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[queen-of-the-avengers]

Captain Marvel: Part One

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Warnings: canon violence and angst

Author’s Note: For the sake of this rewrite, Howard and Maria Stark dies on December 16, 1997 instead of 1991. Tony is 23 when they die.

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What planet will be your next home? Where are you going to go? The love of your life and your best friend are dead, there's no one tying you to Earth, and you're free to go wherever you want for however long. Maybe drifting in space is the way to go at this point. There isn't a habitable planet in Earth's solar system, so you have to go outside of it to find one.

Space is an ever-expanding place with trillions of planets in just one galaxy. There's bound to be a habitable planet somewhere close by. The Solar System is located closer to the edge of the Milky Way galaxy than the middle of it, and when you reach the center of the galaxy, there is a whole mess of planets just waiting for you to claim them.

Off in the distance, you notice a gigantic spaceship hovering over a planet. If you're nice enough, maybe whoever is occupying that ship might let you hang with them for a while. From the time you escaped your home to arriving on Earth, there have been plenty of spaceships you've come across. Some of them weren't hostile, but others made your skin crawl from how evil the occupants could be.

Let's hope this craft is the former.

As you approach the ship, someone from inside notices you coming toward them. A circle opened on the base of the wing of the craft right above you, and they use their technology to beam you up into their craft. In a flash, you're transported from space onto the lower deck. Everyone inside had blue skin and they all had their space guns trained on you. They must not like intruders.

The person in the middle must be their leader because they all seem to look to him for instruction.

"I mean you no harm. I just wish to ask for transportation to the nearest habitable planet," you say with your hands up in defense mode.

They clearly don't want visitors, so you'll have to make do on another planet by yourself. Your space helmet is removed digitally, but the rest of your suit stays on your body in case they kick you out of their ship.

"Where are you from?" the leader asks.

"Sir, she's from Xenia," one of the soldiers says.

He must have seen the logo on your back which you tried so hard to hide. Your home planet has a lot of bad blood with other planets, even from multiple galaxies away. Markus was smart, but he wasn't very hospitable. The leader quickly aims his gun at you, causing the other soldiers to be on high alert.

They need to kill for him whenever he asks it of them.

"Xenia. What business do you have with us, the Kree Empire? That planet has caused nothing but trouble for a lot of people."

"I know, but I don't mean you harm. It's been such a long time since the great battle, things are different now."

"What's your name?"

"Y/N."

"How lucky am I to have come across the subject that was injected with the power that comes from the Tesseract?" he asks with an evil grin. He gestures to someone behind you and that someone puts handcuffs on you so quickly that you don't have time to react. One of the soldiers presses something to your neck which sends a chill down your spine. The leader walks closer to you and bends to reach your level. "I can't wait to find out more about you, Y/N."

"Ronan, where would you like her?"

"With the others."

Two soldiers drag you down to where they hold all of their prisoners. You'd use your powers to get out of here, but whatever they planted on your neck prevents you from shifting.

You're screwed beyond belief.

"In here," the guard seethes as he throws you into one of their cages.

There are many slaves and hostages on this level of the ship, but only one person shares your cage. He is the same shade of blue as the other soldiers, and you wonder if they would lock one of their own down here.

"What's your name?" the man asks without looking up from his spot on the cot. The pain is still there from the injection in your neck, but the burning in your spine is gone. "They do that to every single one of us. They have to do it daily because they aren't smart enough to make the effects last longer than twenty-four hours."

"I'm Y/N. Who are you?"

"They call me Yondu. What put you down here with the rest of us?"

"They found out who I am. If I had known they were the Kree, I would have never come aboard this ship," you whisper.

"And who are you?"

"I'm from Xenia. They want me because I have the power of the Tesseract running through my veins."

"You're in for a lot of pain, Y/N. They had the Tesseract once, but it was stolen from them. Now they're looking for it, and if they know that its power runs within you, then you're going to become their new best friend," he chuckles.

"What did they put in my neck? I can't use my powers."

"Yeah, it stops them. Most everyone here has powers, but that injection stops it from working."

