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jimlingss · 3 years

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It's B from @bang-tan-bitches and I would like to request a yandere fic. It can be BTS OT7 x reader or BTS member of your choice x reader. Similar to your amazing isekai story i would like something similar(a long one shot or a multi-chapter, your choice). Whether YN transmigrates to a game or a novel (not as a villain but maybe as a cannon fodder side character that has little importance to the story and just wants to lay low) but YN captures the attention of the love interest(s) and shit starts getting weird, intense, uncomfortable. Maybe it causes the supposed female lead to turn into the villain, maybe it causes the love interest(s) to turn into the villain(s). Maybe YN realizes that something is wrong with the story/game but can't figure it out. Idk. Time period doesn't matter. Modern. Ancient. Fairytale. Fantasy. Whatever.

If you can do this great! If you can't or don't want to, that's okay too. You're an amazing writer with so much talent and I'm really appreciative of all your work. Thank you for taking requests from your fans, I'm sure you've received a lot.

Take care! 😘💜💜💜

at the start of the pandemic, I was getting back into manga and manhwa and then after a few months, I dawdled off but recently, I’ve been getting back into it again haha so this request came at a pretty good time. Hopefully you won’t mind that I’ve taken some creative liberties with this request lol I think it’s more fun if I keep readers on their toes, including the requester.

On another note, I really shouldn’t be writing all my isekai’s with Taehyung as the main lead but he’s just so fitting asdfghjkl

↳ The Fox Bride

2.6k || 99% Light Fluff, 1% Angst || Kim Taehyung || Isekai!AU, Slight Yandere!AU, Nine-Tailed Fox!Taehyung

You are a tutorial character.

But you weren’t always. You still remember being a career woman in the twenty-first century, struggling with overtime and paying bills while trying to keep yourself fed. The success of that ranged from month to month. But more importantly, you still remember that night too.

It was rainy. Your car blew a flat tire. You pulled to the side of the highway and got out.

The last thing that registered was the deafening honk of the semi-truck.

Then you felt yourself flying upwards.

But when you landed, instead of colliding with the concrete and dying upon impact, you fell back onto your ass in the middle of a market on a dirt road. Transported back a thousand years ago.

Your purpose was fulfilled in the next two minutes.

“Are you alright?”

The male protagonist had stretched out his hand and helped you up. The hero. The main character. It was obvious with his bright red hair, shining eyes and bronze armour. He was so starkly different from the rest who were gray and drab, including you who was suddenly in a brown shapeless dress. He was practically a neon billboard in the middle of a graveyard.

“Are you Y/N?”

You looked at him, befuddled that he knew your name. But before you could even respond or provide a line of dialogue, he said, “This is a delivery from Baker Jeon. He gives you his thanks.”

The protagonists handed you a loaf of bread. Undoubtedly his first ever quest.

You looked down, not sure what to do with it.

“Do you know where the blacksmith is?”

You had absolutely no clue. But there was the deafening noise of hammering steel literally ten steps away. You would have to be blind not to see the gruff man shaping a sword at an anvil right on the road and deaf not to hear it. As if that wasn’t enough, the literal sign of the shop read: ‘the blacksmith’.

So you pointed.

“Thanks.” And he trudged off.

You were utterly confused until a background character who said they knew you waved you over. You shared your bread with her, brushed aside when she asked you what was wrong, and you followed her as she walked up to your supposed cottage.

All the while, you saw yourself in the background of the hero’s main quest as he ran through the town.

And that was that.

It wasn’t so hard to figure out where you were or what the hell this was when you put your mind to it. Without much of a job or a family, and no technology but the candle that you had to conserve when night fell, there was ample time.

So you spent it thinking and you eventually solved the mystery.

You were in Beast Boys Harem: A Forbidden Embrace. AKA. a dumb yaoi otome game app that you downloaded on your phone when you were sixteen and bored. You remember because you were too cheap to buy the routes, so you played the tutorial, prologue and read the summaries of the routes online. Now you regret that you didn’t just fork over the goddamn five dollars.

Even more than that, you regret that you even downloaded the game in the first place.

But at least you’re just a tutorial character. You’re free from the storyline and the plot—

That’s what you thought.

Turns out living a thousand years in the past in a fantasy realm as a woman didn’t bode well. It was probably no different from how it would’ve been like in the medieval ages. You had no trade skills. No one was willing to accept you as an apprentice when you were a woman. You found that you were essentially illiterate with a reading level of a preschooler, no one was willing to teach you, and you had no power or wealth when you were without a father or a husband.

And you’re certain what the landlord and tax-collectors are doing is illegal.

But in this world, in this unjust realm, there is no such thing as the law.

“We know you’re in there!”

You jolt from the heavy pounding on the frail wooden door.

“It’s time to pay up!”

Your hands tremble as you set the candle down that’s still billowing of smoke, the flame smothered out mere seconds ago. As much as you want to hide and pull the blanket over your head, you know that door won’t last. They’ll find you if you’re trapped in here.

“If you can’t, spread those legs of yours!” a low voice spits and there’s chortling from the men.

Someone adds, “Sell your body already!”

“Open up! Damn whore!”

Without a single possession but the white nightgown clad on your body, you open the latch of the back window. You cringe at the squeak, trying to keep your movements quiet before the door gives way.

You hoist yourself up onto the window ledge. The door bends with the strength of multiple clenched fists against it. Your feet touch the soft grass outside your cottage. The men shout.

And the door finally slams against the wall, hinges broken.

But by then, you’ve slipped into the shadows.

“Where is she?!”

The blanket is ripped off the bed, curtains are whipped back, every drawer dumped onto the ground and cupboards yanked open. The floor shakes with the weight of their boots and you press your palm to your mouth to silence your panting breaths, slowly stepping away.

“That damn whore slipped through us—!”

But as your shitty luck would have it, a sudden crack has the whole world coming to a standstill.

Shit. You look down at your feet, realizing that the snapping noise came from you stepping on a twig. And it’s exposed your hiding place.

“There she is!” — “Out the back window!”

You grab fistfuls of your dress and bolt.

“Get her!”

With your cottage on the edge of town, there’s nowhere to run but through the dense woods. It’s shrouded in the darkness, no doubt filled with wild beasts creeping through the thicket. The rustling canopy of the trees doesn’t allow the dim, waning moonlight to illuminate your path.

So you’re left blind. Struggling up the high incline of the forest, feet slipping on dirt and mud. But you keep sprinting with all your might, even when the pointed, coiling branches scrape at your calves until blood sheds and the hem of your dress tears in the underbrush.

“Run, little rabbit!” one of them mocks, “Run!”

The four men continue to give chase, gripping onto their roaring torches, shrieking and howling after you. One of them is manically laughing as if your efforts to flee only adds to the thrill. Their greased hands reach out to snatch you, but the tips of their fingers graze the ends of your hair.

Your teeth are sunk into the bottom of your lip, sobs breaking through your aching chest. Your lungs burn, dying for a break or moment of relief. But you don’t relent and luckily, you manage to build distance between you and the men. Only, that luck comes crashing down by a fucking hole.

A hole in the forest floor that you don’t see. That has your footing all wrong. That makes you scream and fall.

You twist your ankle in a direction it’s definitely not supposed to be in and cry from pain.

A second later, you force yourself to get up and keep running with tears flooding your eyes and dripping down your cheeks. But it’s more like limping than running, akin to hobbling on one leg and every movement has pain shooting from your swelling ankle.

The effort becomes futile. They surround you within minutes.

“All finished?” The tax-collector’s head cocks with a spreading grin. “You’re not going to keep running?”

Why couldn’t you just fucking die the first time?! Even if it was an awful death where you didn’t have time to prepare yourself or say goodbye to anyone, at least it would’ve been the end. At least you wouldn’t have to suffer.

But there’s no time to grieve. Or hate the new life you’ve been given. This is it. You have to keep going. You have to survive. By any means. You’re about to pick up a branch and uselessly wave it around at them, shout at them to stand back. Anything that you could do to save yourself—

“Who dares come onto my mountain?!”

There’s a deep timbre behind you. A husky voice that quivers the very core of the forest.

As if the wind has swept through, the trees and thicket rustle and it goes silent.

The men fall back onto their asses, some torches clattering to the ground. Their eyes have grown double in size, nearly falling from their sockets and their jaws have dropped to the dirt.

“I-It’s the nine-tailed fox!”

The man scrambles back.

“Demon!”

Another barely manages to get onto his feet. He turns around and lurches away while shrieking.

They all run. Scattering away as frantically as cockroaches when the light is flickered on.

From your spot on the ground, you turn around with wide eyes.

Amber irises meet your gawking and they practically glow in the darkness of the forest. He is dressed in a loose, white robe that’s draped over his frame, open to the middle of his chest. And over his honey hair, on the top of his head, his pointed golden ears twitch. By the torch fire still yet to die out, he is illuminated and his shadow is casted on the ground. The blazing flame warms his cold, sharp features.

He is the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. In both worlds you’ve lived in.

And you know who he is.

Taehyung. One of the love interests of the hero. A seductive, sly creature that eventually coaxes the hero into selling him his soul to grant one of his wishes. But Taehyung grows to become an obsessed character that wants to do nothing but monopolize and possess the hero for himself.

That same Taehyung approaches you with his lip curled as you teeter to your feet.

“Run away, girl.” He leans close. “Before I eat you.”

“Stop!”

On sheer instinct and adrenaline, you push him back. Your palm shoves against his firm chest.

Taehyung stumbles back with his eyes becoming rounded. He looks down to where you had made contact against his body. “Did...you just touch me?”

“What?”

Taehyung’s head darts upwards and he captures your wrist in his hand, squeezing tightly. He tugs you in and on your swollen ankle, you stumble into him. Bodies flush against one another. Your face pressed to his warm chest. His arm coming around your waist to break your fall.

He is aghast.

“You’re not from this world.” Taehyung’s yellow eyes swirl as they gaze into you. “Where did you come from?”

…

It’s been three days.

“Wed me,” he begs for the seventy sixth time.

You don’t know why you’re keeping a count.

“No.”

You’re hugging your knees for warmth. The rice paper-paneled doors are slid open and letting in the chilly air. He doesn’t seem to be affected by the cold, but you don’t look at him for long.

You turn into the corner of his home while sitting on the tatami floors as if you’re putting yourself into time out. But you’d like to say it’s your privacy corner. It’s as private as this abode, which was basically one room, could get.

Taehyung sighs in frustration, placing his hand on his forehead. His teeth grit. “You’re only making this harder for yourself.” Your silence angers him more. “You can never leave.”

You turn over your shoulder to glare. “Even if I married you, you’d never let me leave anyway.”

Taehyung narrows his eyes on you and then smirks. “You’re right. Wed or unwed, I won’t let you out of my sight. You should feel grateful, girl. You’re the best human I’ve ever treated.”

You quietly scoff.

Maybe you should feel scared. Maybe you should tread more lightly. After all, he’s not a character to be trifled with.

But you know he needs you. That alone gives you power.

As a beast, Taehyung’s been trapped on this mountain by priests for centuries. The only way he can be free is by feeding off of sexual energy and breaking the barrier. But of course, they also cursed him to be unable to touch any woman in this universe.

You aren’t from this universe.

You jolt when you realize that while you were lost in thought, Taehyung’s crawled closer. He has a foxy smile, amber eyes searching your expression. “Maybe….maybe I’ll grant you a bit of freedom if you would just give into the temptation and let me have a taste of you.”

As cold as he looks, he is beautiful. He is mischievous when he smirks and sly when he speaks. You are utterly spellbound as you look into his irises. And the temptation he speaks of flickers in the warmth of your belly.

But you turn away.

“I already said we only do that kind of thing after marriage. And I will only marry someone I love.”

Taehyung draws back with an unamused scoff. “What a prudish world you’re from.”

He wanted you the moment you were brought to this house. With the intensity of his stare and your captivated state, you had let him pin you to his floor and you liked it. But then clarity came and you blurted that such an act only happens after marriage. A lie just to buy time.

You didn’t expect for the hero to arrive at Taehyung’s house the next day. With his red hair and bronze armour, he had gotten lost in the forest and knocked on the door. Before you could limp over and answer it, Taehyung jumped off the roof and confronted him.

The guy was thrown off the mountain within five minutes.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. They were supposed to have a steamy rendezvous. Taehyung was supposed to get the sexual energy from him!

The story was going off the rails. And you’re not sure what you’re even buying time for anymore.

The both of you know it’s only a matter of time before you break and succumb to his mesmerizing seduction.

Taehyung is cruel, ruthless, obsessive.

But what’s the most bewitching thing about him is the jarring contrast of when he’s clumsy and nurturing. It’s what he regards as his own weakness. What he hides from others. But you felt your heart waver two nights ago when you were shaken awake in the middle of twilight. When you peeked open your eye to see him gingerly wrapping your swollen ankle with bandages.

He looked beautiful in the pale moonlight, ears, tails, sharp features softened—

“Ow!” You wince as he squeezes your ankle, right on your injury.

“You think too much in your head,” he says and looks at you. “What’s wrong?”

“It hurts.”

A sadistic smile tugs on Taehyung’s lips. He lets go, but only to lift your chin with his fingers. His plush lips are inches away, his breath warm on your skin and he gazes deep into you. “I won’t let you return to your world. I won’t let you run away. I won’t let anyone harm you.”

“You’re mine now.” Taehyung swears, “You’ll fall in love with me eventually.”

You gulp and he smirks.

The two of you know it’s only a matter of time.

#bts fanfic #bts scenario #taehyung fanfic #taehyung scenario #taehyung fluff #bts fluff #taehyung reader insert #taehyung x reader #taehyung fanfiction #LET'S GOOOO

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trumpkinhotboy · 3 years

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All in good time

Pairing: Jacob Black x f!reader

Type: Not requested

Genre: Kinda fluffy i'd say

Warnings: None!

Rating: g

Requests: Open (for Narnia and Twilight, maybe?😳)

A/n: Alright, alright, I know I said this blog was going to be centralized on Narnia stuff, but lately I've really gotten back in my Twilight phase🥴 Plus, I had a really shitty week and needed a pick me up. Jacob is one of my biggest comfort characters so I felt it was only suiting. I hope you'll enjoy it😬 I suggest reading this while listening to any kind of Twilight ambiance playlist.☺Also, I know my title sucks HAHA. Couldn't think of anything better so yea, I'm sorry, but this is what you get

Update: changed my title huhu!

* gif is not mine!!

There were days that just deeply and inherently... sucked. Days where everything seemed out of rhythm, where no matter how hard you tried, it all seemed wrong; it all fell apart.

Today was one of those days. When your dad jokingly said: "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." you did not think it the tiniest of bit funny. When you opened one of the kitchen cabinets to get your favorite brand of cereals and found an empty box, you almost threw a full-on seven-year-old crying on the floor tantrum. Especially when you saw the half-emptied bowl sitting in the sink. Too bad, no breakfast for you this morning. Ridiculous, immature, and not changing anything? Yes, of course, but you still did it out of pure spite. As if that would punish anyone else than you.

Like any other day in Forks, it was raining, nothing awful here, if it was not for the fact that the window on the driver’s side hadn’t been properly closed. Your seat was by now totally drenched. With your pants completely soaked you rode to school, your knuckles turning white from angrily gripping the wheel. Once you arrived, it seemed that everyone was annoyingly happy and enthusiastic while you just couldn’t get out of your personal, unchangeable, black cloud. Not to help, your friends only kept making fun of your moody behavior. Could you not be taken seriously on one of your worst days?

In your least favorite class, you were horrified to see written in big letters on the board:

“20% exam!! Leave your personal effects in front of the class.”

You would have run away if it wasn’t for the flow of students coming in to push you further in the classroom. Convinced the exam was for the next week, you did not even open the pages of your manual concerning the subject. It is with panic and exasperation that you sat at your desk waiting for your doom. Did you need to add that along with all that bull crap of a day, the only person who could have made your day a little less annoying was, once again missing. No calls, no texts, no news, nothing. Probably on another mission with the rest of his mutant gang. You got to the Rez after school, hoping you would see him, but were only welcomed by Leah and Seth. It almost felt like they were waiting for you as they were sitting outside of Billy’s house. Why they were the only ones left here was a mystery for you. The pack usually always stayed together.

- “Where are the others?”

- “On some kind of mission around the lands.”

- “Is everything alright?” They nodded nonchalantly. “Then why are you two here?”

The answer Seth gave you while chewing loudly on yet, another snack, made you grith your teeth so hard he thought they were going to fall out of your mouth.

- “To protect you.”

- “I thought it was nothing, so why would I need protection?”.

- “You should talk about it with Black. He’s the one who ordered us to stay to watch over you or something.”

- “I am PERFECTLY capable of WATCHING OVER MYSELF.” you answered a little louder than expected, anger rumbling in your chest. That earned you some awkward looks from your two friends, but at this point, it didn’t even matter, you were seeing red.

Leah, never intimated by you, shrugged her shoulders. Seth looking a little bit more nervous still laughed at your display of anger. Jacob was the one assigning babysitters over you? Of course, you and he would have a little discussion, that mutt would not see it coming.

When you got back home, you called your father to warn him; there was no way you would be cooking dinner. With your luck, it wouldn’t be a surprise if you burnt the whole house down. Fortunately, he was in good mood (unfair) and answered there was no problem; he would get pizza. He got home with the box in hand and a “Hey sweet...heart”. One quick look at your rough appearance and frustrated expression and his mouth closed shut. He dropped politely, almost carefully, a plate with a slice of pizza before quickly leaving for the couch. You mostly played with the food, incapable of swallowing it down, looking at the forest many times, waiting, expecting to see a tall figure appear on its verge but nothing. Time passed, still no sign of life. There was no way that by now Leah or Seth didn’t give him your message. You had time to wash the dishes, do some homework, and get in your sweats. At 7:30 pm you gave up; he wasn’t coming. Your father was still watching TV, completely oblivious to your growing anger. You picked up his plate to put it in the sink but tripped and dropped it, the delicate plate exploded into a thousand pieces.

- “Y/n? Everything okay?”

- “Y..ea.. an accident. I’ll pick it up.”

There was a slight tremolo in your voice. That was it. Your day had been terrible with no sign of sun, and this broken plate would be your breaking point as ridiculous as it sounded. You leaned on the counter, head hanging low, feeling tears of frustration swelling up in your eyes. Taking a deep breath, you looked up; in a second you were out the back door.

- “Where you going?” you heard your father ask.

- “Getting the trash out.”

The figure backed in the woods as you rushed into them without hesitation. You smacked against something big and warm, warmer than it was normal to be, yet you had become quite accustomed to it.

- “You little piece of shit.” your index finger digging in his chest. “You weren’t even here today, and it was terrible, and you can’t do this. I do not need any PROTECTION. Oh my god, do you really think I am weak and helpless without you or Leah or Seth or ANY werewolf to protect me?!”

He didn’t interrupt your monologue, only looking at you spitting your anger out.

- “You are SO annoying. Honestly who- who do you think you- are?! I’m- I am not, I can DEFINITELY, I don’t ne-eed any-one.” Your speech was becoming less and less coherent, your emotions taking control of your mind.

Without waiting any longer for you to finish your incoherent thought, he pulled you in for one of his signature bear hugs.

- “You can’t do this to me I’m an-ang-angry...”.

- “Shhh, it’s okay.”

- “You-you weren’t there.” you gave up fighting him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

- “I’m sorry, Leah told me.”

- “Wh- why didn’t you come sooner?” you continued, sobbing.

- “Some wolf things, Paul got in trouble.“ you backed off, immediately lifting your head at the mention of one of your friends in trouble.

- “Is he okay?”

- “Of course, he is, but Sam was very upset this time.” he stroked the side of your face with a small smile. “Enough with the boys, tell me what's wrong.”

- “Everything. I left my car window opened my seat was drenched. At school, everyone was disgustingly happy and in a good mood. I did not know I had an exam, I didn’t even study the subject. And this morning, my dad half ate the rest of my favorites cereals, and then I didn’t eat anything else as a silent protest, I know that’s stupid, but”

- “You didn’t eat anything else?”

- “Yeah, but I…” you lifted your gaze to meet his disapproving one. “I mean, I must have eaten a snack at lunch today…”

- “Must have?” he looked angrier.

- “Y/n??? Where are you??”

The calling of your father interrupted your conversation; he looked in its direction.

- “You should go back inside before your dad comes out.”

- “What? No, please. Can’t you kidnap me for tonight?” he chuckled lightly.

