a different doctor? Not that one, please."

"I'm sorry," she pressed the phone against her shoulder, "we don't have anyone else available at the moment."

"Oh..." you sighed, giving up and finding your way to the room. There was nobody in there, and a nurse standing outside instructed that you should sit in there and wait for the doctor to come. Your nerves got the better of you and you spent a few minutes pacing around.

"I heard her correctly, right? Seonghwa? Seonghwa."

"Seonghwa." Jungwon nodded. "Are you gonna be okay?"

"I don't know." You laughed anxiously. "What do I say? Do I pretend that I don't know him? Do I pretend that I do know him, because I mean...I do know him, and what do I do if he brings up our past?"

Jungwon pulled a strange face. "I'm sorry, I don't know what you want me to say, I only got introduced to this situation last night."

"Ah, it's fine." You sat down, bouncing your leg up and down. "God...and I look like a mess! I've got blood on my sweatpants and my hair's a mess, I don't even have a bra on!"

"I really don't think doctors care about that."

"I should've at least put some makeup on."

"After slicing your hand open on serrated metal?"

You groaned, putting your good hand to your forehead. "I can hear someone coming, how do I look?"

"Like you just woke up."

"Oh, for fuck's sake-"

The door opened, and you shut yourself up, watching Seonghwa walk into the room. He was holding a clipbaord and wearing a lab coat. He looked good, I mean, really good. You thought he had peaked at age 16, but he looked so much more handsome at 24.

He glanced down at the clipboard, before looking up.

"Name?"

"Uh...L/n, Y/n."

"Okay." He scribbled on the clipboard. "Sorry I'm late, I just had to clean up an old man's vomit down the hallway." He smiled. "What can I help you with?"

You blinked, confused by the distance between the two of you, even though you assumed he could remember you. Unless he couldn't recognise you with makeup on...oh thank God.

"Um, this." You held your hand out, and there was an incision on the circular part on your palm which connected to your thumb.

He hummed at it for a moment. "How did you do this?"

"I accidently caught it on a can I was throwing away, and it just...slice..." you mimed, sending an embarrassed glance over to Jungwon, who was sat on her phone in the corner, trying to contain her laughter.

"Were you with her at the time?" He glanced at Jungwon, who cleared her throat.

"Um, no...S-sir."

"Just call me Doctor Park." He smiled.

"Oh..."

"Anyway, you should be careful with cans, people don't realise how sharp metal can get. It's why we use it for knives." He grabbed a syringe and a bottle with liquid in it, and filled the part of the syringe up with said liquid.

"W-what is that for?"

"It's local anaesthetic. I'm going to inject this into you, it's a similar pain to a flu vaccine, and it's going to numb the area around your wound."

"Why do you need to numb my hand?"

He glanced up, confused. "Well, would you rather me stitch your cut up without any pain relief?"

You gulped.

"Well?"

"Oh, you want me to answer...uh, no."

"Okay. Then the most you'll feel is a sharp scratch, alright?"

"Can you count down, or something, I have a feeling this is going to-"

"Now." He pushed the needle under your skin, and you shook your hand, whining slightly at the pain. A chuckle escaped from his mouth.

"Holy fuck! That hurt way much more than a 'sharp scratch', a-and why are you laughing? You shouldn't be laughing at a patient in pain!"

"I'm laughing because it was your reaction, Y/n..."

You blinked, feeling your stomach drop at the nostalgic feeling. The look in his eyes, his laugh, the way he called your name, everything was the same.

"You...remember me?"

He nodded, grabbing a needle, a pair of tweezers and what looked like plastic thread from a few of the cabinets. "Of course I remember you."

"Oh..."

"I wouldn't look at this if I were you, not many people like looking at this part."

"Oh, okay..." she looked down, staring at the floor in front of his feet. He took her hand once again, which luckily she could still feel, and pressed a needle into her skin.

"Can you feel that?"

She pursed her lips. "I can't."

"Okay."

He put on a pair of blue latex gloves to disinfect the area. He then began stitching the area up slowly and precisely.

"So...how are you?" He asked.

"Good." You responded.

"Is that it? Just good? The last I remember speaking to you was at the party where you told me you would go outside, and then I never heard a word from you...until a few minutes ago."

You cleared your throat. "Please don't talk about that sort of stuff with me. I had my reasons-"

"I'm sure you did."

"-So leave it in the past." You warned. "I just came here to get my hand fixed. We'll go back to not speaking once I'm gone."

"Then I hope you never leave."

You chuckled bitterly. "I thought doctors were supposed to be professional."

"I am being professional. I'm just making light conversation, I want to get to know you again...the older you."

"Please stop speaking, I've had enough."

He said nothing after, which was a relief, and he finished stitching the wound off and cutting the extra off.

"I need you to come back in a week so we can take these stitches out. It should be ready to heal on it's own then. However, until then, try not to use your hand too much, keep it away from water and don't stretch your hand out or grab things."

"Okay. Thank you."

"I'll see you next week."

"Ah..." she turned back to Seonghwa, who was beginning to fill out her form, "I'd appreciate it if a different doctor helped me next week."

He chewed the inside of his mouth. "Fine."

"Thank you, doctor."

"You're welcome."

Yourself and Jungwon sat quietly in the car. Most of it was spent waiting for the feeling to come back into your hand. The blue stitches looked particularly gross, and you felt the urge to pull them out like pulling out a shoelace from a shoe.

"Can you feel anything yet?"

"Not yet." She poked her palm, feeling nothing, as if she were touching somebody else's hand.

"Hey, you didn't tell me Seonghwa was so handsome."

"Stop...please, I don't want to hear about him anymore."

"Sure." She smiled sheepishly. "The good news is, I didn't see a ring on any of his fingers."

"He's 24, not 32. I didn't expect there to be one, anyway."

"He's kind, though. Not many doctors will speak like that to their patients."

"Jungwon..." your voice became louder, "please be quiet. I'm getting a headache from hearing his name so many times."

"Sorry..."

Over the next week, you went to work as normal, although had to type with one hand, write paperwork with one hand - without the use of your dominant one - and cook, clean, wash yourself with one hand. You asked for help from your coworkers a few times, and they reluctantly agreed.

Jungwon drove you back to the hospital on the Saturday, where the woman at the desk directed you to a different room this time, which more than got your hopes up. Jungwon was waiting in the car, so you were alone as you entered the room. You sighed, sitting down on the chair. "I told you last week I wanted somebody different."

Seonghwa spun from the computer to face you, wheeling himself over with an amused smile. "This is a hospital, you can't just pick and choose which doctor you get."

"I wish I could..." you sighed, holding your hand out. "Just get it done quickly."

"This procedure is longer than the last. I have to take the stitches out, then add tape to hold the cut together, and then bandage it up."

You tutted. "Stop talking about it and just get it done, then."

Seonghwa sighed, disinfecting your skin and then injecting you again with the local anaesthetic, which this time didn't hurt that much - and you wondered whether last time he had injected directly into your wound. (It sure felt like it.)

Seonghwa added the tape to either side of the cut which helped to pull the skin together to seal it easier, and then he added a bandage on top, occasionally asking if if was too tight.

"How does that feel?"

"Better." You nodded, curling your fingers.

"Be careful," he took your hand, "don't move it about so much. It's still healing."

You slowly pulled your hand away. "How long will it take to heal?"

"A few weeks for it to fully scab over, maybe a few months until you get the scarring."

"I'll get a scar?"

"Well, I think so. The skin is too disrupted for it to be able to heal correctly. Just don't pick at the scab, and follow the rules I set you last week for a couple more weeks."

"Ugh..." you sighed, "I feel like grandma at an old people's home, I've had to ask everyone to help me do things."

He chuckled. "You don't have any strange tingling sensations or loss of control, right?"

"No, why?"

"Sometimes you can sever a nerve, which means you can lose feeling and control in some of your fingers or thumb."

"Have you seen that before?"

He nodded. "I was relieved when you said you didn't, because a lot of people who have cuts that deep will lose motor control in the part that they hurt."

You nodded slowly. "Well, thanks, I guess." You grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder.