"It's nice to meet you, Yondu," you sigh and sit on your own cot. The only response you get is a grunt followed by a nod.

Ronan is smart not to keep clocks or dates of any kind around the prisoners because not having a sense of time is torturous. The other slaves mark their walls each day they're trapped, and some of them have well over hundreds of days. You're not going to find a better way to keep track of the time, so you opted to do this same thing.

The first few years of being trapped were the worst. Ronan did everything he could to try and break you. He tried every form of torture you could think of, but nothing compares to the torture Markus did to you. Yeah, what Ronan did hurt but after a few years, you became numb to it.

Their efforts are kind of amusing at this point. So, when you're brought into their "torture chamber", you don't bat an eye for them.

"You know, Y/N, I'm impressed," Ronan says. "Not a lot of people can hold out the way you can. What, it's been six years since you first came aboard this ship? You're stronger than I thought."

"Is this going somewhere? If not, can I go back to my cell now?"

"Do you know why I favor you over the rest? Because of where you came from."

"Xenia?"

"I'm not talking about Xenia. I'm talking about Markus Hottle. He created the best weapon ever to walk this universe."

"Yeah, he's so great," you roll your eyes.

"What I don't understand is why he didn't make more of you after you left. I heard about what you did, so I asked to hold a meeting with him but he never showed."

"Yeah, that sounds like Markus."

"Where is he?"

"I have no idea. Quite literally."

Ronan nods twice before grabbing a long metal stick that he favors whenever he tortures someone. You don't blink when he raises the stick and slams it into your abdomen. He throws the stick off to the side and grabs your jaw tightly to make you look at him.

"Where is he?"

"Go to hell," you gasp.

"I have contacts on Xenia who could find him. I bet he'd love to know where you are."

"Go ahead. Call him. Tell him where I am. I've been dying to kill him myself," you glare.

He's bluffing and he knows you know it. If Markus is out there, then contacting Ronan would be the last thing he'd do. Markus is smart and he likes to keep people in his life that will benefit him. Ronan is sloppy and greedy and someone who Markus would never do business with.

Six years with Ronan turns into twelve and eventually, you run out of room on your wall to mark up. Sharing a cell with Yondu makes the time go by faster because despite being slaves with him, he's a really nice person. He's been your best friend, your rock for the entire time you've been here.

Ronan likes to filter through his slaves so they all receive the same treatment, and he's just summoned the people in the cell next to yours. That can only mean you and Yondu are next. He might be from a different planet than humans, but you're the one with the powers. Anytime you can, you try to make them focus on you since you can heal from their efforts to break you.

"Do you ever think we're getting out of here?" you ask Yondu when they return the other prisoners to their cells.

"I don't know. I don't like to think about stuff like that. It gives false hope. Ronan has the entire place on lockdown."

"Do you think people are still looking for you?"

"Unlikely. My parents never cared much for me. They're the ones who solved me to Ronan to pay off debt. I was too young to have mattered to anyone. What about you?"

"Anyone I do know can't rescue me. Humans don't know they're not alone, and the ones that do, don't have the ability to space travel. Humans aren't as technologically advanced as I hoped they'd be. No one's coming for me," you sigh.

"Y/N, you're up," one of the guards says as he approaches your cage.

"What, you scared to take me? Are you some kind of coward?" Yondu argues when the guard grabs you.

The guard looks at Yondu and considers taking him, but before he can let go of you, intervene. There is no way he's taking the fall. If Ronan wants you, then it's you he's going to get."

"Are you scared to hit a girl? Are you afraid I'm going to beat your ass if I get free? I bet Ronan is going to kill you if you bring him instead of me." The guard must follow Ronan's orders or else he's going to face his wrath. The guard shoves your wrists into handcuffs and drags you to the entrance of the cell. You look back at Yondu who looks like he's going to cry. "It's okay. I'll be okay."

When you return, Yondu is sleeping so you do your best not to wake him up. Your entire body is sore from the beatings you took but it's not like you're going to show them how much they're hurting you. You're not sure how much time has passed when Yondu shakes you awake.