- “Trust me, go back in, okay?”

You looked at him unsure, even though you knew he was worthy of your trust. You finally nodded before running back inside.

- “What took you so long?”

- “Oh, uh, I thought I saw something and got a little carried away.”

- “Mokay, I don’t like you being so close to the woods. We’ve still had a few complaints about some trekkers finding traces of big animals in the woods. I’d prefer you be careful, alright?” You held up a smile, thinking about your friend just outside.

- “Sure.”

You stayed in the middle of the living room, expecting, waiting to see Jacob’s next move. You expected something quick, but when ten minutes later, there were still no signs of him, you felt frustration rising again. Not sure what to do now, you sat next to your father, half paying attention to what was happening on the screen. If he just left you, he was going to pay for it. You needed him, and just like that, he was gone? Probably, got called away by Sam again. Maybe it wasn’t in his control? But if it was…

Knock. Knock.

You looked up, surprised. The door opened with a creaking sound.

- “Oh, Jacob. Hi, what are you doing here?”

- “Hi Charlie, I heard Y/n had a pretty bad day. Came to kidnap her, if that's okay?”

- “Bad day? That’s an understatement. I swear, at one point, I thought she was going to scream at me. I ate her last bowl of cereal this morning; the thing was disgusting, I only ate half of it. I don’t think that helped.” You heard your friend’s low chuckle. Your dad seemed to feel pretty guilty about his crime, which did make you feel a tad bit better. “But yeah sure. Y/n! You have a visitor.”

You walked to them, Jacob awkwardly fitting in your small house; he seemed so disproportionate with his imposing size. For once, he was wearing actual clothes, a shirt and a pair of jeans, a sign he wasn’t planning on having to transform tonight. A sign that he was planning on being entirely dedicated to you.

- “Ready to go? I’m kidnaping you.” He said that last part with a smirk, a hint to your previous request.

- “Sure.” You grabbed your coat, said goodbye to your dad, and left without waiting any longer.

First, he took you away to get some food in you. It wasn’t until your teeth were digging inside a delicious burger that you realized just how hungry you were. Jacob being the glutton that he is, ordered two cheeseburgers along with a pack of large fries. You went for a milkshake, the perfect dessert for a night like this, and took your victuals to the La Push beach. It was empty and peaceful; the sun was slowly going down, the wind just a whisper in the night. It wasn’t even that cold, but the excuse to snuggle into Jake’s wolfish warmth was too good to pass.

- “Feeling better?” he asked while wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

- “Yes. Thanks, Jake.”

- “Kidnapping mission was a success?”

- “Yes, it was.” You answered with a smile.

- “Alright.” He muttered under his breath, looking in the distance.

You stayed for a while in comfortable silence, simply enjoying the other’s presence.

- “So, what were you saying about me not being there today, like that made your day worst?”

His question took you by surprise. A look at his cocky expression was all it took you to punch him in the ribs as hard as you could.

- “You wish idiot.”

He laughed at your attack, he probably didn't even feel a thing but leveled his face with yours in all seriousness.

- “You can avoid this conversation for now since you had a shit day and all, but keep in mind, it’s not over.”

- “And you keep in mind that our discussion about you ordering werewolves to stay behind to protect me, is not over. You won’t get away easily with that one Black.”

He laughed again, visibly amused with your threat. You laughed too but were slightly less amused. These two conversations were important ones, although one you apprehended way more. You looked at Jacob's happy expression and felt a fuzzy feeling warming your body. No, right now was not the time for such serious topics.

All in good time, right?

...

Tagging my two gals because they know how nervous I was😭...@imjustdreamingig @gonzalezyon I did it gals🥺 I hope you'll like it, thank you so much for your support💕💕

#ilya writes ❤#jacob black #jacob black x f!reader #jacob black x reader #jacob black fic #twilight #taylor lautner #twilight saga #wolves #werewolves

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morkofday · 3 years

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pingxie thoughts (and prayers) bonus 2/2

continuation for this post where i try to make sense of all the visuals offered to us in the amazing bazaar photoshoot. had to divide the bonus part of this series into two bc of the amount of photos and my own tendency to write novels (even while excluding the video clips). hopefully these can offer you all at least something (more than just an eyeroll at my pretentious poetry).

side note: the photos from the digital magazine (the ones without a watermark) belong to @/thosch3i who i very much want to thank you for all the updates and translations ♥

The Bazaar Photoshoot – Future Dream

As stated in the first part of this “analysis”, the theme of this photoshoot was the Pingxie ten years reunion. I already managed to get through the “ideal reality” photos, so now it’s time to delve into the “future dream” in the remaining ones. These seem to offer a deeper look into Pingxie’s actual relationship during the reunion and how their past and future meet in that moment.

(placing under cut bc this gets long with all the photos!)

These photos really challenged me to think outside the box. Bc the obvious answer would’ve just been me screaming “Pingxie married!” on top of my lungs but that’s not really something I’m aiming at quite yet. So I decided to call this pile of photos “the (future) dream” instead, which I think suits it quite well. Just let me try to explain why.

Beginning with these two teaser photos where we first see their matching rings and then their matching necklaces. A lot of eternal promises and unbreakable bonds and soulmate symbolism here (my left brain: but Pingxie married!!! me: shush, not now). I feel like these photos in general show many of those themes, try to catch their bond and the deepest essence of their relationship. This is some type of core, them in their purest form, far outside of actual reality now.

The black and white colors make these photos feel even more like they’re part of a dream or a fantasy or a memory almost. Maybe it is about the things they now have and the things they have lost. Maybe it’s black and white bc things have changed but they still want the same things; they still have their bond and things still make sense. (Maybe I sob about this bc I’m just so weak and Pingxie soulmates, it’s confirmed now!)

Also gotta mention here – bc I will allow myself this one moment of gushing – that Pingxie in black and white, ZSX and XYL in these suits (both suits), is sinful. Absolutely sinful. But also stunning. And so soft. And well, what else could be more symbolic than making Wu Xie wear white and Xiaoge wear black? Tho I think that together, they have always been turning a bit gray. (And how many times did I read that as “gay”? Which,,, still true but. Not the point here.)

At this point am also fighting against my urge to talk about the video clip that dropped with the weibo update on the 1st of March and all the hand action we got in that. Bc I just loved how they played with each other’s hands and the snow and kept looking at their hands together in that clip. It felt like an inaudible love confession. And maybe these photos are just that; a voiceless, wordless way to say “I love you”. Neither of them is good with words anyway and the love is so loud am going deaf. I hope they’re happy.

But if we forget that video, I want to pay attention to the poses in these photos. They are sitting or lying down together, Wu Xie’s head on Xiaoge’s shoulder, Xiaoge’s face almost buried in Wu Xie’s hair or at least turned his way. It feels domestic. There is nothing but them. There is nothing else to care about in this world than them being together and this closeness they share after all the time without it. It’s what they want; this very intense focus on each other (and if that doesn’t scream love to you then I don’t know what to say). It’s a little bit like the ideal reality I talked about in the previous post but even more intense and somehow so much more open which makes me think about this as a “dream” or at least a fantasy of sorts.

Then in the two photos above, we again have Wu Xie looking at the camera while Xiaoge is focusing on him. It feels almost like Xiaoge is a prop here, all the focus placed on Wu Xie who is, unlike in that intense photo in the previous post, smiling. Slightly, but still. He looks soft, content, happy. He’s okay to be the center of all this attention bc he knows that it will take it away from Xiaoge (and omg I know yall whine now that such a thing is impossible with XYL’s beauty but just humor me for a bit). He’s so relaxed bc he knows that Xiaoge is content right next to him. (He might also be a bit smug bc he has a man like that but can anyone blame him?)

I have to note then that, after gushing about their outfits and how good they look in them, there also seems to be a deeper meaning to these suits. Because I don’t think it’s an accident (or a thirst trap) that in these whole-body pictures where they lie in the snow, we see their chests and they’re bare-footed. It feels like this is them being bare in general, open. Their chests show bc their hearts are open, feet are bare bc they are vulnerable (and when you google symbolism for being bare-footed, Wikipedia hits you with childhood and innocence so yes, they are innocent here, pure, like they wish to be). This is them being true and honest with each other, offering all those parts of themselves to the other to look at which they never previously had the courage to show.

At least that’s true in this dream, in this future they hope will become reality one day. In this future that, for now, ignores all the difficulties and obstacles between them (bc they have a lot of stuff to sort out and then Reboot happens and. Yeah well, the future never goes as you planned anyway).

Sitting and shoes on now, we then have Wu Xie offering this almost angry look to the viewer. He might be sitting slightly behind Xiaoge and lower than him but he’s the one who seems powerful here. Xiaoge looks almost childish (which might be just XYL’s personality showing through lol) and is focused on his own hands, the ground, and his shoes/legs. It feels like this is Wu Xie being the one aware for once, being the one who carries their worries, the one who sits there protecting Xiaoge so that Xiaoge can finally focus on something else. So that Xiaoge can be free and a little careless. That he can focus on himself and what he wants after giving so many years away for Wu Xie and his (at this moment non-existent or at least tainted) innocence. This is their dream; or at least Wu Xie’s dream bc somehow this whole photoshoot seems to focus on him instead of Xiaoge (like I stated before, he seems like a prop sometimes haha).

In contrast to that thought and the previous photos, this one actually puts Xiaoge on display tho. He’s at the front, in the middle of the photo, and if you don’t get distracted by Wu Xie’s eyes (hard, I know), then you most likely focus on Xiaoge and get stuck there. It feels intentional, like Wu Xie’s strong protective instinct is somehow left a bit hidden? Behind Xiaoge? Who is usually seen as the protector? Which is interesting imo bc at this point Wu Xie has learned to be very brutal, and in Ultimate Note (and before that), we see him being very fierce when it comes to him protecting those he loves. So this setting between them feels a bit like a dream too, a dream where Wu Xie has been able to pull away a little bc Xiaoge is alright while facing the world again. Xiaoge is not as vulnerable as someone who doesn’t know who he is and who to trust. He has found his place to be.

Then the two photos that confused me the most bc at first they felt like they didn't fit at all? They just felt... weird, even if they look absolutely stunning. Here we have Wu Xie and Xiaoge dressed in their second pair of suits (if these can be called suits?) with Xiaoge in this long cape thing and his arms half bare. Wu Xie’s outfit seems almost too simple compared to everything else he’s worn, and they are both now facing towards the same direction while previously they were either looking at each other, away from each other or, in Wu Xie’s case, the viewer.

Maybe these pictures were why I finally came to think about these as “the future” instead of just some type of “dream”.

Because in these pictures it feels like they are actually looking towards the future. Especially in this last photo they are both facing the light, side by side, in these clothes that feel almost like they’re… I don’t even know. Purified? Divine? Heavenly? Please excuse my lack of words but this just feels like that, like some kind of final peace where even their clothes are somehow on a higher level. It’s a dream-like future where they both can stand strong and be together forever, finally. (Also makes me think about how we see their rings in these pictures, like a sign of the bond they have formed and the bond they want to form (my left brain again: Pingxie married!!!! and this time am tired of arguing against that).)

And if we add the other photo up there, where they are slightly turned towards each other, sharing a look almost, it feels like they have decided to go. Like this is a mutual choice of walking forward, some kind of turning point like the last photo was in the previous post. They are going and the future is at their reach and it’s going to be amazing (or at least I believe so, once again, bc they deserve their happy ending).

What are we then left with? With a future that includes them being at peace, being content with each other and the surrounding world. A future that is, probably, more from Wu Xie’s point of view than Xiaoge’s but still so utterly loving for the both of them (bc what else would Wu Xie want than happiness for Xiaoge?). And then if we connect this to the other photos in the first part, this feels almost like that ideal reality coming to life in their future, that closeness and joy and basking in the other’s presence stretched to cover an eternity. It’s so soft and gentle and sweet. Just like Pingxie are always. And I’m not even surprised that their future includes all of this bc what else could they wish for than the final relief of being together?

#dmbj #ultimate note #pingxie #oh jesus this is a novel #i still hope any of this makes any sense #i lack words and a brain #but also just #this is my love letter to this photoshoot #bc bazaar is doing amazing #and i just have so many thoughts #and i realized so many things #while doing this #pls hit me with your thoughts #if you have anything to add or another view on this #am so curious #pingxiethoughtsandprayers

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c-c-cherry · 4 years

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What's the most embarrassing thing each of the Bucci gang has done/has had happen to them?

Ok I took WAY too long on this but I loved this question so much and it was so fun coming up with these. Special thanks to my girl @jjadegreen for helping me!!

**This isn’t NSFW but I’d say its teen and up just because of some of the stuff talked about hehe**

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Mista

-Pre-canon Mista was a bit sick one night so Bruno made him stay home while they all went on this one mission

-So naturally he’s like “HELL YEAH HOME ALONE”

-Bruno forgets his wallet and had to come back a little while later to get it and walks in on him wearing the following:

One of Abbacchio’s signature goth dress robe thing

Like 12 of Bruno’s barrettes all sticking to the top of his head

Fugo’s tie

Narancia’s bandana

All while BLASTING K-Pop at full volume in the living room. And our man is INTO IT. This isn’t just some radio coincidence shit, he was SCREAMING the lyrics. He owns the CDs.

-Bucciarati LOSES IT. Mista has never been so mortified in his life and Bruno has never laughed so hard in his life.

-He promises not to tell the rest of the gang but tells him it’s officially blackmail material

-They never speak of it again but at Christmas Mista opens Bruno’s gift and it's a brand new K-pop CD and everyone thinks its just a gag gift but like

-He definitely listens to it later alone in his room

Bucciarati

Bruno Bucciarati does not get drunk for two main reasons:

He blacks out every time

He’s an absolute lightweight

-The last time Bruno got absolutely piss drunk, he was with Abbacchio and it wasn’t even funny. It was just surreal because Bucciarati never lets himself go to such an extent

-For whatever reason Bruno is like “hey I never drink we should go to the bar or something” after a successful mission

-Even though the legal age of drinking is technically 16 in Italy they leave “the kids” home to watch mean girls or some shit

-Mista tags along too because he’s worried Bruno will get drunk and spill about the unfortunate “K-pop incident”

-My man Bruno drank like two beers and was immediately GONE like he got up and got lost in the bar after way too many drinks and ran into a drag Queen with Abbacchio’s hair

-Said drag queen became Bruno Bucciarati’s new drinking buddy

-He stumbles over to the karaoke contest and gets onstage and grabs the shitty bar mic and screams “THIS GOES OUT TO LEONE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MWUA TWO YEARS HONEY~” and Mista is just like 👁👄👁

-Because uhhh they have literally been together for two years but everyone in the gang just thinks its a weird on/off thing because they never talk about it

-He sings dancing queen because its by ABBA and both Leone and Mista are fucking screaming with laughter and Abbacchio is filming the entire goddamn thing

-He buys the entire bar drinks they all love him so much

-Afterwards Leone tries to get them home so he leaves them outside while he takes a piss and when he walks back out THEY ARE GONE.

-Mista thought it would be a perfect time for them to get tattoos because his fucking capo is drunk off his ass and there is no better time

-Mista gets these two giant smoking guns on his back and his ass is in SO MUCH PAIN afterward that he leaves Bruno alone while he’s picking out his tattoo to get ice cream

-When he comes back Bruno has a tattoo ON HIS LEFT FOOT THAT SAYS “Never don’t give up.” The tattoo people tried to correct him but he insisted

-Abba finds them and is just like “jesus god” and takes them all to a hotel because there is no way in hell he’s taking them back home like this

-The next morning Bruno remembers absolutely NOTHING and as the gang admires Mista’s giant tattoo they ask if Bruno got one too and he’s like “god no I’m not that irresponsible”

-As soon as they’re alone Abba’s like “you got one on the bottom of your foot” and you can just see the moment Bucciarati’s soul leaves his body

Fugo

-Ok so if y’all didn’t know Fugo literally canonically wears a thong

-This isn’t sexualizing him (also I am indeed a minor don’t harass me) it's just a fact of life. You do you Fugo.

-So he sneaks out of the house once in a while and goes shopping for them cause our man’s gotta live, you know?

-He pops in the underwear store one day and you wanna know who he fucking passes by in the lingerie section?

-Bruno fucking Bucciarati.

-Which isn’t exactly a surprise considering he’s wearing visible lingerie in his tiddy window outfit but like

-That’s like running into your dad at femboy hooters

-Much to his dismay, the man spots him immediately and there’s just this...awkward silence as Fugo is holding this shopping basket of underwear and Bruno is holding the raunchiest piece of clothing he’s ever seen in his life

-They never talk about it again. Fugo finds a different store.

Abbacchio

-The most mortifying moment Abbacchio can live to remember is the first time he told Bucciarati that he loved him

-Pre-canon, our man is NOT having a vibing time

-He gets absolutely wasted with while Bruno’s at his apartment

-He’s the most miserable drunk, so he’s just fucking sobbing and Bucci is sitting there trying to console him and Abbacchio just looks up at him with tears streaking down his face and says “I’m in love with you” and the look on Bruno’s face just makes him feel even more miserable

-The entire night he keeps blubbering about how much he loves him and how much he means to him and how beautiful he is and the entire time Bruno is doing that thing where he tries to cover his face with his hand because our man is mega FLUSTERED up in here

-When he wakes up he remembers EVERYTHING and he wished he didn’t because then maybe he would be able to say that he didn’t mean it

-Bruno is surprisingly just like “Did you really mean it?” and he can’t lie so he just tells the truth and he’s just nonchalantly like “me too”

-Bruno thinks it’ll be a nice wedding story and Abbacchio no longer wants to live on this planet

Narancia

-Mista and Narancia are vibing in the living room one night and Nara tells Mista to grab his gameboy from upstairs

-He says its under his pillow (or else Bruno will take it away every night hehe)

-But you wanna know what else is under Narancia’s pillow? His Diary. No, it’s not a journal or just a blank book, Mista finds a book titled DIARY.

-And the shit in there is priceless.

“Bucciarati is sooo cool. I tried cutting my hair like his, but it didn’t really work. I think I gotta wear this hat for the next couple weeks. Shit. Fuck. If someone takes it off, I’m so fucked.”

“I clogged up the toilet yesterday and was too scared to tell Abba, so I just flushed it again but then the water wouldn’t stop flooding everywhere so I used Aerosmith to explode the toilet and told Abba that it was a stand attack. He believed me. If ANYONE ever finds out, I’m dead.”

“HOLY SHIT. I swallowed a tide pod yesterday and freaked out so I made Giorno turn it into a grape in my stomach with his stand. I almost DIED. But I didn’t so I’m over it. If Giorno ever tells anyone, I’ll kill him.”

-Narancia realizes about ten minutes after Mista left that HOLY SHIT HIS DIARY

-he finds Mista three quarters way through it and gives him $50 not to tell anyone about it.

-The shame never leaves, though

Trish

-Jade gave me a cute headcanon that Trish’s mom was still only teaching her how to properly put on makeup before she died (it's not like there was youtube or anything to teach her either) so our girl Trish only knows the basics

-She puts on lip gloss and blush and mascara and stuff but she’s never even TOUCHED eyeliner and rarely puts on eyeshadow. She doesn’t even wear concealer most of the time (she honestly doesn’t even need to, her skin is baby soft smooth)

-So long story short she kind of misses her mom and remembers how her mom was going to teach her a smokey eye before she died and is determined to teach it to herself now

-So she pulls a little heist and snatches some of Abbacchio’s makeup while they’re all out doing stuff

-She was not prepared for how heavy this shit was. She was used to the lighter, more natural stuff but Abba’s makeup is EXTREME.

-All of his stuff is waterproof so it doesn’t wash off while he’s crying at 3am and it’s just this—dark, heavy stuff.

