#i can't look at this image without starting to laugh uncontrollably

[leavingautumn13]

presented without context for @ghostfacedbat

[reference]

#saren arterius #mass effect #commander shepard #other's oc #autumn.art #i fucking guess #i can't look at this image without starting to laugh uncontrollably #not only did he fuck her mom he is continuing to do so. power couple #god i love this au

[swiftsdelucaa]

Can you write a Amelia shepherd x reader where they get married?

❛ 𝑴𝒚 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 ❜

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Amelia Shepherd x f!reader ♡

𝘼/𝙣: This was really cute to write <3 I hope you'll like it, so so so sorry for the wait, I've been a little busy...

You watched yourself in the mirror, Maggie and Meredith were putting the finishing touches on your hair, while Cristina adjusted the details of the dress. You looked at your image still in disbelief and with a faster heartbeat than usual. You couldn't even recognize yourself, you looked like a new person. This would have been the best day of your life.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Cristina asked as she adjusted your veil.

"Yeah, please don't add anything else, I feel like I thought about this too much" it was all you wanted, you loved Amelia with all yourself, and spending the rest of your days with her is what will make you happy.

"I'm serious, you could be left at the altar..."

"Cristina, no" Meredith gave her a little tap on her arm.

"Hey stop" Maggie said to them. You rolled your eyes laughing a little bit. "Today it's her day, and it will be full of love and of the most other beautiful things of the world" you smiled to Maggie and then got up. You did a little turn on yourself to see the effect that the dress had. It was quite long, above there was a deep neckline with small straps under the shoulder placed on the sides of the arms, while at the waist there was a silver stripe which then gave space to the wide skirt. You stopped in front of the three of them a moment.

"You're beautiful" Meredith said.

"Yeah, you hot girl" Cristina added.

"Thank you" you said smiling. All that happiness was becoming uncontrollable.

"Okay, I'll go check on Amelia" Maggie walked out of the room leaving you there to reflect between the anxiety and joy mixed together. God, you couldn't wait to be her wife.

"Say it, you're thinking to escape?" Cristina interrupted your thoughts again. Meredith laughed.

"Oh my God, why did I choose you as bridesmaids?!"

About half an hour later everything seemed ready. The guests were all in their seats, waiting for you. Amelia had already entered, but you hadn't seen her yet. You motioned for Meredith and Cristina to get going as they seemed very indecisive about what to do, and then it was your time.

When you appeared in the middle of the corridor, all eyes were on you. It raised some anxiety, but nothing that didn't calm down as soon as you met Amelia's eyes, making a huge smile appear on your face. Now you were in front of her and all you could think was... she's so beautiful, I can't believe now she's mine.

Unlike yours her dress was less baggy, it was snug enough on top of her to define her shape and it had cute shoulder seams. She was perfect, like this day.

You did nothing but smile at each other and talk with your eyes all the time the priest was talking, until the time for promises arrived. He decided to start with her, so she took your hands and squeezed uniting them with hers.

"Y/n L/n, what can I say? I mean, telling you that I love you and I'll always be here for you isn't enough... you taught me to love again, and made me feel more loved and desired than anyone else has done, so I'm grateful. Yeah you've been also one of the most annoying people I've ever met" you laughed keeping to look at her with shiny eyes. "But I've learned to appreciate the little good things that happens every day, but expecially that without you I'm nothing, so thank you for allowing me to be part of your life, for keeping me sober and alive, to always made me smile even in the worst situation, I love you so much, in an indescribable way" emotions became uncontrolled, no one had ever dedicated the most beautiful words in this world to you. You sighed for a second while a tear ran down your cheek, Amelia was holding the tears too, and you both continued to smile at each other. Now it was your turn.

"Amelia Shepherd, besides being the best thing I've ever come across, you've also been one of the hardest things I've ever been able to go through. I'm a girl who knows what she wants, but when you turned down every flirt or encounter by me and you really made me feel incomplete… like a crap” she and the others giggled, then she returned to focus on you. "I couldn't stand the idea of seeing you with another person, every time you spoke, smiled or just when I met those blue eyes I was lost, so I promised myself that I wouldn't give up. But finally today you will belong to me until the end of our days, and I'll be willing to do anything to make you happy, if you are I'll be too, you're a part of me" the tears kept filling both of your faces.

Zola, Bailey and Ellis walked down the hall towards you carrying your wedding rings. They were simply the cutest thing ever. You proceeded to exchange the rings and anxiously waited for the priest to ask that question.

“Amelia Shepherd, do you take Y/n L/n as your wife and promise to love and cherish her, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better and for worse, as long as you both live? she looked at you intently before answering.

“Yes, I do” she said with a smile.

“Y/n L/n, do you take Amelia Shepherd as your wife and promise to love and cherish her, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better or for worse, for as long as both of you shall live?” you gave her the same gaze.

“Yes, I do!” you exclaimed.

“Well, I officially declare you wife and wife, you may kiss” you waited no more that at the same time you approached pursing your lips in a long, intense kiss, filled with so much emotion it could have gone on for much longer.

Everyone stood up applauding, then you stopped and turned towards them smiling. Everyone cheered this day, the two of you, there was no better place where you wanted to be, from today you would have met a beautiful and a new life.

#amelia shepherd #amelia shepherd x reader #amelia shepherd imagine #greys anatomy #grey's anatomy #greys anatomy x reader #greys anatomy imagine #y/n #my writing #fanfics #requests

[rheusia]

"I have only loved once" pt2

tw death, angst

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The wind slowly entering the room made the curtains wave in a melancholic rhythm, dancing with the shadows. The moon was full, shining brightly in the night sky with all the surrounding stars. The sun was supposed to rise in a few hours, and even though it was dark outside, the birds were chirping loudly, and people started to walk out on the street.

Feeling his heart ache, Olrox woke up screaming, immediately sitting on his bed and curling in, bringing his knees up to his chest and hiding his face in his hands. For the third day in a row, he had been waking up from a constant nightmare that played on repeat in his thoughts, even when he only closed his eyes. The image of his dear lover's body lying under the tree with this horrible bruised wound on his neck, dead, was haunting him like never before. And even though over thirty years have passed since that night, he still cannot get over his lover's death. Olrox dreamed of the Mohican man's uncontrollable laugh, his sweet lips kissing him goodnight, and the soft touch he gave the Aztec vampire with his warm hands. Olrox missed his lover's hair, as black as his own, with braids ending up with beads made from rose petals, which he gifted Olrox right before the horror happened. He missed Mohican's bloody eyes staring at him playfully every time they were together. He missed his lover's bubbly personality, optimistic view of life, and dreams of traveling and exploring the world while being deeply connected with his roots, the land, and the forest.

Olrox felt tears forming in his eyes. No matter how hard he tried to forget, or at least hide, all the memories from his past, he failed. Each time, the pain got worse and worse, driving him crazy from a lack of proper sleep and concentration. He was tired of having nightmares. If only he knew why all of this was happening.

"Is everything alright..?" A deep, tired male voice got the vampire's attention. He looked at the knight from behind his black hair, feeling more tears on his cheeks.

"For sure, Mizrak." He replied softly, trying his best for his crying to go unnoticed.

"Can't you, please, stop thinking about him? It's the past, Olrox. He's dead. I want to sleep for the whole night, not be awakened by you screaming or sobbing under the blanket." The short-haired man said and turned around, now facing the vampire. Mizrak knew he was crying over the dead vampire all the time while being alone, but he never expected Olrox to cry in front of someone.

"Believe me or not, I am truly trying my best to forget him." He wiped the tears off his face, got up from the bed, and walked toward the open window. Moonlight wrapped his body, highlighting his posture and defining his muscles. "And I forgot to take my earrings out, for hell's sake." A whisper escaped his mouth. Taking the silver earrings off his pointy ears, he noticed movement in the corner of his eye. Mizrak came closer to his nighttime activity partner, resting his hands on his shoulders.

Olrox didn't move. His thoughts drifted somewhere far away from the place they stayed, returning to Massachusetts, to his lover's arms, and the past. All over again, and again, and again…

--

More and more people stopped at the town’s center. The streets were barely visible under hundreds of humans and vampires staying in two straight lines in front of the facades of the buildings, clearing the path for someone important.

“Why was the Belmont boy so afraid of you?” Mizrak asked briefly, staring at the vampire’s reflection in the window’s glass, interrupting himself from watching peasants on the streets and also interrupting Olrox from reading.

“I lived a long time as a human and a vampire, but I’ve only really loved once.” He said, his eyes glued to the pages of the book he had in his hands. Olrox brought back the painful memories again, this time without showing any feelings. He felt like crying at night was something incredibly embarrassing and unnatural for a man and a vampire at the same time. “He was from a little town in Massachusetts, if you’ve ever heard of that.” His gaze wandered from the book to Mizrak, and almost immediately after catching eye contact, his eyes returned to the book. "Which, in those days, was a colony.

The Aztec vampire went silent for a moment, trying his best not to burst into tears again. He didn’t know what made him so sensitive to these memories, Olrox had never experienced such rough feelings—all the grief and anger.

“But he wasn’t a colonist.” He paused again. “He was proud to be Mohican, with roots deep in the land and forest. He burned with such passion.” The memory of them meeting for the first time shot through his mind like a bullet, making him vibrant as never before. Olrox heard his lover’s voice; he was joking about how he had never seen a man with such skin tone and overall beauty before; how he called Olrox "exotic" and laughed it off, winking at the Aztec man. Kwahu was not the best at flirting, but he was for sure charming and lovely, and that’s what Olrox fell for. “About the world, about how the people, “the people,” that’s how he talked, could win this thing called freedom. Even people like him.”

Mizrak, meanwhile, watched the vampire closely. His facial expression didn’t change at all, remaining serious. But there was something in his gaze that the knight noticed. How the green eyes were frozen, giving the vibe of Olrox’s life flashing in front of them.

“People whose land had been stolen, I mean. Like mine was, oh, so long ago.” Another memory, now from the times before he met his soulmate. Memories of his homeland, his family, and friends. The people were praying to the Aztec gods, encouraging others to join them in their prayers. The sun was setting behind the horizon, its rays escaping from between the trees in the forest nearby. For a brief moment, he felt like the little boy who was consuming books one by one, curious about the world, and living happily.

“But he fought with them, the revolutionaries. He fought with them and almost made me believe in it too.” Olrox looked up at the man standing by the window. “Then Julia Belmont killed him.”

“Because he was a vampire.” Mizrak interrupted the vampire’s monologue, feeling anger rush in his veins as he realized what Olrox had done. “And you did that to him. Did you even ask permission?” He felt like almost shouting. The knight could not understand Olrox’s actions. As the words left his lips, he saw the vampire getting up from the chair as fast as he could and rushing toward him. Mizrak didn’t even flinch, even though somewhere deep in his consciousness he was a little afraid of losing his life from the vampire’s hands.

“-I was in love with him.” The vampire stopped inches from Mizrak’s face, trapping him with eye contact. “I wanted him to be with me forever.” His voice was as calm as when he talked about his soulmate’s past moments earlier. Olrox brought back memories of Kwahu agreeing to be turned into a vampire because he also wanted to stay together forever. He saw his lover’s brown eyes turn bloody red and felt the Mohican man’s teeth sink into his wrist, thirsty for blood. The next thing he remembered was wiping his own blood off Kwahu’s lips and kissing him passionately.

“And is that what you have planned for me?” Mizrak’s questions brought the vampire back from his world. Olrox stepped back, getting a clearer view of the knight's posture.

"Of course not, Mizrak. I'm not in love with you." He grinned, meanwhile being confused about his feelings toward the man who was standing right in front of him. Olrox scanned his muscular body, hidden under a coat and armor, then his bearded face and short black hair shaved on the sides of his head. And he felt nothing except physical attachment to him.

--

As they both stood in the dark, almost empty room, a dark, foggy figure with red, glowy eyes disappeared from behind the window, collecting its thoughts.

“Olrox is alive…”

#castlevania netflix #castlevania olrox #castlevania oc #castlevania nocturne #olrox's past lover is my whole personality now #olrox/oc #olrox my boy he needs more love #olrox #olrox/mizrak #tw death #i have only loved once au

[dnangelic]

@espectres asked: " What was that about my eyes ? " He teases, earnestly leaning closer. Something about Daisuke being able to talk about them for a really long time.

his heart leaps ; his chest pounds , palm shifting over the space above his rib cage out of habit , electrified and suddenly a little too shy to look directly into those eyes anymore . no doubt shou would find a way into his view again , unbearably cool and exuberant as always , popping and bubbling full of warmth and vibrant life as a sparkler on a summer day ---

and that's always where it starts , isn't it ? nights he had spent thinking about shou in the still dark of his bedroom , touching at empty hollows with the missed-and-missing space of them , the niwa's heart nevertheless full and red ; ever overflowing with such a warm , simple , and innocent bliss . shooting stars and passing comets ; a voice he couldn't get out of his head , an image he couldn't get out of his mind , until ...

... uncontrollably , it transformed him .

instead of speaking , he leans over and clutches at the other's hand in an instant ; a frigid , burning touch its own sort of answer and desperate plead . as usual , even the slightest tease is too much for him , and he lifts his second , free hand to try to cover his changed face --- hopeless as obscuring the furious flush across the pale of his cheeks was .

of course , he doesn't think he has anything to offer past this sincerity . and yet , even if shou might have laughed satisfied and content with the successful , dramatic result of his playful efforts , daisuke still bore the urging desire to admit what he could , no matter how softly or insufficiently . clumsy , inept words might not have been enough , but shou still deserved someone who would at least try .

' in ... my thoughts , ' he softly begins , ' you're always looking right at me . ' fallen angel's lyre-chords strum over the steady thuds of his heart ; he smiles , and it's a wonder just how many times he had smiled like this already without the other ever witnessing , one miracle after another born just out of mere bodiless thoughts . ' it ... makes my heart start beating really fast . but i'm never afraid . '

or , maybe just an inescapable little --- and only in proportion to his soaring thrill and his wants . ' i know --- those eyes have probably seen all kinds of things . so many things , that it's all turned either normal or boring . ghosts , monsters , even something like this ... like me . ' a finger points upwards as he meekly laughs at himself ; his own wretched curse , though every nocturnal violet was fast-fading , the boy's expression remaining deeply enamored .

' ... but they're still special to me . those eyes are like jewels i can't touch , but i still want them to shine and glow even in the dark . ' for me . for you , for us . did shou understand what it meant to exist in a lightless place , and yet still be able to see light ? in the form of a lover's eyes , or reflected off of them , being witnessed for every monstrous aspect , yet never abandoned or betrayed .

fangs and snake's eyes , foreboding black wings --- shou was someone who could fearlessly have taken hold of his claws and kissed them without the slightest tremble . likewise , the great phantom thief could only cherish its greatest treasure , for a really long time --- forever .

' day after day , whenever i can ... i --- want to keep meeting them . i want to be able to greet them with my own . ' shou's were strong , piercing eyes , but the sort of expectations they seemed to have held ... quietly , daisuke keeps tender hold of their hand . ' since the start , it always felt like they were calling out to me , hoping i wouldn't let myself fall behind . since it's like that , i can do my best . for a while now , i haven't just wanted to think about them , or look at them . i really , really --- i wanted those amazing eyes to keep looking at me . '

#*･ﾟ⊰ ANSWERED. ⊱ #espectres #CANON. #BGLKAJLKDKJKJ PEACH THIS CAME OUT OF NOWHERE BUT IM GRATEFUL FOR IT

[dizzy01]

AHEM SPOILERS FOR THE MOVIE CAUSE I KNOW YOU DIDNT WATCH IT YES YOU.

Anyways-

@lowkey-loki245 beware I am not a professional writer and this was all stitched together in an hour lmao

Donnie was starting to get frustrated as his brother kept pushing him off the track. The minute his kart was back and ready to go he was being picked up again over and over. Leo was persistent with pushing Donnie off, his kart was always ready to go for him before he could react.

Leo's grin widened along with the irritation growing on Donnie's face.

"Can't you play the game normally??" He said with words strained in irritation. Donnie glared at his brother beside him laughing uncontrollably. "Sorry Don but I just can't" he responded trying not to burst out laughing a second time as he pointed to the screen. "What do you mean-" Donnie was cut short as he stared back at the screen. Eyes widened and an intangible sound came from his throat as he read the words *FINISHED!*

Leo couldn't hold it back anymore as he burst out into another laughing fit. Donnie's neck snapped to look at his brother, "WIPE THAT GRIN OFF YOUR FACE YOU KNOW THAT WASN'T FAI-" he quieted down when he noticed Leo had stopped laughing. "Leo?" He didn't respond, he looked really out of it, like, really really out of it. His eyes were dilated and weren't looking at anything in particular. And his breathing was getting loud and shaky.

The words kept repeating in his head and the image of Krang kept taunting him. The memory was becoming all too clear for his liking. The pain washing through him wave after wave, the claws clutching his shoulders and plastron refusing to let go.

"Hey, hey, Leo LEO!"

Donnie yelled his grip on Leo's shoulders tightening. Leo jolted out of his trance after minutes of not responding. He stared at his brother as he gripped his arms trying to pull them off of him. Donnie stared at his teary brother as he let go. Leo quickly wiped the tears threatening to fall and gave Donnie a small smile before his brother could say anything. "I'm fine Dons"

"Leonardo you-"

"Like I said I'm fine Donnie"

Without saying another word Leo left Donnie confused and worried. What had he done to cause such a reaction? He knows it has to do with what happened in the prison dimension, but Leo never wanted to talk about it with anyone. How was he supposed to help when he didn't know what was going through his brother's head. It was getting frustrating not being able to know anything, and every attempt to help was pushed away.

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Anyways as you can see from my blog, first time actually writing anything for them so yee :D

I don't feel like proof reading for the tenth time if there's an error mb 💀

#rottmnt

[elia-de-silentio]

Seriously, what's up with Jeanne?

While this particular arc seems to be focused on everyone else, I'd like to make a little recap about a character who, even if the narration has not focused on it as much as for other characters, is one of the most sorrounded by mysteries: Jeanne.

This is her 'birth'. Her parents had been mentioned a few chapter earlier, but as we can see here, they are the ones who adopted her after finding her completely on her own. Jeanne herself is confused by the memory, and can't locate it well.

But we see her in what looks like some sort of water tank, with a reassuring figure practicing Pedagogy 101: always favor the child search for an identity and self-esteem!

But still, returning to the tanks: here's a figure who, from the vague details we can see of her, looks a lot like a young Jeanne in a tank ... but in the present time.

We see that now Ruthven is in front of it, but it's very unlikely that he was the Candle Holder: back when Jeanne was a child, he was still a moderate, his change didn't incur until Louise and Eric betrayed him. In fact, he seems very nice and encouraging to a recently-adopted Jeanne.

So, her childhood in the care of her parents goes swimmingly: she is loved, she meets Chloé who becomes like an older sister to her. To Candle Holder's face, she becomes an outgoing, mischievous child, with a warm and cheerful personality.

Then something terrible happens. Her parents betray Ruthven for ... nobody bothered to explain why, a lot of vampires are killed and Ruthven loses his eye as a consequence. The ever-so-progressive vampire culture informs Jeanne that children pay for their parents's sins, and from now on, she's a bourreau, a tool, exactly like Candle Holder told her.

Moreover, she convinces herself that it's her fault, that she disobeyed; from that moment onward, she dedicates herself to mindlessly obeying the Senate's orders, slaughtering without mercy her own kind on opposite factions.

That is, until Chloé. Faced with the order to kill the one she was so close to as a child, Jeanne can't be a tool anymore; she fails her mission, and has a breakdown, killing all the people who were with her. Appearently, it's something that happens often to bourreaus (e grazie al cazzo).

After this, the Senate nonchalantly talk about getting her 'destroyed' (not 'killed', notice the choice of words), but Ruthven intervenes on her behalf, pretty much saying that if the rest of the Senate isn't using their toy anymore then there are no problems if he takes it.