"Y/n." you stopped for a moment, looking at him. His eyes were comforting and calm, and you felt safe in them once again, even though you knew they would just entice you once again, and it would probably hurt even more the second time.

"Do you want to grab a drink with me, later?"

You thought for a moment. "Sorry, I don't drink."

He chuckled. "That's fine. Maybe we can catch a meal together, or, are you going to say you don't eat, either?"

You laughed, smiling. "Good guess. But I know you're smart enough to get the hint. I want nothing to do with you, Seonghwa." Annoyed, you pulled the door open with your good hand. "Goodbye." You waved.

"Hey, Y/n-" you slammed the door behind you, letting out a huff of air, riddng yourself of your anger. "Good..."

The next few weeks were spent exactly the same as the previous, and you changed your bandage after every shower, and went to the local doctors to check on it, not daring to step foot into the hospital again.

One day, after being bailed on by Minah and Jungwon, who had gone out to the arcade for the night, you went to a midnight snack bar to drink alone, to feel something in the few weeks of monotonous work that you had to do.

It was quiet, the bar, and it was just you sat on a table, and a couple in the corner who were smooching and rubbing noses together like puppies in love. You scoffed, throwing another shot back. You were drunk. You felt drunk, certaintly, you felt like your brain was moving slower than you wanted it to, and you could barely keep your eyes on anything.

Thankfully, though, you were sober enough to still be able to be allowed another drink by the owner, who was watching you carefully, being the only lone woman in the place.

As you threw back another shot, someone sat down in front of you, facing you on the table. He poured himself a shot and drank it, letting out a sharp breath as the alcohol stung the back of his throat.

"What are you doing here?" You slurred, cheeks pink with heat.

"Getting a drink, you?"

"Trying to get away from you." You laughed, standing up. As soon as you tried to walk, you almost fell onto one of the other tables, but were caught by him, and sat back down.

"I hate you, Park Seonghwa." You yelled, drawing attention from the table with the couple, who whispered to each other.

"What? Have you never seen a drunk person before? I'm not drunk, though..." you sighed, pouring yourself another shot.

Seonghwa took the shot and drank it before you could even tough the glass.

"Hey! That was mine. Don't steal people's drinks." You warned, finger pointing out to his face. You poured another drink for yourself, which was then promptly snatched by Seonghwa, who drank it, and placed it back onto the table.

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Ragged breathing and staggered footsteps. Blood stained clothes and the crunching of leaves. To say you were hurt and tired was an understatement. In all honesty, you were dying and you knew that. It had been hours since you were left alone in the dark forest as punishment for not being able to shoot a rabbit correctly. But how could you?

Wasn't it wrong to expect something like that from someone who loved the forest and all its inhabitants?

Nope, not in your house. Being the daughter of a rich man who was a member of the council, which was responsible for keeping the communities together, had its perks. But those perks meant nothing in comparison to the disadvantages that came with it. One of them being your inability to choose your life partner. That has to be the worst thing that a person could deal with. And before you knew it, you were already betrothed to Noah Silva, one of the officials who represented the humans at the council.

Noah was a kind man, or so you had thought until he told you one night that it was just a show. Your father was one of the six core members who sat on the council. Obviously, Noah wanted to be close to him and marrying you was just one way of doing that. He always behaved like a gentleman in front of your family but to you, he was a monster. A cold-hearted monster. If someone thought that werewolves were cold-hearted, they obviously hadn't met Noah. All the weeks since knowing your fiancé, you had tasted hell at it's finest. He had trapped you again and again just to let your father know that Noah was the only man who would ever be with you considering your irresponsible behaviour. One of those traps had made an unwanted appearance today when he left you in the forest all alone just because you couldn't shoot a rabbit with an arrow. Noah's whines and hissing while you cried and trembled further proved that he really didn't care. If anything, he enjoyed your suffering and it frightened you that you were meant to marry him in some months.

You yelped and fell against a tree, your clothed back rubbing against its rough bark. The dried tears on your cheeks made your face feel more grimy and dirty. You were sure that you had lost your way even after knowing the forest like the back of your hand. It was probably because of all the blood you were losing. You scowled at Noah, gritting your teeth at the memory of being thrown to the ground like trash when a pointed rock had cut through the skin on your upper arm. It was a rather deep wound and if you didn't find a way home then you would definitely bleed out. Or be eaten by the animals. Who knows.

The hopes that you had, of your father finding you had been lost hours ago, the realisation of Noah's nasty lies hitting you like a bullet. He probably told your father that you had run away or something. And knowing your father, he must be beyond angry at you. You sighed and looked up at the sky, relishing in the cool air that fanned your face.

Life was hard, that was a given. Even after being the perfect daughter, you didn't get any kind of love from your family. They all were just power hungry, neglecting you for whatever fortune was thrown their way. There had been times when you wanted to run away, leave behind the stupid family you had. Maybe you could have found someone who loved you for you.

You flinched suddenly as loud howls rang through the forest, your eyes darting to the moon which shone brightly in its entirety.

Full moon night.

Hunting night.

You widened your eyes and your throat ran dry. It was the hunting night for the werewolf community. Which meant you were definitely gonna die. It was a law that all humans were to stay in their houses during this night, and if any human failed to abide by the law then the werewolves were free to act however they see fit. Your worry was short-lived before it turned into full-fledged terror when you heard the sound of rustling from the bushes situated a few metres away from you. Sweat trickled down your forehead as you waited with bated breath, wanting nothing more than to run away. And there it was. Through the darkness and the shallow light of the moon falling on the bushes, emerged a beautiful brown wolf. Its eyes were almost golden, its fur shining and making you think about how smooth it must be. Even though it looked magnificent, you shivered on seeing the bared teeth, snarling at you as if it were ready to pounce. You whimpered and pushed yourself further up against the bark of the tree, slowly shaking your head and hoping that it would leave you alone.Just for a second, it seemed as though the wolf had heard your pleas, its eyes softening enough to make you think that maybe you weren't dying tonight. But it went away just as it came, a loud growl erupting from its throat before it pounced on you. You let out a loud scream and covered your face, not wanting to face your fate. If this is what dying felt like, then you certainly didn't mind cause there was absolutely no pain. It felt as if you hadn't even been touch-

Slowly taking away your hand from your face, you peered at the wolf whose face was now inches away from yours. Its eyes glaring at you with such intensity that you wanted to faint. As if on cue, your head began spinning and your vision became blurry. You stiffened as the werewolf sniffed your wound, your eyes fighting to stay open. If you were really passing out then maybe it was a good thing. The werewolf could eat you up without making you suffer, not like you wanted to live anyway. You found all your energy being drained away, your body falling limp and your eyes drooping slowly but you could still see the werewolf. You could still see its eyes widen. You could still see how sad it looked and you wondered why. If anything, you should have been dead by now. After all, you had broken the law and the werewolf could do whatever it wanted to do. As you closed your eyes and succumbed to the darkness, the last thing you heard was a whisper of your name. "Y/N....." ___________________________________________ You woke up to the feeling of someone touching your arm. You simply hummed and thought it was one of the maidens that worked in your house until a sharp pain shot through your arm. You jolted up with your eyes wide, gasping for air when you continued to feel the stinging in your arm.

"I knew it was too strong for a human."

A soft voice made you look to the side where a young woman sat, wearing a pair of thick rimmed glasses with a jar in one hand. You frowned and tilted your head, your eyes battling between the jar and her face until the realisation dawned on you. With wide eyes you glanced around the room, taking in a sharp breath on seeing all the unfamiliar colours and furnitures.

"Wh-where am I?" You asked, wincing at how dry your throat felt. The young woman grabbed a glass from the side table and handed it to you, noticing your hesitation on seeing the greenish liquid.

"It'll make you feel better, I promise." She smiled, making you nod. The genuineness in her eyes made it easier for you to believe her so you took the glass from her and brought it to your lips, your eyes fixed on her form.

As soon as the liquid touched your tongue, your eyes screwed shut and you spat it out, a number of coughs following after. "Guess that's not for humans either...." You heard her say as she grabbed the glass from you. What did that even mean? You continued to cough, gagging occasionally to get rid of the rotten taste left behind in your mouth. Eventually, a glass of water was handed to you and you gladly accepted it, gulping down everything all at once. With a sigh, you closed your eyes and rested your back on the headboard, feeling someone take the empty glass from you. Assuming that it was the same young lady, you opened your eyes and proceeded to say thank you until your eyes met his.