-She actually hasn’t used a thick, real tube of lipstick before, only those little gloss tubes with the stick because she has smaller lips so when she crouches over with a small makeup mirror in fear of anyone somehow walking in on her and smears Abbacchio’s thick, dark purple lipstick on her lips, she knew she was absolutely fucked. She has no idea how to do this shit, especially not with dark, heavy goth makeup

-The smokey eye does not work. It’s just smeared eyeshadow EVERYWHERE, it looks like she has two giant, awful, black eyes and her first attempt at eyeliner was just—unspeakably horrible

-She has no idea where to start so she just puts on way too much of absolutely everything and immediately regrets it the moment she looks at herself in the bathroom mirror

-Abba comes home early and immediately realizes that some of his makeup is gone and he knows it has to be Trish

-He walks upstairs to confront her but just hears loud, ugly sobbing coming from her room and bursts in only to find her desperately trying to wipe off layers of caked-on water-proof makeup and absolutely failing

-The two of them spend all night taking it off all while Trish is still crying teary apologies to him

-To add in some wholesome Dadbacchio, he teaches her how to properly put everything on the next day <3

Giorno

-Some people forget that as a 15 year old, Giorno sometimes has absolutely no impulse control

-So when Polnareff tells him that he’s the spitting image of his evil, murderous, vampire dad he’s immediately like “haha well I’m gonna go dye my hair now”

-Everyone had something to do that day/night so Giorno waltzes over to the nearest drug store and grabs one of those at-home dying kits (he got dark green cause he thought it would look cool with his new outfit)

-He gets home and has absolutely no idea what he’s doing so he just thinks it’ll work out somehow

-Soooo yeah he does NOT put it in properly at all, he just kind of takes the shit and slathers it all over his hair and doesn’t do his roots and doesn’t put it up and leaves it dripping down his back and stuff and his stupid ass FALLS ASLEEP with the hair dye in

-He wakes up and the sheets are this really awful light green colour but he doesn’t pay any mind to it

-He looks in the mirror and from the front it actually looks good and he gets all excited and decides to wash it out

-When he gets out of the shower it’s this awful disgusting light light ugly green and he almost cries. Almost.

-It looks like someone dunked him in that Nickelodeon slime and he looks at the package and it says the dye will stay in for at least 3 weeks and there aRE TEARY EYES

-He spends the next hour in the shower trying to wash it out. It does not wash out.

-Utterly defeated with his hair matted and donuts practically falling apart, he stumbles over to his room and tries to wash the sheets covered in slime-coloured hair dye which *surprise!!!* doesn’t wash out either!

-He must dispose of the evidence, but of COURSE they’re out of garbage bags so he shoves all the dye kit stuff and the sheets into a mafia body bag and chucks it by the garbage can outside without a single thought

-Which he SHOULD have had a single thought about it, because when they get home and Narancia spots the body bag he’s like “holy shit guys I think Giorno killed someone while we were out”

-So they all panically pop into the house and cautiously try to find Giorno. Fugo finally finds him pacing around his room in the dark and when he flicks on the lights HO-LY SHIT.

-Fugo obviously bursts out into laughter and Bruno books it up the stairs and also starts cackling and Narancia is like “OH MY GOD YOU KILLED SOMEONE LOOKING LIKE THAT?!” and Giorno has to explain to them that the body bag is filled with stained bedsheets (much to his embarrassment)

-Abbacchio takes so many pictures and Giorno is having a nervous breakdown because he cannot live with his hair looking like this

-Bruno makes Abba fix it the next morning and he loves every second of Giorno’s mortification

-The pictures Abbacchio took of that night are framed next to the pictures of Bruno’s wasted karaoke night in his room

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Thank you for the ask, anon!! I’m absolutely exhausted now haha so I’ll scroll through the rest of the asks when I wake up!!

#jjba #ask-c-c-cherry #headcanons #jojo's bizzare adventure golden wind #bucci gang #giorno giovanna

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cross-d-a · 3 years

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I want to know ALL about Wu Xie embarrassing time traveler!Li Cu!!! ✨✨ I'm also v intrigued by Nie Huisang death death death

(Also, Cross you have so many wips; I read in awe. And to think I thought I had a lot of star wars fix-it ideas! I only have anything at all written down for two of them!)

(this refers to the WIP tag game I completed a few days ago!)

Wu Xie being EMBARRASSING & Li Cu Time Travel:

I’ve got a series of interconnected oneshots planned where Li Cu just- accidentally hops back in time to every drama/book and helps out the Iron Triangle. and it’s more like LI CU embarrassing WU XIE haha

I thought it’d be HILARIOUS if Li Cu got to see how Wu Xie (UR MY DAD BOOGIE WOOGIE WOOGIE) is so YOUNG and STUPID and EMBARRASSING when he’s young!! Wu Xie making (ACTUALLY) innocent doe eyes at an emo Xiao Ge?? GROSS. Wu Xie accidentally (DELIBERATELY?) setting off multiple traps in a tomb?? Li Cu is 10000/10 going to RECORD THIS on his phone and bring it BACK to the future and make fun of Wu Xie FOREVER. Also!!! There are SO MANY SNAKES in Ultimate Note!! And?? Conveniently?? Li Cu has a lil’ snake buddy?? MAYBE HE COULD HELP???

I basically want Li Cu being the Actual Competent One and the baby Iron Triangle floundering. Mostly Wu Xie. I want Wu Xie floundering. I also want Wu Xie SO EMBARRASSED when Li Cu hops back to his own time.

li cu: DAD UR AN IDIOT

wu xie: i DONT WANT TO RELIVE IT PLS AND THANK

li cu: nO!! U ARE GOING TO SUFFER!! UR SO STUPID u set off FIVE TRAPS

wu xie: i hate you

li cu: no u don’t u just told me u loved and appreciated me for saving ur life like ten minutes ago. there were tears in your eyes. actually they were streaming down ur face. u might have been hugging my leg and sobbing

wu xie: tHAT WAS SIXTEEN YEARS AGO FOR ME OK i am an OLD MAN

Nie Huaisang death death death:

I think it’s hilarious that you picked out one of the resurrective immortality fics considering we were JUST talking about the old guard hahaha. This one I actually have a good chunk written so far, so here is a long snippet near the beginning. Context is that Nie Huaisang’s mother is VERY pregnant and she’s riding through the mountains to visit her family before she gives birth. WARNINGS for gore (kinda??) and child death and just- DEATH in general:

There are beasts in the mountains. Ravenous, born of fury and blood, more ragged spirit than flesh. Their claws are jagged and broken and their maws drip with sizzling saliva. They have roamed the mountains for years and years, and have only grown more enraged, voracious.

The Nie Clan have always harnessed the butchery of their past. Binding rage and ruin to themselves, channeling it through their hearts and into their swords until they are one and the same. Until it feeds upon their flesh and their spirit, gnawing on their bones, carving out a little space for itself between brittle ribs. Until, one bloody piece at a time, it consumes them whole.

The Nie Clan’s power is also the source of their doom, and these beasts who roam and know only hate hate hate are Nie-furen’s doom, as well.

They descend upon the Nie in the dead of night, a roiling mass of snapping teeth and furious howls. There is blood, screaming, desperate flashes of Dao magic and heavy blades. But there are too many and it is not enough.

But the mighty Phoenix of the West has always been filled with unmatched fury and she is full of new life and about to burst. She will not let her child die here today. Not before he can breathe sweet fresh air and keen that first high cry. Not before his father can cradle him in his arms and his older brother can plant a kiss on his forehead.

That rage within her swells. It devours her spirit and bleeds out her eyes as she screams screams screams- a raging beacon of power and brutality and every ancestor’s grief.

She slaughters everything in her path.

When she comes to, she is soaked in blood and there is pain in her belly and an ache behind her eyes and in every breath- but she is alive. She lies amidst the ruins of her people and the lingering darkness of vanquished spirits and Shan Xifeng—

She goes into labour.

It is long and hard, lasting through the night into the bloody dawn and beyond. She manages to crawl to the edge of their encampment but no further. She twists into a curl of agony and cries into the clouded sky.

Her son is born on the cusp of evening, just as the sun slides behind dark, ragged peaks. He is born soft and warm and silent.

Shan Xifeng cradles him in quaking hands. Cups his cheek to her breast. His tiny head is blood-streaked like his mother. Blood-streaked like her friends and family around her.

It is an irony that on one of the most important days of her life, she is surrounded by her loved ones and yet they are all dead.

“Little one,” she murmurs, and tilts his limp head. “Little one, please.”

But he is silent as the dead around her and that grief swells again in her breast. It gnaws on her ribs and scrabbles at her throat and she is shaking shaking shaking.

“No,” she spits. “No! He has done nothing wrong! Nothing! Does he not deserve his first breath? His first cry? Does he not deserve the family that awaits him?!”

She screams into the sky and tastes blood between her teeth. “Take me instead! I beg of you! Please let him live! I would give my life! Every single one of them, so that he may live!”

Her sword quakes along with that dark raging thing within her and she clutches her dead son close.

Then—

The faint, elegant curve of a fan in the corner of her eye. The shift of cloth, the echo of a breath. The glimmering of ethereal gold and silver, like someone has spun the stars and sun above into delicate thread.

Summoned, like a beast to blood.

“All of them?”

Shan Xifeng knows better than to face an unknowable thing and so she bows as low as her broken body will allow. She stares into the bloodied dirt and breathes in dust and rasps, “Yes.”

“Hm.” A flicker of a stretching smile, coy, with a hint of sharp teeth. She does not see the fathomless dark behind those stark white teeth, a gaping void of ravenous benevolence. It is hidden behind the flare of the fan. “Do you understand what you ask for?”

“I do,” she says without hesitation.

The grin widens, lips scarlet and dark against bone-white skin. “Then I shall grant your wish.”

A shift of cloth, then a cool hand cups Nie-furen’s cheek, guiding her up. Her eyes flicker open and she sees what no mortal has ever seen, and then that fan whispers against her cheek and blood-red lips press against hers and the last thing she feels is her golden core trembling spasming dying as life is pulled from her breath- all the lives she has ever lived, the one she lives now, and every life she could have ever lived.

Shan Xifeng falls into the bloodied dirt beneath, still clutching her dead son to her breast. And then there is no one left living in that small clearing.

Pale, bony fingers trace a delicate line through the blood that lingers upon her cheek. It is still wet and useful. Stained fingers press against scarlet lips and the life held between stark white teeth is breathed anew into that blood.

Carefully, bone-thin fingers trace a deliberate character upon the newborn child’s left cheek. The blood shines, brilliant and devastating, before fading back into a gruesome name across pale skin. Slowly, the child begins to twitch, brows wrinkling in displeasure, before a high keening wail escapes tiny lips as the child take its first breath.

“Your mother does not know what she’s doomed you to.”

A day later, travelers upon the road hear a faint keening noise not far from their wagon. When they find the clearing, they gag and retch. When they find the weak, whining child clutched in his dead mother’s arms, they shake their heads and then stare at the crest emblazoned upon the woman’s clothes.

Two days after that, the child is delivered to Nie-zongzhu’s disbelieving arms.

“No,” he says, violent spirit quaking deep within him. “No. It- it is not true.”

The traveler ducks his head and clasps his hands in a bow. “I’m sorry, Zongzhu. We were not able to take the bodies with us. You’ll have to send someone to check, but…it was the crest of your house. And…” he hesitates, then nods to his companion who stumbles up and offers a sword.

Not just any sword. A dao.

Shan Xifeng’s dao.

Feng.

“No,” Nie-zongzhu cries, falling to his knees.

“I-I’m so sorry,” the traveler stutters. “I am so, so sorry, Nie-zongzhu.”

Nie-zongzhu sobs, clutching his newborn child to his chest. “Little one,” he weeps. “Oh, little one. At least life is kind enough to have spared you.”

“Yong,” the traveler blurts.

Nie-zongzhu stares uncomprehendingly, tears running hot down his cheeks.

“It- it was written upon his cheek in- in blood. I- I think that is what his mother named him. She must have done it with her dying breath. She must have wanted you to know. He did not enter this world nameless.”

“Yong,” Nie-zongzhu echoes, trembling. “It- it is a good name, for my brave little boy.” He cups his son’s cheek and sobs. “Brave like- like his mother,” he murmurs, voice thin and quaking. “She named you well.”

And perhaps it is bravery that made Shan Xifeng give up the chance to ever be reborn. Perhaps it is bravery that saved her son’s life.

But it was all a mother’s wretched love, and Shan Xifeng did not write the character for brave upon her son’s cheek.

No, it was not Yong for bravery, but Yong for eternal.

And it is not his mother who wrote it.

Perhaps it is bravery that saved her son, but is the curse of eternity really a kindness?

No, no Shan Xifeng did not truly understand what she asked for.

But Nie Yong soon would.

The next section starts with:

The second time Nie Yong dies, he doesn’t even realize it.

He is four years old.

and the third section starts with:

The third time Nie Yong dies, his Adie kills him.

He is nine years old.

It’s basically an Angst Fest with a happy ending bc...I just need a happy ending Always. I just REALLY love resurrective immortality and I love making my favourite characters Suffer :)

I hope these were fun and satisfying to read!!

♪(ﾟ▽^*)ﾉ⌒☆

(also omg NO it’s a CURSE!!! I WISH I could just finish SOMETHING!! ANYTHING!! OMG!!! I am so envious you’ve managed to restrain yourself to a few!! Also!! I am SUPER excited to find out more about your fix-its!!! :D)

#tag game #my fic #cross talks #wip tag game #ask game

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izzielizzie · 3 years

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Could you write a sad Maeve / Luis one-shot where they break up and Drivers License is from Maeve’s POV?? We can just pretend that she didn’t have her license in the books haha

yesss i freaking love this song so much thanks for the ask! This takes place when Maeve’s a senior in high school and Luis is a sophomore in college.

I got my driver's license last week Just like we always talked about

“What’s the first thing you want to do now you can drive wherever you want to?” Bronwyn asked Maeve as she jumped on her bed.

“Drive into hell and stay there.”

Bronwyn sighed and closed her eyes. Maeve had been pushing past her sister’s patience threshold for the last week.

“I’m being serious Maeve.”

“As am I.”

“Maeve.”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. But I can’t stand thinking about my dumb license. We used to talk about me getting it for so long.”

“Maeve Luis is not the end of your world.”

“Then why does it feel like he is?”

'Cause you were so excited for me To finally drive up to your house

Maeve felt her heart break as she drove past his familiar house, the one with the flowers crammed into window boxes. She wanted to pull into the driveway, ring the doorbell that always stuck and make small talk with his mom before falling into him like she always did.

But today I drove through the suburbs Crying 'cause you weren't around

But she couldn’t. She felt the tears pool in her eyes as she kept driving farther and farther away from her town and everything she had always known.

And you're probably with that blonde girl Who always made me doubt

Maeve didn’t like to think about who Luis was with. If she had to guess, it was Monica from his culinary class, with her bright blue eyes and blonde highlights.

She's so much older than me She's everything I'm insecure about

What was there to not like about Monica? She had beautiful long hair unlike Maeve’s cropped bob, and she had the kind of curves a person with cancer for ten years could only dream about. Maeve used to feel like a child whenever she stood next to Monica.

Yeah, today I drove through the suburbs 'Cause how could I ever love someone else?

“They’ll be other boys,” Maeve’s mother had assured her when she had burst through the front door sobbing like there was no tomorrow.

“No there wont,” Maeve had wailed into her pillow.

“There will be sweetie, trust me.”

Maeve didn’t answer, but as her mother stroked her hair, she couldn’t help but feel her mother was wrong. Who else in the world was like Luis Santos?

And I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one

Maeve could remember the way they slammed doors and yelled at each other when their tempers got the best of them. Addy reminded her of those days when Maeve started to feel sad, but Maeve didn’t listen. Because no matter how much they argued and yelled and screamed, they always made it up to each other by the end of the day.

And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone

“I wonder if his girlfriend remembered that he’s allergic to shrimp.”

“I’m sure she did honey, now please eat your dinner.”

“I will Dad, but what if he eats shrimp and dies?”

“Doubtful Mija.”

“But it could happen.”

“Maeve eat your food or I’ll stab you with a fork.”

“Don’t be violent Bronwyn. But your sister is right honey, eat your food.”

“What if he gets stabbed by a fork?”

“Maeve stop talking.”

Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me

Maeve still had the song he wrote on the back of a napkin at Glenn’s diner. She could remember that day like it was yesterday. She had been gushing over how cute a new song was, and he had flashed her his easy smile.

“So what? It’s easy to write about people you love. I could do it in five minutes.”

“Oh yeah?” Maeve was laughing at his serious expression.

“Yeah.” Luis grinned at her. “Hand me that napkin.”

“Yes, sir.”

He held the pen over the paper. “Time me. In five minutes I will have written a masterpiece about the masterpiece in front of me.”

'Cause you said forever now I drive alone past your street

Maeve hummed the tune to the forgotten song as she drove past his house.

And all my friends are tired Of hearing how much I miss you but I kinda feel sorry for them

“Maeve I don’t care that Luis had a baseball card collection,” Phoebe whined.

“And if I have to hear about the time he hit a homerun and won the game one more time I’m going to throw you out of my car,” Knox agreed.

“He wasn’t even that great. He was kind of stuck up.”

'Cause they'll never know you the way that I do

Maeve just pursed her lips and looked out the window. She didn’t bother to tell them about how he coached the little-league baseball team every week, or about how he volunteered at the animal shelter every Saturday and taught Sunday school the next day. Just because he didn’t tell everyone didn’t mean he wasn’t a great person.

Yeah, today I drove through the suburbs And pictured I was driving home to you

As they drove past Luis’s house, Maeve closed her eyes and imagined herself leaning forward, tapping Knox on the shoulder, and asking him to “please drop me off here I need to tell my boyfriend something.” The fact that Maeve couldn’t do that make her want to curl in to a ball and cry.

And I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one

“Luis who are you staring at?”

“No one babe.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course. The only person I could stare at is you.”

It was now that Maeve realized that he was watching Monica. It broke her heart to think about, but she could also feel the way she warmed up from inside out when when he turned those chocolatey brown eyes on her.

Oh, and I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone

“Do you think she’s making sure he takes a break from cooking?”

“Maeve, frankly, I don’t care and neither should you.”

“But Nate-”

“But nothing Maeve.”

I guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me

Maeve could still think of those song lyrics, the only ones that were coherent in a jumble of words:

I love my Maeve

She’s so fine

With her eyes that shine

'Cause you said forever now I drive alone past your street

As Maeve drove past his house to get to the mall, she saw Monica’s car in his driveway. Did he think her eyes shone too?

Red lights Stop signs

Maeve stared ahead at the red light as she remembered the first time Luis drove in the car with her when she only had a learner’s permit and he took it upon himself to teach her:

“God Maevey, make sure you don’t stop a foot into the crosswalk” he had said.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

I still see your face In the white cars

He leaned towards her and kissed her long and hard as the guy in the white car behind them honked his horn incessantly.

Front yards Can't drive past the places We used to Go to

Maeve drove past a front yard and remembered the time she nearly drove straight into her mother’s hydrangea bush. “Try not to decapitate the flowers,” Luis had said gravely.

“I’ll try,” Maeve had laughed as she put the car in the reverse.

Maeve could still feel the giddiness the felt that day when they drove past the flower shop and Luis suggested they should get more hydrangeas just in case she decided to go on another killing spree.

Now, as Maeve passed the store, she felt as if someone had ripped a hole in her chest.

'Cause I still fucking love you, babe

“I love you Luis,” she whispered to the empty shop as she drove past.

Sidewalks We crossed

Maeve could feel the weight of his hand in hers as she crossed the street to the mall. She missed how comfortable he made her feel.

I still hear your voice In the traffic

As the cars drove past, he could hear him saying to her “these cars had better be careful once you get your license Maevey. We should get you some sirens so when you start driving people will know to get out of your way, just in case.”

We're laughing Over all the noise

Maeve smiled to herself a little as she remembered how Luis had to wrap an arm around her middle to keep her up as she laughed at his admittedly not-that-funny joke. There was something about being with Luis that made everything ten times better. Even his god-awful jokes.

God, I'm so blue

Maeve sighed a deep sigh as she thought about how much she missed.

Know we're through But I still fucking love you, babe

Maeve would give anything to be laughing with him. Her mother had once told her that love was fickle, and that you could be in love with one person one day and another person the next. Maybe that rule applied to Luis, but it didn’t to Maeve. She still missed him so much it hurt.

I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one

Maeve could still remember the day he had locked her out in the rain. They had argued about something petty and she stood on the steps trying to figure out how to get home when the door opened and Luis stood with so much remorse on his face it hilled her.

“I’m so sorry Maevey, I was an ass.”

Maeve hugged him hard and he rocked her back and forth, apologizing over and over again.

And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone

Maeve wondered briefly if Monica was willing to go to cookware stores with him for hours upon hours as she walked past his favorite store as she left the mall. She hoped so. Luis deserved to be happy.

Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me

Maeve passed an ad for a song-writing class as she passed a street sign pole. The words to the song he wrote came flying back to her:

I love my Maeve

She’s so fine

With eyes that shine

'Cause you said forever now I drive alone past your street

Maeve turned those lyrics over and over in her mind as she drove through his neighborhood.