"Y/N, wake up," he whispers. Sleep isn't something that comes easily on Ronan's ship, so you're not sure why he's up when he doesn't have to be. "Come with me. We're getting off this ship."

"What?"

"I'll explain it later. Come on, we have to go now."

Yondu doesn't give you time to think about what's happening because he's pulling you out of your bed. With groggy eyes, you follow him out of your cell and down the hall where someone is waiting for you. He didn't look like Kree but the last thing you're going to do is say anything. You trust Yondu with your life, so you know he wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't legit. The stranger leads you and Yondu through a service elevator to a lower level where a group of people is waiting.

There is a window next to the elevator and when you look through it, you see a huge ship. If Ronan doesn't know about this, he will soon.

"You'll need this. Put it on. I found it in storage. It had your name on it."

The stranger hands you the space suit that you had when you first arrived. After putting it on, the stranger leads you and Yondu to one of the loading docks where their ship is hooked to. The metal door shuts behind you so that when the stranger opens the door to his ship, the rest of Ronan's ship isn't affected by space.

Everyone flies from Ronan's ship to the strangers, and as soon as the doors closed, the ship takes off.

"What's going on, Yondu?" you ask and take off your helmet.

"My name is Stakar Ogord, and you've just been rescued by the Ravagers. Compliments of Yondu."

Stakar starts walking towards the main deck of the ship, and you look at Yondu for some answers.

"I told you we're getting out of that hell hole. I met someone who knew of Stakar. We've escaped."

"Yeah into the hands of the Ravagers. I've heard of them. I'm no thief."

Stakar stops and turns to you with narrowed eyes.

"Would you rather I take you back to the Kree?"

"No, she wouldn't," Yondu says for you. "We're grateful for your rescue."

"That's what I thought. I'll give you two a day to get settled before I recruit you to our team."

A lot of different planets around Earth are much more technologically advanced, but you've never seen some of this stuff before.

"Wait, year is it?" you ask.

"1962."

His words stop you in your tracks.

"We were prisoners for twenty years?" you gasp softly.

"Time flies by when you're getting picked and prodded at by Ronan," Yondu sighs.

"Twenty years," you mutter as you take a seat.

Twenty years.

Everyone you knew and loved either is dead or you've been pushed to the back of their minds. No one is coming for you now. Earth doesn't need you anymore, so there's no point in going back to it.

Another twenty years of stealing with the Ravagers go by before Stakar sees potential in you and Yondu to the point where he grants you your own division. You and Yondu can break away from the main clan and steal on your own as long as most of the profits go back to him. This gives you and Yondu some breathing room since you won't have Stakar breathing down your neck all the damn time.

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Morality

I honestly dk what this is but its set in AOTC kinda want to turn this into a little series $wag also shout out to my fellow nihilists this is for you bb

Palpatine had always kept watchful over her but never loomed. It would have been too obvious. When he met Anakin, it was like a breath of fresh air, a realization that this little boy was destined to restore the balance in the force and his daughter, Y/n, would be the one to defeat him. He had begun the idea of his daughter once he joined the Darkside, already knowing that the possibility to be overthrown was something he couldn’t let happen. The dark energy, the power, was simply too much to let go of. The moment he saw the nine-year-old boy, the lord was happy to know that the power would stay on the dark side. 

Dooku trained Y/n as a padawan, and when he left the order, he took Y/n with him, kidnapping her into the night. When she asked why they were leaving the temple as he dragged her into a ship, he simply replied, “Sometimes when politicians can’t do their job, we must do something ourselves.” Over the years together, he would open up more, telling Y/n about the death of Qui-Gon and every step that drove him to leave. 

“The Jedi rely on selflessness. To strip one’s ability to have connection and emotion. They lose themselves in conformity. We need to take control of the life we’re given. Emotion, passion, drive. Those are how we will be victorious. Corrupt politicians pull the Jedi around like kites on strings. You can not try and save a house that its lousy foundation has torn down. Tear it down and build a new one.” 