The immediately following panels are estremely interesting and, I think, the most important for what is going on right now. We see Jeanne laying on a bed, next to a table with some food; Naenia appears and hoovers over her, laughing creepily, but we don't see the Parade of Charlatan, or a conversation that implies Naenia stole her real name.

There is a blank in Jeanne's memories, and next thing we know, Ruthven is there, the room is completely trashed, and both him and Jeanne have signs of a fight. The only thing certain is that Ruthven drank Jeanne's blood, as shown by the stains on her neck and him ordering her to remember her oath. Then, he puts her into an induced slumber, something that was mentioned right in her introductory chapter, from which she will wake up to become Luca's chevalier.

Now, we get to the present times. We know that, on occasion, Jeanne suffers from the uncontrollable impulse to drink blood; she is on medicine, but it doesn't seem to be very effective, and given Vanitas's surprise at finding out something like that exist, I half-suspect it of being more of a placebo.

Still, it is not clear if she is a curse-bearer or simply addicted to blood, as Vanitas futilely tries to ask: Ruthven's command forbids her from speaking. Personally, I think she is neither.

We have seen time and time again that curse-bearers have an intense craving for blood, so much that they can't stop from draining completely their victims; but Jeanne always managed to stop herself before really harming Vanitas.

As for the 'addicted to blood' theory ... well, she showed no signs of being so before, especially since she was a bourreau under constant surveillance, and she wouldn't have had the opportunity to become it; neither she had it as Luca's bodyguard, a position of extreme responsibility.

But there are a few little hints that, at least to me, paint a very interesting picture.

As we have seen, Jeanne was 'born' in a water tank. But she isn't the only one: another very similar figure is being watched over by Ruthven. This led to two fandom theories: that the one we see is not the real Jeanne, currently still asleep, or that she is some sort of clone.

We see that this figure is not completely unaware: she flinches, in consequence of something that happened when the whole group was caught in the parade of Charlatan. Was it Noé calling Naenia, since the panels were shown immediately after? Or was it because Jeanne was having a vision of a distorted form of her parents?

Now, the first of these possibilities led others on this site to speculate that that was actually the true form of Naenia, that is, the vampire queen. An interesting theory, because when Chloé forces her into a physical form, she looks ...

Now, it might be just Mochizuki's style, but aside from the sheer volume of hair and the huge eyes, it seems to me that Faustina looks quite a lot like a young Jeanne.

Moreover, there is a shot of Ruthven's hand that is very similar to the one in Jeanne's scene above. Here is Faustina having flashbacks to when Ruthven ... eh, boh? Killed her? Destroyed her in some other way? It still isn't clear. Again, it could be just a representation of Ruthven extending his powers, but until confirmed otherwise I'll keep that into consideration.

Now, the very first image we got of the Vampire Queen was a frame of her hand, dark-skinned and extremely thin. But when she manifested as Faustina, she had fair skin. So maybe it was a result of her near-death condition, like she was a mummy?

Moreover, in that flashback, Ruthven said something about having her 'vanish', and Loki comments about smashing the queen's corpse. But for what we see, it looks pretty whole, even if in a not-so-great state. And both Loki and Veronica - there is a silhouette that looks a lot like her - seem to be fairly young for vampire standards, so whatever happened, it likely wasn't a long time ago.

But we know that her malnomen Naenia was around from before Ruthven was betrayed and corrupted, and likely before he got himself adopted into the Oriflamme's family and got his position of power. We see her trying to sway Chloé and do something that hurts Ruthven himself.

The point I'm trying to explore is: Jeanne was born in a tank, and Candle Holder called her a vessel, something that should not have had a will of her own. What is both the 'Jeanne is in the tank' and 'Faustina is in the tank' theories are correct? What if Jeanne is Faustina's clone?

Besides the resemblance, there is what little we see of Candle Holder. A sleeve; but to me, it looks quite similar to the Senate's formal wear.

If there is some cloning of the vampire queen going about, the Senate would definitely not only know, but also be the one to arrange the whole thing.

So, here's my tentative theory: Faustina's true name gets corrupted by as of now unknown means, and the nature of her malnomen is taking away other vampires's names. This has repercussions on her physical state as well, the Senate notices, and does something about that; to her body only, which does squat to actually stop the cursebearers spread. Besides this failure, they don't want to throw the vampire world in a major political crisis; so they made up some clone of the Queen, perhaps in the hopes to transmit to them the original's memories and personality, thus making them 'vessels'. Perhaps this works for a while, but eventually, even the new bodies start to manifest something wrong, and get discarded for other clones.

At some point, due to some accident, one of the clones escapes, wanders off, is found by Eric and Louise, and developes a personality of her own: Jeanne.

But after some time, she starts to develope strange symptoms too, namely her compulsion to drink blood, which manifested itself after she met Naenia. We know that she fears she'll stop being herself; maybe she risks to become a part of Charlatan in her own right?

As for why, if this theory is correct, the Queen hasn't been seen in public in a long time ... well, maybe there was some accident, and are waiting for the next clone to be ready? They can't exactly bring in a Queen that looks like a young girl if she was an adult woman in her last public appearence.

I realize that, as it is, it's a pretty shaky theory, but I wanted to share it, while waiting for anything to confirm or debunk it.

Thanks to anyone who bothered to read my ramblings!

#vnc #vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #vanitas no shuki #vnc meta #vnc analysis #vnc theory #vnc jeanne #vnc ruthven #vnc naenia #elia's recaps

[fanficsrusz]

I WANT TO KI__ YOU - FINAL CHAPTER

Warnings: Kidnapping, Dub-Con, Non-con, Stockholm Syndrome, Being Restrained, Breeding, murder, everything bad.

PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. IF YOU FIND ANY OF THESE WARNINGS TRIGGERING, THEN DO NOT READ. BY CONTINUING TO READ FROM THIS POINT ON, YOU ARE AGREEING THAT YOU ARE COMFORTABLE WITH ALL OF THE ABOVE WARNINGS. I DO NOT ACCEPT ANY RESPONSIBILITY IF YOU FEEL TRIGGERED BY THE FOLLOWING CONTENT SINCE THERE HAS BEEN PLENTY OF WARNINGS. IF YOU FEEL LIKE ANY OTHER WARNINGS SHOULD BE ADDED THEN PLEASE POLITELY DM ME AND I WILL ADD THEM.

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: Summery: After failing to fulfill his contract, John takes a liking to y/n and his liking soon turns into a dark obsession

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A/n: After a billion years, a billion mental breakdowns and just about everything else, I have finally mustered up the courage to finish this series. I don't know how to feel.

I hope you all enjoy this chapter and I look forward to reading all your comments and feedback. If you liked this chapter then please reblog it. That is how writers like myself are able to spread out work to other people, especially because there have been a lot of issues with tags lately. Thank you ❤���

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The taste of his lips was something that she should hate. It's something that she should crave to loaf. But even after everything he put her through, he was the sweetest poison.  

John was like an elegantly bound book but in a language she couldn't read. Y/n never thought she would love all the bad things about someone but there she stood, staring out into the openness of the forest through the front door. 

The door was there as if her dream had become solid, as if it had grown upon the hinges and blossomed into a comforting hue. An exit. A way out of the nightmare she found herself in. In all the time she had been trapped in the house, the door had remained a mystery to her. Not that she didn't know what laid beyond it, but the idea of what she would do when she saw the day it was held open for that long. 

She realised in the air that had been so still on the previous days had suddenly gained a slight movement, as if it had discovered its direction yet was content to meander at its own pace. The autumn breeze that carried fine drops, each one a promise of the rain to come.  Newly chilled air that moved the clouds, streaks of brilliance breaking through from a patient sun.

 Y/n let her eyes rest for a moment, feeling the ambiance of nothing, hearing the sounds, taking in the aroma, letting her brain process what laid ahead. 

John came behind, his lips grazing her hair as he pressed a chaste kiss upon her head. 

"I need an answer." 

His voice came as a whisper but had a firmness to it as he waited for their fate to be sealed. 

Choices were rarely a fork of two pathways, yet with eyes a little wider open, many pathways appeared before her. The right path for one person can be different from another and only the inner compass of love and passion could illuminate it for that soul to walk upon.

"I-" her lips parted, the single syllable falling from her mouth before she stopped. Her eyes clenched shut, images of her past life flashing through her mind, her heart thumping as the emotions of what she had lost pumped through her. 

Before she could even register her own existence in her new life, her feet had pulled her from John's hold. 

She could feel her heartbeat… every single pound in her chest. This great pounding, this great pressure; every beat. She could hear it, she could feel it. It remained steady with every step she took closer to the door, it remained through what little breaths she could shove down her throat. It remained when she stood and swayed at the threshold. That dark beating remained, as she waited for her own choice to take hold of her body. 

With a shaky hand she took hold of the new wooden door, a sigh leaving her as she pushed the door shut, sealing her inside the house and sealing her fate with no other exit. Just like that any glimmer of escape faded away coldly into infinite darkness. Y/n's skin shuddered and she could feel her brain starting to defocus, searching for new hope. She should have gone … out there, to the forest where the paths ran in every direction and she could be free. But one thing and one thing alone stopped her. 

Aurora. 

John's hand creeped up her arm, offering her a caring touch. 

"Thank you" he whispered, breath hot on the back of her neck.

"For what?" her voice came out hostile, sadness prominent in her tone. 

"You chose me -" he smiled, "you chose us. You chose Aurora. You chose love." his arms circled her waist, pulling her closer to his icy warmth. "I can't believe you finally recognised the importance of what we have. You've finally learnt to appreciate it all and that's all I ever wanted from you". 

Sadness sat an inch below Y/n's face, eyes remaining dry, expression impassive. She knew that if she even let a fraction out that the rest would follow, a never ending torrent of grief. She moved nothing but her eyes, her mind racing while every muscle stayed rock still against John's hold. 

"I just needed you to see it with your own eyes, to have you understand that this could be a wonderful life, that we can build a perfect, loving, family" John let his mind wander within the walls of his own fantasy. 

"Just think about it. Think about all the good things we can do together here. We can be happy, we can enjoy each other as much as we want without having to worry about the world out there and all the bad things it brings -" he placed a heated kiss onto her skin, his teeth nipping lightly. 

That warm, raspy voice that possessed his cords, sent nerves dancing up her spine. Normally his smile sent her mind into an uncontrolled, captivated spiral and his light touch lingered, it branded her soul with a simple mark: infatuation. To call it love would be a mockery of her heart, a symbol of her dying innocence. But every tempered word he spoke invaded her mind, like ivy tendrils seeking any point of weakness to enter; they wrapped her body in a blanket of comfort and consumed her soul in the heat of lust.

Y/n remembered that night John took her in a soft, painful haze. It was the night that taught her the difference between love and infatuation. Love is unconditional, eternal... Infatuation? It dies. 

Y/n had become infatuated with John to some degree. The sense of protection that he provided was something that she had never known. What else did she have other than John? But Aurora? She deserved better. Y/n loved her more than anything and she wasn't about to let her daughter live in four walls. Captive. Her beauty hidden away from the world. 

That wasn't a life she wanted for her. 

"-I only needed to know that you were convinced, that you had it in your heart" John continued, his lips peppering her skin with soft kisses. 

"well now you know" y/n whispered, eyes still glued to the closed door. 

"You know-" John gently turned her body, forcing her to look at him as his soft brown eyes studied her features for a moment, "-keeping you chained in that basement for the rest of your life was a possibility but that wasn't enough for me" 

Y/n felt the pad of his thumb rub against the wet skin of her cheek, rubbing away a few tears that had managed to quietly escape their fortress. 

"I wanted you to be here with me, so you could enjoy this life of ours without being kept like an animal." his eyes softened, eyebrows dipping kindly. "It was all necessary at first. Just a training process and I only kept you like that because you needed it" 

Y/n knew it was wrong what he did. But why did it hurt to know what she would do? 

"I understand" she whispered, her own hands wrapping around his waist as she buried her face in his chest. With a deep breath she took note of all the musky sweet notes of his scents. John rested his head on top of hers, his smile uncontrollable. 

"it was like the medicine you needed to take" John let out a small laugh as he thought back. "you were this small little disobedient puppy. It was cute honestly but it was just something you needed to go through to get stronger. And now look at you!" he pulled back, holding her at arms length so be count admire her perfect face. "you're so beautiful and So loyal" 

John kissed the droplets of tears from her lips, and she felt his lips smile against hers. He swept her hair aside and kissed her just over the collarbone. He nibbled at her ear, and then sank himself into her arms. She hung her fingers on his waistband, dragging him closer and he buried his face in her shoulder curve, his hands flexing around her back. John gave a reduced groan before whispering “I love you,” into her hair. 

"So do I" she mustered back. 

"I can't believe you finally see me for what I really am. Your family. Your soulmate. Your world. Of course that world includes Aurora. Her future brothers and sisters. We will have all we need right here" he placed another kiss onto her forehead. "we can build something new, something perfect and you are the one who made it all possible. You - you have no idea how special you are to me my love." 

John stepped back, extending his hand for her to take and Y/n slowly took it into hers. 

"I will never let you go. No matter what happens, I will always find you."

-

Three days later 

The perfect life for the perfect wife. That's what Y/n told herself daily, over and over. 

Y/n had been baking for a few hours and as the moments passed, tune by tune as the radio sang along, the piles of cookies, buns and breads grew. It was the same as mess, only the good sort she supposed, the edible sort that made people happy. That would make her happy. 

Aurora sat in her highchair, cooing softly as Y/n plated a few cookies and turned slowly, smiling as she watched her daughter stare up at her. 

She placed the plate on that table and kissed Aurora on the forehead. 

"No matter what happens. I love you" she breathed heavily and pulled back when she heard John step into the kitchen. 

"Good morning" Y/n smiled, wiping some of the drool from Aurora's face. 

John rounded the table and kissed y/n on the cheek before kissing Aurora's head. 

"Good morning my loves". 

For a moment there was silence in the large room and y/n shifted on her feet. 

"What are you going to do today?" John finally asked, pulling a glass from the cupboard and filling it with some water. 

Y/n shook her head slowly. 

"I don't know. Maybe clean. Play with Aurora. I baked some cookies already" John's eyes lit up as he walked over to the table, smiling as he picked up a warm cookie. 

"You made these?" he asked and y/n only hummed. 

"Mhmm" 

John kissed her cheek and Y/n savoured the feeling of his lingering touch before she turned around to face him. 

"Try it. Tell me how it is". 

John smirked before lifting the cookie to her mouth. 

"oh no. I've already eaten so many of them. I made them specially for you" 

"Such a good wife" John smiled. The cookie skimmed his lips before he shoved it into his mouth, letting the buttery goodness explode against his tongue. 

"Wow" he exclaimed, "This is really good". Y/n’s eyes lit up with excitement as she watched him eat a second cookie without hesitation. 

"Good. I'm glad you like them". 

John lifted his glass of water to his lips before he felt something wash over him. Something he hadn't felt… Ever. 

His hand extended towards Y/n as he tried to grab her, reaching out for support but she only pulled away, the smile she wore still on her face as she watched him intently. 

John breathed heavily but the air just wouldn't go in, like his lungs were surrounded by metal bands. Next came the rising panic, the dizzy feeling and the need to get low to the ground. The exertion brought on more breathlessness, like the air around him was devoid of oxygen. His ribs heaved up and down but no benefit came.

"Y.. Y/n…" his wheezing voice called out to her but she only stepped back. 

The poison was made to mimic an efficient virus, to kill the host fast. A few drops here and there and the decay set in, a sort of race to the bottom. The best part? She didn't even know what it was. She just read the bottle that John had stashed away and shoved it into the batter. If there was one thing she learnt from her mother was that love was the best blindfold for any plan. 

Y/n picked up Aurora, cradling her in her arms as she watched John gasp for breath. In his glassy eyes that stared up at her, she saw her reflection and she saw that what she was doing was the right thing. 

"You were and always have been a - monster" the words seemed to burn her tongue but she ignored the pain it caused. "You will never be able to find me or her again. Goodbye John" 

As the blackness finally began to consume him once and for all, he watched as his love pulled open the front door, her shadowy figure slowly fading into the darkness as he also did. 

-

3 months later. 

"Thank you, detective" y/n pushed the papers into her handbag before placing the bag back onto that handle of the pram. Aurora laid asleep in her arms and y/n slowly stood up. 

"No worries" the detective smiled kindly before reaching out over the table, stopping y/n from moving any more. "-and just so you know, I'm sorry. I know there isn't anything I can say that can fix everything that happened to you but You're safe now. We won't let anything else happen." y/n smiled softly and placed her hand on top of his reassuringly. 

"It's okay. You searched and you couldn't find me. There isn't anything anyone could have done. He… Was different. He was smart". 

The detective shook his head and pulled his hand away, burying them in piles of paper. 

"he was a monster for what he did". 

Y/n felt the tears well in the back of her eyes as she felt her throat turn dry. 

"I-" before she could even think of anything to say, Aurora began to cry and y/n laughed, shaking the pain of her aching heart away. "-I should really get her home". 

"Of course". He led y/n to the door, holding it open for her as they began to proceed down the corridor. 

"There's still quite a few reporters out there so it's best you take the back exit. Officer Hughes will swing by your place later on to check in" 

"Oh. Terry? He doesn't have to. He's been doing that everyday for the past three months -" 

"Nonsense. It's the least we could do". 

Y/n smiled and looked down at her watch. 

"Thank you so much detective. I'll see you later" 

"see ya". 

Y/n left the building and sighed as she heard the loud noise of the city and wind around her, the warm sun warming her body just as the first few drops of rain fell from the sky. 

"Let's get you home" she whispered to her daughter, pushing the pram towards home. 

-

The cafe that y/n lived above laid ahead, just around the corner and y/n couldn't wait to get her feet up. It's royal blue paint glistening under the closed sky was definitely a sight for sore eyes. She could just about see the large sign, decorated with droplets of water that hung on like glistening jewels. "Gloria's."

 Outside the sidewalk that would bustle in a few short hours was quiet, the concrete oblivious to whether it was midday or midnight. Y/n’s face smirked upward at the sight of the flower planter to the right, the city has put in new blooms that will give flashes of sunny yellows and hot pinks through the springtime. If she stopped walking right now she could almost hear the heartbeat of the city, quiet, like the ticking of an old Grandfather clock.

Her mind was too preoccupied with the world around her and y/n didn't notice the figure that hid under the umbrella that she nearly ran over. 

"Oh I'm so sorry!" y/n exclaimed, extending her hand to steady the person. Y/n waited patiently for the person's response, waiting to make sure she didn't hurt them. 

Then she heard it, the dark, low chuckle that made her spine tingle. 

"You're just as polite as the first time, Princess" 

The end.

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[author-simeon]

Lucifer's Fluff Alphabet

An alphabet dedicated to lots of lovey~dovey fluff!

Lucifer X Non~Binary! Reader

Warnings;; None! Completely wholesome!

A = Attractive

• What do they find attractive about the other?

He finds the way you snort when you laugh so adorable. You say it's ugly and that you hate it, but.. he says otherwise. The way your face lights up and your nose scrunches, eyebrows furrowing and teeth showing, as you laugh uncontrollably.

B = Baby 

• Do they want a family? Why/Why not?

Lucifer, as much as he gets stressed out by his own, he loves his family, he'd do absoloutely anything for them. So, when you ask about having your own little family, he very near breaks, and immediately says yes, no matter what way you have the child ~ whether it's your own ~ whether you adopt, he's ecstatic to be able to start a family with you.

C = Cuddle 

• How do they cuddle?

Lucifer adores cuddling with you, laying in bed and just cuddling all day when he's finished with his work, sitting on his lap while he works and falling asleep, or him even falling asleep on your arms when he's so tired he can't stay awake. You're always there for eachother.

D = Dates 

• What are dates with them like?

The most cliché thing you could possibly think of. The two of you are so in love you don't even realise how much of a cliché it is. You go out into romantic restaurants and gaze lovingly at each other, dance in the rain even! He'd do everything with you, and wouldn't regret a single moment of it.