Yeah, you said forever now I drive alone past your street

“Love you Luis,” she mumbled as she passed his house.

God for such a happy couple I write so many sad one shots about them :( (I have fun though keep requesting stuff). Enjoy!!!

#maeve x luis #izzielizzie's fics

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yuta-nakamots · 4 years

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Beautiful Time - h.rj ; Part 4 of 6

Pairing - Vampire!Renjun x Reader

Genre - Fluff i guess?? with some angst in the beginning??

Warnings - Mentions of blood, feeding, general vampire stuff

Summary - Vampires are creatures forced to walk upon the earth for longer than humans could possibly imagine. One would think it gets boring after a while, but not to Renjun, the foreign exchange student who seems to know a little too much about the early twentieth century.

Word Count - 3.2k

A/N - this is the last calm chapter we’re having haha. sorry it took me so long to update. i just started online summer school but my schedule turned out to be somewhat lighter than expected so i’ll try to update more frequently. feedback is greatly appreciated!

Today was the day that you’d be saying your last farewell to your friends and family. It was a day you dreaded and feared for, a day you never thought you’d ever have to endure. You were at the airport, surrounded by your loved ones as they wished you well in your journey abroad. You wished you could trick yourself into thinking that it was just that simple, that you were only going to be away for four years before being able to return, but you knew it wasn’t that easy.

Renjun was there for you the entire time, he was waiting for you at the check-in gate and came to help you with your luggage as soon as he saw you step out of the car. “Hello, my name is Huang Renjun, I’ll be a transfer student at the same university as y/n this coming school year. Nice to meet you” he said, introducing himself to your parents as he struggled to keep a respectful distance between the two of you.

“Oh, that’s wonderful! It’s nice to know that y/n will already have a friend before school starts. She’s not the best at making friends” your mother jokes, oblivious to the way you rolled your eyes at her.

Despite the fact that Renjun was there, your emotions were just too much. You tried your hardest to not let the tears escape your eyes as you hugged your favorite relatives for what just might be the last time, though your crying would be easily justified anyways.

Once your little party had dispersed, everyone leaving the airport to continue on in their normal lives, you turned to Renjun who immediately pulled you into a hug before the tears could start falling again. You let out a sob, your tears wetting his shirt as he held you in his embrace. “Everything will work out, I promise. You won’t ever be alone as I’m still alive” he whispered, his lips almost grazing your ear as he spoke. “I know it’s not the same but you have a family with me. Whether it includes the other guys or whether it’s just us, I’ll stay with you, I’ll protect you.”

You felt numb the entire plane ride, barely even speaking to Renjun other than asking how to say the name of the airport, which he told you was the ‘Changchun Longjia International Airport’ and even taught you the pronunciation in Mandarin. As soon as the plane had taken off, Renjun was quick to raise the armrest between the two of you and pulled you so that your head rested against his shoulder, his arm wrapped around you with his hand gripping your waist.

Renjun felt your intense overflow of emotions from the sadness and grief of parting from your loved ones to the fear of making such a giant change in your life, the excitement of going somewhere new, but also the smallest amount of happiness and fulfillment. He didn’t know the cause of it, but you did. You knew you loved him even if you weren’t big on vocalizing it towards him, but you always showed it to him whether it be through the way you untangled his hair after he spent an hour messing it up out of frustration, or the way you pressed your face further into the hoodie he was currently wearing. You let his scent calm you and eventually sleep overtook you, your energy spent from dealing with so much within just the past few hours.

By the time Renjun is gently rubbing your shoulder and calling your name to wake you, the plane is already about to land. Once you got off the plane and retrieved your luggage, you didn’t even have to think about finding Jaemin, who was supposed to pick you up because that’s literally what he did. Your mind was blank, just absently staring at the ground when suddenly the monotonous tiled floor was no longer under your feet. You didn’t even have enough energy to flinch as Jaemin’s arms held you as he swung you around cooing, “oh my baby is finally here! Do you know how much I missed you? Did you miss me too? I think you did!”

Renjun had to forcefully grab you out of Jaemin’s hold while lightly scolding him, “can’t you see that she’s tired?”

“My little cutie can fall asleep in my arms any day” Jaemin said, pulling you back into his arms and smashing his cheek into yours as if he were a cat. Renjun could only roll his eyes as he took your bags over to where Haechan was waiting, leaning against an expensive-looking car and as you got closer, you noticed it was a Tesla. You were shocked that they had a Tesla, you were even more shocked to find out that Haechan could drive, as none of them had previously mentioned any driving abilities, not that they really needed it with their superhuman speed.

“Did you guys actually steal a car or what?” Renjun exclaimed, clearly just as shocked as you.

Haechan scoffed as he pushed himself off the car, “‘or what’ is your answer. I’ll have you know that we didn’t steal it and it was fully paid for,” he said as he helped Renjun and Jaemin with your luggage, “not by us though. Chenle paid for it. That kid is loaded, I swear.”

At the mention of the new ‘kid’, Renjun’s face lit up as he let out a noise of surprise. As Renjun helped you into the backseat of the car, you made eye contact with him and asked, “who’s Chenle?”

“Ah! Chenle, he’s-” Renjun began, only to be cut off by Haechan, who was buckling himself into the driver’s seat.

“A pain in the ass.”

“Haechan, please be quiet or so help me, I will remove you from this vehicle.” His statement caused you and Jaemin to laugh, only getting an eye roll from Haechan as he started the car. “Chenle is, I guess what you could say, a younger cousin of mine. He’s a whole lot closer to your age though,” that sentence earning a chuckle from Haechan before Renjun reached over to smack the side of his head before continuing, “so he and I are definitely a ways apart in the family bloodline but I heard he was recently turned and he’s in training to take over some business his family runs.”

“Oh? How old is he?” You asked, excited to possibly meet someone who hasn’t been the same age for over ten years now.

Jaemin abruptly turned around, nearly scaring Haechan as he pulled out from the stall, his toothy smile showing as he spoke to you, “he’s only nineteen though he was turned a few years ago so I think he should be about twenty-three maybe.”

“Anyways,” Renjun began, “I think you’d like Chenle. He’s a lot more modern than I am so he’ll probably get your jokes more often than I do.”

“It’s okay that you’re old,” you interjected, “I think it’s cute when you get all confused and I have to teach you.”

Renjun shook his head, letting out a sigh of embarrassment, “The important thing about Chenle though is that he’s still considered a new vampire and I think you’ll find comfort in him since you’ll be transitioning alongside him. You’ll have him to play around with and talk to so it won’t be as lonely.”

“Yeah, you wouldn’t believe how boring it was to just have Renjun to talk to” Haechan blurted as he navigated his way out of the airport.

“But you two are like old grandpas,” Jaemin complained, “I had no one to play with and talk to, they were both already some thousands of years old when I was turned. It was like being around mummies” he said, clearly exaggerating.

Despite the overly playful bantering, you were actually thinking about this Chenle guy and you were excited to meet him though you immediately associated him with your imminent fate to become one of them. The thought makes you shudder just a little because you had already done your own research and you knew just how painful it could be.

Haechan seems to always drive a little faster than what seems safe but you’re too tired to care, already dozing off, leaning against the window. The next time you open your eyes is due to Jaemin screaming at you to wake up as the car pulls up in front of a small, traditional, yet cute looking house. The aesthetics of the house immediately sparked the architecture major in you and you knew you could spend hours admiring what you assume to be Renjun’s house, but thankfully said boy pulls you inside the front door, not giving you much time to fully root yourself into the driveway.

Renjun himself seemed to pause in awe when he walked through the front door. “Like what we did to the place?” Haechan asked with a smug look on his face. The interior of the house was almost nothing like the exterior. The furniture was modern but minimalistic, mostly white with occasional wooden accents and grey walls. The difference was almost shocking yet you noticed how there were still traditional elements like the dragons carved into the walls and the gold plating around the light switches.

“Chenle paid for it” Jaemin stated. Again, it was that kid being mentioned with money, causing you to wonder just how much of it he had while Haechan complained to Renjun about how much work it was to remodel, only having himself, Jaemin, and Chenle to do the work. Though when Renjun continued to ignore him and wander off down a hallway, he moved onto bothering you, telling you how he plans to enroll in an interior design program in order to be your other half, who was interested in exterior design.

You playfully pushed him away as you followed Renjun, not wanting to be left alone with the most annoying one out of the bunch. You walked down the hallway to find Renjun and Jaemin already in what you presumed to be you and Renjun’s shared room.

It was a large, spacious room, the walls colored a cute pastel grey-blue mixture, almost the same color as Jaemin’s hair, ironically. Your eyes went from the large closets on opposite sides of the room to the entrance to the bathroom with the beautiful marbled flooring, then finally landing on the large queen-sized bed which was definitely an upgrade from the twin bed that you and Renjun had gotten used to sharing, the other person always half, if not fully, on top of the other.

Haechan quickly joined the three of you and immediately took it upon himself to challenge Jaemin, “I bet I can unpack a suitcase faster than you.” So of course, they both used this opportunity to utilize their enhanced speed to compete against each other in unpacking your suitcases, only slowing down to ask you or Renjun where you wanted a certain item or who it belonged to. You thoroughly enjoyed the show they put on for you, even if it was slightly headache-inducing due to the fact that your eyes couldn’t fully capture them moving so quickly.

By the time you sat down to eat the stew Jaemin had lovingly cooked for you, you were starved. You had barely even taken a single bite when there was a knock at the door. Jaemin left his position in front of the stove to see who it was, exclaiming as he opened the door and letting out a loud “Chenle-yahhhh!”

Your head immediately jerked up at the mention of the name, curious to see what he looked like after hearing so much about him. You were met by his fox-like smile and darkened red eyes as he introduced himself to you, already seeming to know who you were all the while squirming in Jaemin’s hold. “I’m Chenle, though I suppose you could tell already. Nice to finally meet you, y/n.”

“Oh, I’m so happy! Our Chenle is finally talking to a girl! And I can’t believe my two babies are here together~” Jaemin’s incessant cooing causing Haechan to do his infamous dry heave as Renjun directed your attention back to your stew which was already cooling down.

Once Jaemin had calmed down, he took a seat next to you as Haechan and Renjun were busy talking to Chenle about business-related things. You had slowly lost your appetite, as you still associated Chenle with the fact that you had promised them that you’d let them turn you once you settled down here. Jaemin sensed the drop in your mood and didn’t hesitate to grab your hand, that had balled up without you noticing, and drawing shapes on it while reassuring you that it won’t hurt as much as you think. “Y/n, look at me. As long as Renjun is here, it won’t hurt at all. Don’t worry about it, okay?”

He only continues speaking once you take another mouthful of your food. “You’re lucky you have him, though I was lucky enough to have my sister. She turned me to save me after we got into a car accident with my parents,” he looked at you to gauge your reaction, going on after he sees you still chewing, “my parents didn’t make it and she knew they wouldn’t so instead she chose to save me, not wanting to lose all the people she cared for. Personally though, I only really appreciated her after I made the transition,” he looked at you again and you motioned for him to continue while gathering up another scoop. “She spent her early years as a vampire going back and forth between us and her husband. I didn’t realize how much self-control it took until after I had to experience it myself, the constant thirst, especially when your significant other isn’t around.”

You swallowed the food that was in your mouth before asking, “why do you always refer to relationships as if you’re still human? You never just call people ‘mates.’”

“Ah, I think that’s because I’m still fairly new to the whole vampire thing. I still view relationships the way you would, you know? I could be married by now and had kids if I was still human, I think I’d be turning thirty this year” he mused.

While you were lost in the thought of Jaemin having kids and chasing his own little toddlers around, you didn’t notice Chenle taking the seat across from you until he cleared his throat, a little too obnoxiously for Haechan’s liking, getting a slap to the back of his head. The second you looked up and made eye contact with him, he asked “so when are you turning?”

All eyes went to you and Renjun, who had begun stuttering from the sudden attention. “W-we, uh, we haven’t discussed it yet.” If his ears could turn red, they’d have been burning by now.

“Well hurry up then. I can’t wait to finally have someone to play with. Everyone here is so old and boring, they don’t even know what memes are” Chenle quips, earning himself yet another slap from Haechan along with an eye roll from Jaemin, who claims he’s not that old and knows what memes are too.

You miraculously managed to finish your dinner and stayed to help Jaemin clean up the few dishes he had used to cook for you. Haechan and Renjun had ventured off somewhere while Chenle stayed seated at the table, only turning the chair around so he could face you and ask you questions while you did the dishes. Chenle asked you countless questions ranging from when you were born to what your favorite season was and if you had watched the latest trending shows on Netflix.

You could tell he was much closer to your age, as it soon felt like you were talking to just another friend rather than someone who wasn’t even the species as you. Chenle was very energetic and playful, already having taken to teasing you in the slightest ways while cracking jokes that you doubt Renjun, or even Haechan, would understand.

As you finished with the dishes, Renjun had returned to the kitchen, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist while resting his head on your shoulder. “My love, there’s something I want to show you” he murmured into your ear, gently pulling you away from the sink. Jaemin and Chenle followed along as Renjun led you downstairs and through the lounge area you only caught a glimpse of earlier.

While your attention was drawn to all the high-tech gaming devices set up, you didn’t notice the solid steel door Renjun was guiding you to, only turning to look at it as he was turning the handle and pushing the door open, revealing Haechan inside a small room painted almost entirely grey. It resembled the look of a hospital room, except instead of the cot, there was a metal table with leather straps hanging loosely from the sides which Haechan was playing with.

You looked at Renjun, having an idea as to what this room is for, as he places an arm around your waist and steps inside. Haechan looks up and clears his throat loudly, almost as annoying as the way Chenle did earlier except this one is filled with pride. “Lady and not-so-gentlemen,” he began, Jaemin whining from behind you, clearly upset at Haechan’s choice of words, “this room is my work of art, which Renjun had commissioned me to construct. It is complete with state of the art noise cancelling walls and sealed ventilation to aid you in your transfer from human to vampire” he said, with a smirk at the end.

You were taken aback at how blunt Haechan was being, but you didn’t have much time to dwell on it due to Jaemin letting out a loud ‘wOW’ and running to the table, dragging Chenle along and asking him to strap him down. You let out a laugh at their childish antics while Haechan let out a sigh before turning back to you and Renjun and stating, “I’ll be ready whenever both of you are.”

Later that night, as you were cuddling in bed with Renjun after letting him feed from you, you turned to face him in your euphoric haze and whined “Renjunnieee~ when are you going to make me into a vampire? I want to be like youuu.”

“When would you like to do it, darling?” He replied, smiling at your current state, your eyes barely even open as you struggled to stay awake.

“I want it a-s-a-p,” you babbled, “as soon as possible.” Renjun only laughed as he placed a hand on your cheek while running his thumb over your lip. “I need to stop aging now or else I’m gonna end up older than youuuu.”

Renjun wheezed at your worry of passing his frozen age of twenty when yet, he was well over a hundred years old. As you were about to start whining again, he leaned in to press a kiss to your lips, effectively silencing you and saying “we’ll turn you as soon as possible then.” He pulled away slowly as your eyelids fluttered shut, smiling to himself as you let yourself drift off to sleep.

@nct-writers

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whereisstevethestove · 3 years

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Storms of Soul and Lightning: Flying Dutchman AU

Fandoms: Sanders sides and technically the lore behind the Flying Dutchman.

Characters: Logan, Patton, Remy, Remus

Relationships: Logan/Patton

Additional tags: Mer AU, Pirate AU, Human AU

TWs: Major Character Deaths. (For the plot, it is a ghost ship after all.)

Word count: 1150

Summary: How Patton and Logan come to join The Dutchman

Notes: Haha, I’m so sorry.

AO3

Ten Years after Remus Joined The Dutchman.

...

“Patton, gather the crew into my quarters.” Logan commanded as he pushed his wet hair from his face.

Patton nodded and disappeared below decks as another swell rocked the side of Fallen Atlas and Logan stumbled to his quarters, throwing the door open and getting in.

Forty-five was a long time to live. Especially with the lifestyle that he had led over the past twenty five years. Logan was tired. He could tell that Patton was growing older in his years as well, no longer able to climb or fight as well as they both had been able to in the golden years.

The ship herself was old now, forty years old, the only thing keeping her together was the countless repairs and the love that had been poured into her. Logan was shaken out of his thoughts by the sound of splintering and a moment later, Patton was ushering in the twenty men of the crew.

“Hello.”

“Captain…” one of the cooks trailed off when he saw the look in Logan’s eyes.

Patton shut the door and bolted it as lightning flashed across the sky.

“I’m sorry. If we had known the storm was coming, we would have never left port.” Logan adjusted his glasses and looked across his crew. “However, I do believe that this is our final voyage.”

Patton was standing next to him, and Logan wrapped an arm around him.

One of the youngest, a boy no older than fourteen, Logan remembered that he had joined most recently.

“What’s happening?” He stared at Logan with tired mocha eyes and the captain held back tears.

“Fallen Atlas will not make it through the storm.”

The boy’s eyes filled with tears and a crewmate that was next to him wrapped him in a hug, holding the sobbing boy close.

Logan took a deep breath. “Men. It was an honor to serve the sea with you.”

Patton spoke up. “It was glorious, wasn’t it Lo?”

“Captain?”

“There’s no need to call me that anymore.” Logan said calmly as the ship groaned and more splintering sounds came from outside.

“Logan, it was an honor to be on your crew.”

“Aye, a toast to the captain and his husband!”

“A toast!” “Aye!”

Lightning flashed. Another swell hit the side of the boat and the candles in the room went out as the window panelling at the back of the room shattered.

No one screamed, but the fourteen year old boy pushed himself out of the arms of the crewmate that he was with, stumbling to the captain.

“You never got my name, I want to die with someone knowing it.”

Patton wordlessly said nothing as he pulled the boy into the embrace that he and the captain were in. “Tell us.”

“Remy.”

Logan let out a choked sob as lightning struck again, closer this time by the boom of thunder that followed it.

“You deserved so much better. I apologize again.”

Remy said nothing, but instead tucked his head against Logan’s neck, hiding as the final swell hit them.

Fallen Atlas tipped sideways, her crew inside the captain’s quarters, all of them together as cold, unforgiving water swept through and drowned them all.

…

Logan blinked.

He was sitting in a rowboat on the smoothest water he’d ever seen, Patton across from him and Remy in his lap, asleep.

Patton was clearly awake.

“Love?”

“Lo… I think we’re dead.” Patton whispered softly. Logan looked at himself and back to Patton.

“You look younger.”

“Aye. Look around, the rest of the crew is here as well, all in our primes.”

Logan glanced around the still water, seeing a few other similar boats. It was foggy though and the only indication of other boats were the glowing lanterns.

A mournful song cut through the air.

And that’s when a ship made out of what looked like mist and wood loomed into view.

Logan gasped softly. “The Flying Dutchman.”

The ship glided smoothly, passing unaware crewmates until it slowly drifted to a stop in the still water.

Remy stirred from his spot in Logan’s lap. Logan tore his gaze from the ship to make sure the boy was okay.

“We’re... dead?”

“Yes.”

Remy sniffed and Logan wiped at his tears. “I’m sorry little one.”

“Souls of Fallen Atlas!”

Logan and Patton looked up at the ship, seeing a familiar sailor, who was now wearing a captain’s hat and a pitying expression.

“Your ship went down about a month ago and it took me and my crew quite the time to find your souls. Welcome to being dead! It’s not quite the purgatory that one would expect, but who am I to judge? I’m the captain of this lovely place and I’ll guide you to the afterworlds.”

The captain took a deep breath.

“Of course, if you’re not ready to move on, there is one other option.”

Logan and Patton exchanged glances.

“Join my crew! We had a few move one recently, we have enough spots for three.”

Logan gently ran a hand through Remy’s hair. “Do you want another chance?”

“Yes.”

“Very well, I shall join you.”

“I as well.” Patton adjusted his glasses and stood, rocking their boat. “Captain? We wish to join the Dutchman.”

The captain looked at the group and nodded. “Welcome Logan, Patton and Remy.”

Logan wondered how he knew their names. Sure the captain looked familiar, but Logan had seen many people come and go from Fallen Atlas, what was one ghost captain?”

Their rowboat floated silently over to the side of a ship and a rope was thrown down.

Remy was first up, the young boy silent as he climbed, followed by Patton and then Logan, who was amazed at what taking twenty years off your dying age could do. At least he assumed that he was roughly twenty-five now. It felt like that age.