Kim Namjoon.

The alpha.

Fear struck you at lightning speed, your brain screaming at you to run away. But you didn't. You couldn't. It was as if his eyes were pinning you down. If anything, you felt smaller under his gaze. "Isla, I told you she's a human. What were you thinking?" He said in a stern voice, his eyes moving away from you. You let out a huge sigh of relief, internally, of course. You peered at the woman, feeling a little bad that she was probably never gonna hear the end of it but she did make you suffer.

"I have never treated a human. Can't really blame me, Joon." She replied, rolling her eyes while yours widened. Why was she talking to him like that?

You were always told that Kim Namjoon was sadistic and that he was beyond selfish. Whatever fit his needs had to be done, no matter the consequences that others might have to face. He was good looking, of course but you knew looks could be deceiving. You had experienced it all with Noah.

"I'll change her bandages, you can go."

You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard his voice, swallowing thickly when 'Isla' left you alone with him. Your heart started beating faster as he came and sat on the chair beside the bed, inspecting all the medicines and ointments that were laid out in front of him. You eyed his every move, preparing yourself to make a run for it in case he showed repulsive behaviour. "If I was gonna kill you, I would have done that when I saw you in the forest yesterday." He stated, as if reading your thoughts. Your eyes widened and you stared at him in amusement. Could werewolves read minds too?

"Ho-how do you know what I was thinking?" You asked, your voice laced with astonishment. Namjoon chuckled, shaking his head as he continued to look through all the medications. "Your expression, doll. It looks as if you've just been told about your execution." You almost blushed at his sentence, surprised at his use of the nickname. Nobody had ever called you that, or let alone any nickname. You took your time to take in Namjoon's appearance, coming to the conclusion that he looked like a God. A God who was supposedly bad. Whilst you were so busy checking him out, you failed to notice how he was already changing your bandage. A sudden sting to your wound made you hiss and you pulled your hand back. But Namjoon's grip on your forearm stopped you, his eyes shooting up to meet yours.

"It'll be over before you know it..." He said, his voice as gentle as a feather. You hesitantly gave up and let him treat your wound, occasionally hissing and flinching as he wrapped a new bandage around it.

It was strange but you certainly felt it. Just for a moment, it seemed as though your heart fluttered. As though you felt a spark when Kim Namjoon touched you. You knew it was different because you never felt this way with Noah.

Was it just gratefulness for a person who saved you?

Or was it your heart's way of saying that Noah is a mistake? You'll never know.

Namjoon stood up and proceeded towards leaving the room when you stopped him.

"Why didn't you kill me?"

Namjoon halted abruptly, not expecting this question at all. He swiftly turned on his heel to see a questioning frown on your face.

"Would you have preferred it that way?" He asked, tilting his head to the side.

You glanced at your hands, scoffing at the irony. This was where you were supposed to shake your head vigorously and say that you were thankful for not being killed. But you couldn't bring yourself to do any of that. It made you beyond upset to think about your pathetic life. A life that you didn't have any control over.

"I guess that would have been better." You mumbled, quickly wiping away a tear that had escaped your eye.

Namjoon saw it. He saw the helpless look on your face. You looked defeated and it pained him to see you like that. You didn't deserve this. A girl of your status should be happy and boastful. But you seemed to be the complete opposite. Sad and quiet. Namjoon quickly walked back to you, sitting on the chair where he was sitting just a minute ago.

"Why were you out there on hunting night, Y/N?" He asked, determined to know why you were there. Your breath hitched on hearing his words, not knowing if you should tell him about your problems or not. Because obviously you will have to go back home, and if your father found out what you had done, then it was gonna be the end for you.

"I won't tell anyone, if that's what you're worried about. I'm just as powerful as your father, you know." Namjoon answered, leaning closer to you. You knew he was right. Namjoon was also one of the six core members of the council. He represented all the werewolves and he was also the ultimate alpha. So he was actually a little more powerful than your father.

"I was left there as a p-punishment." You stated, clutching the sheets tightly. Namjoon raised his eyebrows, nodding at you to continue. You took a deep breath and decided to just let it all out.

"I failed to do something that my fiance wanted me to do so he left me there all alone. As punishment." You confessed, feeling all your anger piling up. You felt embarrassed for not being able to take a stand for yourself but in a society that didn't quite look at women as equals, it was hard for you to do anything.

Meanwhile, Namjoon thought this was absurd. No man had the right to treat any woman like that. And more over, you were his fiancee. He was supposed to treat you like a goddess.

"And who is this fiancé?" He asked, gritting his teeth but you didn't notice.

"Noah Silva." You mumbled.

Within seconds, Namjoon found himself fuming with anger. Noah Silva was a pathetic man. Namjoon knew him all too well. He had no respect for anyone and said whatever came to his mind. It was honestly a blessing that Noah wasn't one of the six core members. Cause if that happened, then the whole country would be a mess. There would be no sense of peace between the witches, the werewolves and the humans. It would be a chaos. Without a word, Namjoon stood up and left the room, leaving you confused. Maybe he thought you deserved it. Maybe he was exactly the Kim Namjoon that everyone thought him to be. It would be a while till you found out. ___________________________________________ You sighed and smoothed your dress, feeling good now that you were all cleaned up. Surprisingly, the dress fit you perfectly. As if it was made for you. It was dark green and reached your ankle. It was the type of dress that you had seen the richer people wearing. Of course, Kim Namjoon was rich. He had been on the council for a long time, unlike your father who acquired his position only a couple years ago. You wandered around the big mansion and adored the corridors, gaping at the beautiful walls. Your house was big too, but not as big as Namjoon's. You were trying to find your way to the dining room since Namjoon had asked you to join him for dinner.

The thought of seeing him again made you a little anxious but it also made you excited. Yes, it was a little weird when he just stormed out of your room after you told him who your fiancé was. Maybe they were sworn enemies? Well, too bad for you.

After a few more minutes, you managed to find the dining room, happily skipping towards the long table. You saw Namjoon seated at one end and slowly walked towards him, smiling at him when he saw you. You sat on the chair beside him, clearing your throat and mentally yelling at your heart to calm down.

"The dress suits you." Namjoon complimented, noticing the way your eyes widened momentarily. It was an adorable sight, he thought. You glanced down in your lap, hiding the blush that was creeping across your cheeks.

"Thank you." You mumbled, biting your lip harshly. This wasn't something you were used to. Nobody had ever complimented you in your entire life, no matter how hard you tried. Your family didn't even give you a second glance, let alone Noah. Truth be told, you felt good being in Namjoon's company. He made you feel like a woman, not a slave. Soon the food was served and you ate it all at a very impressive pace. Obviously, you were hungry.

"I forgot to ask, how long was I unconscious?" You asked, taking in the last bite. Namjoon looked up from his plate and narrowed his eyes, contemplating whether he should say it or not. But it had to be said.

"Four days."

You choked on your food and Namjoon quickly handed you a glass of water, rubbing your back soothingly. Once you had gulped it all down, Namjoon shook his head. "You okay?" He questioned, giving you concerned looks. You nodded slowly, getting lost in your own thoughts. It had been four days and no one had come looking for you? Wow, they really didn't care, did they?

"No one came looking for me?" You asked, praying for Namjoon to tell you that you were wrong but the guilty look in his eyes told you everything. You chuckled bitterly to yourself. Tragedy was the only way to describe your life.

Noticing how your mood changed, Namjoon decided to do something. He wasn't just gonna sit and watch you sulk around. He was the one who had to take care of you anyway.

"Come with me."

You looked up at Namjoon to find him leaving the dining room already. Hurriedly, you got out of your seat and followed him, wondering where he was taking you. You walked behind him, observing your surroundings curiously. You stepped out of his mansion, making your curiosity grow bigger and bigger.

"Where...."

Before you could complete your sentence, there it was. A small lake in the middle of a bunch of trees with flowers floating across it's surface. You gasped at the sight, marvelling at how the moonlight only made it prettier.