E = Everything 

• You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)

"You are my heaven." Lucifer says in the softest voice he can muster, your head on his lap, stroking and playing with your hair, of course, you were fast asleep but that little smile on your face said you'd heard it, loud and clear.

F = Feelings 

• When did they know they were in love?

He didn't. He refused to believe he was in love with you, but.. he couldn't bare to think of you with one of his brothers, and when, you came to him, confessing your feelings, he was relieved, he played it off as always knowing ~ but he was a shocked and flustered mess on the inside. He was so happy that entire week.

G = Gentle 

• Are they gentle? If so, how?

Lucifer knows you can hold your own, but, he still knows your sensitive and brittle. He knows you can snap and break, so he tries to be as gentle as possible, but sometimes when he's angry, his common sense gets thrown out the window, and he could hurt you. He feels nothing but regret after and will do anything to make it up to you.

H = Hands 

• How do they like to hold hands?

Lucifer holds your hand whenever he is in public with you, a little gesture to show that he's there and he loves you. He loves the intertwine his fingers with yours, and sometimes he'll loop his pinkie around your own! Cute!

I = Impression 

• What was their first impression?

He thought you were a weak and lowly human, who wouldn't survive a minute in the Devildom, and he thought you were pretty pathetic. You quickly proved him wrong, and soon enough, he found himself harbouring feelings for you.

J = Jealousy 

• Do they get jealous?

Quite often. Whenever he sees you with his brothers, he knows yours happy and safe, and he can get quite jealous when you're not with him. He knows he's busy and that it's selfish, but he can't help but want you to himself, rather than you be split between the seven of them~

K = Kiss 

• How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?

You initiated the first kiss. Without a doubt. He played it off as cool and totally not nervous at all. He was really nervous, he didn't know where to put his hands, he was just a big goof in love.

In public, Lucifer kisses you on your forehead. As nervous as he is, he is quite the charmer, and he loves to give you little hand kisses, kissing your knuckles. It gets you all flustered and he loves it!

L = Love 

• Who says ‘I love you’ first?

You say that you love him first, and he immediately comes out and says that he loves you too. You kiss him all over his face, little butterfly kisses, nuzzling him, and rubbing your noses together. The two of you cuddled all week, and Lucifer was so happy, he even chose to not punish Mammon. Wow he's a love sick puppy.

M = Memory 

• What’s their favourite memory together?

Lucifer's favourite memory of you, is when you confessed to him. He loves remembering how flushed and stuttery you were, his confused smile and raised eyebrow, how you seemed so adamant on him refusing your confession. It calms him down whenever he thinks of it.

You, on the other hand, your favourite memory of him is definitely when he was turned into a wolf-man for two weeks. You threw balls for him and he caught them, tail wagging, and my lord how he loved to be called a good boy, and he loved to be scratched behind the ears. Lucifer days hated it, but, he did like being scratched!

N = Nickel 

• Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?

Lucifer loves to buy things for you, just like in his birthday event you have some cute matching charms and necklaces, he always always wears his, even if you can't see it, it's always there.

O = Orange 

• What colour reminds them of their other half?

White. An angellic white that could befit nobody but his love. It reminds him of home, and how much it fits you, like you're an angel yourself. You're the complete opposite of him, but.. in a way, you completely match each other, in every single possible out come.

P = Pet names 

• What pet names do they use?

Lucifer calls you 'Dear', 'Darling' and 'Love' all cute little names for you. All fitting in every single way. He finds you adorable you know.

Q = Quaint 

• What is their favourite non-modern thing?

Lucifer loves the architecture of old, and the music of old. Renaissance statues and music let him reminiscence on his time in the Celestial Realm, remembering the buildings and the silent hum of little orchestras that always seemed to be playing the background, accompanying his work.

R = Rainy Day 

• What do they like to do on a rainy day?

Lucifer loves the feeling of the rain on his hair, even if you hate it, he loves going outside and relaxing in the cold feeling. He never got to experience it in the Celestial Realm, it's something new and different. He quite enjoys it. He doesn't get to do it often, he doesn't want to tarnish his image ~ PAH! Lucifer? Him? A softie? NEVER!

S = Sad 

• How do they cheer themselves/others up?

Lucifer bottles things up. He gets sad some times, but most of the time he's stressed and annoyed over the littlest of things, and he can get shouty and miserable easy.

Now for you, dealing with that is hard, but sometimes you just need to baby the man! Even though he's completely opposed to it when he's angry, do it anyway, and he loves it.

As much as he is dominant in the relationship, he does love to lay with his head in your lap and have his hair stroked, and his horns scratched until they quietly go away.

When he's cheering you up, he takes you out onto a balcony, over~looking all of the Devildom and tells you how much he loves you, and how grateful he is for your presence, how you could never ever be a burden ~ and, you can tell, in his eyes, that it's all true. He means it.

T = Talking 

• What do they like to talk about?

Lucifer is a gentleman. He always asks about your day first, living to hear every little detail, listening even when he works. If you had a bad day, he's always there to make it better, as much of a sadist as he may be, he's a bit softie! Even though he never shows it~

When you ask about his day, he happily tells you what work he has to do and what Diavolo's been doing, his chats with Barbatos, and the mischief his brothers have been causing ~ though you already know about all that.

U = Unencumbered 

• What helps them relax?

Lucifer loves to relax with you. Laying in bed, not a thought in the world as you hug and coddle him. He finally gets to have you all to himself ~ he wouldn't mind a bit of a massage though!

V = Vaunt 

• What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

Lucifer is proud of everything! He's proud of how hard he works for Diavolo ~ how he's managed to control his brothers for so long ~ his looks ~ his everything, he's the avatar of pride. He's especially proud of how hard you work in the Devildom, and how you've managed to get through everything, despite being a human.

W = Wedding 

• When, how, where do they propose?

Lucifer proposes in Diavolo's garden. The demon prince isn't around at the time, nor is Barbatos, and with, nobody around ~ just him and his love, he promptly gets down on one knee and before he can ask you've already squealed, began hugging him and chanted yes. He hasn't cried since that day, but he might have let a few tears escape.

X = Xylophone 

• What’s their song?

Lucifer isn't really one for poppy music, or rock music, or metal music, especially not country music. He does however, like dramatic sound tracks like from the TSL movies and series! If you manage to yoink those off of Levi, expect some special kisses!

Y = Yes 

• Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?

Lucifer loves the idea of you dressed in white, all ethereal and pure-looking, the complete opposite of him, he thinks you'd look enchanting wearing a dress, a tux, or whatever you're comfortable with. He loves you.

Z = Zebra

• If they wanted a pet, what would they get?

Lucifer already has Ceberus! This puppy is already immortal, and he loves him very much. If you don't like Ceberus, well, safe to say there wouldn't be much of a relationship for you. Don't like the doggo? No Lucifer for you!

However, if he were to get a human~world pet, I think he'd get an Alaskan Malamute, a beautiful dog that is proud and is always there for you. And you couldn't care less! In fact you love your new baby! You named him Apricot ~ Lucifer would have rather gone for something more menacing but, you can't have everything in this world.

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[fiveisnumber1]

Oh those teen!Penn scenarios are amazing. I definitely think it would be funny pre-Runaway Five cuz there's this kid who's a spitting image of Five and Reader and he has to pretend it's some big coincidence for as long as he can get away with it.

And post Runaway Five it would be just as funny cuz the Teen!UA have no perception of what's going to happen so Penn's very existence is shocking for them but also somewhat sad.

I feel they'd see his random ticks. Like he frowns and twitches in irritation the Exact same way Five does when he can't figure out a problem. And his laugh is exactly the same as Reader's to the point that Diego sometimes has a heart attack and runs into the parlor to find Reader but instead it's Penn there. And one time Vanya is making Five's nightly PB and M sandwiches and Penn is in the kitchen too and looking eagerly l and then her eyes fill with tears cuz he looks so much like Five did when making himself a sandwich; so eagerly childlike amidst his stoicness. It's the only thing young!Five allowed himself to enjoy so openly and Penn inherited his love of them too. So Vanya promises him she'll make him one too and Penn just BEAMS the way Reader used to when Vanya finished playing one of her new songs for her and Penn gives her a hug with a "Thanks Auntie V" and it's just so so hard for Vanya to not cry. And Ben comes across Penn bookmarking the pages in a book the same way Reader did and Penn looks at him with concern the same way she used to as well and he misses her so much because she understood him and he misses Five too because he was the only sibling that did his best every mission to make sure Ben didn't have to use his powers and that the rest of them killed the criminals without the horrors being needed. Just the Hargreeves noticing Reader and Five in Penn and missing them even more cuz we need that angst.

However, I feel like Penn would be an uncontrollable little shit regarding Reggie. Penn absolutely loathes his grandfather (all the Hargreeves cousins do). Reginald finds out about this superpowered kid and thinks it's Five come back cuz he sees the flash of blue from the blink. But then he sees Penn who snorts derisively when he sees Reggie.

Reginald: Interesting. You're not Number Five. Who are you?

Penn: No one you need to concern yourself with.

Reginald: Have his lippy attitude too

Penn: His and Mom's

Reginald: His son then? Makes sense Reader would be your mother. They did have a special connection to each other and she was worse than him when it came to that sharp tongue.

Penn: *sarcastically* Nothing you don't deserve. Much less, actually.

Reginald: *ignoring the insult* What can you do then? Do you have his powers? Hers? Or both?

Penn: None of your beeswax Old man. I ain't here to be tortured by you the way you did to Dad. Oh and he TOTALLY could Time Travel by the way. Guess the great Reggie ain't so great and all knowing at all huh?

Reginald: I never said he couldn't. Just that he wasn't ready

Penn: And Dad proved you otherwise anyway. Funny how easy it is to do that. I'm not showing you what I can do. It none of your business.

Reginald: I'm your grandfather. I taught your father everything he knows. His tutelage would hardly be sufficient for your full potential considering he left in the middle of it.

Penn: *laughs mockingly* No you didn't. He taught himself. He was born with what he could do and so was Mom. You're just an Ordinary. Old. Man. Can't take credit Dear Gramps. Everyone in this room is more powerful than you.

Teen!UA: *scared but impressed and also inspired*

Penn: Also his tutelage is better than yours anyway. I decide how much I want to learn and what Mom and Dad teach me. Just more proof they're better parents than you.

Reggie: *is speechless* (with offense or horror at Penn's "wasted potential" no one knows)

Penn: Anyway I'm gonna go ask Grandma, you know the grandparent that actually does know how to love her own kids and grandkids, to make me some cookies while I wait for Dad to come and get me. Unlike you, he actually cares about where I end up when mistakes are made.

Just Penn making up for every single jab and harsh truth Five and the Hargreeves couldn't give to Reggie when they were children because they were too young and terrified to know better.

When Five finally does show up to get Penn, Five hugs him instantly and looks him all over for injuries and Penn hugs him back and says "Thanks for being the best Dad" and Five feels overwhelmed cuz he wasn't expecting it but it's good to know he's not Reginald especially after meeting him again. And the Teen!UA realize even further that parents are supposed to keep you out of danger instead of sending you into it and berating you if you avoid getting hurt.

Bonus: Penn tells past!Grace she's Five's and Reader's son and Grace loves her children and she'd love her grandchildren too and she just smothers him with love because she missed her little boy so much and it makes her so happy to know that Five eventually has a son. (We need to include Grace in more of these. She deserves best mom award).

(Im really attached to these Time Travel Penn headcanons now so sorry if it's all I talk about for the next how many asks xD)

I love all of this, but now I have some more ideas.

1) Reginald tries to get the Teen!UA minus Vanya to fight Penn so he has to demonstrate his powers. Of course at this point he knows how to counter them without actually demonstrating anything so he just stands there with a cocky smile similar to his dad’s as Reginald becomes more and more infuriated.

2) Grace says that she misses Reader playing the piano so Penn takes his grandma’s hand and leads her to the parlor. Penn spots the piano in the corner of the parlor all covered up and dusty showing it had been untouched for years. Penn becomes a little sad because he realizes the last person to touch the piano was his mom as a child before she went missing with his dad. He pulls the cover off, sits down and starts to play it for Grace just as well as his mom. The teen!UA are off around the house but when they hear the piano echo through the house they’re all drawn to it. Teen!diego and Vanya are so uplifted and so sad about it because they see so much of the reader in Penn and it’s nice to know she’s doing well but it also hurts because she’s not there. At some point he asks teen!Vanya to play with him and she almost cries again because he asks for the song that was Vanya’s favorite to play with reader.

3) Teen!Klaus is curious about the future and his future self so Penn tells Klaus a bunch of lies about it because it’s funny.

[scandalsavagefanfic]

Is there any chance of you continuing the jason shagged the JL fic but with the titans or batfamily finding out? Like maybe Jason heads to the manor straight after and can't stop laughing (B is still talking cough *yelling* cough at his coworkers) and all the other bats are there for breakfast and Dick just innocently asks what ls so funny. Jason answer ls cause he assumes a. They know and b. It isn't a big deal. Que drama!

Oh sure. Why not 😉

PART 1

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PART 2

The zeta alert sounds throughout the building. Everyone looks at each other. Everyone who is supposed to be in Titans Tower is, and then some. 

Almost as one they rise and rush to the tubes.

Dick doesn't know what he's expecting really but he's prepared for pretty much anything.

Except, apparently, for Jason, bent at the waist, supporting himself with one hand on the control console and the other clutching his belly. Tears stream out of his eyes and Dick has already taken a step towards him to check for injuries when he realizes the younger man is just laughing.

Well not just laughing. Jason is wheezing, trying to catch his breath. The Titans and... Tim's team, whatever they're going by now, all exchange confused and cautious glances. 

"Jason?" Dick asks, taking another step forward. "Is everything alright?"

The younger vigilante looks up like he's only just realized he has a rather large audience. He straightens, wiping tears from his eyes and trying to catch his breath.

"Yeah," Jason practically gasps. "I'm fine. Bruce just made up for all his past bullshit in one fell swoop is all."

Christ, Dick doesn't like the sound of that at all. He trades a worried look with Tim who asks, "What happened?"

"He came from the Watchtower," Kon interjects and Dick really doesn't like the way sheer amusement plays across Jason's face when he focuses on the clone. "And it's been locked out now."

Jason starts laughing again and collapses back into a chair that Dick is certain he didn't know was there. 

"Jason, what's going on?" 

The urgency in Tim's voice mirrors the anxiety building in Dick's chest. What was Jason doing on the Watchtower? Why's it locked down? 

What on earth is so fucking funny?

"Sorry," Jason says through another bought of giggles. "Ok. It's just, Bruce must not want any of you interrupting their fight."

Everyone perks up at that and glances around the room. Usually fights between the members of the Justice League are a big deal. Like someone is brainwashed or mind controlled or something kind of big deal.

"He's definitely trying to kill them," Jason tacks on to the end of his comments with another uncontrollable chuckle.

"Jesus, Jay, are you serious?" Dick hisses as Tim slips into the seat between Jason and Kon and starts trying to find a way past the lockout. "What are you laughing about then?"

Finally catching his breath, Jason waves Tim off. "It's not like that. It's just..."

Jason pauses and looks around, noticing for the first time just how many people are looking at him. His teal eyes catch on Wally and Bart, Donna and Cassie, Garth, Conner again, and finally land on Kyle.

Then Jason flushes pink and seems to lose a little of his nerve.

Dick isn't--can't--let him off the hook that easily.  "It's just what, Jay?"

Jason chews on his tongue for a moment. "M-maybe we can talk a little more privately?" He mutters it so softly he must know the reaction he's going to get but thought it worth a partial try anyway.

"Not a chance," Kyle snaps down at him. "We all have mentors (or friends anyway) up there and we need to make sure you didn't do anything to them."

Something about the way Kyle phrased that amused Jason for a split second. A blink-and-you'll-miss it flicker of something in his eye before he gulps and straightens a little in his seat.

He keeps his attention on Dick, pretending no one else is in the room. Which certainly does not bode well.

"You remember a couple weeks ago I told you B found out about, uh..." Jason suddenly seems intensely focused on his boots but he continues, speaking even quieter, "about me and Slade. And Talia?"

Dick freezes. And so does the rest of the room. Tim's head snaps their direction. Slade's name draws the Titans' attentions. Talia's catches Tim's. 

It's not very likely Jason told Tim exactly what he's talking about. They're all probably thinking this is mask related business. Dick doesn't image Jason can hide the truth from everyone and still adequately explain.

"Yeah..." he hedges, unsure and uncomfortable with where this looks like it's going. 

"Well... he may have also found out about this, um, understanding I have with Luthor--"

"Jesus christ, Jason--" Dick hisses.

"And he may have tried to get the Justice League to stage an intervention," Jason continues, looking back up at Dick's face. He's red as a tomato but there's something... amused lingering in his expression despite the embarrassment. "He may have, uh, misjudged how interested they'd be in intervening."

It takes a whole long minute for Dick to realize what he's saying; for the implication to sink in. It's just too outrageous of thing to think of. Jason hooking up with villains for perks was a shock but... villains both seem like exactly Jason's style of rebellion and the types to take advantage of the offer. But the Justice League?

Dick just sits there blinking at him, jaw slightly agape, for several moments. 

Finally everything kicks into gear. 

"You're sleeping with the Justice League too?!" Dick all but shouts at him. 

It was reactionary and he regrets it immediately. Jason flinches at the sudden outburst but Tim falls out of the chair completely while the others crowd closer with shocked gasps and proclamations. 

"Who?" Donna asks, sounding more curious than anything.

"Which Leaguers?" Kyle demands simultaneously sounding a lot more jealous than he probably intends to.

Dick tosses Rayner a scowl as Jason's eyes flicker up to the young Green Lantern briefly before darting back down to his lap looking mortified. 

"Well, I promised Flash a date before B kicked me out, so... all of them, I guess," Jason mumbles. 

The room lapses into stunned silence as Dick sinks into a chair and flops back against it. He can't hardly believe it. His little brother is... 

Is...

"So..." Conner hums in a way that sounds amused, "you've fucked both my dads?"

Jason can't keep the little smirk off his face as he nods. 

His little brother is fucking Superman. Dick's mind reels from overexertion. 

"Who... who's the best?" Kyle asks, all previous venom in his tone evaporated. 

Jason turns a truly brilliant, irresistible smile up at the Green Lantern and it's suddenly easy to see how heroes and villains alike get sucked into Jason's sphere.

"Diana," he answers without hesitation. 

There's a brief pause as everyone digests that information.

Then Donna smirks. "I knew it."

#jason todd #Jason/Justice League #jason/various villains #Kyle and Jason have some major UST #Diana fucks #blurb #throneoffirebreathingbitchqueen

[l000ey]

𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 ; 𝙥𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚

━ pairing; song minho x rae dara x song king x song violet (ft. song family, rae family, lee chaerin, park jaebum and mentions of kim hyuna and kwon ryu)

━ summary; she lived in the dark but now there are three lights lighting her way

━ warnings; fluff, cuteness, jay in luv with baby violet and babiessss

━ note; so sorry for being late but happy new year babies, i love u 💕

𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟗

Mino was anxious, anyone who saw him at this time could say it, it is not known if by the way in which his eyes moved at a fast speed for every damn corner of the room, the fingers in his mouth already lacking a perfect manicure or leg that moved from top to bottom without stopping.

A hand was pressed on said leg causing him to stop when he felt her nails digging into his skin through the pants. He looked up, meeting the face of a seemingly annoying Lee Chaerin.

"Stop" She said without taking her eyes off the screen of her phone, she was answering messages from the couple's close friends since given the situation, none were able to answer "You are making me nervous."

"How do you think I am, noona?" The youngest snorted but still listened to his sunbae and took another position in the chair. He looked at the door with a frown "Is everything okay?".

"Of course everything is fine, but moving your leg like a kangaroo is not going to help at all" She made a gesture with her hand pointing the obvious and returned to her work causing the silent VIP waiting room of the hospital to be filled with noise of long nails crashing into the glass of her phone's screen.