Once his feet landed on the deck, the captain swept into a bow. “Welcome.”

“Thank you.”

The captain looked at Remy, who was standing in between Logan and Patton. “You left too soon.”

Remy shifted on his feet and looked away. “I know.”

“If you serve the ship for a hundred years, I’ll allow you to return to live a normal life.”

“Really?”

The captain nodded. “Aye.”

“Thank you.” Remy whispered and the captain gave a satisfied nod. “Good. Now, as to you two. I remember you well.”

Logan tilted his head in confusion as the captain grinned and wrapped him in a hug.

“I’m Remus, was part of your crew for about eight years. You both were only a few years older than me.”

The pieces clicked and Logan gasped, returning the hug. “We thought you were captured and killed in port.”

“Whoops.”

Patton giggled and Remus grinned. “Your husband treat you well in life?”

“Course, Lo’s the best.”

“Good. Well, men. Let’s get to work.”

#flying dutchman au #logan #patton #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfic #not countdown

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feisty-fae · 4 years

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If you still do the flower ask thingys.. 👉👈 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙜𝙤 :)

HoooH boY hEre we gO-

Alisons: Sexuality?

I sexually identify as a can of beans

Amaranth: Pronouns/Gender?

Cis female she/her

Amaryllis: Birthday?

27 September

Anemone: Favorite flower?

All flowers pretty,, but stargazer lily, rose, dahlia and cherry blossoms

Angelonia: Favorite t.v. show?

I don't watch tv but I'll list some other stuff i like to watch:mha, beastars and aggretsuko

Arum-Lily: What’s the farthest you’d go for a stranger?

Idk depends on scenario??

Aster: What’s one of your favorite quotes?

"Kanye West he likes, fingers in his ass."

Aubrieta: Favorite drink?

Any Milkshakes or smoothies (mostly banana and strawberry for milkshake and p much anything for smoothie)

Baby’s Breath: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

I've never had kith

Balsam Fir: Have you ever been in love?

Well you see yes but actually no

Baneberries: Favorite song?

I listen to a lot but to keep it short:baby in the kitchen, in my mouth and friends slowed (chase atlantic)

Basket of Gold: Describe your family.

We p chill fam

Beebalm: Do you have a best friend? Who is it?

Irl bestie,, shes not on tumblr lol

Begonia: Favorite color?

PinKKK

But i like most colours

Bellflower: Favorite animal?

Cats,,,,

FoxES,

ANYTHING CUDDLY AND CUTE

Bergenia: Are you a morning or night person?

Night

Black-Eyed Susan: If you could be any animal for a day, what would it be?

I'd be like a doggo bc it would be the most fun i think-

Bloodroots: When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?

I wanted to be a vet but then when my granny asked me "but whos gonna clean up the animal poop?" I was like "eWW pO0pP!" and then decided that mayb i shouldn't be a vet

Bluemink: What are your thoughts on children?

They're either really kind and sweet

Or literal demons from hell

Legit no inbetween

Blazing Stars: What are you afraid of? Is there a reason why?

I'm afraid of lot of things-

Borage: Give a random fact about your childhood.

I was one dumbass bitcg-

Bugleherb: How would you spend your last day on Earth?

Idk eat pizza and cry or smth ajakamkw

Buttercup: Relationship Status?

Single

Camelia: If you could visit anywhere, where would you want to go?

NEW YORKKK, CONCRETE JUNGLE WHERE DREAMS ARE MADE OFFF THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN'T DO NOW YOU'RE IN NEW YOOORKKK

Candytufts: When do you feel most loved?

When someone hugs me or just generally spends time with me

Canna: Do you have any tattoos?

Nop

Canterbury Bells: Do you have any piercings?

I used to have piercings when i was a bab but eHh haven't worn them since and i dont think my ear holes are big enough now-

California Poppy: Height?

4'10 grrr I'm the omega midget and I'll devour ur ankles

Cardinal Flower: Do you believe in ghosts?

Nop

Carnation: What are you currently wearing?

Pant, pink top and black hoodie

Catnip: Have you ever slept with a nightlight?

I think i have??

Chives: Who was the last person you hugged?

My mom and my dad

Chrysanthemum: Who’s the last person you kissed?

I never kith

Cock’s Comb: Favorite font?

I dont have one so imma say sans bc it always looks out of place and makes me laugh-

Columbine: Are you tired?

I feel like screaming and jumping around my room like a crackhead

Common Boneset: What are you looking forward to?

Nothing in particular ig

Coneflower: Dream job?

Smth kinda fun and art or design related hopefully,,,,

Crane’s-Bill: Introvert or extrovert?

Introvert but i also get lonley easily

Crocus: Have you ever been in love?

Nop,,,,

Crown Imperial: What’s the farthest you would go for someone you care about?

I would get run over by 5 monster trucks, jump off a plane, get mauled by 10 bears, get trampled on by a stampede, get brutally tortured for 12 hours straight, yeet myself into the Grand Canyon and then break all my bones with my bare hands if they weren't broken already

Ok basically i care a lot

Cyclamen: Did you have a favorite stuffed animal as a child? What was it?

I had this st bernard plush called Sparky and this lion named Sammy,,

Daffodil: What’s your zodiac sign?

Libra

Dahlia: Have you done anything worth remembering?

My memory is legit so bad it's probably concerning uHHH

Daisy: What do you feel is your greatest accomplishment?

Mayb art??

Daylily: What would you do if your parents didn’t like your partner(s)?

Ehhh i might reason with them and then if they still disagreed I'd just keep the relationship a secret

Dendrobium: Who is the last person that you said “I love you” to?

My parents

False Goat’s Beard: What is something you are good at?

Ehhh arT

Foxgloves: What’s something you’re bad at?

EhhHh everything that isn't art-

Freesia: What are three good things that have happened in the past month?

Oh boy here comes my shitty memory-

Hmmm

Idk but I'm mostly happy that I've been more social and stuff and i feel like im kinda coming out of my shell a bit

Not sure what to say for other 2 bc nothing in particular has really happend?

Garden Cosmos: How was your day today?

Ehhh oK??

Gardenia: Are you happy with where you’re at in your life?

Mayhapsn't

Gladiolus: What is something you hope to do in the next year or two?

I hope to pass all my exams and get an okish job mayb

Glory-of-the-Snow: What are ten things that make you happy/you’re grateful to have in your life?

1.fRIENBS ILY MY HABIBIS

2. Fammm

3. eHhh yummy food,,

4. Drawing and uhhh art

5. EPIC MUTUALS

6. Ok idk what else aside from like serious stuff like house and etc.-

Heliotropium: What helps you calm down when you feel stressed?

Drawing, crying, venting to a friend/parent

Hellebore: How do you show affection?

Hugssss,kith,cuddle, *draws u stuff*

Hoary Stock: What are you proudest of?

MmmmmMy aRRt?

Hollyhock: Describe your ideal day.

Wake up

Don't go to school

Vibe with friends

Sleeb

Hyacinth: What do you like to do in your free time?

MmMmMM aRT-

Hydrangea: How long have you known your best friend? How did you meet them?

Ehh 8yrs? We met in hell school

Irises: Who can you talk to about (almost) everything?

Friendos

Mom

Laceleaf: How many friends do you have?

6..?? Aa idk theres some people that idk if they'd consider me a friend or not,,

Lantanas: What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received?

Idk any compliment is best compliment for me,,

Larkspur: What do you think of yourself?

Ew yucky gröss

Lavender: What’s your favorite thing about yourself?

m y a r t

Also my hair bc its soft and wavy,,

Leather Flower: What’s your least favorite thing about yourself?

Everything else-

Lilac: What’s something you liked to do as a child?

Climb trees and do dumb shit

Lily: Who was your best friend when you were a kid?

Same irl bestie i mentioned before

Lily of the Incas: What is something you still feel guilty for?

MmmmmmMMM,,,

Lily of the Nile: What is something you feel guilty for that you shouldn’t feel guilty about?

MMMmMMmMMMMmmmMMm,,,,,,

Lupine: What does your name mean? Why is that your name?

Well I chose Fae bc i thought it sounded pretty

Marigold: Where did you grow up? Tell us about it.

Idk what to rlly say lmao

Morning Glory: What was your bedroom like growing up?

Kinda the same but i had toys everywhere-

Also when i was like 5 i had this legit fucking cursed thomas the tank engine shaped bed that i actually found a pic of but it's FUCKING HORRIFYING SO I PROBS WONT SHOW HERE-

Mugworts: What was it like for you as a teenager? Did you enjoy your teenage years?

EW BEING A TEENAGER SUCKS ASS HOW DO I UNDO????

Norwegian Angelica: Tell us about your mom.

Hi mom ily ur epic

Onions: Tell about your dad.

Hi dad ily ur epic

Orchid: Tell about your grandparents.

Omg i miss my grannies sm bc i couldn't see em this year bc nasty pandemic

Pansy: What was your most memorable birthday? What made it be so memorable?

Haha shit memory gor brrRR-

I don't really remember too many specific parties but when i was like 7-10 i had these epic parties in those birthday places with the giant play areas

I kinda wish i wasn't too old to go to them sobs

Peony: What was your first job?

I haven't had a job yet

Petunia: If you’re in a relationship, how did you meet your partner(s)? If you’re not in a relationship, how did you meet your crush/how do you hope to meet your future partner(s), if you want any?

Hmmmm idk? I haven't really thought abt that but i don't really mind i just wanna find someone to vibe with,,

Pincushion: How do you deal with pain?

I cri

Pink: Where is home?

Home is home home

Plantain Lilies: If you could go back in time, what is one thing you would stop/change?

Now where do i start...

Prairie Gentian: Who is someone you look up to? Describe them.

I look up to people that are kind, caring, brave, funny, cool or stronger than me ig?

Primrose: Describe your ideal life.

Basically my current life minus school, stress,pandemic and responsibilities lmao

Rhodendron: What is something you used to believe in as a child?

I used to believe in ghosts after i thought i encountered one

Ricinus: Who’s the most important in your life?

Hermmmst

Rose: What’s your favorite sound?

Peoples laughsss also music

Rosemallows: What’s your favorite memory?

Bro i dont have one,, my aphantasia makes it hard for me to remember stuff-

Sage: What’s your least favorite memory?

Snapdragon: At this moment, what do you want?

I wantttt better chargersss thattt donttt telll meee thatt myyy tablett will finishh chargingg innn 1 dayy andd 7 hoursss

St. John’s Wort: Is it easy or difficult for you to express how you feel about things?

Kinda difficult but im opening up more

Sunflower: What is something you don’t want to imagine life without?

fRIENDS,,,,,wAh

Sweet Pea: How much sleep did you get last night?

8 hrs

Tickseed: What’s your main reason to get up every morning?

Idk ig i kinda have to go to school and do stuff

Touch-Me-Not: How do you feel about your current job?

Non existant

Transvaal Daisy: What’s your favorite item of clothing?

My black and white stripy top, and all my hoodiess

Tropical White Morning Glory: Describe your aesthetic.

I don't think i have just one aesthetic bc im drawn to so many different aesthetics at the same time-

Like vintage, neon, dark, spoopy, pastel, cute, etc etc

Tulip: What would be the best present to get you?

OMG I LEGIT JUST SCREAM AT ANYTHING ANYONE GIVES ME-

IF SOMEONE GOES OUT OF THEIR WAY TO MAKE ME SMTH I CRY,,

Vervain: What’s stressing you out most right now?

🤏

Wisteria: How many books have you read in the past few months? What were they called?

I haven't been reading anythinggg

But i should really finish reading Percy Jackson bc it do be picking up dust-

Wolf’s Bane: Where do you want to be in life this time next year?

Everywhere

Yarrow: Do you know what vore is?

Mmm yummy 👅

Zinnia: Give a random fact about yourself.

I am currently living and breathing yes

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softestvirgil · 5 years

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Let The Flames Begin

Chapter Six

Summary:

The gang head out on a road trip

Genre: Alternate Universe

Rating: PG

Pairing(s): Side Logicality, Implied Prinxiety

Word count: 1685

Warnings: Cursing, Injury mentions, Car accident

Let me know if there’s any more I should add!

Saturday was finally here and the boys were on their way to the Prince family cottage.

The drive was only about an hour, and the weather was really nice today. It was warm and sunny but with a nice cool breeze that made everything feel cozy. The trees were all turning orange and the fields were full of foods to harvest. It was beautiful.

Virgil had his head out the window, and with his eyes closed, he just let the air hit his face and took in some soft breaths. He hadn’t felt this at peace in a long time. It was at times like this that he would start to feel an impending sense of doom.

He was sat in the backseat today with Patton, because Logan insisted on being the one using the map, and you can’t guide the driver very well from the backseat, but neither Patton nor Virgil minded. Roman, however…

“Ugh, what’s my next turn, nerd-brain?” Roman grumbled. He would have much rather had Virgil sitting beside him but he lost this round and was being a brat about it.

Logan sighed. “Turn left at the fork and then go straight,” He sounded like a GPS and every time he gave directions it caused Virgil and Patton to quietly snicker at him from the back

“Thank you, Siri,” Roman told him.

“Haha. Very funny,” Logan replied, using the same monotone voice as before.

“Logan, I am genuinely starting to think you are a robot and have just hidden it from us this whole time…” Virgil commented with a smirk.

“Well, sorry to disappoint you but I am not a robot,” Logan stated.

Virgil went on. “What if, you just don’t know you’re a robot…”

Logan was getting annoyed. “That’s absurd,”

“How so?” Roman wondered, joining in on the teasing.

“Because… because!” Logan exclaimed. “Robots cannot be gay! Aha! I have foiled your joke!”

“Nah, I’m pretty sure C3PO was gay,” Roman replied, taking one hand off the wheel to take a sip of his drink.

“Hey, be careful! Both hands on the wheel, mister!” Patton yelled, startling everyone and causing Roman to drop his drink, and spill it all over Logan in the process.

“Fuck!” Logan screamed.

“Oh, shit! Oh shit!” Roman was too distracted. He needed to pay attention to the road. His eyes were away from it for too long. Virgil was getting nervous. He could feel his hand starting to heat up. It burnt his palms.

“Ouch,” He murmured, trying to put the fire out. Usually, it went out a lot easier than this, but right now he was struggling.

Roman caught a glimpse into the back and noticed this. "You good, Virge?"

"Yeah, I-"

“Eyes on the road!” Patton yelled again.

Roman turned to look at Patton. “It’s fine there’s no one out h-”

Then out of nowhere, they swerved into the next lane and had a collision with another car. It crashed into the side.

Roman’s side.

They rolled into the ditch and the other car took off. It was a hit and run.

Everyone was out but Virgil.

His hearing was gone. It was just a loud ringing, and his head was pounding from hitting it off the window when they crashed.

Blood was dripping down his head, and despite his tolerance for pain, he was feeling some of this, but he didn’t care. He had to make sure his friends were alive.

Looking around him was like a horror movie. There was blood everywhere, everyone but him was out and they all were horribly injured.

“Patton?!” He yelled. Patton’s eyes were shut, and he seemed to be breathing, but the window on his side had broken from the impact and cut his face. Virgil tried shaking him but he wouldn’t wake up, and it was probably for the best since he was probably in a lot of pain.

“Roman?!” Virgil screamed, climbing into the front of the car. Roman was the most beat up. Other than the other car nearly crushing him, his car was totaled and he had been impaled by some of the metal.

“Fuck,” Virgil whispered, looking at Roman. He wasn't doing well. His skin was sickly pale and he was losing a lot of blood. Virgil hadn’t noticed it but he was crying heavily.

Then, Logan woke up.

“Wh-” He tried to speak but was shocked by the scene that was laid out before him. His best friend was either dead or dying, his other friend was sobbing, covered in blood and screaming and his boyfriend was out cold with glass sticking out of his face.

His nose was broken and bleeding from the impact of the airbag but he hadn’t noticed that.

“Logan…” Virgil said, with tears steadily streaming down his face from before.

Logan wiped his nose and his hand was covered in blood. “Oh my. You should uh… use the phone...”

“Phone,” Virgil repeated and climbed back into his seat to retrieve his phone.

“911, what’s your emergency,” The female operator said.

“Hi, uh… I was just involved in a car accident,” Virgil replied sounding frantic.

“Can you give me your location, sir?” The operator asked calmly.

“N- no we uh, we were headed toward- toward…” Virgil kept trailing off. He was in shock.

“Sir, please stay on the line,” The lady said, tracing the call and trying to pinpoint their location.

“We are on our way,” she said.

“Hello, sir? Please stay on the-” He hung up on her because he barely took in anything she said.

“Virgil, are they coming?” Logan asked, holding a hand over his nose.

He was staring into the distance. His eyes were all glossy.

“Virgil!” Logan screamed.

“Yeah… yeah…” Virgil was losing it.

“We need you, stay with us,” Logan said calmly. “I need you to take the glass out of Patton’s face and cauterize the wound.

“H-how?!” Virgil’s hands were shaking, and little sparks were dancing off his fingertips.

Logan took a deep breath. “Just gently pull the glass out and try to control your powers for a second… can you do that?”

“I… I can try,” Virgil replied. He turned to Patton. The glass was in his cheek, but it looked quite deep.

He took the glass in his fingertips and started pulling, it slowly. It slid out but now the wound was gushing blood.

He was trying to get the fire to work but he was too stressed out to control it and he was worried he would burn Patton’s face. “Shit. Logan I can’t…”

“Virgil…”

“No! I can’t! I’ll hurt him!” He screamed.

“Just calm down,” Logan pleaded.

“No!” Virgil yelled and his eyes turned orange. His powers were out of control and if he wasn’t careful he would kill himself and everyone in the car.

Logan never cried. He didn’t even cry the day his Grandmother died. He was sad, but he just wasn’t outwardly emotional, but right now his eyes were full of tears.

“I’m gonna kill you guys if I don’t get out of here,” Virgil whispered.

“No, it’s alright,” Logan replied.

“No… I have to get out… I have to leave... I can’t-”

“Shut up, you big babies!” Roman woke up and screamed at them.

“Oh my god… you... shouldn’t be awake,” Logan blinked.

“Why-” He said and then looked down. “Oh, that’s… oh that uh, cool,”

“Are you feeling any pain?” Logan asked.

Roman was trying to hold it together but he was also going into shock. “N-nope, maybe that’s uh, worse…” His voice was full of gravel.

“Fuck, Virgil please just…” Logan began and then looked into the back. Virgil was gone.

“Virgil?!” They both yelled.

Virgil had climbed out of the car and was now running down the side of the highway. He had to get away from them. He had to. He wasn’t in control and he was terrified of killing them as he had done to his parents.

He clearly wasn’t in his right mind because he was just running, with no destination. Well, trying to run. He was really injured and climbing out of a totaled car when he could barely feel any pain didn’t help.

He was using every last bit of power he had to keep moving but he was getting weaker by the second.

After running for about ten minutes he stopped and collapsed to his knees, fire somehow still surging through his palms.

"Why…" Was all he could manage to say. Something wasn't right. He was extremely distressed, but he should not have been able to still use his powers now, hell, he shouldn't even have been conscious. He was weaker than he had ever been, weaker than he was in the woods. Something was very wrong here.

Virgil just stared into the distance again, and his mind went blank. He stayed this way for what seemed like hours until the ambulance, police cars and fire department caught up to him.

They lifted him and put him in the back of the ambulance with his friends. Logan was still conscious but Roman had passed out again and Patton was still out cold.

"Don't you dare pull something like that again," Logan scolded and gave Virgil the biggest hug he had received in years.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry," Virgil cried into Logan's shirt.

"It's okay… it's alright," Logan comforted. "They said that Patton only needs stitches, but he has to stay for a few days because he lost a lot of blood. Roman needs surgery, and they are hoping they can stabilize him,"

Virgil sniffled. "So, they're gonna be okay?"

Logan kept the hug going, not really wanting to let go yet. "I don't know. One can only hope so..." He was scared but he knew he had to hold it together, for both of them. There was no use scaring Virgil again, and there was no use in him freaking out either. That didn't help anyone.

They stayed in each other's embrace for the rest of the ride there, and neither of them would tell another soul about it, but they both knew they would be much closer friends after this.

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starlit-scifi · 5 years

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Chapter 8

First•Previous•Next

The new term starts, and excitement is bubbling in the air. It’s finally time to begin preparing for your class group’s training mission; as the second group you’ve heard all sorts of stories from your first-group yearmates, some frightening, some funny, none of them dull. On the first day, you wake up to a message from Lori:

-Earth similar non sentient life forms, no possible pathogenicity, breathable air, moderate water rainfall, upper habitable range temperatures. We’ve got it good. Really good.