"No one knows about this place. It's like my personal....haven." Namjoon said, sitting on the grass surrounding the lake. You took a minute to admire the scenery, closing your eyes and feeling the cool air on your skin.

"It is stunning." You replied, smiling at the moon shining on you in all it's glory. Four days ago, this sight would have scared you but now, you felt so peaceful. Namjoon smiled slightly, taking pride in how happy you looked. Of course this was stunning. But for him, you were more stunning. For four days, you were the one who brought him a sense of calmness. Your face and the fact that you were alive kept him going. You were important to him. Too important.

"Do you believe in destiny, Y/N?" You turned your head to look at Namjoon, his eyes fixed on you. You clasped your hands behind you and moved closer to where he sat before sitting beside him. You pulled your knees up to your chest and hummed.

"I do. If it's meant to happen, it will happen." You answered, gazing at the night sky. Namjoon nodded, looking up at the stars.

"Do you know that my kind can know if someone's meant to be with us?" He asked again, making you frown in confusion. "As in, soulmates?" You raised an eyebrow as he nodded. You looked surprised before a smile graced your lips. "Have you found your mate?" You asked, getting excited at the thought. How interesting. Only if humans could know that too.

"I did. Four days ago." Namjoon answered, watching you intently. He didn't mean to break the news to you all of a sudden but he couldn't help himself. You were just so nice. He couldn't let you go back to your stupid fiance who didn't know how to take care of you.

You stared at him in confusion before it struck you.

Four days ago.

You met him.

"Are you serious?"

Namjoon couldn't judge from your expression if you liked this news or not. He couldn't tell how you felt. You just looked....lost?

"You can reject me if you want." He said, hoping that you don't listen to him. He already felt a strong bond with you. But obviously, it wasn't necessary that you felt it too. You could reject him and he would continue his life thinking about how his mate didn't want him.

"You won't hurt me like Noah, would you?" You asked, gazing at him with glossy eyes. The thought of being loved was making you feel overwhelmed. You knew Namjoon wasn't a bad person. He was better than your entire family. Why else would he have saved you and looked after you for four days? That was a long time, given the fact that lately the ties between the humans and the werewolves weren't as good as before. You somehow knew that Namjoon wasn't gonna hurt you. The spark you had felt earlier was a sign too. He was telling you nothing but the truth.

"Never." He answered and caressed your cheek, looking into your eyes as if they held all the stars. You felt beautiful in that moment. He made you feel beautiful.

"There's a ball tomorrow. It's a tradition and it's held every year. If you come, I'll know your answer. But if you don't...." Namjoon trailed off, looking away with sad eyes. He stood up and headed back into the mansion, leaving you to think this through. It had been only one day since you started talking to him. But you knew he was good. And if he really wanted to hurt you, he would have done it already. You sighed and closed your eyes. What should you do? Give him a chance? Or just go on living your terrible life?

Another billion years passed and I posted. It was too long so I split it into two chapters...I mean have you heard of people complaining about fic chapters being too long? So you gotta wait for a few days until I put the chapter two out. Comment if you wanna be added to the tag list!

(P.S Part 2 has been posted)

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gretavanfleetlife · 5 years

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Only Time Will Tell:

Chapter 3

AN: All I’m gonna say is that shits going down. Love you all and thank you so much for the incredible support, enjoy!!💕

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 2,400

You look at yourself in the mirror and smile at your reflection, letting out a small sigh while getting ready for the party. You choose not to wear a lot of makeup, striving for a more natural look and wanting your stunning maroon dress to speak for itself. You finish curling your hair and walk into the hall. You're extremely glad you went shopping with Josh, this dress is sure to attract lots of attention. You hear people conversing and laughing loudly downstairs, and you're excited to join them. You head down the stairs with a skip in your step, following the loud sound of Josh's voice originating from the living room. Walking through the growing crowd of people, you realize that you recognize most of the faces you see. Many of them go to Frankenmuth High with you, some of them being in your grade and others a grade above. You notice Danny seated on a couch cuddled up with Mackenzie, his arm thrown around her shoulder.

"Atta boy, Danny," you mutter to yourself with a smirk. You catch a few people's eyes as you make your way through the crowd into the living room, finding Josh talking animatedly with a few people, Sam and Jake included. As you walk over to them, Josh notices you and waves you over, calling your name. The guys he was talking to turn and greet you, and you notice Sam visibly checking you out.

"Y/n, you look gorgeous!" Jake grins at you. You thank him and rest your arm on Josh's shoulder while conversation in the small group resumes.

"Mind getting me a drink?" you ask Josh. He happily obliges, leaving towards the kitchen. You're left in the group of guys as Jake tells a story to the rest of them and Sam silently drinks a beer beside you. You're eager to see if Sam is still mad at you.

"Hey, Sam, what's up?" you smile. Sam doesn't look at you. Instead, he shrugs his shoulders and turns, walking towards the kitchen without saying a word. You stand in silence, mad at yourself for somehow upsetting Sam. Fights between the two of you are rare, and even when they do happen they usually don't last for more than a few hours. You let out a frustrated sigh and nudge Jake's arm.

"Can I have a sip of that?" you ask him, motioning to the plastic cup in his hand.

"Yeah, it's really strong though, I'm drinking it on a dare," he replies, handing it to you.

"It'll be fine," you say before taking a sip. The alcohol burns your throat as you take a sip, giving Jake a small smile. "That's pretty good," you say as you chug the rest of his drink, squinting through the tingling sensation in your throat as a small crowd forms around you and cheers you on. Swallowing the last drop, you throw your head back and smile at the encouraging shouts around you. Jake stands with his arms crossed, nodding his head at you in approval. Someone hands you another cup filled with a similar looking liquid to the one you had just consumed.

"This one is way worse. Five bucks says you can't finish it all," a vaguely familiar face says as you take the cup from him.

"You're on," you smirk with confidence. You take a sip of the liquid and flinch at the taste. It was much worse than the last, but you ignore it and find yourself thinking about Sam, chugging the remainder of the drink briskly. You collect your money and smile at the loud cheering of the people around you. You turn to Jake and lean in to yell in his ear, "I'm gonna go see what's taking Josh so long." He nods to you and pats you on the back before you head into the kitchen to look for your best friend. You search the room but don't see him anywhere. You start to feel a little worried as you search for him in the huge crowd of people gathered in the living room. He's not one to avoid a party, especially if it's his own. You think that he's probably taking a break, so you head upstairs to look for him, already feeling the alcohol you drank earlier affecting you as you stumble up the stairs. You hear a faint conversation coming from Josh's room, so you walk towards the door, finding it left slightly ajar. You raise your hand to knock and push it open when you hear Sam mention your name from inside Josh's room. You lower your arm and listen intently to the loud conversation inside.

"All I'm saying is you didn't have to force her to buy that dress!" Sam says loudly.

"I didn't force y/n to do anything, Sam, she let me buy it!" you hear Josh reply as you feel your shoulders tense.

"After you told her to find a boyfriend by insisting she dress like a fucking whore! I saw the other dresses she turned down Josh, I don't want her wearing those just as much as the one you got her!" Sam practically yelled as you feel heat rise to your cheeks and tears form in your eyes. You had heard enough. You shove the door open to see Sam standing inches away from Josh, towering over him. They both turn to look at you, sharing a similar shocked expression.

"So you think I'm a whore, huh? Is that why you've been ignoring me?"

"Y/n, I-I..." Sam stumbles.

"I can make my own decisions Sam," you say as you stare at him in disbelief over what you just heard, "you don't decide what I can or can't wear."

"Listen y/n, I..." Sam fumbled. He walks towards you and opens his mouth to continue but you cut him off.

"No Sam, j-just fuck off," you say as a tear runs down your cheek and you rush towards the bathroom. You hear Sam call after you but you ignore him as you hurry into the bathroom, locking the door behind you and sitting down against it. You hear footsteps approaching and a quiet knock on the door as you cry into your hand.

"Y/n?" Sam asks softly.

"Go away, Sam."

"I-I'm sorry y/n," he says gently as you hear him sliding down to your level, his back against the door as he sits outside of it, "you shouldn't have had to hear that because I shouldn't have said it. I don't mean it, really I don't."