Mino looked over his shoulder at the conversation she was having with Jay, who was on his way with Dara's parents and Donghyuk. A message from her sister appeared at the top of the screen warning that she and his parents were on their way, was followed by one of Dai who informed him that the Rae siblings were on their way except Dahye who was in a plane. He smiled slightly although he felt a bit sad not having his groupmates with him that special day since they had to continue with the planned agenda.

The door of the room rang calling the attention of both. Dr. Fujioka appeared with a facial expression that the boy failed to decipher causing his nerves to get even worse. He got up from the seat as if it was burning.

"Is everything okay?" Although he struggled to say those words, that he was dying to be able to speak, his throat failed him and Chaerin had to take command of the situation, just as she had done throughout the entire night like when Dara broke waters and drove to the hospital while calming them both when he had to have been the one who would drive while calming his wife but he couldn't because he screwed up, he was going to be a father and he was excited and scared about it.

"There have been some complications as we speak, due to the interruption of the first pregnancy but we have been able to overcome it and everything is fine. She is fine and they are too. "He smiled, taking a weight off him.

Minho let out a gasp of emotion and ran to the doctor, planting a kiss on her cheek as he laughed uncontrollably making Chaerin growl.

"I don't know what Dara saw in you," She muttered, separating him from the poor woman, who had remained static instead. She smiled politely. "I'm very sorry, you know, first time parents. Can we come in?".

"Oh! Of course" Despite the strange, comical and uncomfortable scene that just starred, the woman managed to continue with her smile drawn on her face. She pushed the door lightly with her right hand "Babies are in another room, they are cleaning and making them pretty. In a while they will bring them."

"Have you heard, noona? My babies" He looked like he was going to explode in tears as he entered the room, absorbed in the excitement of knowing his children but his feet stopped when he saw that his sunbae was not following him "Aren't you coming?".

"You go, I'll go find Jay and your families" She gave him a complicit smile before hugging him, surprising "Congratulations, now you're dad."

"I'm a dad" He repeated in a whisper that was hidden in the gray tufts of the girl "I can't believe I'm a father."

Chaerin wiped the little tear that danced down her cheek as she separated from him "Believe it, because you are."

He waited for her figure to disappear from his sight to enter the room. He took a breath and pushed the door being greeted by the image of his exhausted wife lying on the bed. He smiled biting his lower lip, the sound of the metal ring crashing into his teeth caught her attention.

"Hey" Dara smiled and, just as it always happened that she was smiling at him, he ran out of breath. Although the little makeup she wore had run down her face, that her skin was slightly soaked with the sweat of the effort to bring his children into the world and that her dark circles were so dark, for him she was still an angel.

He approached her gently and kissed her lips, bringing a hand to her hair to caress her. He parted their lips but their foreheads were still against each other "Hello" He whispered feeling like he was drowning in that green sea that were her eyes "How are you?".

"Tired, I just want to sleep" She pouted out a laugh from her side. She patted the bed inviting him to lie beside her, which he did immediately letting her lean on him "I've seen them before they were taken away."

"How are they?" He asked, playing with the ring he had put there. She laughed vaguely enjoying his warm and familiar caresses.

"Honey, all newborns are ugly. Pinky, a little bald and old-faced" This time it was he who laughed but in a strident way. He patted her hand lightly.

"Don't call our children ugly!".

"True, I'm sorry." A few seconds in silence were enough for both of them to start laughing.

"You're right, they are ugly, but our children aren't, okay? They are beautiful, that is, have you seen their parents?".

"God, you're an idiot".

A gasp escaped from his lips "Really? Okay, I want divorce".

"I just gave birth to your children, twins, after fifteen hours so don't even think that you will get rid of me after this" She pointed with the index finger "threatening" making him smile, she looked so adorable trying to look intimidating —something that usually came naturally— although at the same time all she was was fucking adorable.

He kissed her forehead "I had no plans to get rid of you, ever."

The green eyed opened her mouth to respond but the sound of the door opening followed by a few steps interrupted her. They both turned their heads toward the hallway that led to the room meeting their family and finally....Chaerin and Jay with the babies in their arms.

"Here are the super stars of the night" Chaerin smiled with King in her arms. Mino approached her to look at his son.

"Aw honey, you've done so well." Mrs. Song sent her a smile as she leaned on her son's arm to see her grandson.

"How are you?" The oldest of the Rae siblings asked kissing his sister's forehead.

"Tired, but it was worth it," she replied, watching her husband smile from ear to ear looking at their son. She smiled and let her head fall against the pillow.

She felt someone's lips on her cheek and from the perfume that filled her nostrils she knew it was her mother, she smiled, accepting her hand against hers "You have done very well, xiâolóng."

"Where are the others?" She asked once everyone had approached her to greet her and congratulate her on the splendid work she had done in making such an effort. She looked at her mother with King in her arms, Violet was still in Jaebum's arms since he refused to give her to her father.

"Oh, Dai and Daniel have gone to buy something to eat since Dani was hungry and Dahye sent a message an hour ago that she had already left the airport so she will be on her way" Her father replied looking at his phone to check if any of his three youngest children had sent him a message again.

"And Hyuna?" Her eyes turned to her older brother, who scratched his nervous neck and opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted.

Chaerin smiled at both families "Well, why don't we go to the cafeteria and wait for them there? In the meantime we can let the new family enjoy some time alone” She removed her hands from Dara's shoulders and rose from the bed, but not before giving her a smile.

"Yes, I think it's good idea" The grandparents accepted and left the room, being led by Mino's sister. Donghyuk sighed getting up from the chair he had sat on and left the room in silence.

"Jay" The grey haired woman approached the tattooed, who had not said a word at the time they had been there, had not even moved only had stayed in a part of the room with Violet in his arms and a facial expression that nobody knew how to describe.

"Hmm?" He replied but still did not take his eyes off the baby. Lee frowned and looked at their friends, Mino shrugged while Dara laughed.

"We have to go, give her to her parents" She pointed to the couple sitting on the bed with her arm making him finally look up from the pale face of the baby girl, he pouted.

"But she's so small and so cute, can't I keep her?" He pulled her closer to his chest in a protective act.

"Give it to her father if you don't want me to get you out of here by pulling your ear” She raised an eyebrow and put her hands on her hips to prove her point.

"I would listen to her, she is capable" The newly converted father responded by running a hand down his leg, remembering fake nails digging into his skin a few hours ago.

The man snorted before placing the baby in her father's arms, looking at all the adults with a bad face before his lips became a big smile when Violet took his index finger between her small fist.

"Aw" He sucked his nose feeling like crying "I'm going to buy you a lot of things, little Violet. You're going to be my little princess, yes. Uncle Jay is going to spoil you a lot".

"Ok, let's go" Chaerin approached him and took his arm and then began pulling him out of the room.

"Hell, woman. How strong you are” The door closed, leaving the small family silent.

Dara bit her lower lip while they both looked at the door, Mino sighed "Our life is not normal."

"No, it isn't." His wife nodded in agreement with him. A small whine came out of little King, who was stirring in his mother's arms. Dara smiled stroking her son's cheek, she couldn't believe she was a mother.

She felt a small prick in her heart when the name of her firstborn and perhaps the older brother of the twins had passed through her head.

Mino, who had been watching the interaction between mother and son with a smile on his face, frowned to see how his beloved's smile erased from her lips. He stroked her arm comfortingly with his free hand “Hey, what's wrong, my love?".

"I was thinking of Ryu" She didn't look at him, her eyes were fixed on their son's face but they didn't look at their son but were lost in thoughts "On how life would have been if I hadn't lost him. Maybe now I would have my three babies together, he would be here asking to see his sibling”.

"You may not see him, but he is always with you and now he will be with the twins. Caring for his little siblings from heaven” He pressed his lips in a thin line before circling her shoulders with his free arm and bringing her closer to his body. He kissed her hair affectionately "Someday we will go and introduce him to his siblings, and when they are older enough we will talk about him, there is not much we can tell but we will tell them that they have a brother, okay?".

He felt as she nodded on his chest and sighed kissing her hair again, his gaze fell on their children and he smiled slightly against their mother's hair.

#2ne1's 5th member #2ne1 #kpop addition #kpop female additions #kpop #yg entertainment #heize #jang dahye #song minho #winner #jay park #lee chaerin #cl #kim hyuna #seventeen #ikon’s 8th member #ikon #bts #bts’s 8th member #kim chunga #jeon siyeon #g idle #mamamoo's 5th member #mamamoo #clc #crystal clear #jang seungyeon #g dragon #kwon jiyong

[smileyoongle]

•••(Ａ ＢＴＳ Ｏｎｅ Ｓｈｏｔ Ｓｅｒｉｅｓ)•••

nσtє: thíѕ wσrk íѕ purєlч fíctíσnαl. thє fαctѕ ѕtαtєd hєrє mαч σr mαч nσt вє truє. plєαѕє dσ nσt tαkє σffєnѕє tσ ít. mαч cσntαín ѕlíght mєntíσnѕ σf dєαth αnd вlσσd. αlѕσ, wíll prσвαвlч єnd up вєíng ѕupєr lσng вut wσrth ít. чσu mαч prσcєєd.

ƤƛƦƬ ƠƝЄ: MЄMЄƝƬƠ

(ᴋɪᴍ sᴇᴏᴋᴊɪɴ- ᴡᴀʀʟᴏᴄᴋ)

The rain poured heavily, thunder lighting up the sky occasionally as the trees in the forest swayed. Jin stared at the water hitting the now muddy ground, his tears being barely visible in the rain. It had been almost a couple hours since he ran out of his house, a couple hours since he had lost control of his growing powers and a couple hours since he ended up hurting his mother. He shifted his gaze to the sky above which was dark and reflected his sadness. He had been trying hard for months to control his powers but they seemed to be growing with no end.

Come home, Jin. Mother's awake and she wants to see you. You've been gone for too long.

Jin clenched his jaw when he heard his brother's voice in his head. Sometimes he really wished telepathy wasn't possible. Ignoring the pleading tone in his brother's voice, Jin blocked out that part of his mind. He saw the goosebumps on his arms but gave no mind to them. The rain didn't seem to end anytime soon and the tree under which he sat wasn't helping either. The droplets of water trickled their way between the leaves and landed on him. He took in a deep shaky breath, the image of his mother's unconscious body flashing in his mind. She was a strong witch, probably the strongest where he lived so it was a shock when she was unable to protect herself from him. While a thousand thoughts ran through his brain, the place where he sat went under some sort of change. Jin furrowed his brows and looked around to see the hues of bright pink, yellow and gold dancing in the air. It wasn't some strange natural phenomenon, it was someone's aura. He awed at the beautiful colours, wondering whose aura could be so pure.

You emerged from between the trees, scanning around the small clearing for any sign of life before your eyes landed on the black figure sitting beneath a tree. You gasped and placed your hand on your chest. "Gosh! You scared me." You stated once you saw the man's face clearly. Jin followed your every move before clearing his throat and looking away, not even caring to acknowledge you. You raised your eyebrows at his rude behaviour and moved closer to him, suddenly feeling very down and tired. Jin had other problems on his mind rather than dealing with a beautiful strange girl who probably wouldn't understand anything even if he explained. After a minute, when you refused to ignore his presence and continued to stare at him, Jin sighed and turned to face you. "What do you want?" He hissed, making you flinch. Your eyes widened at the irritation he expressed when you hadn't even done anything. You poked the inside of your cheek with your tongue in annoyance. "Maybe if you ask me politely, I'd let you know." You replied, giving him a sarcastic smile. He chuckled bitterly to himself and stood up, making you take a step backwards. You crossed your arms and glared at him. "Suit yourself." He said and shrugged, turning away to leave.

"Hey!" You yelled and jogged behind him, making him abruptly turn to you. You let out a frustrated sigh and slumped. "If you can't tell already, I'm lost. Help me get back to the town guesthouse and I'll help you with whatever your problem is." You said, looking up at him with hopeful eyes. He hesitated a little before facing away from you. "I'm headed in that direction. Follow me." He said, nodding ahead of him. You nodded and followed him quietly. But there was one thing you really despised. Silence. And before it became overbearing for you, you decided to break it. "So, mind telling me what's bothering you?" You asked, wincing when you heard him groan. Jin had hoped you would keep your mouth shut the whole way. "I don't need your help." He mumbled, pushing aside a few branches that came in his way. The rain had reduced to a drizzle now, only adding to how uncomfortable you felt in your wet clothes. You almost ran to walk beside the stranger, trying to get him to tell you why he was mad. You weren't naïve, you knew what you were doing. It was a simple trick of pushing someone to the edge only to have them catapult back at you. Seeing how upset and furious this stranger was, you really wanted to know what was wrong with him. You had dealt with a lot witches and warlocks who ended up being consumed by their powers.

"You should really tell me, I might look du-" You were interrupted by a low growl erupting from his throat. He turned to you with anger in his eyes and gritted teeth. He looked at you as if you were his prey and he wanted nothing more than to devour you, more like kill you. Your eyes started widening but you held your stance, getting ready to defend yourself incase of an anomaly. "I. Don't. Need. Your. Help!" He bellowed, involuntarily sending dark red flames at you. You quickly held your hands in front of yourself to create an invisible barrier, causing the flames to explode and hit the tree behind you. You turned just in time to see a branch falling down, jumping to the side to prevent yourself from getting hurt. Jin's jaw dropped as he took in the damage. He slowly looked down at his hands which were now shaking uncontrollably. His hands were close to being a murderer's seeing as you could have died if you hadn't been a witch. Jin was thankful for that. This was the very attack that Jin's mother had failed to protect herself from. "How did you....?" Jin asked, his voice a bare whisper making you scoff in disbelief.

Was that the first thing you ask someone you nearly killed?

"Are you kidding me right now?! What the hell were YOU thinking?" You asked, laying emphasis on the 'you'. Jin's breath became shaky as he felt his heart shatter. He did realize that you could have died but sadly, he wasn't in control of what he did. He pulled at his hair and let out a cry, falling to his knees in the process. Your anger diminished on seeing him in that state. You slowly took a step towards the weeping man and placed your hand on his head and closed your eyes, feeling him freeze from your touch. Jin's shoulders relaxed as he acknowledged all the negative energy leaving him because of you. You knew how to heal a person's mind and soul. It had taken years of work but you had become very good at it even though not everyone could do it. You opened your eyes to find him looking at you. The rain had stopped and the moon shone it's light brightly upon you both. Jin swore he could see a halo above you, believing you were an angel sent for him. Without another word, he grabbed both your hands and leaned his forehead at the back of them. "I need you to fix me." He muttered, his voice wavering a little. You bit your bottom lip and squeezed his hand assuringly, letting him know that you were gonna do whatever it took to help him.

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You tossed a pebble into the running water, the huge lake looking serene surrounded by bushes and trees of all kinds. You didn't think your little getaway from your coven would end up being so happening. It was the second time you were going to meet him, Kim Seokjin. He had told you all about him and his family when he dropped you off at your guesthouse. You knew the Kim family very well, everyone did. Mr and Mrs Kim had married under difficult circumstances due to the belief that warlocks and witches should stay divided. You never really understood why that was a problem, wasn't it better if all magic was united? You shook your head in exasperation and threw another pebble in the water, watching the ripples grow bigger and disappear in a blink. The sound of crunching of leaves grabbed your attention as you turned to see Jin walking towards you. You nodded at him, letting him know that you're aware of his presence before turning back to your temporary amusement activity.

Jin stopped in his track when he saw your lost expression. He frowned at seeing your usual annoying self being so calm. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." He said out loud before closing the distance between you and himself. You glanced at him before sitting down on a rock by the lake. "Who?" You asked, looking for more pebbles around you and acting as if you were supposed to ask that question. Jin looked at you with raised eyebrows, he couldn't tell if you were joking or being serious. You looked up at him when you didn't receive a response, stifling a laugh on seeing his confused expression. Not being able to control, you laughed out loud, hitting your knee with your palm in the process. Jin rolled his eyes and sat down beside you. He thought you were upset about something, clearly he was wrong. "Here I was, thinking something went wrong with you." He mumbled, picking at the grass. You stopped laughing and smiled at him. "Who said something didn't go wrong with me?"

Jin craned his neck to look at you, your smile was intact even when telling him about your crisis. He shrugged and looked away before he could drown in your brown eyes which now sparkled in the morning sun. You sighed and fiddled with the hem of your coat, deciding if you should talk about the elephant in the room.

"I haven't done this before."

"Have you done this before?"

Your words clashed with Jin's before your eyes widened on realising what just happened. Jin scoffed while you let out a nervous chuckle. "You're making me second guess everything." He said, shaking his head. You placed your hand on his shoulder and squeezed it until he looked at you. You could tell he was scared about what the future held, his eyes were very good at showing you his true emotions even if he tried to hide them. "I haven't done this before, doesn't mean I don't know how to do it." You stated, seeing his eyes light up with hope. He believed you, you were Y/N Corey and the Corey witches were one of the important Salem witches who had become stronger since the hardships they faced during the Salem trials. Even if you didn't have any solution, you'd find one. You gazed at the birds in the sky, flying without a care in the world, wishing you were that free. "We'll get you through this." You muttered, praying for your words to hold some truth to them. After a final pat on his shoulder, you stood up as he followed your movements. "How's your mother?" You questioned cautiously, hoping to not upset him. Jin stiffened at the mention of his mother. He had spent the entire night with her, apologizing and promising her about getting better. He gave you a curt nod, looking at the breeze playing with your hair. "She's good. Let's get started for the day, yeah? I don't wanna delay things anymore." He answered, brushing off the dust from his pants.

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"So that's my aura?" Jin asked, looking at you intently as you explained to him about the basics that he somehow didn't know about. You nodded and hummed, pushing away a stray twig from the path. You had just told Jin about how his aura and his powers were related. "You sent red flames at me yesterday. And that signifies your inability to take control of your anger. So firstly, we need to work on that." You stated, making him nod his head. He agreed with whatever you said, he did have a hard time keeping his emotions in check. "How do we do that?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow at you. You walked in circles as his eyes were trained on you. You tapped your chin with your pointer finger before a grin set itself on your face. "The long term solution is to give you another motive for using your powers. Recently, you used your powers only to let your anger out but that clearly, isn't helping. You need to use your power for something else. Maybe out of defense, protectiveness or.....love?" Your words came out more like a question. Jin scoffed and rolled his eyes. That was one thing he didn't believe in. Or maybe it was purely because he never felt it. Who knows.

You frowned and placed your hands on your hips. "Don't tell me you're one of those stuck up and rude introverts who does not believe in love." You gasped in realization. You had always seen people like that in movies and TV shows but this was a first. Jin chose to ignore your comment, finding it a waste of his time. He moved closer to stand in front of you, tilting his head to examine you from head to toe. You stood straighter, feeling conscious as his eyes raked over your figure. He leaned his face closer to you, raising a hand and bringing it closer to your cheek. You closed your eyes and gulped as a blush crept up your cheek. You had never stood this close to a male before. Jin smiled slightly on seeing how nervous he made you. But that moment was short lived as he flicked at your forehead, making you yelp. You opened your eyes and rubbed your forehead to ease the pain. "Stop day dreaming and tell me where to begin." He said, his tone telling you how bored he was. You smirked mischievously whilst you kept soothing the spot where he hit you. Walking proudly towards your duffle bag, you pulled out a couple of books which were too fat and heavy. You grunted as you struggled to hold them all and placed them in front of Jin on the grass. He kept staring at the books before it hit him. These were grimoires of witches from your family. "What am I supposed to do with these?" He asked, pointing at the hard covered books. You raised your eyebrows at him and scoffed. Picking them up again, you handed them to Jin without warning. He bent down a little due to the weight before standing up straight. "We won't be doing anything today. I need you to go through these grimoires. Take your time, I know it can be boring." You answered and picked up your duffle bag, hanging it across your shoulder. Jin glared at you and narrowed his eyes. "Have you ever read these?" He argued, waiting to see your reaction. You turned your head slightly and hid your surprised expression. "Of course. And you know what? We were asked questions about what we read. So be ready. I'll be doing that too!" You grinned and walked away, sassily.