-Well don’t spoil it for me!

-As if they were going to give you a dead moon, miss bioarchivist?

-One with a culture and politics, maybe…

-If I had to sit through you attempting to do politics for hours on end, I’d let the void take me AND my GPA.

-Oh boo hoo go polish your shoes or something

-I won’t need to shine any shoes where we’re going, haha

-True. I’m excited!

-Me too.

You give yourself a few seconds of rolling around and giggling before you get down to planning. You’ll be supplied with proper gear, since all of it will probably have to be destroyed or decontaminated anyway for safety, regardless of known pathogenicity. Food could be an issue, there's only so much you can carry so foraging will likely be necessary. You'll need to gather information on that, plus maps and climate data, and of course details on what exactly “Earth-similar non-sentient life forms” entails. But you'll get your information soon enough, and then you can get around to what you've been looking forward to since going to Unity became a serious option for you.

It gets harder.

Colab is your only class now, and it doesn't meet regularly: it's more of a placeholder in your schedule where you know your advisors will be available to answer questions. And you have a lot, soon enough.

In the short time that Unity has existed, the assigned region of your planet, Bernubos-3, has been used for training missions exactly eighteen times. Your biggest problem is that out of all of those missions, none have happened to fall during the hottest part of the bi-solar cycle, and you're scheduled to be there at the tail end of that. So you get to dig into all the data from (relatively) ancient surveys of the planet, including some which are pre-Reunion and non-human-directed, and thus missing some kind of important things. Like near-surface atmospheric oxygen and CO2 levels.

Slowly, things start to take shape. Mostly via message, you and Lori agree on what you want to do: a six-week long expedition, on foot, into the forested valley between two old volcanic mountains that lay poleward of your landing site. The route is one that's been done several times before, so it's relatively worry-free, and you can use and build on previous data from student projects. You plan to study soil microbes and small invertebrates, which have both been looked at previously but not in much detail.

Up until now, you hadn't been expected to be really fit, and honestly you were holding out a little bit of hope for a less physically demanding mission. But no, you have to actually work out now, and you curse yourself with every rep for letting your body go for years. At least Manda or Lori are willing to go to the gym with you most evenings, and Hayleen gives you encouragement via message.

You're also required to train for certain things with Lori. Survival skills, first aid, how to pilot your landing pod, and how to send out an emergency signal if things get really bad. You're nervous at first, still… but she wants to work, you want to work, and so you quickly learn the most important survival skill: bottling up any feelings you might have for her. You’re too busy, anyway, and you both have a very strict set of priorities you've agreed upon.

It gets to the point where one day, when you go up to the usually-empty observation deck to sit and read, you stop halfway into the abstract of a twenty-page-long paper, desperately wanting to scream out into the nothingness.

But you know nothing will hear you.

And you know, whatever you did say, the words you need to say won't make it to the one person you wish would hear them.

You take off your airscreen headset to wipe the tears from your face, but you just can't stop crying. You sob as quietly as you can, and it aches deep in your chest how much you just want to let yourself feel, to let her know how you feel, and you nearly wish you couldn't feel anything at all.

And I shouldn’t, you think, looking down at your clenched fists and the spots of tears on your skirt. It’s only getting in the way and we need to be able to function as a team.

Well, can't you anyway? A traitorous voice in the back of your mind asks. If you were completely devoted to one another, wouldn't you be devoted to your project even more? Isn't that why your parents married?

But you know that’s not really how it works, and that little ten-year-old Aurie in her empty house with no one to hold her felt just as alone as twenty-one-year-old Aurie does now.

You wipe your tears, and look out at the stars, orienting yourself by the most familiar ones. There's Yanna, your sun, and Fara’eh, which has Germond and Haqonat in its orbit. Between them lies Sol, a faint yellow speck, distant as humanity’s memory of what happened there. Distant as the memory of when your mom first pointed them out to you as you sat in your dad's lap, the memory laced in his warmth and her perfume.

You don't know if you miss it.

You don't know if you miss them.

There's a distant soft ping, and you realize you left your headset beside you on the bench. You pick it up and settle it gently over your face. Lori’s name pops up, and you flick open her message.

-I have some free time right now, if you want to come by and work for a bit.

-Sure. Let me get my stuff together and I'll be there in a few minutes

Okay, Aurie, so get it together.

Somehow, you manage. You keep breathing, you make your feet move, it's totally easy. You get to the dorms, you turn down the hall towards the mil side, walk all the way to where her unit lives, count the doors to her room: one, two, three, four--

Someone steps into your path, startling you out of your daze and almost making you fall over. Brown hands grip yours, and Manda laughs for a moment, but then her look turns to concern.

“Aurie, what's up? You look really out of it.”

“I… there's a lot, a lot going on right now…” you make an attempt at laughter. It's just sad.

“I get it,” she says, nodding sagely. “The pre-training-mission mental breakdown, happens to everyone. I got so bad Hay teamed up with Lori to drag me out of bed. I still have scars.”

“They— how—?”

“Well, I fought back, Lori let go once I bit her, and I fell on the corner of my desk,” she says matter-of-fact-ly. “I'd show you, but I’m not taking my pants off in the hallway.”

“You sure about that, Yu?” Someone asks as he walks past the two of you.

“Absolutely positive, Kivo,” she retorts, then turns back to you. “I'll let you in, and I can promise you Lori's completely clothed as well-- unless she's managed to spill coffee all over herself in the past minute. Like I said, it's mental breakdown season.”

You nod, and she squeezes your hands before letting go and walking you the rest of the way to the room. She presses her hand to the doorpad and bows, gesturing dramatically at the opening door. You giggle and fake curtsy (it doesn't work in these skirts, nothing works in these skirts) before walking in. Lori watches this exchange from her desk, bemused.

“I-- I ran into Manda and she let me in,” you explain, as if it weren't obvious.

“Got it,” she says, but she doesn't look like she has the energy to smile. You shuffle awkwardly to her bed and sit down. A moment later she groans and turns towards you.

“I know I said I wanted to work, but I really don't.”

“Yeah. Me either, honestly.”

“You can leave, if you want. I'm not kicking you out, but…” She shrugs.

After all this?

“No, no, it's okay, I'll just…” You feel trails of wetness on your cheeks.

Manda was right, it really is mental breakdown season.

“You okay?”

You shake your head, desperately trying to wipe your tears away. But they keep coming, and you feel so pathetic when you can't even breathe.

She sits beside you on the bed. She sits beside you, and she wraps her arms around you, rocks you gently as you let go of the last tiny shred of self-control you were holding on to. You sob against her shoulder, and she holds you.

“I'm sorry,” you manage, barely.

“No, no. It's okay,” she murmurs, rubbing your back. “It's okay. It's a lot of work to plan something like this. We’re all having a rough time.”

“It's not even that, it’s…” You try to laugh, you really do. “It’s going to sound so stupid, but I hate just… feeling alone.”

“It's not stupid,” she says firmly. “And you're not. You have me. You have Manda and Hay. You have Keegan and everyone else.”

“It's still not…” You clench your teeth so hard your jaw aches. “I don't know. I don't know what I need.”

But I do, and I can't ever have it.

She’s quiet for a long moment before breaking away with a soft smile on her face. “Well… if Manda were here, she'd make some big fancy gesture of it… but I have sweets from home I've been saving. If you want.”

Now your heart really hurts. “You don't have to do that for me…”

She shrugs. “They’re going to go bad if they don't get eaten. And you look like you need some comfort food.”

“Lori… thank you…” You think you're going to start crying again, and she pats your shoulder.

“It's not a big deal. Really.”

She goes to rummage around in a box for a moment before emerging victorious with a handful of shiny-wrappered somethings. She hands you one, holds onto one, and drops the rest on the bed beside you as you scrutinize the packaging. It's mostly in Earth Standard and the nutrition facts are set up for Alliance trade, but there’s enough distinctly Lotani words that you puzzle over a few phrases.

“They're like… fried or baked dough, filled with sweet stuff and sometimes nuts? It's a traditional thing way back from Old Earth, and a lot of people make them fresh but… I secretly like the super-cheap store-bought ones more.” She shrugs, smiling fondly. “They taste like my childhood.”

Her childhood tastes like soft pastry, fruit, and unfamiliar spice, sticky-sweet in your mouth. She sighs as she bites in. And looking at her like this, eyes shut in pleasure and crumbs on her lips, you think she's almost more gorgeous in a baggy t-shirt and shorts, barefoot and legs propped up on her desk, than she was at the ball.

She opens her eyes and notices you watching, and raises an eyebrow at you.

“You have stuff on your face,” you mumble. She tries not to laugh through a mouthful of pastry.

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makeste · 6 years

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BnHA Chapter 003: Superhero Academy Entrance Exam

Chapter 3 of my not-actually-live liveblog of Boku no Hero Academia! And I have to say, this one is my favorite chapter so far. We’ve got new characters, we’ve got weird video game point challenges, and we’ve got a new crowning moment of awesome for our protagonist! All this, and a guy with the power of jeans. What more could I ask for in life.

Notes: As of posting this I’ve read up through chapter 6 of the manga and watched episodes 1-5 of the anime. My comments (aside from ETAs), however, are from my initial readthrough of the chapter and are unedited. And despite residing here on tumblr where BnHA is a trending tag like every week, I somehow continue to remain almost totally unspoiled (boy that feels like I’m jinxing it).

hey it’s some random speech bubbles just spitting out facts about U.A.! how convenient and helpful

damn, they only accept 1 in 300 people... that’s a 0.33% acceptance rate. I’m pretty sure even Harvard accepts like 5 or 6% of its applicants, so this is... yikes

All Might magnanimously declined the People’ Choice Award lmao

“Best Jeanist.” oh my god. for years I’ve thought Eiichiro Oda was hands-down the best mangaka when it came to creating off-the-wall new characters. but this character’s name is Best Jeanist and he’s wearing a turtleneck denim jacket and has onion hair and I just. I don’t know anymore. my world is shook

what makes it better is the implication that there are other jeanists out there. but he is the best

so much the best that he’s won the best jeanist award eight years running

what is his power?? jeans??

shout out to this other guy Endeavor who I’m completely ignoring because he had the misfortune to be standing next to my homeboy Best Fucking Jeanist

Deku actually went home and took a shower and packed and then got on the subway for a forty-minute ride. holy shit this kid is cool under pressure. probably took a fucking nap on the train too

DID HE EAT THE HAIR??? I ASSUME YES? GODDAMMIT THIS IS BULLSHIT TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED RIGHT NOW

is this the school? I like the trees just chilling out in the entrance lobby there

“there was no time to test out the power All Might had given to me” -- fjkalsjdfj ARE YOU SERIOUS

THEN WHY DIDN’T YOU IDIOTS DO THIS LAST WEEK

YOU COULD HAVE PACKED THE NIGHT BEFORE

THE SHOWER IS FINE, SHOWERS ARE IMPORTANT, BUT YOU COULD HAVE DONE IT FASTER

HE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW IF THE HAIR ACTUALLY DID ANYTHING?? YOU SPENT THE PAST 10 MONTHS BUILDING UP TO THIS? YOU WERE CARRYING THAT BALL FOR TEN FUCKING MONTHS ONLY TO DROP IT THREE FUCKING HOURS BEFORE THE EXAM SFKSHLHK I’M FUCKING LOSING IT

I DON’T CARE IF HE’LL OBVIOUSLY BE FINE, I NEED SOMEONE TO GO AND SMACK HIM PLEASE

-- OH LOOK IT’S MY PROBLEMATIC FAVE

HOLY SAVAGE FUCK THAT “IGNORE + WALK PAST” WAS OFF THE FUCKING CHARTS

“ever since that day, Kaachan never tormented me again”

the answer is yes, right? no? are you sure?? damn

wow they still remember the sludge monster and call it the “sludge incident”

here I was thinking this kind of shit happened on the daily in this crazy superheroes&supervillains society, but I guess some incidents are more memorable than others

also it’s nice that he stopped harassing Green Tsuna, but when my previous (I shouldn’t say “previous”, actually... more like “still current”) favorite Gokudera “GOAT” Hayato had his life saved by his protagonist, he not only stopped tormenting him, but he immediately swore his eternal fealty and dedicated his life to serving him, so that’s a pretty high bar. I will give Baku the benefit of the doubt, though

I’m still obviously on board this ship, as evidenced by the fact that Deku thought “I gotta stop flinching instinctively” and I was like “aww they’ll be lovers any day now”

I don’t understand it either

hey hello I’m cracking up in real life here

wow I thought he was gonna fall and that was hilarious, but instead he’s somehow just... floating there? which is somehow even MORE hilarious

HEY A NEW CHARACTER. [takes notes]

WHY ARE YOU SORRY FOR STOPPING HIM IT WAS A NICE THING TO DO

“[SMILES BROADLY] THIS SURE IS NERVE-WRACKING!” HEY I’M SORRY, BEST JEANIST, BUT YOU CAN FUCK RIGHT OFF, THIS IS MY NEW NEW FAVE

HIGH FIVE, GREEN TSUNA. YOU’RE DOING GREAT

“Everybody say hey” this motherfucker better be saying this in fucking English goddamit. (ETA: he is!! yessssssssss)

nobody said hey

“well that’s cool.” nice recovery! gamfuckingbatte you funky boombox man

YEEEEEEAH

nobody said yeah

my god this is a tough crowd. the practical test could just be warming these stone-cold motherfuckers up and it would 100% explain the abysmally low acceptance rate

I love how Deku talks to himself all the fucking time. I want to watch movies with him. we’ll both talk quietly while trying not to annoy people and probably not succeeding.

they’re sitting next to each other oh my god they were roomaaaaates

no but it’s seriously so cute??

there are probably thousands of people there, they didn’t HAVE to sit with each other. (unless seating arrangements are determined by school)

ETA: which they probably are come to think of it. hahaha)

they can’t take the test together though, aw

look at these fucking Mario silhouettes. did Nintendo sign off on these?

is it allowed because they’re blacked out? how fucking sneaky

(ETA: actually in the anime they didn’t make any Mario references at all, which makes me think there actually was a copyright issue)

these rules seem simple enough. actually seems almost too simple. the amount of different quirks they’re dealing with and the lack of guidelines on how not to use them seems to be asking for trouble. but I guess they probably know what they’re doing by now

I thought this was a high school, why is this 40-year-old man here asking questions about the exam

OH SHIT DEKU HE’S CALLING YOU OUT FROM TWENTY FEET AWAY

we would so get kicked out of movies together

now they’re literally referencing Super Mario Bros by name huh

and calling it an “old retro game”... sob

I actually love the pop culture reference so much and hope that more of these follow. this is how people talk in real life. none of that coming across a zombie and not actually calling them “zombies” because that concept somehow doesn’t exist or any of that bullshit. no sir. “you guys know thwomps from Mario? this thing is like a thwomp from Mario”

here we go. this set-up reminds me of Choice from KHR. please dear god don’t actually be like Choice from KHR

yeah, come to think... how big is this school

there’s a guy whose arm bone is sticking waaaaaay out of his elbow and it’s making me so fucking uncomfortable

please go away

THE GIRL IS HERE

AND THE FORTY-YEAR-OLD MAN IS HERE TOO DAMMIT

all these people who don’t even fucking know Deku are still picking on him for some reason. ugh. just more people to show up, Izu. you got this dude

I’m getting strong Hunger Game vibes here

oh damn they sure did run

thd thd thd thd

relax, Deku, I’m sure there are plenty of monsters to go around. plus most of those guys appear to be morons and I’m sure the smiley girl and the forty-year-old man are the only ones in the group who’ll actually pass somehow

oh fucking FINALLY a flashback to him eating the hair!!

he’ll START to feel SOMETHING in A FEW HOURS?!!!

and there he is running off to take a shower as previously established

I am glad he is confirmed as having good personal hygiene, though

“prepare for some real kickback” noooo I’m getting nervous

when you use One for All, clench up your butt

ssshhf this giant fucking robot literally interrupted his flashback right before we got to the good part??

DEKU. CLENCH YOUR BUTTTT

“why can’t I move?” MAYBE YOU CLENCHED TOO TIGHT. SHIT

some bishounen with a crotch laser just appeared out of nowhere and blasted it!

whew

“merci!” you’re welcome, Tuxedo Mask

wow he’s been standing around for four minutes already?? I take back what I said before, Deku. fucking run

everyone else has killed basically all the enemies. fuck why do I feel like he’s about to face a fucking thwomp. how many points were those again

...lmao zero. well shit

these Ender’s Game test-makers have deemed Yuri on Ice over here a “decision maker”

who am I to argue

BAKUGOUUU

YESSS MY ANGRY SON WHOM I’VE ADOPTED FOR REASONS THAT STILL CONFUSE ME HAS GOT THAT .3% ACCEPTANCE RATE LOCKED UP

OH NO IT’S THE YARUKI SWITCH

WHAT’S A YARUKI SWITCH

now feels like a good time to speculate on just how fucking expensive this fucking test is with the giant robots and the entire fucking city built for the sole purpose of being leveled in ten fucking minutes all for the sake of a test which only 1 out of every 300 people will even fucking pass

somewhere out there I hope there are people whose quirks are just “building lots of things really cheaply and effectively”, otherwise this feels like such a waste

haha now everyone is running again but in the opposite direction this time

and so is Deku. NOW he can move, huh

aaaaaand he’s crying again

something better happen or else he’s screwed

oh fuck me, the girl fell, of COURSE it had to be the girl

(ETA: actually upon reflection I think they redeemed this due to two things: (1) tying it back to her not letting him trip and fall earlier, and (2) the fact that she’s not the first person that Deku has had to heroically rescue, and the person who WAS first was not only a guy, but the angry explosive prodigy character. so I’ll give them a pass here)

(ETA 2: after watching it in the anime, a bunch of debris fucking fell on her, so I take back all of my complaining. good show)

AHHHHH HE’S RUNNING BACK TOWARD THE GIANT MONSTER DOING THE HEROIC “I JUST ACTED WITHOUT THINKING” THING AGAIN AHHH

AHHHHHHHH

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

THIS IS THE COOLEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN

HOLY SHIT WAY TO BRING ME BACK DOWN

-- AH?! NOOO WHY IS IT OVER

I’M GONNA GO READ THE NEXT ONE RIGHT NOW

(ETA: and you better believe I did)

BUT FIRST

BONUS:

”I’m glad he came out so unlikable.” HAHA JOKE’S ON YOU

”his face just screams ‘I’m a rotten thief’” LMAO SOB WHY IS HE MY FAVORITE

GOOD CALL CHANGING HIS PERSONALITY THOUGH BECAUSE THIS VERSION NEEDS TO BE PUNCHED IN THE FUCKING FACE:

I HATE HIM

AND THAT’S IT THAT’S THE CHAPTER????

holy fucking shit.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #makeste reads bnha #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #uraraka ochako #and I forgot the forty-year-old man's name again so I can't tag it unfortunately #you know what let me go look it up #...#tenya iida #heh #he's so old

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alpxcamin · 6 years

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District 9

Requested?: Nope

Words: 9.3k

Group: Stray Kids

Member(s): All members, but mostly Chan (feat. Bambam)

A/N: I’m so sorry this is so late, but in honors of our boys finally debuting, here’s your classic dystopian/post-apocalyptic AU :’) I imagined it as sort of a crossover of Attack on Titan and The Maze Runner? I wrote this as completely platonic relationships, but feel free to interpret it however you’d like lol. Yeah...I hope you enjoy~ Also, since this one is a long one, I’ll put it under the cut ^^

“Chan! Open up!” you pound on the door, kicking away overgrowth.

A muffled ‘coming!’ can be heard from inside. You smile at the sight of Chan’s smiling face as he peeks out the door. He opens the door fully open and lets you in. He gives you a tight hug before ushering you in and calling for the others.

“Hey, we were starting to get worried about you, y/n,” Chan gives you a light pat on the back.

“You don’t have to worry about me...you know I have my ways,” you grin, setting your backpack down by the table.

Soon, the eight other boys come rushing out of their rooms, all running towards you. Before you can duck away from their attack, they all hop onto you, causing you to fall over, bringing them down with you. You screech as they take turns flattening themselves on you and basically squeezing the life out of you with their hugs.

“Y/n, you’re back!” Jisung giggles, finally helping you up.