"Then why'd you say it?" you ask between sobs. A quiet, uneven sigh escapes his lips, almost inaudible to you. Almost.

"I just," he hesitates, "I don't want you to get hurt again." You can tell that that wasn't what Sam was going to say before, and for a moment Sam is silent. You sniffle and breath in a shaky breath. "Please don't cry. I can't stand it when you cry," his voice cracks.

"Go away Sam," you whisper, "please." You hear him stand and apologize to you once more before walking away down the hall. You stand up and wipe your tears away, looking into the mirror. You fix yourself up as much as possible, thankful that you decided not to wear too much makeup. You take a deep breath, feeling confused about Sam's outburst. You're glad that he's at least talked to you about it, but you can't forget what he said about you to Josh. You couldn't help but notice a trace of jealousy in his voice, but then again he has nothing to be jealous about. You decide to try and forget about it, you want to enjoy the party as much as you can before it's over. Collecting your thoughts, you open the door and return to the party. You walk downstairs and see the front door opening. You reach the bottom of the steps and you see Ethan walking inside.

"Y/n, hey! You look absolutely stunning," he says, glancing at your dress before meeting your eyes again.

"Thank you, I'm so glad you made it!" you grin as he walks towards you. You're thankful that he's here, partly because he'll make a good distraction from thinking about Sam too much.

"Are you alright? You look like you've just been crying or something," he says, concern lacing his voice.

"Oh yeah, my eyes are just a bit red from drinking," you lie poorly.

"Right then, do you want to grab another drink?" Ethan asks you. You nod your head, taking his hand in yours and leading him towards the kitchen. you notice that Sam is nowhere to be found, and you spot Josh in the corner of the room, talking to Jake in private. You catch his eye and he gives you a concerned look, mouthing the words, 'are you ok?'. You nod, giving him a weak smile and continuing into the kitchen. Ethan grabs beverages for the both of you and you talk for a while in the living room. As time goes on, you allow yourself to become significantly drunk.

"I'll be right back," Ethan says into your ear before heading towards the bathroom. You stand alone with a half-empty drink in your hand and take a long sip. You are startled when you feel a hand grab your butt and you whip around, seeing a face you haven't seen in a long time.

"Cam?!" You shout angrily, "what are you doing here?" Your ex-boyfriend gives you a smirk as he puts a hand on your shoulder.

"I came to see you, heard you were here."

"Don't touch me you asshole," you say firmly, shrugging his hand off your shoulder.

"Listen y/n, I know we didn't leave off on the best of terms but I just wanted to tell you that I miss you," he says unconvincingly, "I was wrong to cheat, I need you back."

"Leave me the fuck alone," you slur. You turn to walk away as Cam grabs your wrist and pulls you towards him.

"Y/n don't go, I said I miss you," he repeats.

"Let go of me!" you yelp as you try desperately to free your wrist from his grasp.

"Leave her alone, Cameron," you turn to hear Sam snarl, stepping between you and Cam as he drops your wrist. For the first time tonight you feel relieved at the sound of Sam's voice.

"Hey, Sammy! We were just catching up," Cam says, straitening his posture to match Sam's height.

"I think it's time for you to leave. She doesn't want to see you," Sam replies in a low growl.

"Sure she does," Cam says, reaching around Sam and grabbing your ass again. Before you could react, Sam punches Cam hard across his face, his fist connecting with Cam's nose. Cam stumbles backward and holds his nose in his hands. He regains his balance, fuming as he walks quickly towards Sam. Sam nudges you behind himself, preparing for a fight and raising his arms slightly.

"You're gonna regret that, Kiszka," Cam scowls. Before he reaches Sam, he is harshly shoved back by Danny.

"Fuck off Cameron, we don't want any more trouble," Danny says calmly, standing beside Sam and narrowing his eyes at Cam. Infuriated, Cam stares daggers at Sam but knows he can't take both him and Danny together.

"Whatever," he spits, "she's not worth a fight anyway." Cam turns and leaves out the front door and you are left crying silently behind Danny and Sam. Danny whispers something into Sam's ear and he nods, turning to you as Danny walks away towards the direction of the kitchen.

"Are you alright y/n?" he sighs, gently wiping away the tears streaming down your cheeks, "please don't cry," he whispers into your ear as you open your arms and allow him to engulf you in a hug, "he's gone now, it's gonna be ok. How about we call it a night?"

"I-I don't have a car," you sniffle against his chest.

"That's ok, you'll just sleep here tonight," he coos in your ear, "is that ok?" You nod your head against him and he walks with you to the stairs. You're too upset with Cam to remain mad at Sam, at least for the moment. You walk up a couple of steps and stumble at the third one, leaning heavily on Sam. You begin to wish you didn't drink as much as you had.

Sam looks at you solemnly, "may I?" motioning to you as you nod your head in agreement. Sam carefully picks you up and carries you up the rest of the stairs, your arms loosely falling around his neck. Through your tears, you see Ethan out of the corner of your eye in the bathroom, making out with a girl you didn't recognize. Typical, you think to yourself as you reach the top of the stairs. You softly cry into Sam's shoulder.

He carries you into his room and places you down gently on his bed. He walks to his dresser and takes out a baggy t-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants.

"Here, change into these," he suggests, tossing you the clothes and standing awkwardly at the other side of the room facing the wall, "tell me when you're done." you struggle while you take off your tight dress and slip Sam's shirt on over your bra. You fight against his sweatpants but are too drunk to put them on properly, so you lazily throw them onto the floor.

"Ok I'm done, Sammy," you say and he turns around. He glances at you with a small smile.

"Y/n why didn't you put the sweatpants on? Also, your shirt's backward," he says, walking over and sitting on the bed next to you.

"They were complicated," you shrug, fixing your shirt, "I gave up." He smiles, shaking his head and helping you under the covers. He walks to the door and turns out the light.

"Goodnight," he says before turning to head out the door.

"Sam?" you call as he stops and turns to look at you, "can you stay with me?" He hesitates for a moment before walking over to the bed, sliding under the covers next to you. You lie beside each other in peaceful silence, you facing Sam as he stares up at the ceiling.

"I really am sorry," Sam whispers.

"I know."

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dontreadthistrashgarbage · 5 years

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Pt.3

Seyoon was unpacking all the late night snacks he had gotten onto a blanket at a secluded rooftop. Hearing footsteps he looked up to see Guerin, who looked different than usual. She didn't appear to be wearing any makeup, had her normal stud earrings but had a cute black mask with a white sharp toothy grin. She was dressed in joggers and a sweatshirt with the hood up. He cocked his head at her as she approached.

"I know, I look like shit. But it was late and I'd already gotten ready for bed. You can't expect me to spruce up after that." Guerin guessed at his expression.

"You look fine. Cozy. It's just different. Also you're late." He shrugged and patted the blanket next to him, sitting as he leaned against the wall behind him.

"I got lost..." she grumbled, "I've never been great with directions." She sat down in the spot he indicated, looking over the spread he had brought, "Good grief I thought you just wanted tteokbokki."

Seyoon smiled automatically, "You said you hadn't eaten, and I know how much you like food so I thought I should get some options." Guerin leaned her head in his direction and offered a wry smile under her mask, unable to argue with his logic. "Besides, I got this for us too." He pulled out an additional bag, from which he drew two paper cups, a bottle of soju and two cans of beer.

Guerin raised her eyebrows and sat up straight, "Oh we're drinking too?"

"We have to. It goes well with tteokbokki, fried chicken and jajangmyeon." He shrugged nonchalantly as he began opening everything up and handing Guerin some chopsticks. "Although it's blueberry soju. I thought you might like that."

"How did you figure that?" She asked, sneaking a piece of tteokbokki and pulling her mask to her chin to eat it.

"Well you said before you liked Grapefruit and Plum but I couldnt find it, so I thought blueberry was the next best option." Seyoon shrugged, separating the cups and pouring soju into them, handing one to Guerin and offering his as cheers.

She laughed in response and took her shot, "Honestly I dont know how that train of thought lines up but you aren't wrong." She watched as Seyoon refilled the cups and couldn't keep the grin from her face, "You really went all out for this, it's awesome. Thank you."