It was her job to ensure just that, a new foundation set within the heart of the Darkside. Relentless training to mentally and physically defeat the chosen one. Palpatine would often tell her that her destiny was a part of the Sith Two, that the strongest one of the two would survive, and it was to be her. Darth Sidious found comfort that his creation would take over the Darkside once she had killed him and the Count. The most decisive Jedi ruling on the side of the night. 

She didn’t quite understand it, but to stay on the Darkside made the most sense to her. It wasn’t about power. It was the lifestyle. Why be selfless if there was no personal gain? Why spend a life living for something else? Shouldn’t one live their life for themselves? Everyone, she determined, had to want something. As long as she did what she wanted, it was enough. It had to be. Because without drive and her idea of what was truly right and wrong, how would she get anything done? 

She rationed that it all didn’t matter. She would never know who was right because, in her mind, the concept of being right varied too much. The Jedi thought they were right, the sith thought they were right, the politicians who voted against their people’s needs thought they were right. She had to suffer through Palpatine’s long lectures about how awful the senate was and now terrible the Jedi Order is. But who was to say he was right? That was only his opinion. Who was to say the Jedi were right because a frog that was almost nine hundred years old said so? 

“I’m just…” Anakin went on, pulling a piece of grass out of the ground. “I mean, I don’t know. Padmè is beautiful and wonderful. She’s everything that could make someone perfect: marriage, it’s so permanent. I know I’m supposed to be excited, which I am, of course. But what if we were not supposed to be together.” 

His speech made her frown. “Sometimes, it’s better just to dive in and see where you land.” She offered. The dreams with Anakin were a peaceful escape to a Jedi’s life. Neither knew why their dreams brought them together or what they even meant. Neither of them bothered, living the same training life on opposite sides. A sweet dream was the perfect reward. “And who are you going to be with then, me?” She teased back. 

The setting of the dreams was in the meadows of Naboo. The pastel-colored flowers stood dim in the moonlight from the starry night above. Anakin laid with his head in her lap as they talked about their personal lives, never going in too deep about what their destinies were. Anakin no longer had the pressure of being the chosen one, and Y/n never had to admit she would kill the chosen one. 

“I wish,” Anakin admitted, now looking up at her. “I want so bad to meet you Y/n, not just in my dreams but in real life. If I could have you by my side, all of this would be less confusing. I’ve fallen in love with you, a woman in my dreams. Why can’t you be in my reality?”

“Don’t say that,” She whispered. Whenever Anakin talked about his little girl-thing, Y/n wasn’t even one hundred percent sure what their relationship was, and she always felt a slight nic in her heart. Y/n knew that she was in love with Anakin, but to hear about another woman making him the happiest he’s been in the majority of the years that she knew him, that it wasn’t her, the one sneaking in kisses with him in the shadows. It brought out an ugly feeling of jealousy and possessiveness to Y/n that she didn’t know she had. 

“I promise, one day, I’ll be with you in all the ways you want.” She spoke with a smile. She would often daydream about what life would be like to meet him real-time. They would run up to each other and crush each other in a hug. She imagined it all.

“Tell me about it,” Anakin edged on, closing his eyes as if it was going to play out in his head.

“Well, I want to go somewhere like D’Qar, somewhere quiet where I won’t have to worry about neighbors or anyone I don’t want finding me. Or us, because you’re coming with me no matter what your soon-to-be wife says,” You teased, making him laugh. “Maybe- Sometimes in my dreams, there’s no Padmè, it’s just us, and every so often there are kids, but it’s just us. Tucked away where we can be together, and nothing can bother us or stop us from being together.”

The silence that sat in between them began to scare Y/n, “Is that a future you would want with me?”

His eyes met hers, a peaceful moment in the chaos of their lives. He reached up to tuck a strand of hair that fell in front of her face, behind her ear. “If I were able to, I would.”

“And why can’t you? Why can’t you have the things you want, Anakin? Is it wrong to be happy?” 