The next few days went by in a jiffy. Everyday you met Jin and asked him different questions along with asking him to show you how something was supposed to be done. After an entire week and half, he had read all the grimoires. He slammed the book shut and gave it to you, sighing in relief. "I feel like a school student who is preparing for a test." He said, closing his eyes and leaning back on the chair of the cafe where you both met. You glared at him and pushed the books inside your bag. You had gotten to know Jin better. He was cold but sensitive, rude without a care in the world, didn't like showing his emotions a lot. Taking a sip of your coffee, you cleared your throat and placed the cup on the table. "So from tomorrow, we'll begin your training." You stated, clasping your hands in front of you. Jin rolled his eyes at your words. Training. He was getting used to your dumb comments, sometimes enjoying them nonetheless. You glanced out through the glass which separated the people outside from you, resting your chin on the palm of your hand. Meanwhile, Jin couldn't take his eyes off of you. You were gorgeous, obviously, but your inner goodness was more of a delight. You absentmindedly gnawed at your bottom lip, making Jin go wild with his imaginations. He quickly looked away when you turned to him. Sighing, you stood up as Jin followed you to leave the cafe. "What am I gonna do for the rest of the day?" You whined, not wanting to be alone when the sun hadn't even set. Jin shook his head at you, you were immature sometimes. Most of the times actually. He thought for a moment before getting an idea. "Come home with me." He offered, shrugging and looking around the streets. You whipped your head at his words, asking yourself if you heard him right. "That would....I don't-" you started with your excuses, feeling nervous. It was okay for you to be nervous anyway, you had a lot to hide from him. He cut you off and grabbed your hand, pulling you with him as he walked to his house which wasn't too far. For some reason, you didn't feel too flustered whenever he touched you. It was as if you had known him since a long time, although you were sure that had never happened.

You awed at the huge house in front of you, it looked like it came straight out of a fairytale. It's ivory walls were enhanced with creepers snaking all the way till the rooftops. You hadn't realised your mouth was open until Jin pushed it close with his finger under your chin. "You're gonna catch a fly." He said, moving towards the entrance as you followed while rolling your eyes at him. Without showing you around, he took you to his study. You held yourself back from making a snarky comment. What did he need a study for anyway? An 'oh' left your mouth as you took in the scene before you. The entire room was filled with paintings and empty canvases. You turned around in your place, trying to absorb everything at once. "You paint?!" You asked, excitedly as you moved to look at a painting closely. It was a girl sitting in the middle of a forest with flowers in her hair, caressing an injured bird in her hand. You frowned at the feeling of familiarity, it was as if you had seen this before. Jin gulped behind you, hoping you didn't remember anything. "Obviously, I paint. Didn't I say this is my study?" He retorted, looking at the fascination on your face. That painting was his favourite. It had taken him an year to get it right. Suddenly, you turned to Jin with an innocent smile on your face making Jin tense his muscles. "When will I become the subject of your paintings?" You asked, still smiling brightly. Jin gathered himself and moved closer to you, humming at your question. He mirrored your smile and tilted his head. "Never." He mumbled and backed away, watching in amusement as your smile faded and a scowl set itself on your face. "Rude." You whispered, turning around to look at the other paintings. Jin stifled a laugh on seeing how upset you were, but he knew you would go back to being your happy self. It amazed him at your capability to be smiling all the time. He found it hard to do, probably why he came off as cold to everyone. It was shocking enough that you had even talked to him. Something he was grateful for.

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"Let's begin from trying to get you to control your anger, shall we? Since I'm so good at annoying you, this shouldn't be a problem." You said, stretching your arms above your head. The next morning came along with the task of beginning your mission to help Jin. You emitted a large amount of confidence, making Jin feel excited to start. He saw this as a challenge which he was eager to win.

"Game on."

Time kept ticking but there was no progress. You both kept trying though, it wasn't in your blood to give up so easily. "Is this what you want your mom to see after everything you've put her through? I'm not sure she'd take it very well." You said out loud, seeing Jin get riled up. You had been trying to get him to control himself, only to be met with a dead end everytime. He grunted and threw a series of red bolts at you, making your eyes widen as you desperately dodged them. You weren't supposed to attack, only defend yourself without using your magic. You were already out of breath, but pausing at one place would mean getting yourself in death's way. A muffled groan left your mouth as you jumped across a rock, squeezing your eyes shut as it exploded into pieces behind you. You fell to your knees, gasping for air as Jin shut his eyes in frustration. He was continuously disappointing himself which also made him question you. Did you even know what you were doing? Or was this all simply a way to spend your time? Firstly, he didn't see how the grimoires were supposed to help him and secondly, you were too calm about this situation.

You glanced at him and pushed yourself to your feet, stumbling to sit beside where he stood. You grabbed his hand and pulled him to sit beside you with all your strength. He pursed his lips and stared at the setting sun, his eyes looking empty as ever. "Why are you here, Y/N?" He asked, his eyes not meeting yours. You raised your eyebrows at him, being caught off guard by his question. "What do you mean?" You returned his question with another. This isn't how you were planning for the conversation to go. "What are you doing here, in this town? You obviously don't live here." He stated, recalling when he had dropped you off at the guesthouse he knew very well. You gulped, somewhat having understood where this was going. Clearing your throat, you clenched your fists and looking at the sky before you. "I needed time away from my coven. So I decided to have a mini vacation." You answered, not feeling very satisfied with your words. Jin clenched his jaw. So this was definitely a game to you. Why else would you help him? He suddenly chuckled, making your eyes widen. "I should have known better than to trust you. Why would a powerful witch like you, help a pathetic warlock like me? Especially when you know damn well that people don't approve the union of our kinds." He sneered at you. You almost knocked him out after hearing his choice of words. It was true that people didn't think warlocks and witches should be together, but that didn't mean you should be against it too. And helping others shouldn't require some sort of motive. You were mistaken when you thought Jin was smart. Trying to stay calm, you carefully thought about what to say without making him mad.

"What are you punishing yourself for, Jin?" You inquired softly as his eyes turned to you. He frowned, waiting for you to explain what made you ask that. You sighed and rested your elbows on your knees. "You are blaming yourself for something that wasn't your fault, I can tell." You mumbled, watching his aura transform into something much gloomier. Jin tensed at the feeling of vulnerability that he felt with you. It was as if he was an open book laid out for you to read. "You don't know anything." He said, looking down at his shoes. You chuckled to yourself. He was definitely stuck up. Standing up, you grabbed your belongings which lay on the grass. "Just know that, you won't move ahead without facing the inner conflict that has been eating you up. Nothing is forgiven unless you believe otherwise." You preached before turning on your heels to leave. Jin sat still, knowing you were completely right. There was something that had been nagging at him for some years. He always tried to come to terms with it but failed. He was aware that someday he was gonna have to face it, not for anyone but for himself. "I'll wait here tomorrow at the same time. Hopefully, you still trust me. If you don't show up then I'll understand." Your words lingered in the air. Jin knew that what he said was wrong. If there was something wrong with you then his instincts would have kicked in already. Instead of being thankful, he ended up lashing at you and you still didn't fight back. But the little feeling of uncertainty still remained in his mind. It screamed at him to stay away from you because you weren't what you seemed to be. He shook his head to get rid of the many thoughts in his brain, sighing and deciding it was time to go home. He had a lot of thinking to do and he wasn't ready for it.

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You kicked the door shut and made your way to your bed, throwing yourself on the soft mattress. Just like you thought, Jin didn't come. You failed him and most importantly, you failed your coven. Humans thought witchy magic wasn't so complicated, it was only about who was capable and who wasn't. Oh how they were wrong! You had always been taught that it was important to take control of your powers before they take over you. Because once that happened, you would wish you were never born into it. Sadness washed over you along with a little relief. This was exactly what you wanted but it wasn't what you needed. After staring out the window from your position on the bed, your eyes landed on the piece of paper lying on the nightstand. You sighed and rolled over to the edge of the bed, grabbing the paper and getting ready to see what your mother had sent you this time.

thє cσvєn díѕcσvєrєd whαt hαppєnєd. чσu nєєd tσ gєt чσur αct tσgєthєr αnd mαkє hím truѕt чσu αgαín. dσ nσt fσrgєt thє rєαѕσn whч чσu αrє thєrє. чσu knσw thє cσnѕєquєncєѕ vєrч wєll.

You could almost hear her complaining to you. The letter wasn't a threat to you in any way, it was only your mother's warning. Your mother was the second most superior lady of your coven and she had done everything to protect you against the harsh world. But for some reason, you ended up being the only witch to take down a threat without any harm. Hence, your new target being Kim Seokjin. You felt a pang of guilt rush through you. You had never questioned your coven on why they wanted someone dead, completely putting all your faith in them. But after meeting Jin, you started doubting your ability to kill him. You knew he was genuinely struggling and he needed help. Also, his concern for his family made it hard for you to believe that he was on his way to become 'The Harbinger of Darkness' as your coven had so kindly put it. You shut your eyes and crushed the paper before tossing it to the side, not being able to decide what your next move was going to be.

A knock on the door made you flinch as you frowned and sat up in bed. The owner of the guesthouse never came to call you until it was time for supper. With a tired groan, you got out of bed and made your way to open the door. Your eyes widened on seeing Jin in front of you. His eyes were red and tears glistened on his cheeks, his hair was a mess and a small cut by his lips made you wince. Jin was breathing heavily as he gave you time to process what was happening. "J-jin-" before you could ask anything about his sudden appearance at your door, he engulfed you in a hug as he sobbed while burying his head in your neck. Your heart raced in your chest, wetness from his tears tainted your shirt but that wasn't the least bit of a bother to you. Jin was here after you thought he gave up on you, crying and emitting huge waves of sorrow along with calmness. It was weird and it didn't make any sense to you. Maybe he had another family issue?

"I'm not a Kim, Y/N. They aren't my family!" He cried in your neck making your face droop, completely understanding why he was like this. You brought your hands up and rubbed his back, soothing him enough but not healing his pain. Suppressing your pain at times like these never proved to be good. "Let's go in and talk, okay?" You mumbled softly on seeing Ms Lee eyeing you both suspiciously, the tolerable but nosy owner of the guesthouse where you resided. He pulled away and let you lead him inside. Sitting him down on your bed, you handed him a glass of water and gently asked him to tell you everything from the start. You listened intently as he narrated how he had heard his parents talking about his adoption and whether they should tell him about it, only to later decide against it. After ten years of keeping this information with him and persuasion from your side, he had finally gathered the courage to hear the words from his mother's mouth although he already knew they were true. He had lashed out at her, telling her how he had every right to know about this and she was no one to take decisions for him. Especially now that he knew she wasn't his real mother. This aggravated his brother and he landed a punch to Jin's face, hence, his busted lip. Your heart ached as you took it all in. This is why Jin's powers were getting the best of him, because he was barely holding himself up. How could you possibly kill him? He was probably the most innocent warlock you had met. With a sigh, you stood up and moved to stand in front of him. He looked up at you with teary eyes which made you want to cry too. You wiped his tears and gave him a smile. "Did you talk to your mother after that?" You asked as he shook his head in reply. You pursed your lips and dropped your hands by your side. "Jin, she must have been scared to tell you. Even though you are adopted, the entire family gave you nothing but love, not once making you doubt them. They didn't tell you because they were scared you would react like this and they would lose you." You tried your best explain the situation to him. Jin thought for a moment before concluding that you were right. He took his time to capture your face in his mind. Your beautiful eyes that held concern for him, the curve of your lips as they stretched into a comforting smile for him, your long hair that made him want to tangle his fingers into them and your soothing aura that made him want to hold you forever.

He shook his head and scolded himself for having these thoughts, he couldn't think about you like that. He had only just met you, he couldn't possibly like you, right? You raised an eyebrow when Jin's eyes stayed on your face, not once moving away. He cleared his throat and nodded. "You are right. I should apologize to her...." He said, looking at the carpeted floor, his eyes landing on the piece of paper that you had so carelessly discarded. You followed his gaze and internally gasped. You rushed and picked up the paper before tossing it into the bin. "I'm sorry I was gonna throw it away but then you came." You chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of your neck. Jin stood up and sighed. He walked to the door and placed his hand on the knob, getting ready to pull it open before he glanced at you. "Come with me." He stated, his words making you think you hadn't heard him clearly. "What?" You asked, gripping the hem of your shirt as your hands began to get clammy. He strode towards you. "Come with me to my house. If anything good comes out of it, you're the one to be thanked." He said with a confident voice. You let out another nervous chuckle and shook your head. "I mean that's not really- wait!" You yelped when he grabbed your wrist and started walking out of the guesthouse with you struggling to keep up behind him. You huffed at his behaviour, he hadn't even waited for your answer. This was the second time that Jin was dragging you to his house without your consent. Maybe you should report him for kidnapping. With a defeated sigh, you let him drag you to his house, preparing to hide your intentions and please the Kim family because if anyone found out what you were here for, it would be the end for you.

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You smiled on witnessing the playful banter in front of you. The huge dinner table had only 5 people sitting around it, including you. After apologizing to his family and making up with them, Jin had introduced you to everyone and it was then that his mother insisted for you to stay for dinner. Not being able to say no to the sweet woman, you stayed, hoping to find some flaws about Jin. Because if there was nothing wrong with him, then there was no way you were going to dirty your hands with an innocent man's blood. "Y/N, thank you so much for staying. It has been a long time since we had another face in this house." Said Mr Kim, smiling at you warmly. You nodded and returned it, pushing around the food in your plate. The food was delicious, no doubt, unfortunately you had lost your appetite after seeing the welcoming family that Jin had. It made you a little jealous seeing as you never had a father. He had left your mother after discovering that she was a witch, making you question the status of witches in your community. Were you that bad? The dinner went by smoothly, the occasional chatter making you feel less upset, although you wondered how everyone was so happy. Whatever had happened was definitely traumatising, but everyone pretended like it was okay. Maybe because they had a guest over. Before you could head back to your guesthouse, Ms Kim told Jin to show you the garden because she was sure you'd love it. And she wasn't wrong.

"Wow! This is just.... amazing!" You exclaimed as your eyes sparkled in the moonlight. The light breeze fanned your face as you stared at the beautifully lit garden in front of you. Jin found himself smiling at the amusement in your eyes, feeling his heart flutter. You took in a deep breath and closed your eyes, forgetting all your worries for a while. "You're sad." You opened your eyes on hearing Jin's voice. He was squinting at you as if that would tell him what was wrong with you. You chuckled nervously and looked away from him. "What makes you say that?" You said, your voice losing its usual chirpiness. Jin scoffed, staring at you in disbelief.

Did you really just ask a warlock why he thought you were sad as if he couldn't see the hues of an ugly blue surrounding you?

You mentally face palmed at your question. You had completely forgotten to cover up your ether, of course he saw it. "I am supposed to do something that I don't want to do." You stated, sighing in defeat. Jin tilted his head at your vague words, he needed more from you. You looked up at the few stars across the sky, twinkling brightly. Jin thought your eyes were indeed a reflection of those stars, he couldn't even begin to describe how beautiful you looked in that moment. Shaking his head, he pulled himself into the current situation. "And what do you mean by something?" He asked, his hands making their way into his pockets as he walked beside you. Your hands brushed against the flowers and the leaves, feeling their petals and leaves tickle you. Your brain thought about the number of things you could say, obviously you couldn't just tell him you came to kill him. "Just something. It's not like I don't want to do it, more like I .... can't do it, you know?" You explained, biting your lower lip harshly. Jin hummed beside you, trying to come up with a solution to ease your tension. He abruptly stopped in his track, startling you as you turned to him with a frown. "Help me and I'll help you. Once I'm in control of myself, I'll help you deal with whatever you have to do." He shrugged, words falling from his lips very easily. You swallowed thickly, wanting to scream at him for saying things like these. But could you blame him? He didn't even know what you were saying. You gave him a small smile and turned away, not wanting him to see the disappointment in your eyes. You found yourself being deeply concerned about Jin, you wanted to make sure he was gonna be okay. But not doing what you were asked to do would mean betraying your coven. And betrayal of the coven came with the consequence of being burned alive. It was simple, really. Kill or be killed.

"Okay then. Show me how you are now." You said, inhaling deeply and turning to him. He looked at you with a confused expression, not understanding what you meant until you held your palms out and conjured up a ball of pink and yellow, throwing it at him without any warning. Jin's eyes widened as he realised what was happening. Quickly gathering his energy, he released a long bolt at you, buzzing with his new found aura. Your ether met his, the clusters exploding into the air. You gasped on seeing the magenta energy around Jin, a sudden transformation. Magenta signified someone who was unique, creative, strong-willed but rarely understood. Jin was pure, it was finally proven to you. Jin's mouth was ajar, exploring the new colours around him. He slowly looked at you, his lips stretching into a grin as a smile graced your lips. This was the first time you were seeing him happy and it made you feel butterflies. Before you could say anything, Jin closed the distance between you and him, his eyes flitting between your lips and your eyes. Your heart pounded in your chest, realising how good looking he was. You had never looked at him that way before, only now seeing his eyes mirroring yours.

Jin lifted his hand and placed it on your cheek, caressing it gently as if you were a feather. You closed your eyes when he leaned closer to you, your nose brushing his until you felt his lips on yours. Your breath hitched as he kissed you, his other hand wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. This was wrong, your heart and mind screamed at you to pull away but you knew it was too late. You had already fallen into the endless pit that you wanted to avoid, affection for the man in front of you completely taking over. You were so screwed.

Jin pulled away involuntarily, opening his eyes to see yours still closed. He smiled as he saw the daze he had sent you in. You couldn't bring yourself to open your eyes, afraid you'd want him more if you saw him. But you couldn't just stand there like that, you were going to have to open them. Slowly opening your eyes, you looked up at him and pulled away. Hurt flashed across his face but he didn't let it linger on for too long. "I have to go." You whispered before turning on your heel and running away from him. Jin stretched his hand out to stop you but you slipped away, his heart hurting a bit too much. Did he do something wrong? Did you not like him back? He sighed as he dragged himself back inside the house, not once stopping to glance at his family and shutting himself up in his room. Another sleepless night for a different reason, but he was okay with it.

You slammed the door shut as your lungs ached due to the continuous running you had done, not being able to stop until you were inside your room. Kim Seokjin kissed you like he wanted to. It wasn't in the spur of the moment like you had hoped. He liked you but the worst part, you liked him back. You slid down against the door, pulling your knees to your chest before tears stained your cheeks. It was absolutely impossible for you to do anything now. You didn't even want to consider killing him. Was it really so bad to want to live life like a normal person? So engrossed in your crying, you hadn't noticed the lady standing in your room. You flinched on seeing her in the dark room, quickly moving to switch on the lights. "Mother." You gulped and took a step back. She approached you with quick steps and landed her hand across your cheek, your face jolting to the side as you processed what just happened. "Why would you let this happen, Y/N? You know very well that he is a warlock and moreover, the one that you're supposed to kill. How can you like him?!" She bellowed as you sobbed. Your cheek throbbed as you held it, your head hung low in shame. This was it. Your mom had crossed the line, she had never once lifted a hand on you so you must have really upset her. Who were you kidding? Obviously you had upset her too much. At the time of fully bringing your practice into work, all witches were made to take an oath which included something along the lines of 'never interacting with a warlock, be it in any form'. Although you were made to interact with them, it was only so that you could eliminate them. After meeting Mr Kim, you were really doubting if all warlocks were bad because he certainly wasn't.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what to do." You cried, covering your face with your hands as you shook your head. Your mother's heart ached on seeing her only daughter in despair. She had always made sure that you were happy, always trying her best to keep you away from the sad reality of the world. Today, she had truly failed and she knew it. She took you into her arms, your hands immediately wrapping around her neck as you cried into her chest. She rubbed your back slowly as your crying subsided into sniffles. Pulling away, she held you at arms length, her hands placed firmly on your shoulders. "Get this over with, Y/N. It'll be okay and you know it." She said softly. That's where she was wrong. In just a matter of days, you had grown used to Jin's presence. You needed him by your side, if he died because of you then would you really be okay? You pushed her hands away from your shoulders and stood up, moving to stand by the window. You wiped your cheeks and calmed your breathing. For the first time in ever, you had enough courage to stand against your coven. You were powerful enough to take them all down but you didn't want to. "I will not do it. Do what you have to do." You stated firmly, making your mother gasp. This is not what she raised you to be. "Y/N-" she started only to be interrupted by your shouting. "No! All my life I have done everything you've asked me to, never once questioning why you wanted me to finish someone. Now I realize that maybe I should have. God knows how many innocent people you made me kill. I'm a murderer because of you! And I don't want it to be like this anymore. So mother, go tell everyone what I have decided because there's nothing you can do to make me change my mind." Your chest rose and fell as you clenched your fists in anger. Your mother slowly nodded as tears welled her eyes, moving towards the door to leave.