He shrugged again, looking up at her and their eyes met briefly before both looked away to select food options, "Food makes things better." He said simply.

"Cheers to that." They both took another shot and then ate in silence for a while.

"So... how are you?" Seyoon asked awkwardly, unsure of how to broach the subject.

"I'm fine, all things considered." Guerin said almost mechanically, "I keep telling people that."

"Okay... but how are you really?" Seyoon asked again, leaning back to look at Guerin. She sighed and set her chopsticks down and didn't speak for a moment.

"Well. What do you know happened?" She asked finally.

"I know you were attacked by that crazy lady. I know you were arrested but you were cleared because of video evidence. I know that she is being charged by the company. But I also know you haven't been with HEET lately." He trailed off.

Guerin reached over for one of the beers. Seyoon cracked it open and put it in her hand, grabbing his as well while she took a sip, leaned back against the wall and looked up at the sky.

"Yeah. We were worried something might happen again. So part of our plan included recording any more altercations that might occur. Self defense laws are tricky and it's usually one person's word against another. Plus as a foreigner, and a big one, we knew some witnesses might not provide unbiased information." She paused and took another sip, "The boys were so brave, they did exactly as they were supposed to. That woman had some gross stuff in that present too. Police said it was unwashed underwear, a vial of blood, another of spit..." she scrunched her nose, "stuff like that."

"Sounds like you guys have the law on your side." Seyoon said, waiting for more information.

Another sip and pause before she spoke, "Yeah, we do. We're able to press charges. The company is suing her. She might see jail time. They even made me go to the hospital to make sure they had a medical report for the court."

"Wait medical report?" Seyoon looked over at her, surprised, "What happened?" Now that she had pulled down her mask and he was looking closely he saw the cut and slight bruising at the corner of her mouth as she smiled dryly and tapped her cheek.

"I let her hit me. I figured if she looked unharmed and I was injured it would go better for us too."

"You're crazy." He sounded almost admiring as he leaned in closer, "Let me see that, does it hurt?"

"It's fine, I've been hit in the face many times, and she's probably the smallest adult that's ever taken a swing at me. It doesnt hurt at all. OW WHY?" She flinched and cried out as he poked the bruising.

His eyes widened and he let out a snort of laughter, "Doesn't hurt at all?"

"You little shit." She laughed and smacked his hand away from her face, "Of course it'll hurt if you press a bruise."

He giggled again, "Sorry. It does look like it hurts a lot. You should maybe stop letting people hit you in the face."

She laughed, "Well it hasn't always been a choice, this one was though."

"So... there's more right?" He asked after their laughter had subsided.

Guerin avoided his eyes by taking a longer drink from her beer, "Yeah. There's been some blowback. Some false stories have gotten out and theres some people that claim I'm making a bad name for HEET or that I was the one who started it, that I instigated a fight or was being rude to a fan. There's quite a lot that demanded I be removed as manager, actually."

"So they caved?" Seyoon asked disbelievingly.

"Well. Kind of?" Guerin sighed, "I've been temporarily removed. Right now with the case going and the false information it's actually less safe for HEET to be around me in case someone tries to target me. So until things are officially able to be released..." she stopped talking abruptly blinking rapidly, trying to hide it with another long gulp of beer. "It's not like I've been fired. I'm grateful for that. Another company would probably have written me off as more trouble than I'm worth. They have me doing other work right now but... I liked my job. I loved my boys, and looking after them." She couldnt hide the tears running down her face now, and didn't bother to try.

Seyoon floundered, watching her face then looking around before seeing napkins and hurriedly handing them to her. She smiled and thanked him, dabbing her cheeks half heartedly before giving up and chugging the rest of her beer through her tears. With an unconvincing smile she looked at Seyoon, "So that's what I mean when I say all things considered. I'm fine."

He didn't saying anything right away, pulling his long shirt sleeve over his hand, he leaned over and dabbed at her face to dry it. She started to pull away, shocked, but he reached out with his other hand and held her in place. "Hold still." She didn't fight back, he was so close and so handsome she couldn't help but feel somewhat transfixed, despite her stomache dropping and heart pounding, all she could do was freeze until he let her go. He picked up his chopsticks, selected a large piece of fried chicken and put it to her mouth, which she accepted without complaint.

"It's okay to be sad when bad things happen. You don't have to lie to everyone." He paused and added quietly as though he wasn't sure he should be saying it, "You don't have to lie to me."

Guerin choked, "Oh my god." She swallowed as soon as she could and laughed, "Are you using lines on me to seem cool? Is this a drama?" She laughed again.

"Yah." He protested, "I was just trying to be supportive."

Guerin laughed again then fed him some tteokbokki, "You're as adorable as a cicada." She said and pinched his cheek.

"I am so much more handsome than some bug." He protested around the food in his mouth.

"Of course you are." She put a shot of soju in his hand, cheersed and downed hers. He followed shortly.

"Thanks though." She glanced at him, "It means a lot."

He playfully shoved her and stole her chopsticks, which started a whole new bickering fit.

Charlie had been working up the nerve all morning to talk to her boss. It was a privilege to be allowed to be so hands on with animals and she didn't want her boss to think she was taking advantage... but it was such a cool opportunity. She had to at least try.

"Byun Minsoo-ssi." She lead off tentatively. The lead vet looked up from her paperwork. Perhaps she looked stern simply from Charlie's point of view but it was just as believable that she was no-nonsense in everyday life as well.

"Yes? Charlie-ssi?"

"I have a friend who is a manager for an idol group, she is friends with a group called A.C.E and I wondered if they could come behind the scenes to meet some of our animals?" Charlie ventured cautiously.

Minsoo paused for a moment before speaking "A.C.E? Your friend knows A.C.E? And they want to come here?" Her attempt to play it cool was poorly hidden and gave Charlie confidence.

"Yes! I'd like to invite my friend Guerin and A.C.E to come and see what we have. I think it would be an excellent opportunity to promote the zoo and educate on the importance of conservation!"

The normally serious Minsoo beamed at Charlie, "That's an excellent idea. Let's get in contact and organize something."

Charlie did a mental fist pump and hustled off to message her friends.

Deciding to keep the visit informal allowed the planning process to go more quickly. Approval from the higher ups and organizing with Beat Interactive took a few days. Guerin has been allowed to come as a personal guest for Charlie and A.C.E who requested she tag along. Guerin, never passing up a chance to visit the zoo, happily accepted. Charlie hoped it could provide her friend with a genuine mood boost. Guerin tended to internalize her negative emotions but Charlie could tell she wasn't her usual self.

"We'll do formal filming in the behind the scenes areas, but then we'll allow you to do your own self cam work throughout the areas of the zoo the public has regular access to." Minseok explained as A.C.E got last second touch ups.

"What animals are we seeing today?" Asked Chan excitedly. They were in the vet and quarantine areas so it was unpredictable what had been planned for them.

"It's a surprise." Charlie said, the most excited A.C.E had ever seen her.

Byun Minsoo would be taking the lead in speaking for the cameras but suggested Charlie stay by to help handle animals and manage the guests. Minsoo might be strict but she was fair, knowing Charlie wanted to do this with her friends she wasn't going to exclude her.

Guerin was hanging back with Minseok as preparations were made. "Noona do you know what we're gonna see?" Chan tried to wheedle from her, pouting slightly. Guerin stared pointedly away from him.

"Don't pull that cute stuff on me, I can't tell you." Of course she knew what animals Charlie was working with, she couldn't let some aegyo spoil the surprise. Chan pouted more and shook his shoulders in a small tantrum.

"Alright that's enough." Minseok stepped in before Guerin could cave, he redirected A.C.E to the main area so they could begin filming. The recording started with a tour of the facilities, showing equipment and how to accommodate all the different animals they had based on type and size. They explained the importance of training animals to participate in their own veterinary care voluntarily then showed them a video example of a mountain lion presenting for a blood draw, and a gorilla opening it's mouth for its teeth to be examined, or a macaque presenting its arm for an insulin injection. Minsoo continued to talk about the research and breeding that the zoo participated and how it was vital for conservation efforts and how it benefitted animals in the wild.