Waking up from the dreams was always the most challenging part, the reality of it not being a reality. Y/n woke up already in a bad mood, mentally kicking herself for pushing too far in. Of course, he wouldn’t want to. He’s getting married to someone else. You’re too late. It had always been Y/n’s plan to end up with Anakin in some way or another. From the first dream to now, she decided to leave the Sith once she had killed the chosen one. Somedays, she would pace around, impatiently waiting for whoever held the title to cross her path so she could just finish the job and take the next ship to wherever Anakin was. 

She tore the necklace he had given her off her neck, clutching the carven japor snippet in her hand with a grip so hard she could have cracked it if it wasn’t made out of stone. She was squeezing her eyes shut, trying not to cry. Anakin had given Y/n the good luck charm when they were at the age of thirteen. Y/n was upset that once everything was over that he may not want to be with her, the reputation of her choices would drive him away. 

“Well, you can’t be that bad,” He commented, pulling out the carved stone from his pocket and shyly handing it to her. “I made this for you,” Anakin explained as she put it around her neck, “So that when good things happen, you can think of me. It’ll be my way of keeping you safe, and in return, one day, you will come to me safely.”

She opened her eyes and stared at the carvings, remembering how Anakin said he made it just for her, so she better not lose it. Y/n wanted to break it, throw it away, and never see Anakin again. She wanted more than just the dreams. She wanted the sunsets and the early morning and the rainy days - all of it. Maybe they were wrong, they weren’t supposed to meet, and it was just a nice dream. 

She couldn’t do that. She at least owes him a simple greeting, and then she can get rid of him. Putting the necklace back on and wiping her face to make sure she wasn’t crying, Y/n walked out of the room, ready for whatever the sith wanted her to do. 

“Just be patient,” Her master told her as they waited outside the still open ship. Geonosis was overrun with battle, the sith fighting tooth and bone to claim the planet as its capital, the major droid foundries, and its Mandalorians. Nothing could be more perfect for the sith. The two force signatures caught Y/n’s attention. Looking up at Dooku, she told him, “Well, let’s make it quick then.” 

“The chosen one will be here,” he whispered back. “I’ll leave that one to you.”

“You’re gonna pay for all the Jedi you killed, Dooku,” A familiar voice said as you both turned around in unison. “Y/N?” A pit dropped in her stomach. It was him, Anakin. Anakin’s blue saber was pointed at the ground, more focused on her than the older man. 

The necklace he gave her burned her through her robes. Anakin was finally there in front of her. This Anakin was different from her dreams. He stood with more pride and confidence. He was also the chosen one. “I-I didn’t expect to meet you like this,” She told him, knowing full well once on the ship, she would be interrogated about her knowledge of the boy. 

“Why are you with him?” The venom in his voice almost made her feel guilty about being who she was. “Are you-? Don’t tell me Y/n-” He couldn’t find the words to express his confusion and disappointment, “You’re a Sith. How can you be with them? You lied to me! Can’t you see what they’re doing to you? Can’t you see what they’ve done!”

“The Jedi know no facts,” She spoke, looking over at the Count, waiting for his head nod and sign of approval to ignite her orange saber. The whole weapon was made for destruction, a perfect saber to kill the chosen one. Its orange glow was representing strength. The curved hilt that matched hers of her masters was perfect for duels and close fights. “Only assumptions.”

It hurt her to have him looking at her in disgust. As if she was suddenly less than him because of her beliefs. “Anakin, you need to calm down,” She warned him as he charged towards her, only for Dooku to step in front of her, raising his hand to send bolds of electricity into the boy’s body and fling him into a rock wall. “Don’t keep me waiting,” Her master spoke before walking up the platform of the ship. 

Y/n only had seconds to understand that not only her master had abandoned her, Anakin was also lying limp in a pile of rocks, and the other Jedi was making his way towards her. She pointed her saber straight ahead at him, taking careful steps around him, trying to think about how this all would end. Was this it? When is supposed to kill the chosen one who happened to be the boy Y/n had fallen in love with over the past ten years? She knew that once she killed Anakin, she would have to kill the two sith above her, starting the two over with her as a master. 