“We missed you so much~” Jeongin grins, spreading his arms wide open, showing you just how much they had missed you.

“Haha, I missed you guys too. Now I’m back and I’m here to stay!” you smile, clasping your hands together.

The guys let out a cheer and wrap you into a giant bear hug. You stay in the midst of their arms, embracing the moment, basking in the warmth of the body heat. You think back to the day you had first met them and you are glad that you had stuck around.

Flashback

You had just run away from home after failing a test. This is the first time that has ever happened and you are scared. Not many people in this society have ever failed, much less get a bad score. You have heard of stories about the people who didn't do well. They were all cast out and sent to die outside of the protective walls. So far, you have heard that only a few people have been cast out. Everyone calls them Stray Kids because they are all left to become strays outside the walls.

Now, it was more normal for younger children to get scores a little less than perfect. Your parents reassured you, but you still weren’t sure. As people grow older, they are expected to become perfect. You didn’t like the word since your parents constantly lecture you about being the best that you can. As a ten-year-old, there really is nothing to worry about since it is usually at the age of thirteen is when people are expected to become perfect. However, being the stubborn ten-year-old you are, you decide to run away. You never liked the idea of fitting in. You wanted to be rebellious without getting into too much trouble. You just wanted to be free.

Unfortunately for you, in this society, even young children are being taught to be their best. It is becoming more and more common for even younger children to receive all perfect scores. You have received countless of bad scores and you can’t take it anymore.

As soon as you got out of school, you decided not to go home. Your rebellious side begins to show up, making you more and more curious about what is outside the walls, much less your district. There are a total of 8 districts and you lived in the last one. You mindlessly wander about, no particular destination in mind. You sigh, kicking around loose pebbles as you take your time, strolling around. You adjust your backpack once in a while.

As time passes, you stray further and further away from home and you begin to feel afraid. The sky begins darkening and you shiver at the wind. You finally turn back, taking a peek at how far you have gone. You find yourself lost in the forest, barely able to see the lights coming from the houses.

Tears begin pricking your eyes and you quickly wipe them away before they can begin falling. Suddenly, you hear a rustle from behind you and you let out a small scream. You finally begin sobbing out loud, afraid of what may happen.

You feel an arm grab you and you try to squirm away, but the arm holds tight. You hear a soft quiet voice telling you to calm down. The voice is actually quite soothing which lulls you into doing what it is saying. You stop struggling and turn around to face your captor.

Your eyes meet someone’s chest and your eyes slowly trail up the body. Soon, you find yourself looking at a bright, cheery face. The boy seemed about three or four years older than you. Feeling a little shy, you look down again.

“Hey, my name’s Chan. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you before,” the boy, Chan, apologizes in a soft tone.

“O-oh, it’s okay,” you mumble, a little surprised to hear an accent.

Kids grew up having perfect speech and those who ended up developing an accent had to go through extensive training and fixing to get rid of them. Luckily for you, your speech is perfectly clear. You fidget a bit under Chan’s gaze.

“Are you lost?” Chan asks.

“Yeah, I’ve never been to this part of the district before,” you nod.

“Oh, are you from District 8?” Chan cocks his head to the side.

“Uh-huh. Are you also from there? I’ve never seen you before,” you begin wondering what Chan is doing in the forest.

“Me? Uh, yeah...I used to be from there,” Chan’s voice trails off, “Here, I’ll take you back, but you can’t tell anyone that you saw me, okay?”

“Okay. Thank you,” you cheer, deciding not to question his odd request.

The two of you take your time to make your way back. On the way, you ask Chan many questions, but he always seemed to avoid them when possible. However, you were just glad to meet someone else who was like you, a little more rebellious and free. Finally, you reach the outskirts of District 8 and Chan stops walking.

“Goodbye, y/n. I can’t go any further than here, but if you just follow the path, you’ll find your way back,” Chan waves.

“Goodbye, Chan. Will I ever see you again?” you ask, already missing your new friend.

“Hmm, maybe,” Chan gives you one last smile before he shooes you off.

You pout but follow his instructions. You turn back one more time to see if Chan is still there, but he was gone already. There is no trace of the boy, no leaves rustling, no footsteps. You shiver a little before rushing back home, groaning at the thought of getting a beating for getting home so late.

---

The next few weeks, you keep running back to the forest to try to find Chan, but he is nowhere to be seen. Soon, you just give up, but spend time in the forest by yourself as a little free time. However, the more time you spend alone amongst the trees, the more out of place you feel. Everyone else seems so mechanical and robotic.

Soon, a couple of months have passed and many tests have been taken. You find yourself not caring as much as your grades begin to decline. You know your parents will find out soon and you can tell your teacher is disappointed in you, but you just don’t seem to care enough to fix the problem. In fact, you feel as if you can’t do any better and you’re already doing the best you can.

“Y/n, I need to speak with your parents. Please call them,” your teacher comes up to you after the bell has rung, handing you a phone.

You swallow harshly, taking the phone out of your teacher’s cold hands. Your hands tremble as you punch in your mother’s cell. After a couple of rings, she picks up and you let out a meek ‘hello’ before handing the phone back to your teacher who seems to be glaring at you.

“Mrs. l/n, please come to the school with your husband immediately. Y/n will be sent home,” your teacher says with a harsh tone before hanging up.

The teacher gives you a look before you scurry away, not planning to go home. Instead, you head straight to the forest, as it has become a habit of yours. Tears begin to flow down your face as you break into a run. Soon, you find a random tree and dump your backpack before sitting at the trunk and cry.

“Y/n?” a familiar, accented voice calls out. You gasp and look up.

“Chan!” a huge smile makes its way onto your face.

You leap up and you attach yourself to him, giving the boy a tight hug. He chuckles a little before returning the hug, patting you on the back a couple of times. You pull away and Chan wipes away the stray tears on your face. You notice that his hair is no longer black, but a grayish color.

“You okay?” Chan asks, stroking your hair.

��Now that you’re here, I am!” you beam, “Nice hair, by the way.”

“Oh, thanks! I was never allowed before so I thought, why not now?” Chan giggles.

“Oh yeah, we aren’t allowed to dye our hair. How did you get the hair dye? Did your parents let you get it?” you ask, your little ten-year-old mind full of curiosity.

“I suppose--” Chan is cut off by another voice calling for him.

“Chan-hyung! Oh, hello,” a boy around the same age as you waddles over, carrying a basket full of random plants.

“Hi,” you hide behind Chan.

“Ah, Jisung, this is y/n. I met her a few months ago here. Y/n, this is Jisung. He’s my good friend,” Chan introduces the two of you.

Jisung sets his basket down and extends his hand for you to shake. You hesitantly reach out and as soon as your hands make contact, Jisung’s smile widens and he shakes your hand vigorously. Chan giggles at the sight, watching Jisung spew out small compliments.

“Alright, Jisung. Y/n’s a little shy,” Chan laughs, separating the two of you.

“Oh wait, are you from District 8, y/n?” Jisung suddenly asks.

“Yeah...what about you? I haven’t seen you around either,” you shrug.

Jisung gives a quick glance to Chan who shakes his head ever so slightly. You hadn’t noticed and wait for Jisung to answer. He stutters a little before shaking his head.

“Uh, I came from District 3 actually,” Jisung picks up his basket again, scratching his head.

“Oh, I heard it’s pretty nice there,” you nod.

The three of you chat away, completely forgetting about the time. You have never felt this happy and you wish to stay with them forever. You also find out that Jisung is, in fact, the same age as you and Chan is three years older. Soon, the sky begins to darken, but this time, you aren’t worried.

“Oh, I think we should head back. Can you make your way back by yourself, y/n? We might not be able to take you back tonight,” Chan asks with a worried tone.

“It’s okay. I’ve memorized the path by now. I’ve been coming here every day,” you assure him proudly.

“That’s good,” Chan smiles, “Goodbye again. Maybe see you later.”

“Goodbye, y/n! Hopefully, we can meet again,” Jisung gives you one last hug.

“Yeah, I hope so,” you hug the both of them again, “Goodbye.”

You turn and begin walking home, adjusting your backpack straps. You turn back again and surely, they have already left. There is no rustling or footsteps to be heard. You quickly make your way back home, pausing a little before stepping into your own house.

Just as you had guessed, you had received your very first lecture about your grades. To be honest, the lecture was expected so it didn’t bother you much. However, it was how emotionless your parents were that gave you shivers. It seemed as if they are brainwashed and have just given up on you. However, you have decided to put more effort into your studies to avoid another lecture. To your surprise, your grades begin rising again.

As the rest of the year passes, you begin meeting more and more of Chan and Jisung’s friends. Luckily, you got along well with all of them. You learned many things about them and you told them everything about yourself in return.

Finally, winter break arrives and you find yourself standing in front of your parents, asking them for you to leave the house over break. Chan had asked you to come with them for break. He said they had something important to show you. Besides, you really wanted to spend break with them anyway.

“Please? I promise I won’t get into any trouble,” you beg.

“As long as you keep your tracker on at all times,” your mother shrugs, not paying any attention to you.

“Have fun,” your father replies in a monotonous tone.

You silently cheered, avoiding showing too many emotions in front of your parents. You find that they keep becoming more and more like the other people, unsympathetic and emotionless. Trying to fit in, you hide your emotions as much as possible.

Quickly, you rush to pack a small backpack as Chan had instructed. You stuff in a few outfits and necessities. You leave the house, skipping on your way to the forest. You spot Chan’s light hair and wave. You see Chan wave back and you jog your way over.

“Hey y/n! You ready?” Chan asks.

“Oh yeah, of course! My mom told me to keep on my tracker at all times though,” you mention about the tracker.

“Ah, we can’t have that though,” Chan sighs, his brain racking for ideas on how to get rid of it.

“How come?” your curious eleven-year-old-self asks.

“You see, where we’re going is...um...a secret?” Chan takes your wrist and slips the tracker off.

“Oh~ Fun,” you giggle, watching Chan disassemble the watch-like tracker.

Chan laughs and nods while fiddling with your tracker. He takes things out and rearranges them, using a mini-screwdriver from his pocket knife to tighten things. He checks the tracker one more time before strapping it back onto your wrist.

“What’d you do to it?” you bring your wrist up to your face to examine your tracker.

“I just adjusted it so that it’ll give a fake location. I think we should be alright now,” Chan smiles.

“Wow, I wanna learn to do that,” you bounce up and down excitedly.

“Haha, maybe I can teach you one day,” Chan grabs your hand, “Alright shall we go? The others are waiting.”

You nod and happily trail alongside Chan, never letting go of his hand. The two of you chatted and you lost track of where you are. However, you notice that you are nearing the wall and you begin getting a little nervous. You quiet down, a little frightened. Chan seems to notice and stops walking. He places his hands on your shoulders and pulls you into a tight hug.

“Y/n, don’t worry, okay? I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. Just trust me,” Chan pats your head.

You gulp before nodding and cling to Chan’s arm. Finally, the two of you reach the wall and you gasp at the sight. You look up at the tall, gray wall, amazed at the sight. You look up at Chan and see him tapping the wall lightly with his fingers in a pattern.

Suddenly, the wall begins to rumble and you jump backward, hiding behind Chan. He simply chuckles as a small part of the wall begins thinning, leaving only a transparent, jelly-like barrier. You watch in slight horror as Chan easily walks through the barrier. You shuffle closer to the barrier and you can vaguely see Chan on the other side, a bright smile on his face.

You begin worrying about getting caught, your heart begins to beat faster and faster. You panic a little but calm down when you see Chan’s hand reaching out to you through the thin barrier. You take hold of his hand and close your eyes, walking through the barrier.

“You did it, you can open your eyes now,” Chan’s voice calms you down.

Opening your eyes, you rub it a few times to adjust to the significantly brighter scenery. Your jaw drops at the beauty. You find yourself standing in a beautiful field, tall grass flowing in the direction of the breezy wind. You gasp at the sight, trying to take in the beauty. Everything is much more colorful than inside the dull, gray walls.

“It’s cool, isn’t it? This is what the outside of the walls look like,” Chan laughs.

“Wow…” you blink a couple of times.

Since you are buried chest-deep in the grass you look down a little and notice that the grass seems different from the plastic ones inside the walls. The only living thing inside the walls are the people. They removed all others living things to prevent allergies. Your nose begins to get a little itchy and you sniffle, unsure what is happening to your body. Chan notices your watering eyes and digs around in his bag for something. He hands you a small, purple pill.

“Here, eat this. Everything out here is REAL, not plastic. The pill will help with your allergies,” Chan nods, “It’s okay, I took some time to adjust to this stuff too.”

You obediently swallow the pill, already feeling immediate relief. Chan smiles in delight and takes your hand and begins leading you somewhere.. You forget about everything else and the only thing on your mind is finally being able to spend time with your friends without having to worry about being caught.

“So y/n, I know you’re very interested about being outside the walls. When we go inside the house, the boys and I have something very important to tell you about why we know about this place,” Chan stops in front of a little house, covered with overgrowth.

You nod at Chan’s serious tone, your own face becoming more serious. Chan laughs a little before taking out a key and unlocking the door. He allows you in first and closes the door behind the two of you.

The inside of the house is cozy and almost every piece of furniture seems to be handmade. You let out a small ‘wow’ before stepping in a little more, wanting to venture around. Chan chuckles at your excited expression. As you peek around a little more, someone’s voice calls your name.

“Y/n?” Jisung’s head pokes out from the hallway.

“Jisung!” you spin around, leaping towards him for a hug. You tackle him to the floor and the two of you laugh, still hugging.

“Y/n, you’re here!” another familiar accented voice practically yells.

You look up to see Felix, a huge smile adorning his freckled face. You pull him down to the floor and wrap your arm around him, also giving him a hug. Soon, shouts of your name surround the little house and all of you are in a giant group hug.

Finally breaking apart, Woojin coughs, “Oh yeah, we have something to tell you, y/n.”

Seungmin looks a little worried, “Please don’t hate us.”

“How can I ever hate you guys?” you ask, curious about what they have to tell you.

“We’re all outcasts,” Hyunjin frowns.

You are a little stunned and speechless. However, you had your suspicions since they would never really tell you where they lived. You simply give them a hug, assuring them that you would never hate them for that reason.

“You know, you’re the most mature and understanding eleven-year-old I know,” Minho chuckles.

“Hey! What about me,” Jisung whines.

“No, you’re annoying,” Hyunjin snickers.

Jisung simply groans and you laugh, used to the bickering. Changbin simply rolls his eyes and grab Felix. The two of them lead you to a smaller room at the end of the hall. You shuffle behind them, excited.

“We cleaned out this room so you can stay here!” Felix opens the door.

“Hey, thanks for understanding everything,” Changbin gives you a hug.

“You guys are still human after all...if the people in the walls are even human in the first place,” you mutter the last part.

“Well, Minho-hyung will be cooking dinner with Chan-hyung tonight. Why don’t we show you around in the meantime?” Felix suggests.

You nod and let the two give you a mini-tour. The rest of the night, you spend in bliss, enjoying your time with the boys. You wish that you can spend every single day with them. Alas, your break has ended and you have to go back. You spend the few hours before leaving reluctantly sulking in your room.

“Y/n, we’ll see each other again,” Chan enters the room, sitting next to you on the bed.

“I know, but I wish I could just stay here,” you sigh.

“We’re glitches in the system. You’re not...it would still be safer for you to go back home,” Chan wraps an arm around you.

“I know…” you whine, clinging onto Chan.

“Hey, remember, you’re only eleven, you don’t know what your future holds for you,” Chan chuckles.

“You make it sound like you’re fifty,” you snort.

Chan rolls his eyes. He helps you out the bed and you grab your backpack. You take one last look at the house as Chan leads you back to the walls. Once again, Chan lightly taps the wall in a pattern and the thin barrier appears again.

“See you soon, y/n,” Chan gives you one last hug.

“Yeah...I’ll miss you guys,” you begin sniffling.

“Just...here,” Chan sticks his hand inside his pocket and pulls out a small braided bracelet.

“Oh, pretty~” you admire the thin beaded braid as Chan ties it on your wrist.

“The boys and I took a while to figure out how to make it, but I hope you like it,” Chan retracts his hand and rubs the back of his neck shyly.

“Aww, thanks, Chan. I love it...tell them I love it, okay?” you give Chan another hug.

“See ya,” Chan waves as you disappear into the walls.

---

You take a deep breath, looking down nervously. It has been four years since your first time out the wall. In the years between, you have met with Stray Kids often and spend most of your breaks with them.

However, they seem to have influenced you quite a bit...in a negative way. Your grades slowly begin declining again and you become more and more rebellious. Your parents have given up and left you completely in charge of yourself. As a fifteen-year-old, you begin feeling lost and out of place. The only time you felt like you fit in was when you were with Chan and the others.

“Minho, I don’t think I can do this anymore...can’t I just leave with you?” you sigh, sitting next to Minho in the forest.

“Y/n, I really wish you can, but I know you can make it,” Minho reassures you with a light pat on the back.

The two of you sit in comfortable silence, enjoying each other’s presence. You lean your head onto Minho’s shoulder, pouting at the situation you are in. You desperately just want to go with Minho outside the walls. However, you still have many things you have to finish.

“Oh, I think we should get going,” Minho suddenly speaks up.

You look up at the darkening sky and sigh, “Yeah, I suppose so.”

“See you soon, y/n,” Minho helps you up with a small smile.

“Yeah, see ya,” you give Minho a tight hug.

With that, the two of you go your separate ways. You look back as usual and Minho had already left with no trace. It has just become a habit of yours to look back even if you know they aren’t there. You trudge your way back home silently, mumbling to yourself.

Finally reaching home, you close your eyes and your hand rests on the handle, not wanting to enter. You know for a fact that your parents are either gone or they will just ignore you. Shaking it off, you finally open the door and step in. However, to your surprise, you see your teacher talking to your parents at your dinner table.

You let out a loud gasp, causing the three heads at the table to turn around and look at you. You gulp as you see your mother motion for you to come over. You slowly shuffle your way there and pull out a chair to sit in.

“Y/n,” your teacher greets you.

“Miss,” you bow slightly.

“I have come to discuss some serious matters with your parents. I’m sure you’re well aware of what is going on,” your teacher cocks a brow at you.

You look down, a little embarrassed. You know exactly what she is talking about and you nod slightly, feeling your face reddening already. Swallowing harshly, you take a deep breath to try to calm yourself down.

“Yes, ma’am,” you avoid eye contact with anyone.

“Well, since you understand this situation, I must ask why. You are fifteen, an age far too unacceptable for you to be acting this way,” your teacher tells you sternly.

“I apologize, ma’am,” is all you can let out.

“Usually, we would have kicked you out already, but because your parents are of higher ranking, they have been able to beg the authorities to keep you,” your teacher chuckles dryly, shaking her head slightly.

You gasp a little, eyeing your parents. It seems that they have been paying attention to you after all. You tear up a little, disappointed in yourself for disregarding the seriousness of your situation. You bow slightly towards your parents as a thank you. They simply look away, a bit of hurt evident in their eyes.

“Now, y/n, if you do not raise your grades and mature soon, your parents will no longer be able to help you. We are all trying our best to make you into the best version of you. We are trying to help you become perfect,” you teacher sighs.

You cringe a little at the word, internally rolling your eyes. Nodding your head, you look down once again. Chan and the others immediately flow into your thoughts. They always tell you that you are already perfect to them, but you understand that you would still have to change to truly fit into the society.

“I understand, miss. I will try my best to improve by myself,” you apologize half-heartedly.

“Good, I shall take my leave now. Thank you for taking the time to do this, Mr. and Mrs. L/n. See you in class tomorrow, y/n,” your teacher stands up, shaking hands with you and your parents.

As your teacher leaves, you sigh, looking up to your parents who have their backs turned against you. Reaching out, you try to pull them into a hug. However, they turn around and look back at you, betrayal in their expressions.

“Y/n, we have tried everything,” your father sighs.

“Dad, please…” you beg, “I just need a little more time. I-I’m just a late bloomer!”

“Honey, your father and I have decided to put you into the ‘special needs’ program. We just want the best for you,” your mother sadly replies.

“What? You can’t send me there! I don’t have any special needs, I’m completely normal!” anger begins to bubble up inside of you.

“Y/n, it’s for the best!” your mother raises her voice slightly.

“No! I promise, I’ll change!” you yell, your bubbled up anger finally exploding after all these years, “I got it! I can handle myself. I know what’s best for me, not you!”

“Y/n!” your father growls, silencing you immediately.