The boys were perfect guests, asking questions and reacting well. They saw a few animals in the quarantine area, new to the zoo and waiting to be introduced to their new homes. The last area they were taken to was for longer term housing for animals that couldnt be in the usual enclosures. A spot had been sectioned, layered with blankets, plushies and other toys. The boys, perplexed, were instructed to go in and sit down with Minsoo while Charlie disappeared momentarily. She returned with an inauspicious crate, facing it away from A.C.E she opened the door and sat with Minsoo, both grinning for the surprise.

Two young tiger cubs tottered they way out, mowing. The trepidation left A.C.E as they all exclaimed in amazement and adoration. Minsoo and Charlie showed A.C.E how to bottle feed them, then let them take turns.

"Their mother was a first time mom, and she wouldnt take care of them." Minsoo explained as the boys cooed sadly, "It's not unusual for that to happen with new mothers even in the wild. But since we are here we made the choice to step in and help raise them." Once the babies were fed they were left to roam and play. One clambered into Jun's lap and fell asleep, the other playing with a toy with Donghun and Byeongkwan. Jun couldn't control his face, his amazement and joy at being chosen as he got everyone's attention and pointed to the sleeping kitten. Seyoon and Chan scooted near him to pet the sleeping animal. Charlie couldn't stop herself from grinning, Guerin knew at least part of it was Jun's reaction and not just the cute tiger cubs.

Once it was time to say goodbye to the kittens, A.C.E did their formal goodbye with them and the filming for behind the scenes ended. The rest of the staff and guests got an opportunity to greet the tigers as well and once Guerin had her turn she flagged down Charlie as the babies were taken back to their enclosure. After a brief talk with Minsoo who let out a restrained laugh and nod, Charlie and Guerin went to a series of smaller tanks on the opposite side of the room, Guerin returning with her hands closed suspiciously.

"We have one more animal for you to meet." Charlie said with a chuckle. Donghun was the only one with the good sense to he suspicious.

"This is one of my favorite animals." Guerin said with a grin, uncovering her hand and showing a large male Madagascar Hissing Cockroach sitting placidly in her hand. All five boys instinctively recoiled, Chan and Jun exclaiming in surprise. A.C.E's reaction elicited chuckles from most of the staff if they werent busy being disgusted themselves.

"It's okay guys. They're harmless!" Guerin said holding it up. Donghun and Jun recovered the fastest, still looking apprehensive and surprised respectively. Chan was behind Jun, leaning around him curiously but still looking fearful. Beyongkwan, eyes wide, didnt move forward so quickly and Seyoon was the furthest away had a very subtle terror that could only be read in his eyes.

"They're really cool, they're called hissing cockroaches cause they hiss!" She gave the cockroach a light pet down it's back which caused it to take two steps forward and hiss quietly as it protested the contact. The boys jumped again. "So insects dont have lungs, they breath through small holes along their body called spiracles. These guys have evolved to force air out of those holes to make a hissing sound that they use to communicate to each other or even predators! Their mouths are too small to bite us so they're harmless!" She was so enthusiastic in the explanation it couldnt help but draw the boys curiosity. She explained how to tell males from females and how most cockroaches are pests at all and how vital they are to the environment. Eventually Donghun worked up the courage first to touch it when offered. Jun became somewhat enamored and greeted the insect before he touched it, but jumped when it hissed before laughing at his own reaction. Chan actually opted to hold it and Byeongkwan even moved forward but Seyoon stayed in the back.

"Come on Hyung!" Chan called to him, looking more closely at the cockroach.

"I'm just looking at stuff over here you guys go on without me." Seyoon said, pretending to examine equipment near him.

"It is kind of cute." Jun admitted, petting it again, still jumping slightly when it hissed.

"On a scale of Seyoon to a Cicada how cute is it?" Donghun joked causing Jun, Chan, Byeongkwan, Guerin and Charlie to laugh.

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Two years, six months

A/N: Don’t you guys love when I say “I’ll try to make the next one shorter” or “I’ll be posting it tomorrow/tonight/tosometime”? Because I DON’T. Anyway, this is the last fanfic scenario of this pregnant series! Yayayayay, I am actually really happy with the result and I’m glad you guys are too! And that the anoncakes that asked for them said that they’re enjoying, ah. Life goals. I hope you enjoy this one too! It’s 2:57 am so I’m not making a proof-reading. i’m lazy af, sorry!

DISCLAIMER (and, due to disclaimer, SPOILERS): this is totally headcanon, i don’t know if Law can actually inherit his childhood’ illnes to his offspring, because of the Ope Ope no Mi and all of that, but I live for DRAMA and ANGST, guys, so OF COURSE HE CAN HERE! Again, this is totallty HEADCANON~ ♥

Words: 2,477 (under the cut for OBVIAS RAZONES)

“Ah, it’s [Name]-chan!”, Bepo squeaked as soon as your feet landed on the ship’s deck; he quickly ran to you and wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling your cheek with his fluffy one. “Where were yooouuuuu?!”

“I’m back~”, you giggled, breathing heavily and sweating a little as you pressed the package close to your chest with one arm, the other wrapped around Bepo. You felt someone rustling your hair as Bepo kept crying.

“We were worried”, Penguin said as he neared you, meaning that the one rustling your hair was Shachi. “Where have you been? We were leaving without you”, you rolled your eyes, smiling as you kept trapped between Bepo’s arms.

“I went to a special mission”

“Well, Captain is specially angry at you right now”, Shachi said, and you patted Bepo on his back, making him cry harder.

“It'll be alright”, you said, but then frowned. “I think... Is he in his room?”, they nodded. “Then I’m gonna see him now. Thank you for worrying about me”, they blush and you bowed at them after Bepo let you go.

You quickly headed to his quaters and once you were right infront of the door, you knocked four times to let him know it was you. One knock for each syllable on “Tra-fal-gar Law”, and you were just slightly surprised when he didn’t answer, of course he would be angry, you entered his room anyway.

“Captain?”, you close the door behind you.

“Where the fuck have you been?”, he asks, his back facing you as he scribbles down in one of his journals, three books open infront of him. You sigh.

“I went to-

“Do you know how worried I was?”, you frown when he puts his pencil down but he doesn’t turn around to see you. You can see his shoulders tensing.

“I only left for a couple of hours, Law”, you try to explain. “You said it was okay if I wanted to buy some things, so I-

“But you didn’t say you were leaving!”, he finally gets up to face you and you flinch a little seeing his angry expression. “Listen, you can’t do whatever you want, whenever you want, [Name]!”, he screams, failing his arms around, he was really angry. “Your decisions affect the rest of the crew and me, why wouldn’t you tell me where were you going?”

“I just thought-

“That’s the problem!”, he interrumpts you again and you just press the package harder against your chest. “You always think only on yourself! You don’t think about the problems your actions may cause or the consequences of your acts!”

“Law!”, you try to speak up. “Let me just explain to you-

“No! I don’t want you to explain anything to me!”, he rubs his face with his hands. “Dammit, [Name]. Sometimes I wish you just leave!”, you widen your eyes. “Sometimes I can’t stand looking at your face and deal with your shit!”, you feel your cheeks starting to heat up and your eyes starting to burn. “Sometimes I wish I had not asked you to be part of my crew”, he finally sighs and doesn’t look back up at you as he sits infront of his desk again. “Tell everyone to not interrumpt me”, he says as he starts to scribble on his notebook again.

You try to swallow the bump growing on your throat and a strangled noise comes out, Law doesn’t bother to look back as he turns just another page from his book. You nod, even when you know he can’t see you and silently make your way out of his room, you jump seeing Bepo, Shachi and Penguing right infront of you.

“[Name]-chan”, Bepo whispers and you feel a tear falling down your eyes.

“Ah! Captain says that he doesn’t want anyone disturbing him”, you say, smiling at them the best you could as more tears keep sliding down your cheeks. “I think I’m gonna go and take a rest, if you don’t mind”, they don’t say a thing. “Excuse me”, you bow and quickly make your way to your room, closing the door behind you. “What do I do know?”, you ask yourself before covering your mouth with your hand to muffle the sound of your sob.