“I heard the little green guy talks highly of you, Kenobi. What a pity it will be when I kill his two strongest men.”

Obi-wan shook his head, “You’re not Dooku’s apprentice. You’re just an assassin to him. Y/n why would he elect a child to be his successor?” He spoke as if he could read her mind, his blue eyes pleading with her. 

“You don’t know anything!” Y/n yelled, making the first strike. His saber skills were advanced, but quickly she was able to disarm him and left two marks on him, one on his arm and one on his thigh. She walked up to him, the two staring at each other. Was she about to kill this man? She had never killed a human before. Taking down droids and other creatures were casual to her. Humans? This man was edging her on with his eyes, both understanding that she wasn’t able to drive her saber into his neck. She couldn’t just kill a man who had done nothing to her. That would be wrong, right? But if it was so bad, why was she encouraged to do it? 

Before she could thoroughly choose, Anakin came at full force again. This time his master had tossed him his saber, making the fight two against one. “Why won’t you join our site, the right side?” Anakin asked, swiftly dodging her but failing to make any advancements to disarming her. 

“I don’t believe in any right sides.” She told him, knocking the green lightsaber out of his hand, evening out the fight. “I believe in one thing. Power of human will.” 

She walked into the ship quietly, ignoring the little green Jedi behind her. She didn’t care about the older man, Yoda or Count Dooku. She walked past the sith and made her way right to the pilot’s seat before sitting down. 

Dooku followed her, giving her space as she sat down. Crossing his arms like a disappointed parent, he asked, “Well?”

“I cut his arm off,” Y/n spoke, taking out the necklace and looking at the charm in her hand. She left right after, watching him lay unconscious against his master, missing apart of his right arm. She had hurt him, and for a moment, when she was looking at the injured pair, the padawan’s master had the same look on his face as before. An eyebrow raised as if to say, Do it, kill us. I doubt you’ll do it. 

“I’m disappointed in you.” He said. Y/n could have done it. She would have just pictured them as droids and slice the two in half. It would have been quick and painless. She could have plaid her life out, kill the chosen one, rule the sith, and live her life. Why didn’t you? She kept thinking as she admired the gift. 

Looking at the charm, the future she talked about seemed too far away, especially now. The end with the boy she loved, Anakin, who also was the boy she was supposed to kill. But for right now, she thought to herself. She wouldn’t kill him, at least not yet, until she knew for sure that her fantasies with Anakin were just wild dreams. It was her own life. Why couldn’t she have the things she wanted? 

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Survival of the Fittest

Summary: Welcome to the Badlands of Montana! This will be the setting of our game. What’s the name of the game? Simple, make it out alive. In which you and Jaemin are kidnapped and forced to try and find your way out of the Badlands.

Masterlist | Main Masterlist

This is from Jaemin’s point of view.

---Part 6

“Stop me if this is too intrusive,” Jaemin says, shrugging off the bag as you both settle into the place you decided to sleep, “but I’ve been thinking about what to say to you, and I’ve settled with it’ll be okay. I don’t think he’s hurt Sam, and I don’t think he’s going to.”

You freeze in place for a second before shrugging your shoulders and busying your hands by messing with your sleeves. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried, but what can I do? I don’t know if you know or not, but aromantic means he doesn’t feel romantic attraction.”

Jaemin furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “I didn’t know that, no. But you don’t need to tell me anything you don’t want to. I just thought I should say something.”

He isn’t exactly lying. Yes, he doesn’t want to push you to tell him anything you’re not comfortable with. However, he’s hoping that if he gets the topic going in the right direction, you’ll tell him enough to satisfy his curiosity. Yes, he does know it’s kind of selfish to hope you’ll offer that kind of information after how he snapped at you, but he thinks given how much you found out about him (and despite what Theos said, there isn’t more to tell), he should get to know more about your story.