"The coven will be here tomorrow to deal with you. So...do what you have to do." She mumbled the same words you had said. You fell on your knees as soon as she left, letting your feelings overwhelm you. The entire night, you threw things here and there, stepping on broken shards of glass and sobbing loudly, making sure to use a spell to prevent the noise from escaping the room. There was no need for you to fight your coven sisters. You just had to figure out what to do because if they really came then it wasn't just going to be your life on the line. Jin was going to die too. Crying, you fell into a deep sleep without having made a decision.

You cried as you stretched your hands infront of you, your body shivering due to the fear from what's to come. Jin stood in front of you in the same position, his cheeks tainted with tears but his face devoid of any expression. "Finish him, darling." The lady of your coven, Gina whispered behind you as you sobbed harder and shook your head. The head of Jin's treaty stood behind him too, probably mumbling the same words to him. Suddenly, you felt your hair being pulled behind, your head tilting back. "It's simple. Any one of you dies and we let the other live. It's better than to go through the shame of letting your stupid fantasy of being together be fulfilled." She hissed, pulling on your hair as you screamed in pain. "Don't you dare touch her!" Jin warned through gritted teeth as she let go of your hair and chuckled. You glanced at your mother who kneeled down a few metres away from you, her head bowing down as a tear or two escaped her eye. "I don't see how this is hard. Go on and do it. Either you both die or just one of you dies. We can take away your memories if you want. Consider yourself lucky." The man said, smirking as he walked back and forth in front of you. "Do it, Y/N. Better me than you." Jin said, making you look at him with a hurt expression. Did he really think you would do it? You shook your head furiously, hearing Jin sigh in frustration. "Y/N, I know it's hard but it's the only way. Please." He pleaded and closed his eyes, holding back the dam welling in his eyes. You heard the lady tut behind you. "Alright then, we'll do it for you both. Say your goodbyes!" She mocked and stood in front of you, closing her eyes and placing her hands on the sides of your forehead. "No!" You screamed as the pain took over.

You jolted awake, your breathing heavy as sweat trickled down your forehead. You looked around and sighed in relief. "Just a dream." You mumbled, touching your cheeks to feel the wetness on your fingers. Your eyes widened as everything came back to you in a rush. You got out of bed and got ready to head out. Grabbing everything important, you ran out of the guesthouse without acknowledging Ms Lee's scream on seeing the mess in your room.

Gasping, you reached the gates of Kim mansion, looking around in case Jin was there. You didn't really know, it was only an intuition. You made your way to the garden, eyes lighting up on seeing Jin standing in the very place you had left him last night. Frowning you called out to him, making him turn to you with wide eyes. "Y/N." He whispered, sighing in relief when you ran into his arms. He sensed your worry and hugged you back, caressing your hair to calm you down. He couldn't heal others like you but he could try. "I'm so sorry." You mumbled, scared that if you rose your voice, you would probably end up crying. He hugged you tighter and closed his eyes. At least you were in front of him now. "There's no need for you to say sorry. What I did was wrong, I should have asked you if you felt the same way ab-" he explained but you cut him off in the middle by pulling away and placing your hands on his shoulders. "I need to tell you something important." You said hurriedly, pleading him with your eyes. He nodded before grabbing your hand and taking you inside the house. You followed him to his room, admiring the corridors in the way. He closed the door behind him and you smiled at the interiors, it was so 'Jin'. Your breath hitched when you spotted it, your painting stood in the corner of the room. Taking slow steps towards it, you let your fingers linger on the strokes of the brush, surprised on seeing yourself through someone else's eyes. You recalled the scene from the painting, it was from the night when you had met. Your hair was damp and you were smiling warmly with your hand stretched out towards the viewer. A halo floated above your head and you felt like you were definitely seeing an angel.

Jin stared fondly at how you were busy admiring yourself. That was exactly how he saw you. You were his angel since the first day. He had stayed up last night, painting you on the canvas in the best way possible. He wondered how you had managed to keep him wrapped around your finger even after so long, not that you were aware of it. "So what did you have to tell me?" He asked, clearing his throat. You bit your bottom lip, anxiety kicking in. You knew Jin wasn't gonna take this well but if you had to save him then you needed to get him away from this place. "You might wanna sit down for this." You mumbled, gesturing to his bed, your eyes falling on a black amulet that had slipped out from under his shirt. He frowned but obliged anyway. You took a deep breath before beginning to explain everything.

"I didn't come to this town for any vacation. I was sent here by my coven, to kill you." You confessed, your words tasting bitter on your tongue. Jin's breathing stopped. He couldn't believe the words leaving your mouth. He swore you were too pure and innocent to be killing anybody. He didn't even have to ask you why, he understood it was probably the ill relations between witches and warlocks. His heart shattered in his chest, the only time he felt so attracted to someone resulted in everything coming back to slap him. He gulped harshly and clenched his jaw before standing up and gripping your arms and pulling you to him. You gasped at how tight his hold was, and even more when you saw his eyes. They held nothing but disappointment and guilt towards you. "Jin..." You squealed as his grip tightened. You were positive that there were gonna be bruises there. "Shut up! Just- just shut the hell up! Do you really hate me that much, Y/N? Just because I'm a warlock, does it mean I'm ruthless and a fucking psycho?!" He yelled as you whimpered, tears filling your eyes. You tried to get out of his grip, only for him to pull you closer into his chest, your nose brushed his. "If you had to kill me then why didn't you? Why did you have to make me want you, Y/N?" He questioned, his voice softening a little. Your eyes widened at his full fledged confession. Your lips quivered as you struggled to find words to say. You had really messed up everything, hadn't you?

Before you could utter a word, he harshly pushed you away, running his hands through his hair. He suddenly felt like he was spiralling back into the emotional well that he had just been rescued from. Ironical, isn't it? The one who saves you, pushes you back, just right. "I can't kill you, Jin. Because I want you too." You said, your voice being barely audible. You stared at his back, seeing him freeze in his spot. After a minute of silence, he finally turned to you. Muttering a 'fuck it' under his breath, he pushed you against a wall and kissed you. Immediately, you tangled your fingers in his hair as he deepened the kiss, your legs wrapped around his waist. Your heavy breathing echoed through the room along with the occasional hissing whenever Jin dug his fingers into your thighs. He pulled away, biting on your bottom lip, leaving you flustered and aching for him. He leaned his forehead against yours as a tear slipped down your cheek. He intertwined your fingers and looked into your eyes. "I'm not letting anyone take away the one good thing that I found." He whispered, making you cry harder. You nuzzled your face in his neck as he smiled and held you in his arms. This was the life you wanted. And you wanted it with Jin, there was no changing your mind. "We need to leave before they come and find us." You mumbled, resting your head on his chest. He kissed your forehead and rubbed your back. "Let's go then." He replied, holding your hand and leading you out of the house.

Jin told his family about everything. His parents were afraid that everything was going to repeat itself. It still felt like yesterday to them when they had escaped the stupid rules of their covens. It had been traumatic but fruitful. They found solace in each other and that was enough for them. They assured you both that if needs be, they'd come to protect you. You nodded and thanked them, letting Jin say his goodbyes. Goodbyes never lasted for too long, the world was a small place after all.

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"No one knows about this place. It's like a secret home when I wanted to get away from everyone." Jin explained, setting down the few bags you both had. You looked around the small cabin, the cherry wood glistening in the light of the bulb, trees peeking through the window and the birds chirping outside in the forest. You hummed in content, preparing to do a cloaking spell to prevent anyone from finding you both.

Y/N. You can't hide for too long, darling. And you don't wanna know what we're gonna do once we find you.

You whimpered on hearing her voice in your head. Gina, the lady of your coven was a stubborn woman, who ended up being too selfish at times. But you never stood against her because she had taken your mother in when she was pregnant and abandoned by your father. Jin placed his hand on your shoulder making you flinch. "Hey, it's only me. Are you okay?" He inquired softly, frowning at the fear etched across your face. You closed your eyes and blocked the part of your mind which was responsible for your communication with her. "I had a dream last night." You informed Jin as he raised his eyebrow, urging you to continue. You took shaky breaths in, looking down at your boots and trying to get the story out. "Could you please just see it for yourself?" You pleaded, looking up at Jin through your lashes. His heart melted at how vulnerable you looked, he wanted to protect you and hide you from the entire world. Nodding at you, he held your hand before slipping through the barriers of your mind and finding your dream.

You observed his expressions, making guesses at what made him clench his jaw and frown. He opened his eyes calmly, glancing at your worried ones. He cupped your cheeks and told you not to worry, trying to sound as convincing as possible. You had missed the look in his eyes, they were angry. Completely understandable. But they weren't only angry, it was almost scary. He was furious at your dream. Because it wasn't just a dream, it was the reality. Unknowingly, you saw the future and you were still clueless. Jin told you to rest while he performed the cloaking spell, glancing at you every once in a while to make sure you were okay. You tried taking a nap on the couch, telling yourself again and again that you'd be fine. Jin joined you and you laid your head on his chest, listening to the rhythmic beating of his heart while talking about random stuff to distract yourself. After a while, you found yourself laughing at the stories and jokes Jin told you. He enjoyed watching your eyes crinkle whenever you laughed, it was his new favourite sight. Your fingers came across an amulet that hung around his neck. It was black with hints of blue and purple. You ran your fingers across it, not noticing the way Jin's heart beat quickened. "What's this?" You asked, completely focusing your attention on how beautiful it looked. "I've had it ever since I can remember, I probably got it from my mother." He answered, knowing he left you more curious. You didn't reply, continuing to fiddle with the silver chain on which the amulet hung until something happened.

Save us. Save us. Save us.

You hurriedly got up from the couch and stared wide eyed at the amulet. You placed your hands on your ears, still hearing the whispers. "Stop!" You shouted while closing your eyes to block out everything. The agony and the defeat in the voices spread through your heart. Who did they need help from? Jin was horrified on seeing you struggle so much for he didn't have a clue as to what happened. He shook your shoulders, trying to get you out of your trance. It was then that he had felt it and he wasn't alone. The feeling of your powers leaving your body came and left like the wind. You exchanged questioning looks with Jin. "D-did you feel that?" You murmured, panic settling in your heart. This only meant one thing, they were here. The both of your heads turned to the door, straining your ears to hear any kind of chanting but there was none. And it came again, this time more strong. Dizziness took over you as you felt weaker and weaker until you fell to the floor. You saw Jin fall too, your vision becoming hazier by the second. You stretched out your hand to him, knowing this was probably the last time you were seeing him. "Jin..." You whispered before being consumed into the darkness.

You were picked up and taken to the bedroom, your unconscious self being tucked under the covers. Jin kissed your forehead and caressed your face. "Like I said, love, no one is gonna take you away from me." He whispered, admiring the way your face was illuminated by the lights streaming in through the window. It was already dark outside, the moon being the only source of light in the room. Jin gently closed the door so as to not disturb you and headed back to the small living room. He plopped down on the couch and leaned his head on the headrest, recollecting the number of things that happened since he met you. You were too innocent for your own good even though you portrayed otherwise.

He stared at the ceiling before a smirk etched itself on his lips. You, Y/N Corey, were finally his after keeping an eye on you for years. The first time Jin had seen you was when he was 17. He was wandering around the same forest where his current place of residence was located. It had been a bright sunny morning with the cheerful chirping of the birds and the calming sound of the water flowing in the river. He followed the sound of the water only to hide behind a tree on seeing you. You sat on the grass with a sad face, your hands cradling a beautiful dove with blood staining it's white wings. It was hurt and you were too. Your hair was long and decorated with colourful pansies, you were a flawless sight to him. He peeked at you from behind the bark, basking in the sunlight and wondering if you were an angel. He frowned when you placed the dove on the grass and closed your eyes while holding you palm over it's injured body. His mouth formed an 'o' when he saw the wound disappear, not that he wasn't aware of the magical world. He tilted his head as you smiled and let the dove fly away. That was when he had decided he wanted to know you. Jin didn't have many friends and he'd never had interactions with a girl before. He was curious about you and that led him to discover the extent of power he had. All these years, he had monitored your every move, along with slipping into your mind and finding out about your desires when your guard was down. He felt guilty but he couldn't help himself. He was infatuated with you since a long long time and you were obviously oblivious to this information. He saw the way your coven forced you to hate on warlocks, it wasn't good for him. But he couldn't be more proud when he found you scowling at their thoughts. Since then, everything had been carefully planned. Your coven wasn't wrong about him as they had already seen how dark seokjin's mind was. They just failed to see how you were the one he was determined to have, concluding that he probably just wanted to be more powerful. It was sad that almost everything he told you was a lie, including him being adopted. But he knew that it was a sensitive topic for you, for someone who never had a complete family. He was grateful that you never asked his family anything regarding that, probably thinking it wasn't your place to say anything. Otherwise, everything would have gone downhill from there. His family was very much his and unaware of what was going on through their son's mind.

The door to the cabin flew open but Jin didn't even flinch. Your mother walked in along with a bunch of witches and warlocks with her. Your coven lady, Gina entered last with the head of the warlock community, Bastian. The pure horror on their faces when they saw Jin sitting unbothered and completely conscious was laughable. They all had worked together to drain both of your magic and make you fall asleep. Clearly, it hadn't worked very well. "It's funny how you thought you'd be able to take me down with a handful of beginners." Jin chuckled, standing up from his place on the couch and clutching his hands behind him. Gina stared at him in disbelief, this hadn't happened before. She knew just how powerful Jin was, which is why she had decided to join hands with the warlocks. This wasn't just about getting you away from a warlock, it was more about saving you from him. "Why are you doing this, Jin? Let Y/N go! She doesn't deserve to be with someone like you." Your mother said, bravely taking a step towards him. Jin tilted his head to the side, his eyes darkening as he glared at her. The atmosphere in the room was sickening, it made everyone dizzy and weak. Bastian could tell something was wrong but he couldn't quite place his finger on it.

"And she deserves people like you? I have done nothing wrong by loving her and I don't have any intentions of letting her go back to your stupid coven." He hissed at her, clenching his fists in anger. Bastian came to stand between Jin and your mother, staring at Jin with all the confidence he had. "You do know that I can kill you with a snap of my fingers. Give the girl back and you'll live." He threatened, eyes full of disgust and hate. Bastian's eyes fell on the black amulet, concluding that maybe that was why Jin was standing unharmed in front of him. Amulets were usually enchanted with protective spells, serving as an advantage to the bearer. Without any hesitation, he clutched it to get it off Jin's neck, only to yell in pain and stumble back. Jin smirked, loving the way Bastian writhed in pain. Gina gasped and knelt down beside him, holding his hand to see what made him react like that. Agonizing screams filled her head, the kind you'd hear if you burned someone. She pulled away in an instant, staring at Jin in fear. The other witches and warlocks waited to be told what was wrong. "You-you..." Gina mumbled, not being able to get the words out of her mouth. Jin sighed in boredom, when he left town with you, this wasn't what he thought was going to happen. But then again, he hadn't exactly cloaked the cabin because he wanted nothing more than to kill all these people who were coming between you and him. "Yes, Gina, I collect souls. And not just anyone's soul, only the ones who I deem worthy." He smiled mockingly at her as everyone's face turned pale. A man who collected souls and gained power from them was believed to be untouchable. This was something that every witch wrote in her grimoire and every warlock learned about but nobody had ever seen someone like that. Myths don't always stay myths.

Your mother's eyes watered as she glanced around the room and tried to find you. Her eyes stopped on the closed door, her mind screaming at her to open it. Seeing that Jin was too distracted with everyone else, she rushed to the door, pushing it open without further delay. She sighed in relief as everyone's eyes turned to her, including Jin. He gritted his teeth, not liking it one bit that your mother had so rudely tried to disturb you. With a small smile on her face, your mother entered the room only to be stopped by an invisible barrier. She gulped, not wanting to believe that Jin had enchanted the room. Taking in a deep breath, she tried again only to be pushed back.

"No no no...Y/N! Y/N, wake up, honey! We need to go home, please wake up!" She begged, hitting the barrier while crying. Jin stormed over to her and gripped her arm, dragging her behind him while she desperately tried to free herself. "That's enough! I'm not entertaining any of you anymore." He stated, throwing your mother to the ground and spreading his arms before closing his eyes and beginning his chant.

"Adiuro te per virtutem a senioribus, ut partem alteram, a quo nunquam revertetur."

Within seconds, everyone's screams filled the room as black smoke rose above them, their souls painfully leaving their body. Your mother sat still, confused as to why nothing was happening to her. She watched as Gina and Bastian fell to the floor, their eyes completely white, making her squirm. She cried as everyone's body dropped with a thump, placing her hand over her mouth as the black smoke vanished into Jin's amulet. Everything stilled, only your mother's whimpers echoing through the room. "I won't kill you, mother. But I'll do just enough to make sure you never lay a finger on my Y/N." Jin confessed, kneeling down beside her, referring to when your mother had slapped you. He placed his hands on either sides of her head, shutting her voice out as he took away her memories. All her life flashed in front of her eyes, from the moment you were born to when she saw you soundly sleeping, oblivious to everything that was happening. "I love you, honey." She mumbled before passing out, Jin's smile being the last thing she saw.

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You woke up with a groan, your head pounding as you held onto it. Squinting, you looked at the night light streaming in through the little place where the curtain didn't cover the window. You slowly got out of bed and stepped out of the bedroom, glancing around to see any signs of Jin. You heard noises from the kitchen and followed it, smiling on finding Jin cooking food. You crossed your arms and leaned on the doorframe, happy that this was something you were going to get used to. "So you can cook too?" You asked, making Jin look at you with a raised eyebrow. He wiped his hands on a hand towel before making his way to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to him, smiling at you adoringly. "Did you have a good nap?" He inquired as you nodded and leaned into his chest. Jin inhaled your scent and hugged you tighter, satisfied with the way things had turned out. You spotted the fire outside the cabin, frowning and pulling away from Jin to see it closely. You stared out the window and tried to find the cause of the fire, sighing when you didn't see anyone. "Probably some teens having a bonfire." Jin said nonchalantly, as if he hadn't just burned everyone's bodies in that very fire. Shrugging you turned to him, blushing when you saw him staring at you with love struck eyes. Biting your bottom lip, you went to hug him and hid your face in his shirt. He chuckled and kissed your head, resting his chin on it. Your heart fluttered, this was probably the best you ever felt. This was home now, Jin was home and you didn't want it any other way. "Oh I almost forgot. I think your mother sent something for you. I found it lying by the door." He said, fishing out a paper from his pocket. You frowned and took it, telling Jin you'll be back as he nodded and let you go. You headed to the bedroom and shut the door, wanting to be alone. If your mother sent this, then she probably already knew where you were already. It wasn't really possible to teleport things without knowing the exact location. You quickly unfolded the paper and began to read it.