The package pressed on your chest suddenly felt heavier as the little person growing inside your belly. It was only three months, approximately. You placed a hand on top of your tummy, if Law can’t stand looking at your face… how would he stand looking at your child’s face, even if it was his too. You sighed and got up from the floor, placing the package on your bed as you go through your things, looking for something to write and paper and, sitting on the chair infront of your desk, you start to scribble down with shaky hands; tears sometimes ruining your letter, forcing you to start again.

***

“Captain!”, Bepo screams, banging on the door. “Captain! Open the door! Captain, Captain!”, Law jumps awake and growls, dragging the chair back and getting up to open the door.

“I told [Name] to-

“[Name]-san is gone!”, Law growled again, a vein popping on his forehead.

“I clearly told her-

“She’s gone, Captain!”, Bepo repeats, finally crying and shaking Law by the shoulders. “She left! She took a few of her things and- and-

Law widened his eyes and pushed Bepo to the side, running to your room. You left a few things here and there, but your backpack, that you always left in one exact spot, was gone and so where a few things from your wardrobe. You were gone.

“She left something on the bed”, Law jumped a little when he heard a voice behind him, he didn’t recognized it and he didn’t care as he walked to your bed, watching a little packege wrapped in a brown paper and a little note at the side.

Dear Law:

By the time you read this I, hopefully, had left the ship. Don’t bother looking for me. I don’t want to be a burden for anyone… maybe this is a bit sudden, and I definately will regret this decision by the end of the day, but it’s probably the best for the crew, for you and for me, now that I think about it.

Anyway, when we were down town, yesterday, you said you needed this medicine, but since you bought a lot of books you didn’t have enough money to buy it, so, instead, I bought it for you.

I hope it works perfectly, I almost got caught by a few marines and it got a bit shook because of my running. Don’t worry about the marines, I took care of them.

It was nice to be part of your crew, Law. And it was even nicer to be part of your personal life. You’ll always be my lover. I don’t think I’ll find anyone like you ever again. I still love you and I always will.

Take care, Law.

-Forever yours, [Name]

“Captain…”, he now recognized that sound as Bepo’s voice.

“We’re leaving”, he says, taking the medicine and the letter.

“But, Cap-

“I said we’re leaving, Bepo”, he closes the door of your room and looks up at his navigator. “Right now”

“… Yes, Captain”.

***

You wake up at the silent crying of your child. Your eyes snapping open as you sat up in bed, he was curled beside you.

“Baby, sweetie, what’s wrong?”, you ask, brushing his bangs out of his forehead to wake him up, and you feel him burning.

“Mommy, it hurts”, he cries, opening his arms and looking up at you, you frown, looking at his redened face and eyes filled with tears. “Mommy”, he makes grabby hands at you. “It hurts and I’m cold”

You pick him up in your arms kissing his burning cheek. He’s going to die. You can’t help but cry a little. You look outside the little window and see the snow falling into the sea, but you know he’s not cold due to the weather. It’s the sickness. This sickness is taking away your child and he’s only two years old.

No. No, it’s not going to take him away from you. You need to find someone that wants to cure him. This thing is not contagious. You need to find someone. You have to. For him. He’s too young and he has a whole world to see. He’s just a baby.

“I’ll find a doctor, Hikari”, you promise, getting into your coat the best you can with your child between your arms. “I’ll find you a good doctor that will help you feel better, my love”, you cover him up with his blanket and he wraps his arms around your neck, nuzzling in the crook between your shoulder and neck, his little legs around your torso.

You put on the hoodie of your coat and open the door of your little house, the cold wind making you and Hikari shiver; you close the door again and got a bit scared that it would crumble down. It was too tiny, just a little square being the room-kitchen-bathroom-living room all together and it was too fragile. It maybe will come down soon. You’ll need to find another place to live.

After leaving the Heart Pirates’ crew you stayed in the same island, it was tiny, and the people were nice to you, soon enough you were part of them and they even hid you from the marines. Everyone was exceptionally nice when Hikari was born, but, after he turned one, little white marks started to appear on his face and body, you took him to the Hospital, and you were more than surprised to hear them screaming and saying horrible things at your child.

“A monster! It has the Amber Lead Syndrome! Amber Lead Syndrom!”

Needless to say you beat up everyone around you who said horrible things about your child. You didn’t know what was this illness, but the nice people around you suddenly turned their backs to you and your child, they still loved you both, though, and helped you to build a little house near the beach.

Sometimes people would come and bring you food and all that kind of things, because they thought they’ll get the infection too. Some other times other people would come to try and kill Hikari, but of course, you were stronger and you’ll live for your child. And you have to live now because you need to find someone to cure Hikari from this.

“How are you doing, baby?”, you ask, patting his back softly as you walk towards the little boat you bought back in time, just in case. Today was the case.

“I’m fine, mommy”, he whispers and looks up at you, showing you his bright smile, his brightness not reaching his steel-blue eyes, you smile anyway.

“Good, baby”, you kiss his forehead. “Why- why don’t you sing with me, hmm?”, he lets out a breathy giggle and nods, leaning into you as you start to sing softly along with him, your arms wrapping tighter around him.

But where are you going to go? The sea is angry right now, would it have mercy on you and your dying child? And what if they try to kill Hikari again? However you can’t stop your feet, they keep guiding you to your little boat. You touch your side pocket to make sure you have the Log Pose, it is there. Also-

“Mommy”, Hikari stops singing. “Am I going to die?”, your heart contracts at his question and tears start to run down your face. You can’t lose him too.

“I don’t know, baby”, you answer honestly and he sobs. “But I’ll do the best I can to keep you alive, Hikari. You’re my light, Hikari. That’s what your name means, so I’ll not let my light go out. I’ll find you a doctor. I’ll find yo-

Oh God

“Mommy?”, he looks up at you, but you don’t look back at him, you’re too busy looking at the ship.

“Baby”, you gasp. “Baby, cover your ears, mama is going to yell right now”, he quickly covers his ears and you take in a deep breath. “LAW!- I’m going to run now, baby, hold on tight", Hikari nods and more tears fall down your eyes as you quickly run to that ship right beside your little boat. His ship. "LAW! LAW! LAW PLEASE! I NEED- I NEED YOUR HELP!", the sea is muffling your yelling, but your feet keep running and running and-

“[Name]?”, you jump and turn around. “Is that you?”

“Law”, you whisper and suddenly your world is spinning around two people, one in your arms, shivering and whimpering in pain and the other infront of you, looking at you wide wide eyes. “Law”, you whisper again and get closer to him, and you’re thankful when he doesn’t step back. “Law, oh God, Law, I need your help. I- I don’t know why you’re here, but I need your help, please!”

He looks at your eyes and you feel a shiver running down your spine, he’s looking at you, but then his sight goes lower unitl he’s looking at the little bump curled on your chest.

“Is that-

“Law, I don’t know what’s wrong with him”, you cry, pressing Hikari closer to you. “The doctors here don’t want to help! They call him horrible things, they try to kill him, Law. Please help me”, you uncover Hikari’s hand to show Law the white marks on his skin. “Use your ability, I can’t lose him. He’s my child. He’s-”, Law’s face is a combination of a lot of emotions, but it’s too late when you notice: “He’s your child, Law”

“Shit”, he mumbles. “Shit. Shit. Shit, [Name]!”, he looks desperate, his shoulders and hat getting covered with snow as he walks to one side to the other. “You should’ve told me before you left! Why-

“I don’t care! Just help me, dammit! Can you?!”, Hikari feels havier and you hear his breathing getting wheezy, he’s dying. In your arms, right now. “Law- Law please, he’s my baby. Help him, I’m begging you, I-

“To the ship, [Name]. Now”, he starts to walk towards the ship and you notice his shoulders shaking, and it wasn’t because of the cold. “Hurry! He’s going to die if we don’t hurry!”

“I will not let him die!”, Law looks back at you and he shivers seeing your determination.

“No, you will not”, it’s the only thing he says before wrapping an arm around your shoulder, pushing you.

“Hikari?”, he hums. “Sing to mama, yes?”, he nods and his little weak voice starts to fill your ears as Law pushes you and you try to keep your legs going.

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