“No, it’s okay. Frankly, I’m too tired to care what you think about me,” you chuckle softly and lean back against a hill, closing your eyes as you continue to talk. “I don’t think there’s much else to the story other than it hurt for everyone. He was sad he didn’t like me the way he wanted to and, at the time, I was sad another person had lied to me. Although now that I think about it, how else was he supposed to confirm the feelings he had? Once I got over that, I was able to look at it differently. Yeah, it still hurts sometimes to think about. But in the end, I got someone I can kind of rely on. If you ask me, not too bad of a deal.”

He smiles, handing you his sweater. You two had already agreed he would take the first watch. “Well, it’s good you can look at it like that. I can’t say I’m there yet with my situation.”

You smile softly, meeting his gaze for a second before you start bunching his sweater into a ball. “It took me a while to get here. I can’t tell you how to live your life, Jaemin, but I can say you don’t have to forgive everyone. I’d say in my life there have been three people who should come to me sneaking forgiveness. Out of those three, Sam is the only one that has asked for forgiveness and that I’ll forgive. Even if the other two apologized, I wouldn’t forgive them. I’m not necessarily angry anymore—I mean, sometimes I’ll get mad about it—but my point is if you don’t forgive someone, that doesn’t mean you still have to be mad about it. All that’s left after there is to evaluate the damage your parents did to you and see if you’re able to look past it.”

He nods his head and forces a small smile onto his face. “Enough sad talk, good morning y/n.”

You snort. “Still doing that? Well, then good morning to you too, Jaemin.”

Once you close your eyes, he lets the smile drop from his face.

You two had been walking for five hours now—in what you assume is the right direction—and even then, Theos’ words haven’t left his mind. It was a given he thought about Emma; he practically raised her. Every time she popped into his mind, he would get anxious at the thought of her alone and worried.

But now? Now he’s mad. Mad at his parents for putting her in a position that because he was kidnaped, she has to spend the night at a friend’s house instead of with her mom and dad. Mad that because they had the desire to help everyone but their children, they painted a target on his back.

He knows it’s probably the lack of caffeine that’s putting his mind in overdrive, but his parents weren’t there to stop him from upping the caffeine level. Even if he wouldn’t have listened, he would have appreciated the affection of the action.

Shaking his head, he looks over at you. He can’t tell if you’re asleep or not, but your eyes are closed, and your breathing is even. Not that he’s happy to be here, but since he is, he’s glad it’s with someone like you.

Jaemin doesn’t have a lot of friends. He has some classmates he’ll see a movie with now and again, but no one he’s necessarily close with. He knows how to be nice to people, he just didn’t know how to get close to them. He was far more introverted than Emma seemed to think he was when she gave him the advice of “just go over there and invite them to sit with us.”

So, with his limited social skills, he’s thankful he’s facing life and death with someone who doesn’t feel the need to fill the silences with useless chatter. He hopes that once you two get out of this, you’ll want to stay in touch with him.

As soon as the thought crosses his mind, he scoffs to himself, squeezing his eyes shut as hot tears burn his eyes. He’s getting ahead of himself.

That’s why he hated these sleeping breaks. He knows they’re needed—it will do neither of you any good if one of you passes out from exhaustion. His legs are already cramping from the amount of walking he’s done the past few days, and he’d hate to imagine what kind of condition he’d be in without sleep.

At the same time, he hates these breaks because it is the one time he’s alone. It is the one time he has no choice but to stare out into the rocky abyss and think about a life he might never see again.

The man keeping you here said that he still has victims from past “experiments.” Just because he seems to have hope for you two doesn’t mean he’s going to let you guys go. He could die out here.

He went to rub the bracelet his sister had given him, only to feel the thick watch in its place. He laughs, wiping away a tear.

---

“What should we do when we reach wherever it is that we’re walking to?”

He glances at you over his shoulder before quickly bringing his attention back in front of him as he trips over a rock. “What do you mean?”

“Well,” you continue. “We’re walking to what we assume is the exit. But now, I’m thinking the exit is really just where Theos is watching us from. What then?”

At the mention of his name, Jaemin instinctively looks around for any of the towers Theos used to communicate. He knows those towers alone wouldn’t let him hear the conversation; if anything, it would be the cameras around your neck. But whenever Theos spoke through a tower, he had conversations with you both. That meant there must be some kind of listening device, right?