“Please,” you whisper, tears rolling down your face.

“Go pack your bags now. You will be leaving tomorrow,” your father shakes his head, turning away.

You let out a cry as your parent head up to their own rooms, leaving you once again. You try to wipe your tears away as you slowly make your way to your own room. The tears keep coming and you back your bags with bleary eyes.

---

“Welcome, y/n right?” the woman at the front desk asks, face clear of any emotions.

“Yes,” you barely let out a whisper.

“Alright, here are the keys to your room. Simply follow the glowing line to find your room,” the woman points to the ground after handing you the keys.

You bow to her in thanks and sigh before rolling your luggage behind you as you follow the glowing light as instructed. Your eyes begin wandering, looking up and down the halls. You had not expected it to look so much like a hotel. You try to convince yourself that it was a vacation. Soon, you reach your room, but you hesitate before opening the door.

“Hello?” you peek in, your voice barely above whispering level.

The room is dark and empty. It seems that you wouldn’t be sharing rooms after all. You let out a sigh of relief before closing the door and slumping onto the bed. Your eyes slowly travel towards the curtains. You get up from the bed and pull them apart. To your surprise, you are directly facing the wall.

“I wonder…” you whisper to yourself.

You wonder if that means that you would be able to see Stray Kids more often since you are right by the wall and don’t have to sneak out. You smile slightly to yourself. They always brought your sanity back, they are your cornerstone.

“What would I do without you guys?” you chuckle to yourself, playing with the bracelet they had given you years ago.

You look down, admiring their handiwork. Although the braids are a little messy and the beads seem out of place, you still cherish it as it is priceless. You are brought out of your train of thoughts by a knock on the door. You quickly close the curtains again and rush to the door, opening it a bit and peek out of the crack.

“Y/n, am I right?” the man in front of you asks.

“Uh...yes,” you reply.

“There will be an introduction and welcoming for newcomers in ten minutes. You are expected to be there,” the man says, his glare unwavering.

“Alright. Thank you,” you gulp, shying away from his harsh gaze.

The man simply nods his head before heading off mechanically. You close the door and slide down it, plopping onto the floor. Everything is so in place and neat, it freaked you out a little, to be honest. You take a deep breath before deciding to head out to the so-called conference.

---

Looking around, there aren’t that many people anyway and you relax a little. It has been a few months since you have been here. Unfortunately, you haven’t found the time to go to the forest and meet up with Chan. However, you do find it slightly pleasant that you have found people more like-minded...even if some of them did want to change for the better.

Looking around, you spot a familiar mop of red hair. It has to be Bambam, a friend you have recently made. He has already been in this place for a couple of years, refusing to conform to society’s standards. You admired him for it.

“Hey, Bambam,” you greet your new friend.

“Oh, y/n! Hey~” Bambam pulls you into a hug.

You had found out that he actually knew Chan and they were extremely close. The two of you bonded over the fact that both of you know Chan. The only difference is that you know Chan is still alive, but Bambam doesn’t.

“Hey, I know this sounds crazy,” you begin, leading Bambam to a room with fewer people.

“Well, we’re supposed to be the ‘crazy’ people here so, I suppose it’ll be normal,” Bambam laughs.

“Yeah, but this is crazy and you might not even believe me,” you lower your voice to a whisper.

“Oh? Now I’m interested,” Bambam lowers his own voice to match yours.

“Okay, don’t freak out and do not start yelling,” you warn.

“Got it,” Bambam simply nods.

“So, I actually met up Chan right before I came here and--” you are cut off by Bambam’s dramatic gasp.

You growl and shove your hands in his face to close his mouth. You roll your eyes as Bambam covers his mouth with his own hands. He motions for you to continue and you shake your head lightly.

“He’s doing quite well and I’ve actually…” you pause a little, “been outside the walls.”

Bambam’s eyes widen and you swear his eyeballs are going to fall out of their sockets. His mouth drops wide open and his hands curled into fists. Confusion, unbelief, and relief are clear in his expression. You understand why he is feeling that way. To hear that your “dead” best friend is still alive and doing well is truly a shock. Also, the fact that one of your friends have been outside the walls is nearly unbelievable.

You watch as Bambam slam his hands on the table, cringing at the sudden attention the both of you are getting. He ignores it and snatches your wrist, dragging you back to his room. Bambam locks his doors, closes his curtains, and sits you on the bed.

“Bam…” you begin.

“Chris...he’s still alive? You’ve been outside the walls? How? When? What?” Bambam attacks you with a series of questions.

“Yes, he’s still alive. In fact, he was the one that brought me out of the walls. I met him in the forest of my district four years ago,” you nod.

“Wow, hold on. This is a lot to take in,” Bambam holds up a hand.

“I know, but...maybe...if you help me find a way to sneak out, maybe you can see Chan again,” you propose.

“Y/n, that’s dangerous,” Bambam looks at you, “I love danger.”

You let out a small smirk, “Wonderful. Shall we begin then?”

---

“Bam, shut up for a second, will ya?” you whisper harshly.

Currently, the two of you are in Bambam’s room, watching for anyone coming by. Your windows are locked since you had only come recently, but Bambam has already been here for a while so the staff has unlocked his windows. However, Bambam’s room isn’t facing the wall, but the entrance of the whole building.

“Sorry, sorry,” Bambam half-heartedly apologizes.

You stick your head out a little, peeking out the open window. Luckily, no one is out at the moment and you give Bambam a thumbs up before hopping out the window. Bambam follows suit and the two of you make a run for it.

Finally seeing the familiar path and trees of the forest, you begin to relax. You slow down into a jog and luckily, Bambam is still right behind you. Giggling a little, you give Bambam a high five. Just as you turn around to head towards the wall, a voice yells out, startling the two of you.

“Hey, stop! You must come back to the center at once or actions will be taken,” a man yells out into the forest.

You gulp, beginning to panic slightly. Luckily, it was too dark for the officer to see who the two of you were and you look over to Bambam who has a worried expression on his face. You hold up your hand, waiting for the right moment to run.

As soon as the officer begins closing into the two of you, you motion for Bambam to start running. You hear the officer yell, but the sound of rustling leaves and your own heartbeat soon block him out. You look back once in a while, making sure Bambam is still following.

Finally, you near the wall. Unfortunately, you don’t know the code, but as you get closer and closer, you see the wall opening and you see someone’s foot coming through the barrier. You yell for Bambam to just jump through the barrier before lunging for the person.

Unfortunately, the man catches Bambam before he could make it. You pause for a second but here Bambam yell for you to keep going.

“Tell him I said hi!” Bambam yells.

You hear the officers scoff ‘crazy’ as he shoves Bambam to the ground and put handcuffs on him, dragging him back to the center. You close your eyes, hoping for the best for Bambam. You make it through the barrier right on time, slamming into the person trying to get in. The sky is dark, but you can vaguely make out who is underneath you.

“Binnie!” you squeal, flopping down on the poor boy.

“Ugh, what was that?” Changbin groans, trying to sit up.

You hop off of Changbin and help him up, apologizing. You give Changbin another hug, wrapping his arms around you. He chuckles a little before pulling away to look at you, shaking his head lightly.

“We thought we would never see you again, y/n,” Changbin pouts.

“You see, my parents put me in the ‘special needs’ program,” you tell Changin, rolling your eyes, “Everyone there is so robotic. It’s creepy.”

“Yeah, my parents put me there before they kicked me out too,” Changbin pats your back sympathetically.

“Anyway, how did you get out?” Changbin asks.

“I snuck out,” you chuckle, “Actually, I was supposed to be here with someone who knew Chan before, but he got caught.”

“Oh, I’m sorry...at least you made it,” Changbin laughs, ruffling your hair.

“Wait, then why are you out? Collecting something again?” you ask.

“You see, after we haven’t seen you for the first month, we knew something was wrong. We came out every night, but you never showed up...we were worried,” Changbin looks down, seeming a little shy.

“You guys don’t have to worry about me. I can take care of myself,” you give Changbin a tight hug.

“I know, but you’re only fifteen, you’re still a small child,” Changbin hugs back.

“Uh, Jeongin is fourteen...he’s the small child,” you snort, “Besides, you’re only a year older.”

“Shut up, I was trying to be soft, okay?” Changbin groans.

“Whatever, let’s go?” you hook your arm with Changbin’s.

“Of course, the others are waiting,” Changbin smirks.

Wadding your way through the tall grass, you finally reach the familiar house. You bounce excitedly, causing Changbin to laugh. He knocks a few times before the door opens, the light from inside brightening the outside.

“Y/n?!” you hear Woojin’s gasps from behind the door and look up.

“Woojin!” you attack him with a hug.

“Wow, you’ve grown so much within this half year,” Woojin wipes away a fake tear.

“Ugh, I missed you guys so much,” you pout.

“We were really worried about you,” Seungmin shyly pops out from behind Woojin.

“You guys really don’t have to worry,” you give Seungmin a hug.

Soon, all the others had come and gather around you, welcoming you back. Chan finally came down the stairs and when he saw you, his eyes widened. He pushed everyone aside and gave you the tightest hug you have ever felt.

“Y/n! My child,” Chan nearly cries.

“Ah, Chan!” you giggle, a little breathless from his hug.

“Wait, why were you gone for so long?” Chan pulls away, a worried expression crossing his face.

“My parents put me in the ‘special needs’ program. Um, Chan...I met Bambam,” you say softly.

“Bam…” Chan smiles a little.

“Yeah, he says hi,” you giggle.

You see behind Chan the boys are all fake tearing up. You giggle at them, but you know that it really does touch them inside. Suddenly, Chan shakes you and you jump a little.

“Wait, did you sneak out?! That’s so dangerous, what are you thinking?” Chan screeches.

“Chan, calm down. It’s okay...I’ll just sneak back in?” your sentence comes out more like a question.

“Y/n, they’ll figure out it’s you soon,” Chan panics.

“Chan, we can figure this out together,” Woojin places a hand on Chan’s shoulder.

Chan releases you and nods slowly. You gulp nervously, shuffling a bit under all of the boys’ gazes.

“Wait, since they might search the forest, why don’t we just have y/n stay the night?” Hyunjin suggests.

“Oh, yeah. Then, we can just get her back at dawn,” Felix nods.

“Aren’t her windows locked? I remember when I was there, they kept it locked for the first year,” Changbin rubs his chin.

“Ah, yeah...my windows are locked. They probably locked Bambam’s too now,” you say guiltily.

“It’s okay, we can figure it out! Maybe we just need some sleep,” Jeongin cheers, causing the mood to be a little lighter.

“Jeongin is right. We all need some sleep,” Minho nods.

“Thank you guys so much,” you look down, a little embarrassed to cause them so much trouble.

“It’s okay. We’re family, right? We gotta help each other out,” Chan smiles, wrapping an arm around you.

“Right…” you grin, following the boys to your usual room.

You fall into deep, peaceful sleep. You haven’t slept this well since a long time ago. You dream of all the possibilities of living out the walls, knowing that there is no danger at all, unlike the stories told back in the walls.

“Y/n...wake up!” someone shakes you awake.

You squint and look up. Jisung’s bright smile appears in front of you, causing you to smile too. You mumble a ‘good morning’ before sliding out, stretching a little. Soon, Chan comes into the room and you get out of the bed.

“It’s four in the morning right now, but you have to go,” Chan says sadly.

“Alright,” you sigh, brushing your hair a little with your hands.

Chan and Jisung go over the plan while you get ready to leave. When you reach the living room, all the boys are standing around, sleepily. You giggle at the sight and give each of them a hug before leaving with Chan. You grab onto Chan’s hand like you had the first time he led you out the walls. Chan smiles at you and the two of you quickly make your way back to the wall.

“Hey, now we know what happened to you. We can come visit now, maybe,” Chan chuckles.

“Yeah, I hope to see you guys soon,” you sigh, tearing up a little.

“Aww, don’t cry. You’re going to make me cry,” Chan sniffles, giving you a hug.

“Okay, I won’t,” you laugh, “By the way, are you ever going to tell me the code to open the wall?”

“Ah, look,” Chan grabs your wrist gently and points to the bracelet, “the beads is the pattern.”

Your eyes widen a little and Chan motions for you to try. You tap on the wall lightly according to the beads on your bracelet. As Chan says, the wall begins thinning into the thin barrier. Your mouth drops a little and you give Chan a big hug.

“Go on now, I’ll see you soon,” Chan nudges you towards the barrier.

“Goodbye,” you wave as you step through.

You watch as Chan fades behind the barrier and once the wall is completely closed, all your tears spill out. You quickly follow the plan and make your way safely back to the center. Luckily, no one has caught you and you sneak into the dining room, right on time for breakfast.

You quickly spot Bambam’s bright red hair and plop into the chair next to him. He looks tired and beat up, but immediately brightens up when he realizes it is you who is sitting next to him. He gives you a quick hug before the food is served to the both of you.

“I’m so sorry,” you sigh, picking at the scrambled eggs.

“It’s fine, really. I’ve snuck out before actually and so they just kind of gave up on me,” Bambam shakes his head, chuckling a bit.

“Really now? By the way, Chan says he’s glad you’re alright...and he might visit soon,” you cock an eyebrow, stuffing a sausage into your mouth.

“Really?” Bambam asks a little too loudly.

You shush him before nodding, “I’ll call you when he does since my room is facing the wall. If they haven’t caught me yet, I think they might unlock my window.”

“You got lucky, they’re suspecting it was someone else,” Bambam nods.

“Good, just let them keep thinking that,” you snicker.

---

A whole year is apparently what it takes for you to master your acting. The authorities had apparently thought that you had spent enough time in the center and decided to send you back to see if you really have changed.

Throughout the past year, Chan and the others have visited often and Bambam reunited with Chan. You also learned to act like everyone else, helping you fit in better even though you really haven’t changed much; your acting just improved.

“Goodbye, Bambam...though I might come back again,” you joke.

“Hey, take care and don’t worry about me. I prefer it here,” Bambam gives you a hug.

“Alright. You take care too and tell Chan to visit you more often,” you giggle.

Bambam laughs and he waves as you leave the center, bags trailing behind. You are picked up by a bus and you silently stare at the passing landscape as the bus went on. You close your eyes and rest your head against the window. The view of the outside pops into your head. You smile at the colorful image and imagine yourself running along the tall grass with the boys.

Finally, the bus stopped at the stop nearest to your house. The sky has already darkened since the ride was long. You hesitate to open the door to your home, wondering what has changed. You gulp and knock a few times.

Your parents open the door. You expected them to at least be a little happier, but something was off. Both of them looked like they haven’t slept in years, their faces sunken and their hair had turned all white.

“Mom, dad?” you gulp.

“Welcome back,” they both say simultaneously, sounding exactly like robots.

You gulp, slowly entering the house. You feel like a foreigner inside your own home, you parents eyeing you like hawks. An eerie feeling washes over you and you take one last look at your parents. They look like they have been tortured. The old them was gone, the ones who loved you and cared for you.

You feel a tear fall and you quickly wipe it away before escaping to your room. It is the only room in the entire house that hasn’t changed. You curl up in your bed and wish for everything to end.

---

Struggling, you kick about, trying to get out of the officer’s grip. The officers simply grunt before kicking you, quieting you down immediately. You give up struggling and let them drag you back. Over the past year, the officers and authorities have figured out that you haven’t changed at all. Every time you would try to escape, they would catch you and drag you back. Except, they didn’t take you back to the “special needs” center. They too you directly to prison.

You sulk and kick the dirt around in the cell. You had just gone against your teacher’s instructions by inputting the wrong codes. You were supposed to type in jobs that you felt you were most suitable for, but you simply kept typing “I am not”.

A bitter smirk makes its way to your face. You wonder why they haven’t just dumped you out yet. You shake your head, thinking about your actions. To the outside, it would be completely normal, but of course, you seemed crazy to the people inside the walls.

Coming up with another plan, you easily escape the cell again. It was almost like a routine now. Sometimes you stayed obediently, but more than often than not, you would find a way to escape.

You snicker as you run to the forest. Finding a suitable tree, you climb up and sit on one of the sturdier branches. You simply close your eyes and smile. You are sure they will find you soon, but you enjoyed the adrenaline rush and the sense of rebellion. It excites you.

As expected, an officer soon finds you and wrestled you down the tree. You chuckle lightly as he handcuffs you. He roughly spins you back around and your smile immediately disappears.

“Y/n l/n,” the leader of District 8 smiles.

“M-miss…” you stutter.

Out of all the times you have run away, this is the first time she has shown up. She takes you out of the arms of the officer and you shudder at her touch. Her hands are icy cold, matching the sickening smile she is giving you.

“Interesting,” she mumbles, her eyes scanning you up and down, “take her straight to my office and lock her there.”

“What? No!” you cry out.

Her office is somewhere you cannot escape from. There are no doors or windows. The only way to enter is with her fingerprint and just like the walls, a thin barrier will appear. There are security cameras everywhere. You know this because you have seen it with your own eyes through the security cameras when you escaped one time.

You kick and tug at the officers, trying to fight your way out. You know there is no escape once you get in there. An officer turns to you and his hand smashes down at your head, knocking you out in one punch.

Click. Clack. Click. Clack

The sound of heels harshly clicking on the floor wakes you up. You groan and try to get up, feeling sore. You wince a little, rubbing your head.

“Finally awake, y/n?” a chilling voice asks.

You gasp and look up. You try to stand to back away, but you immediately fall back down. You look at your feet and see that your ankles have been strapped down to the floor. Looking around, you find yourself in a small cage. Beginning to feel a little claustrophobic, you begin to panic and cry.

“Rebellious, obnoxious, and dangerous is what you are,” your district leader chuckles and shakes her head, circling around your cage.

“Then why...why haven’t you just sent me out?” you ask, voice trembling, finally finding a little courage.

“Just let you out? Hah! What a joke,” she snickers, “don’t you want to fit in? You’ll be dead.”

“I’d rather be dead than be in this society,” you sneer.

“Really? Well, it’s not that easy,” she growls back, crouching down.

She runs her long, pointy, well-manicured nail across your jawline, cutting it a little. You hiss at the pain and she smirks. She reaches for your hair and balls it up into a fist. She yanks your head towards her, causing you to hit your head on the cold cage bars.

You let out a whimper, making her laugh. She lets go of your hair and harshly shoved you backward. You feel tears pricking your eyes, but refuse to cry.

Your district leader suddenly stands up and paces around the cafe again. She would occasionally kick the cage, causing you to shake. Then, to your surprise, she leaves without a word.

For the next week or so, you can’t tell, your district leader often comes back only to torture you. You are often unconscious or you fake it to avoid more torturing.

A bright light is suddenly shined in your eyes and you open your eyes to see where the source is from. You hear a snicker and feel a slap.

“I’ll give you one last chance,” your district leader’s whispers into your ear.

“Never,” you groan, almost out of energy to complain.

“WHY WON’T YOU JUST FOLLOW THE RULES, DAMN IT!” she screeches, causing you to wince at the loudness.

“You can’t control me! I refuse to follow the rules!” you yell back, straining your voice to make it louder.

“NO! YOU HAVE TO! IT’S NOT A CHOICE!” she screams, tugging at her hair.

“No, I’ve figured it out. You’re just tricking everyone into the same system so you can stay in ultimate power,” you pant, running out of energy.

She stops pacing around and looks down at you. Her glare is harsh, but she doesn’t say anything. There is a pause before she begins laughing maniacally and kicks the cage so that you are flipped over.

You groan, the pain spreading all over. She harshly slams the cage back upright and you finally cry out. She simply snickers.

“Fine. I’ll let you out. I’m done,” she sighs, dialing someone.

You let out a sigh of relief as she leaves. You smile to yourself knowing that everything will be over soon. You close your eyes and rest a while.

“Chan, you guys, wait for me,” you whisper to yourself.

—-

The officer harshly shoves you towards the wall. They have let you recover for a day before sending you out. They bust a hole in the wall before shoving you out.

You give your district leader your most genuine smile as the close up the hole. You stand in silence for a few minutes before skipping around, laughing.

You’re finally free.

You take your time to make your way to the familiar house you have been to countless of times. Finally reaching the door, you knock excitedly.

“Y/n!” Chan gasps as he sees you behind the door.

He ushers you in, tearing up already. Soon, all the boys are surrounding you and you hug them all, appreciating everything they have done for you.

You finally feel like you fit in. You feel safe and loved. It finally feels like home. You finally feel like you belong.

“Welcome home, y/n. Welcome to District 9.”

~Admin Liz ♡

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