∂єαя у/и,

ɪ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ. ɪ ᴡᴀs ʜᴏᴘɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ɢᴜᴇss ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴡʀᴏɴɢ. ɪ sᴘᴇɴᴛ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪᴛ ᴇɴᴅs, ɪ'ʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. ɪ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ɢʀᴏᴡɴ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴅᴇᴄɪsɪᴏɴs. ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ, ᴀ ᴡᴀʀʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ. ɪ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴏᴠᴇɴ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪs ᴡʜʏ, ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴄʟᴜsɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴡᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ, ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ɪɴ ғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴜs, ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴜᴛʏ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴠᴇɴ. ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ʏ/ɴ, ɪ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʜᴀᴠᴇ. ғᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪ ғᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀs ᴀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ʙᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʏ sᴀғᴇ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴀʟʟ ɪ ᴀsᴋ.

You sniffled, looking at the letter, flinching at the sudden knock on the door before it opened. "Dinner's rea- oh, are you okay, love?" He asked, frowning in concern. You nodded and gave him a tight lipped smile, sad but happy with how everything was going. You placed the letter beneath your pillow and made your way out of the room, holding Jin's hand on the way. Jin couldn't explain how ecstatic he felt that he had take away the part of your memory right before you fell unconscious. He wasn't sure how he would explain the pleas of help that you had heard. He didn't have to deal with that anymore though. In your mind, you had only fallen asleep without any trouble. "They aren't coming after us, Jin." You stated cautiously, looking at his reaction. Obviously, he already knew. He had carefully come up with the appropriate words and made your mother write it by keeping her under a spell before sending her far from you. "Really?" He asked, faking surprise as you nodded at him. He smiled and held you hand in his, giving it a light squeeze. Hesitantly, you moved closer and placed your lips on his, giving him a short and sweet kiss. He stared at you in amusement as you cupped his cheeks. "You were worth it, Jin." You whispered before kissing him passionately. The amulet glowed, but you didn't notice. It was a memento for Jin, of everything he had done to have you but you didn't notice. Your fate was sealed then and there. Love was crazy and it made everyone crazy. Just like Jin was crazy for you. He had kept his promise of never letting you go and he was gonna make sure it stayed that way. Not even the gods above could do anything about it.

AFTER A BILLION YEARS, I FINALLY POSTED IT. UNEARTHLY: PART ONE OF SEVEN. Excuse any spellings, it's too hard to edit this cause it is too long. I hope this was okay. I have all other stories planned. Please be patient with me, THANK YOU.

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That Damn Sex Pollen! - Part 1

Words: 1884 (ish)

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: SMUT and swearing

"So much for having the weekend off" i muttered quietly as i followed Bucky through the large warehouse.

"You should know its never guaranteed in this line of work by now Y/N" he smirked at me over his shoulder.

"It could at least be something exciting Buck, i mean come onnnn collecting info from a drive??"

"At least we'll be done quick and get back to enjoying the rest of our weekend in peace before they all get back to the compound".

The rest of the team had been called out to a Hydra camp Tony had tracked down, Bucky and I stayed behind as we had had back to back missions for a while and it was our turn to stay home. But when Fury called needing some information extracted there was no choice but for us to go.

Bucky walked into the back office and started the data grab required while i kept watch. It didnt take too long, Bucky was soon walking towards me showing me the drive he had pinched between two fingers "all done, lets go" he said.

Suddenly the doors all slammed shut and automatic locks were heard engaging.

"Shit! Buck whats going on??" I asked pushing at the door.

"Move, let me try" he said before ramming his metal arm into the door, it dented but that was about it.

"I cant get through" he stated before marching off and trying the other doors, nothing.

"Bucky i dont think we're getting out of here without help" i said sitting down on the floor leaning back against the wall as i pulled out my phone "shit, there's no signal in here! Maybe the panic button? It'll take them a while to get here but its all we have" i pulled back the plastic casing on my bracelet that held the panic button Tony insisted we have on mission.

"Might as well get comfy Sarge we're gonna be here a while" i stated the obvious and watched as Bucky sat across from me looking nervous.

"This place is so strange..... i mean what are those plants doing in a warehouse?" I asked noticing a load of pink flowered plants off to the side, it looked like they were growing it like marijuana!

"Oh shit...." Buckys eyes went wide suddenly "this can't be happening"

"What cant be happening??.....Jesus christ is it getting hot in here??" I asked suddenly feeling heat rush to my face.

I unzipped my tac vest and shrugged out of it leaving me in my combat pants and black tank top. I notice Bucky shuffling further away from me and it makes me frown "whats wrong with you?" I ask.

"You know what that stuff is??" He points to the pink flowers nervously, i shake my head not really caring. Its like a fog has descended and all i notice is Bucky..... he is beautiful! Heat burns low in my belly as my eyes roam Bucky's muscular form, imaging what he looks like naked! It wouldn't be the first time i had pictured that!

"They call it sex pollen! Y/N do you understand what that is??"

"Mmhmmm let me guess, makes you really horny?" I asked as i pressed my thighs together, shit this is embarrassing!

"Just stay over there..... help will be here soon. We can fight this". Bucky says through gritted teeth, his hands fisted at his sides.

It had been hours and we were still stuck in this fucking warehouse with the god damn sex pollen!! It was absolute torture!! Bucky was now only in his combat pants and tank top and i couldnt help but imagine his arms around me.... those hands on my body, his fingers inside....

"You okay over there? You’re kinda staring" Bucky asked bringing me back to reality.

"Not really" i stated wiping at the sweat on my forehead and neck "its getting worse..... its starting to hurt Buck" i said honestly.

"Thats what it does, it'll get worse until you get the antidote or...."

"Or what??"

"Scratch the itch so to say" he blushed, Bucky had thought about being with you so many times but not under these circumstances.

"You mean until its fucked outta me??" I asked with wide eyes.

"Yeah" he nodded reaching down to readjust himself in his pants. He'd been rock hard for hours now and all he wanted to do was bury himself inside you and help you both out!

"You might have to do it Buck, im not joking! I feel like im dying!" I said a couple hours later as i laid on the cold floor trying to cool down my over heated skin, i was almost crying at how much it hurt.

"We cant do that Y/N....."

"Please Bucky" i whined but he just looked away "fine, i'll take care of myself" i huffed undoing my pants and slipping my hand in my panties that were absolutely soaked at this point!

"What are you doing doll...." he asked his voice hitching at the sight in front of him.

"I have to! I need the pain to stop Buck I'm dying...." as my fingers made contact with my clit a loud moan escaped my mouth uncontrollably!

"Jesus fucking christ....." i heard Bucky mutter and looked over to see him palming his cock through his trousers as he watched me.

"You could just help me out...."

"Come over here" he said holding his hand out to me, his eyes were full of lust as he pulled me into his lap pressing me down on his hard cock and rocking me against him. My head fell back and i moaned in ecstasy at the feeling of him but it wasn't enough!! I needed the real thing and so did he.

"We cant do this....." Bucky said in my ear as his hands slipped under my tank top and caressed my naked back.

"You only want this because of that damn plant"

"Ive always wanted you Buck" i mumbled pressing kisses to his neck as my hands reached for his top, i needed to feel more of him against me.

"What?? You want me??" He asked wide eyed looking for any sign that i was lying.

"From the second i met you i wanted you" i admitted before leaning in and pressing my lips to his. He was quick to return the kiss, his tongue tracing my bottom lip....

"Please fuck me Bucky..... i need you so bad!" I begged as i rubbed myself over his huge bulge to get some friction.

"Ive wanted to hear you say that for so long doll!" He practically growled in my ear before laying me back against the cold warehouse floor. I watched as Bucky pulled my already open pants down my legs with my panties and sat back looking at my soaking wet cunt before him. He reached out with his metal hand and run his fingers through my wet folds earning him a moan as my back arched up off the floor.

"So fucking pretty!" He said before reaching for his own pants and finally freeing his hard cock.

"Oh god, look at that thing!" I said seeing the size of it as it sprung free.

"You like what you see doll?" He asked smirking down at me.... smug bastard!

I bit at my bottom lip and nodded as i reached forward to wrap my hand around the base of his cock before lining it up with my entrance.

"Fuck me James" i begged looking into his almost black eyes, almost all of the blue had disappeared.

"Yes m'am" he smiled before pushing forward and finally giving me what i needed.... what i wanted!

The sounds he made as he fucked me were absolute sin, i swear i could cum just listening to him!!

"Oh Buck you feel so fucking good....."

"Yeah? You like feeling my hard cock filling your tight little pussy??"

"God yes!! Dont ever stop" i cried out when he thrust harder into me going even deeper than before.

"You’re gonna feel me inside you for days baby!" He said before kissing my neck. His hands were on my breasts kneading and pinching.....

"I need to cum! Please Bucky let me cum" i begged for my release.

"You gonna cum all over my cock??"

"Yes!! Shit yes!!" I cried out as i felt his fingers start to circle my clit and he increased the speed of his thrusts, my stomach tightened and then i was screaming his name my eyes squeezed so tight i saw stars! He gave a few more thrusts and then i felt him release inside me. His hips slowly coming to a stop but his cock remained inside me.

"Wow..... that was...." i panted as my hands run up his chest and over his shoulder to rest on his back. Bucky leaned forward and kissed me again but this time it was much more passionate.

"That was amazing. So much better than i ever imagined...."

"I know the feeling" i smiled "i love you Buck..... you know that right?" I suddenly said as my thumb traced over his bottom lip.

"I do now" he smirked "i love you too Doll".

After another round of mind blowing sex we started getting dressed.....We didn't want to risk any of the team catching us.

"Y/N..... what are we going to do about this?" Bucky asked avoiding eye contact. I couldn't believe this was the same man who had been saying such dirty things to me as he fucked me 10 minutes earlier.

"I don't know Buck..... i meant what i said before. I do love you.... it wasn't the sex pollen making me say those things"

"I know, me too" he nodded taking my hand and entwining our fingers.

Suddenly there was a banging on the main door we entered through earlier.

"Y/N..... Buck?? You in there?" Came the loud booming voice of one Sam Wilson.

"Yes!! Sam we're in here!" I called back grabbing my tac vest and pulling it back on and zipping it up.

"Hold on sugar we'll have you out in no time" he called back.

When the door finally opened Sam was grinning at us like an idiot "i cant believe you two got locked in here".

"Makes three of us!" I laugh and head towards the door, im rushed by a flustered looking Steve Rogers.

"Oh my god are you okay?" He asked wrapping his arms around me "i was so worried when i saw your panic button had been activated!!"

"Im fine" i nodded quickly "the download must have triggered an old security measure.....all the doors slammed shut and Buck and i couldnt get them open"

"Dont scare me like that again baby okay?!" He said before pressing his lips to mine "lets go home".

"Sounds good to me"

"You okay Buck?" Steve asked his best friend who had stayed standing away from us.

"All good Steve" he nodded grabbing his tac jacket from the floor and heading to the door.

"Hey, thanks for looking out for my girl Buck" Steve called after his friend. Bucky just gave him a quick nod before walking out and joining the rest of the team on the quinjet.

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #winter soldier #bucky fanfic #bucky imagine #bucky x you #sebastian stan

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Credulous

Ch. 6: J…….

Genre: FallenGuardianAngel! Jimin, Supernatural

Members: Jimin

Pairings: Jimin x y/n

Synopsis: love is an uncontrollable feeling, even for those who were meant to protect, and only protect. Nothing more and nothing less. Yet somehow, there was always outliers.

Warnings: None really

Word count: 5.8k

A/N: Hope you all enjoy! Please like and reblog if you do!

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The bus I took was pretty barren, like a desert with cactus in randoms spots, with the occasional eagle perched on it. I took my seat, somewhere in the middle, near the back. The driver took a few minutes to finish loading the luggage. As he did I got comfortable in my seat, resting my head on the window. The smell of vanilla with lavender and roses was slightly filling my space, it wasn’t strong in the slightest. As a matter of fact, the vanilla wasn't as apparent as the flowery smells. The connection Jimin and I shared was becoming apparent as well, but barely even there. “Rest your head on my shoulder.” He whispered, as if not to startle me. I felt slight panic though, I was afraid someone would see him and wonder how he got on. “Only you can see me right now, and hear me for that matter.” He reassures me as if he read my thoughts. I give a little sigh, relaxing as I rest my head on him. I’d be lying if I said I felt the same amount of warmth I felt when we first met. Everything about him from that night was starting to disappear, or lessen at least. I wondered if maybe it was because I was getting use to his presence or if it was the stress he’d mentioned before, taking its toll on him. If it was the latter, I worried for him. Even if he was a heavenly being, the fact that he had stress at all proved to me that he could be fragile too.

I entangled my hand in his, trying to return the comfort he’d giving me all this time, hoping that maybe I could act as a remedy that could get his heart beating again. “Malum.” Jimin whispered, repositioning his chin atop my head, ever so gently, it was as if he was barely pressing down. “Hm?” I hummed slightly, letting my eyes flutter shut. “You know I love you, right?” He asked, his voice was filled with more emotion than I’d ever heard anyone put into words. The suddenness of them catching me off guard, the genuine raw emotion burning through my ears, like hot iron making its way to my heart until it left a permanent mark. I didn’t know what to say, or what to do. “I…” I pushed away from him, staring up into his eyes. They were soft, not expecting anything, just hopeful. I just wasn't sure what they hoped for.

“All I want is your safety and happiness. You know that, right?” He continued. I don’t know why I’d felt so weird about it, he was my guardian, that’s what he meant when he said it. He loves me as much as any other guardian angel can love their assigned human, that’s what he meant. Nothing more to it. So why did I feel so oddly about it? “Of course.” I whispered back to him, as I noticed that the driver had finally made it in, getting ready to pull out of the station. Anyone who was remotely close to me, was wearing headphones. I could talk freely to Jimin without anyone questioning me, but I didn’t want to be louder than a whisper because the same silence would make my voice identifiable. If the driver heard me, he’d think I was crazy.

My hold on his hand tightens, as if to assure him. “I’d be lost without you.” The words escape my lips in such a breathy whisper, as I let myself rest on his shoulder again, hoping to drift into sleep even if just for a little while. His soft humming lulling me into slumber. I was supposed to be back home, at my parents house before midnight, which gave me plenty of time to rest. So I let the movement of the bus’ wheels on the concrete ground rock me, like a baby being carried by its mother on a rocking chair. Everything was so peaceful.

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“We are currently 8 minutes away from our destination. Please be sure to gather all your belongings and be ready for our arrival. Don’t forget to wait for your luggage after you’ve gotten off.” The drivers announcement wakes me up. I’m thankful that he speaks in such a soft voice, saving me from being startled awake. As I regain consciousness, I realise that Jimin is gone now. My eyes look to the window to see the familiar city I’d been away from longer than I’d like. I waited for the bus driver to give me my luggage before walking into the bus station to await a taxi I'd called.

It didn't take long to arrive home from the station, nothing over 10 minutes. Which was great because I made it home with a little less than half an hour left before 12. I paid off the taxi with the remainder of the 100 dollar tip I'd received from the odd customer. I still could not believe that, that money was literally just enough to pay for my bus ticket and the taxi ride here. My head was starting to throb as I tried to explain how a simple customer, who had given me a weird nickname by the way, was able to predict what I’d go through? There was no way, he’d probably just been generous with what he decided was a fair amount to tip, and decided to write whatever?

Trying my best to put the thought aside, I knocked on my parents door and waited for them to open. I hoped I wasn't waking them, I had warned them I'd be here around this time. “Y/n! My beautiful daughter, oh you're home!” My mother says excitedly as she opens the door, pulling me into a tight hug. My father laughing behind her, bringing my suitcase inside with him. “Come on in sweetheart, you must be cold.” She ushers me inside the warm home, the one I've missed for quite some time now. Being an adult was tough, and being away from your parents for the first time was worse. I knew it was part of life, and I didn't mind it, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss being in this house. In their presence. “I've missed you both. So much.” I sigh as I hug my dad, he pats my back slowly.

“We're so glad to have you home.” He smiles down at me, kissing the top of my head. The lights are mostly off but the ones that are, are dim creating a cozy environment. “Why don't you go rest, and we’ll plan something for tomorrow in the morning.” Mom asks me as they lead me up stairs. Even though I’d slept on the way here, I’m still exhausted. So of course I nod my head in agreement as we come up to my room. “Goodnight sweetie.” My mother says as she opens my door before walking off with dad. It’s just as I left it before moving out into my apartment. My white desk with all sorts of stationary on it, sticky notes on the wall in front of it. The fairy lights I had hung all over my room still intact, I wondered if they still worked though. I laid my suitcase on the floor and opened it, bringing out my pajamas. My burgundy bed covers perfectly made, it looked so inviting. I changed quickly and got into bed, leaving my phone charging on my nightstand. My mind drifted off not too long after and I welcomed it, ready to rest.

Instead of drifting into peaceful sleep, however, my mind started to go into dreamland for the first time in awhile. Only it wasn't a dream, but a nightmare. A weird distorted image of Jimin replying in my head. Oddly enough, the strange customer who had given me the 100 dollar tip was behind him, wicked smile on his lips, horns on his head paired with dark crimson wings. The same color as the tears streaming down Jimin's face, which was contorted into a pained expression. His hands tied behind his back whispering apologizes as I tried to run towards him, but I wasn't moving, my body trapped in place. The man behind him brought his hand up, his fingers getting ready to snap. All I could hear was my agonizing screams, asking him to stop, but it was useless. He'd snapped his fingers, and flames consumed Jimin. My body shot up in my bed as hot tears slipped down my cheeks, burning like alcohol on fresh wounds. I couldn't believe I had witnessed that, even if it was just a nightmare. So vividly, it was like it had truly happened. My hand came to my throat as I tried to breathe, but it was hard as I started hyperventilating.

“Malum? Are you okay?” Jimin was quick to rush to my side, bringing me into his embrace. “I thought I'd lost you.” I manage through heavy breathing. It didn't seem like just a nightmare, if I was honest, and that scared me. I wrapped my arms around him, not wanting to let him go. Afraid that he'd be taken from me. I've only known him for half a month, but I felt like I'd known him my whole life. I hadn't realised the gravity of just how much I cared for him. The way he looked at me when I studied, his adoring smile always made me blush. How he'd always check on me, to make sure I was alright, helping me out with such meaningless things like finding my keys. The fact that he knew what I wanted, when I wanted it. All he wanted was for me to be okay, but I didn't know that all I wanted was for him to be so too. I wanted him to stay by my side for as long as I could have him.

I was afraid I was becoming too attached to him, of what my feelings for him really were. He was my guardian, and he could never be anything more. “Please say that you'll always stay.” Another stream of tears slipped down, as I couldn't imagine him being ripped away from me. He pushed back the strands of my hair, holding my face from either side, wiping away my tears with his thumbs. His eyes staring into my soul, their beautiful dark brown shade was mesmerizing. “What are you saying? I'll always stay here. With you.” He leans in, leaving a reassuring kiss on my forehead. God I hoped my nightmare as meaningless, I hoped with everything inside me that his words weren't anything but the truth.

“I just can't imagine not having you.” I sighed into his neck as he held me close. Just as I'd said that, a knock came from my door. “Honey? Is someone in there with you?” My mother's voice chimed in, somewhat muffled because of the door. A slight panic came over me as I tried to think of an excuse. “No… No, not at all. I'm just talking to myself.” I face palmed at my own excuse, I'd probably sounded crazy. Not like most people didn't do it, but no one would admit it, because it would make them sound like a lunatic.

“Are you sure? I swear a heard a man's voice.” She insists, Jimin leans back slightly, his head falling back as he giggles quietly, watching me struggle. “Oh, I'm just watching something on my phone. But did you need anything?” I ask trying to change the subject as I hit Jimin’s arm. Not that it helps, so instead I cover his mouth with my hand. “Okay, well breakfast is ready. Why don't you come down and eat with us.” She says, thankfully not mentioning it again.

“I'll be right down.” I wait for her footsteps to sound further away before I remove my hand from his mouth, giving him a stern look. All he can do is raise his hands in the air as if he wasn't sure what he'd done wrong. “You just love seeing me panic, trying to cover for you, don't you?” He chuckles shaking his head. I get up from my bed, walking to my suitcase.

“Of course not… Besides that would be bad for me.” I could tell from his tone he wasn't being serious, even though half of his sentence was true. “Just admit it. You evil man, making me struggle.” I try my best to sound serious, but the slight laugh in my tone is apparent.

“Okay, just a little.” He giggles again. I grab my shoe and fling it at him, but once I turn to look at him he's gone and in his place is the shoe I’d thrown laying on my bed. There's a slight pull at my heart, as the images of my nightmare flashback for a second. Hoping this isn't the last time I see him, I gather a change of clothes and my toothbrush. After I'd washed up and changed, I walked down to the dining table. My favorites were set up on the table, in elaborate arrangements, pleasing to the eye. I was more than ready to dig in. “Mom… You really didn't have too.” I smile at her, taking a seat. I'd missed her cooking so much, and to wake up with all my breakfast favorites was a wish come true. At the same time I didn't want her to overwork herself for me. “It's been so long since you were home. I thought it would be perfect.” She smiles, as the smell of everything makes my mouth water.

“It is, it's perfect. Thank you, mom.” I pick up my fork, taking a bite. All of the flavors coming together in perfect harmony, nothing to overpowering, but just right. A symphony of flavors bursting in my mouth. It really had been so long since I'd had her cooking. “Your mother and I were thinking of going to the science museum. The one we use to go to when you were younger. You loved that place so much, we thought it would be perfect.” Dad smiles at me, waiting to see my reaction. I nod quickly, loving the idea. I could barely remember the place, as it had been that long.

“I heard they added some new stuff, is it true?” I wondered out loud. The website for the museum had mentioned something along those lines a couple months ago, but I wasn't sure if I'd read correctly because I was multitasking as I had done it. “A colleague of mine went with her son just a few weeks ago. She said there was new additions and some changes to already existing exhibitions.” Mom explained, which made me get so much more excited for it. Both my parents were what some might call, science nerds, so naturally growing up they'd shown me related things. I grew a liking to it, of course. But I had a feeling my parents always knew it wasn’t for me. Although, to be fair I wasn’t sure what was for me.

“Well I’m excited to go! It’s been so long since we’ve done something as a family.” I smiled happily at the both of them. We finished eating soon after, mom sending me up to my room to get ready, stating that surely I had nicer clothes to wear. I laughed at her comment and agreed, a somewhat prestigious place like that wasn’t to show up in ripped jeans and a simple tee. I replaced my current outfit for a black skirt and a beige blouse tucked into it, pairing it with black boots. The car ride to the museum wasn't too long, at least it didn't feel long, but it did take close to 40 minutes. It was pretty far away from home, but we still managed to make it relatively early in the morning.

The line to get inside was pretty big, so much so that many were standing outside waiting to go in. Surprisingly so, the line moved relatively fast. More than I'd expect it to with this many people waiting. We finally made it inside and started exploring. Taking pictures here and there. As we went along we noticed all the new additions that were made. Like the electric wall that makes your hair go crazy because of negative and positive energy mixing. Or the new area that was dedicated to climate change, and the negative effects it had on the atmosphere, and the earth in the long run. Everything was just as interesting as I’d remembered it, my parents throwing big scientific words around as they explained things to me. Not that I’d understand everything, but I got the gist of it, I enjoyed listening to them happily explain things to me. Watching them enjoy it made me happy.

After some time of walking, we headed out for lunch. “Wasn’t that just amazing?” Dad asked me as he buckled his seatbelt. The both of them with big smiles on their faces. “They adore you so much. How could they not?” Jimin’s voice says from beside me, my head turns so quickly to see him seated beside me, I think I nearly gave myself whiplash. He can only laugh at me, as I try to go back to conversing with my parents. “Yeah, just how I remember it as a child. I love the climate change section they added.” I try to keep our conversation going. Which works, my parents both busy talking to each other about it now. “Did you miss me.” He asks, innocent smile across his lips, I can only shake my head at his comment. “Do you always have to startle me when I’m around people?” I giggle slightly as I whisper to him, my parents not even aware, thankfully.

“I’m sorry, I just needed to check on you. After what seemed like a nightmare this morning, I wanted to see for myself that you were alright.” His eyes are sincere, as I hold his hand in mine. I couldn’t have asked for anyone better to be my guardian. “As long as you’re here, I’ll always be alright.” I couldn’t help but smile at him. I was starting to forget my parents were still in the car, because my mom was calling my name when I heard their voices again. “Hmm?” I ask her.

“I was just asking where you’d like to go for lunch.” She repeats herself. I didn't realise I completely stop listening to them, I'd only paid attention to Jimin in that short span of time. I was just so glad that he was back, because to be honest with myself, my heart had been beating irrationally this whole time. Worried he'd never comeback, I couldn't help but feel anxious. Maybe I should get use to it though, seeing as he was breaking rules letting me see him. Letting me know he exists, not that he ever mentioned it, but I was starting to realise it. “Anywhere is fine.” I smiled slowly at my mom as she nodded, my dad pulled out of the parking lot, taking us wherever. I could only look back to Jimin, trying to burn his image in my head, in case the ones upstairs decided it was time he stopped visiting me.

My parents started talking again and I commented here and there, as I did I felt Jimin’s hand leave mine. He was gone again. I fought the anxiety that was building up inside me, and tried to keep smiling for my parents. We finally made it to a restaurant we use to frequent when I was much younger. We made it in, and got seated almost immediately and just as quickly got our orders taken. “Sweetie.” My mom spoke to me, fixing her shirt.

“Yeah?” I gave her my full attention, waiting for her to say what was on her mind. “You never told us why you had the week of from both work and school.” She wondered, which she was right about, I’d only mentioned I had the week off but never explained why to her. I was still quite shocked at what was happening in school to be honest. “I still can’t believe why myself, but apparently the dean and couple professors have been money laundering with the students tuitions.” I shook my head slight as I sighed. Both my parents went wide eyed, not being able to believe it. “Money laundering?” My dad repeated as I nodded my head, insuring him that’s what I’d said. There reactions were similar to mine, when Rae had first told me.

“Yeah, Rae said that one of our professors was involved so there was a chance that by the time we went back to school, we’d have a new professors.” My mother raised an eyebrow as if saying wow. Which I agreed to. “What about work?” My dad questioned. I took a sip of my drink before answering his questions. I made a mental note to call Stephen later this week, see how he's doing. Poor guy, I could only imagine what he was going through. He'd seemed so rough the last time I'd seen him at work. “My boss gave us the week off, apparently his mother was in an accident. He just didn't want to deal with the shop, since he had to go and take care of her.” They both nodded, taking in the information.

“Poor guy, is his mother badly injured?” Mom inquiries, but frankly I didn't know. Stephen didn't give us any specifics, and I didn't blame him. He didn't have to tell us, if he wanted to keep his private life as that, private, then I was okay with that. “I'm not sure, he didn't say. He looked really stressed out though. I hope she's okay.” I sighed, I really hoped for the best for him and his family. The rest of the lunch went peacefully as we reminisced. Silly things I use to do as a child, places we'd use to go together, or short vacations we'd go on. I'd missed my parents and spending today with them was great. I felt refreshed.

That was until we'd gotten home, and I realised that I still didn't have my wallet or anything with me. Which of course I needed. I knew my parents could probably buy my ticket for me without a problem, as a matter of fact they insisted once I told them why I needed to go to the bank. But I didn't want to rely on them or their money. So, I walked to the bank that was near our house. Of course, dad argued that he could drive me, but it was in walking distance and I didn't mind. Eventually he gave up and they let me walk. The walk there was around ten minutes, which wasn't too bad, but it was chilly out so I was glad I decided to put on a sweater. I just hadn’t noticed that I’d mindlessly put on Jimin’s sweater until my mom pointed it out, before I’d left.

“Is that a man’s sweater?” She asked me, as she inspected it. I was caught by surprise, looking down at it. “Oh… I uh… I saw it at a store and really liked it. I didn’t mind that it was a man’s. Why? Does it look okay?” I asked her, trying to sound as innocent as possible. She brushed it off saying it looked nice on e regardless and walked away to the living room with my dad.

It still had his scent on it, strong vanilla with slight lavender and roses. I missed that smell. These days, his stress was making him change in all aspects. His light was dimmed, his roots turning black, his scent barely there, and our connection was weak. But his sweater reminded me of how cheerful and full of light he was when I first met him. I wished I could do something to help him get over his stress. I made it to the bank sooner than I thought, must have been because I was so caught up thinking of my guardian. “Hi, how can I help you today?” The woman behind the desk asked as she looked away from her computer screen. Her perfectly placed dark brown hair. Not a strand out of place.

“Hi, I just wanted to take out some money. I’m here on vacation, but I forgot my wallet at home. I wondering if I could do something about it?” I asked her. She smiled kindly, nodding at me, typing something into her keyboard. “Of course, do you have your ID?” She asked me, and I reached into my purse. Thankfully I had left a second ID at home with my parents before leaving to college. I got it out and handed it to the woman her took a look before typing some more. The process wasn’t as hard as I had imagined. She just asked a couple questions that seemed to be routinely. Once she’d given me my money inside a little envelope which I stuffed in my purse, I walked out. Before heading home I decided I wanted to buy some junk food from a convenience store that was close. Little did I know I’d run into David here, much less in my hometown. An odd thought that he’d been stalking me came to mind, but I remembered that he’d said he loved in a different town as well. Maybe he was here visiting as well.

“Y/n? Hey? How are you doing?” He asks, walking closer to me. I smiled at him as he leaned in for a hug. I didn’t want to be rude so I returned it. “I’m fine, I’m sorry about the other day. I really didn’t mean to just leave you there.” I sigh, feeling sorry that I’d done that to him, he didn’t do anything wrong. But I also just couldn’t be there, after what I’d gone through before that, I just needed to run away. “Don’t worry about it, I understand.” He smiles back. I nodded, walking with him through the store as we got what we needed.

“I’d like to take you out soon though, like we said that night.” He smiles, paying for his things, as I wait for him. I wasn’t sure I wanted to go out with him. Leading him on wasn’t fair, and to be quite frank I don’t even know what took over me that night that made me say and agree to things I wasn’t truly feeling.

He’s everything I’ve ever wanted, how could I say no? My mind started up again, just like that night. The vacancy inside my chest coming back just as addictive yet unpleasant as before. The sudden emptiness taking my breath away. But I was quick to regain it, a little use to it. “Yeah… you know what?” I pause, thinking of what I was about to say.

Just say yes, look at those pink lips. So kissable. I need to try them. My voice was starting to become more seductive, but it was odd, didn’t sound exactly like myself. I was confused. “Let’s do it. I've been meaning to see you again.” I was confused at my own words, but I went along with them, even if I wanted to disagree, I couldn’t bring myself to do so. I couldn’t explain why either. But I did notice that everytime I spoke in such away to him, or the thoughts that I was having came to mind, the smell of lavender and roses was growing stronger.

His smile grew from ear to ear which made me do so as well. “Oh great, I’d love that. Maybe when we get back? I know the perfect place to go to. I think you’ll really like it.” He speaks as he guides me out of the store. I just nod my head, walking close to him.

“Sounds great, getting to know you better. We barely got the chance to last time,” I pout slightly, looking up at him. “and I know from the short time we spent together last time, it’ll be fun doing so.” His cheeks stained with a rosy color that I knew well enough it wasn’t from the cold breeze. “But David, you never said why you’re in town.” I wondered out loud.

“Oh, I came to pick something up from a friend who lives here. Since we have the week off school, I decided I’d stay over a little longer. Haven’t seen the guy in a couple months.” He explained with ease, and I nodded as he did, taking in the information as I walked. Relief when he explained, the thoughts of him stalking me escaping. I breathed a little more freely after that. “Are you here visiting someone too?” He questions me now.

“Uh, yeah I came to visit my parents.” I smiled, we were getting closer to the street I had to take a turn on, which meant I may have to say goodbye to David. “Oh that's right. You mentioned you lived two cities away.” His face expressing the sudden remembrance to the piece of information I'd told him that night. I giggled slightly at it, before we were interrupted.

“Malum? What are you doing?” Jimin's familiar voice calls out to me, as I hear his footsteps get closer. My mind told me to ignore him, because if I responded, David would think I was weird, talking to air. My heart dropped in a matter of seconds when David questioned me, however. “Is he talking to you?” He asked, and I realised Jimin wasn't hiding, he was making himself visible to David. I turned around to face him. I noticed the black in his hair was starting to pass being just in his roots. Was he okay?

“Ji… What are you doing here?” I stopped myself from saying his name, not wanting David to hear. Instead I questioned him on his presence, and the fact that he was openly letting David see him. “Your mother sent me out to get you, she felt you were taking too long. Was a bit worried.” He explained as he grabbed the bag from my hand. Obviously I knew he was lying, but why was he? “Let's go home, yeah?” He gestured towards my house with a slight nod of his head.

“Who is he?” David questioned, his expression was a bit bitter at Jimin, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't notice Jimin's sour one as well. “Uh, who are you?” Jimin retorted. My eyes going wide for a second. “This is just, uh… My neighbor, were childhood friends.” I giggled as I tried to come up with an excuse on the spot, hoping David would ignore Jimin's comment. “I really should get going now.” I smiled, I was about to hug him goodbye, but Jimin's hand slipped in mine, catching me off guard. He pulled me away towards my house, all I could do was wave at David instead, as he stood their dumbfounded. His expression growing more confused when Jimin snaked his arm around my waist and kissed near my temple. Leaving me just as confused, as I looked up at him.

I would have said something, but I was just so speechless at Jimin's actions. Once we were a couple houses away from mine, I took my bag and pushed him away. “What were you thinking?” I angrily said, as I walked away. My mom and dad were chatting in the kitchen and didn't stop to ask what they were up to, instead just announcing I was home before rushing up to my room. “What was I thinking? What about you?” Jimin's voice was a bit louder than it usually was with me, a tad bit aggressive as well. I was use to him scolding me sometimes, but even then it was sweet and calm. This? I'd never heard from him, he was so different now.

“Me? I did nothing wrong? I was talking to a friend, coming home. Until you decided to show up, and reveal yourself to him. What the hell was that about?” I fought back, my voice wanting to yell at him, but I knew I couldn't. My parents would come and ask what was going on, and that was out of the question. “Out of all people, him? After what happened a couple nights ago? I don't want you around him. Is that too much to ask? Only look at me. I've told you, you're mine,” He takes a few steps closer to me, his stare is intense, and where his usually brown eyes that had a spark of light in them use to reside, are now deep dark brown eyes that could easily be mistaken for black. An emotion I wasn't familiar with expressed in them. “I need to know you're safe.” I felt like my body was floating, my mind was not existent now, and I was losing myself inside his eyes. That was until I realised that the moment his words left his lips, the black in his hair start consuming the blonde that was left. At the same time, the little bit of light that still followed him was gone, nothing at all was left. I wasn't sure why, but I felt a piece of me leave, in that instant. A single tear fell from my eye, as I reached to touch his hair.

“What's happening to you?” I questioned, my fingers touching the dark strands. The blonde disappeared so quickly, leaving nothing behind but black hair that resembled the feathers of a raven sitting on a windowsill. My heart ached, as I wasn't sure who was standing in front of me anymore. His hand wasn't as warm as it use to be, as he wrapped it around my wrist. His soft lips leaving a kiss on my hand. “I've told you, it's just stress.” I couldn't help but think that I was the one causing him all that stress. He didn't want me around David because of what happened the last time I was with him. He was afraid I would be in danger around him. Here I was, trying to relive his stress, but I was just adding on to it.

“I'm… I'm sorry, I'll stay away from him. Just, please don't worry so much.” I needed to find a way to help him, I just wasn't sure how. “I just need to have you here with me, and everything will be okay.” He pulls me into his embrace, one that feels oddly different in a pool of familiarity.

I was his? As I let him hold me, his words came back and repeated themselves in my head. Only look at me. What did he mean?

#bts jimin #bts jungkook #bts au #bts jhope #bts jin #bts suga #bts #bts angst #bts v #bts namjoon #bts maknae line #bts hyung line #bts guardian au #bts reactions #bts yandere au #bts yandere

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@connor-worries-alot @doomburgerdoodles

Who offers their jacket when the other is cold?: now I'm thinking abt that one tweet of images of connor hugging himself in the cold hhh

So; let's say Connor is more sensitive to cold bc his systems are hypersensitive (listen I'm just trying to project spd onto this autistic robo)

And Connor won't say he's cold, if Markus were to ask him outright Connor would say he was just built to be more aware of it than most androids but he can't feel cold

But Markus calls bs on that when he sees Connor hugging himself and just looking miserable.

So Markus shrugs off his coat and puts it around Connor's shoulders (knowing that if he just simply asked Connor would reject it and pretend he was fine)

and Connor mumbles a quiet thank you and reaches for his hand, Markus takes it without a second thought and thinks even if he could feel the cold as much as Connor this would be enough to keep him warm.

Who giggles uncontrollably when the other playfully picks them up?: both! I like @ndconnor answer to this of markus picking up a sleepy connor, and I also like the idea of connor picking up markus and markus just loving being held and it makes him feel light and carefree and connor loves when his bf doesn't have to be so serious and he can take care of him, markus' whole face needs to glow when he giggles and his nose scrunches up so cutely that connor almost drops him

When one of them has a bad day, what does the other do to help cheer them up?:

when connor has a bad day markus usually remedies it with snuggles bc connor is a big cuddler, if they're at home then they'll just lay in bed together and connor will focus only on the steady beat of markus' thirium pump and the feeling of his arms wrapped around him to drown out everything else

when markus has a bad day connor will wrap his arms around him and hum into his ear, markus will sink against him and intertwine their hands, if markus is feeling up to it connor will interface with him and remind him of better days and that the darkness won't last forever

If they got to pick what one another wears for a day, what would one another wear?:

Connor dresses for comfort and of course Markus always finds him either adorable or handsome but sometimes his style just. clashes so horribly, and Markus would like to see him in something a bit more stylish, a fitted henley shirt (which would still provide some amount of comfort) perhaps with some patterned skinny jeans

Markus always looks good but his style is a little out there sometimes and connor would love to see him in something more...huggable, connor thinks a soft oversized sweater and board shorts would match the softness of markus, as strange as a combination that is

When they sit side by side, do they touch one another? For example, does one person has their arm around the other, do they sit holding hands, or linked arms, ECT.:

it depends where they are but at the very least their pinky fingers are linked, if they're alone or in the company of close friends then connor likes being pressed between the side of a sofa or chair with Markus pressed again his other side, the pressure nice and comforting, and Markus loves holding his hand and the feeling of connor rubbing small circles with his thumb

When did they know that they loved each other, and when did they first tell each other that they loved one another?:

connor takes a while to realise, he feels drawn to markus in a way he can't explain, has since the moment he saw markus' speech in the tower, and it's only intensified since. It's not until he mentions this to hank who laughs and says jokingly sounds like love at first sight that suddenly connor links markus and love in his head together and thinks oh

Markus is a little quicker to realise as he's a big romantic, he's read and watched enough classic love stories to have some idea of what he's feeling, he tries to romance connor when he gets the feeling connor might feel the same way with lovely words and heartfelt gifts but it mostly goes over connor's head

which leads us to when did they first tell each other; markus decides the best thing to do is be perfectly blunt as he knows that's connor's style so he straight up tells him he loves him and connor's expression goes soft and he tells him the same

Who would make a playlist for the other person? What would be featured on the playlist?:

once they start dating connor wants to do romantic gestures for markus as he knows how much he loves them, one of those romantic gestures is a playlist

connor has developed a liking for rock music and markus likes love songs so connor combines the two with a playlist of classic rock love songs

markus is touched and gets them to dance together to it while connor mouths the sappiest parts of the lyrics to him

#this got long lol #long post #q and a #i cant do the other oke in my inbkx till tomorroe sorry #my phone is at 8% and its nearly 1am