“Is this something we should be talking about like this?” he whispers.

You shrug your shoulders, but he doesn’t miss the way you nervously tap your fingers together. “There isn’t any other way to. We can’t write in the dirt, or he’ll for sure see that. This way, there’s at least a chance he can’t hear us. And while the idea of meeting him scares me, having somewhat of a plan would at least make me feel like we did everything we could for those people.”

He isn’t against helping the other “subjects,” and he knows if he lets himself be taken, there’s no way he’ll make it out alive. At the same time, he doesn’t want to do anything that would set him apart from the group. Trying to escape would definitely set him apart from the group.

His whole life, he has lived with the goal of attracting the least amount of attention possible to him and Emma. He knows he has to do everything in his power to help you and himself, but at the same time, why does it have to be him? He has only tried to live a quiet life, a life off anyone’s radar.

He knows it’s selfish to think like that, but he’s lived his whole life trying to be selfless and look where it got him.

“I’m not saying this to shut you down”—and he wasn’t. Despite not wanting to, he isn’t going to let you do anything crazy alone. With that being said, he isn’t going to walk into something potentially pointless—“but is planning something even a good idea? I mean, when we get to where he’s at, he’s not going to be out in the open. So, and I mean this in the nicest way, what would be the point in planning something against him?”

You nod your head in thought. “What if we didn’t go in?”

He turns his head to look at you in confusion. “What do you mean ‘don’t go in?’”

“I mean, what if we don’t go in,” you repeat. “What if we just kept walking? He can’t be too far from the rest of the town, right? So what if we just keep walking?”

“I don’t know y/n.”

A silence falls over you two, and he can’t help but feel a little bad. He knows he’s not being brave. But it isn’t like it is in the movies. He’s terrified. There’s no need for him to be beaten or threatened any further; he’s already content not pushing the boundaries lain out in front of him.

He knows he’s nothing like the big, tough guy in the horror movies. If anything, he’s happy he isn’t. They’re normally one of the first people dead or horribly injured.

“Listen,” you start quietly. “I know it’s scary. And any other day, I would agree with you in there being no chance of this working—”

“I never said that.”

“—but what other choice do we have? You heard how he talks about us. I’m worried that once we reach the end, we’re his last subjects. That once we reach the finish line—or win the ‘game’—that’s it. I have this feeling that we’re his last hope in making this thing, whatever it is, work. So if we don’t try to escape, no one will get the chance to.”  

“Okay, I can see where you’re coming from.” He said softly, rubbing his arms despite not being cold. “But there’s no way that’s not against his rules. Is that something we want to push?”

“He seems like someone who likes to follow rules, and there was never a defined end line. So if we keep walking, it isn’t exactly against the rules.”

He knows you’re right. There’s this feeling he’s had since the first time he heard Theos’ voice—this feeling of dread. At first, he didn’t know why the dread he felt when he heard Theos’ voice was different than the kind he felt when thinking about being stuck in a rock maze. Now, though, he understands. Theos talked about you two like you were his last hope at discovering something great.

With that understanding, he’s willing to bet that if caught walking past Theos’ obvious endpoint, you'll be punished. He can’t imagine that as this man’s last hope, trying to leave won’t play out well if he finds you again.

“Well, you better decide what you want to do,” you said, dragging his attention away from his inner debate.

He almost asked why, but the sight of a building partly buried underground and colored to camouflage into the rocks gave him his answer.

“So what’s it going to be, Jaemin?”

---

I hope this wasn’t too all over the place, I’ve been kind of insecure about this story and asking for proofreaders. So I want to thank you for your understanding and I hope you have a wonderful day/night!!

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Wheel of Time Playlist

Mat Cauthon/Tuon Paendrag: The Soundtrack

Direct link: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1LWolFwiwWQtcnQV7zceMj

30 songs, 1 hr 43 min. This is my take on the canonical arc of Mat Cauthon and Tuon Paendrag's relationship, told largely through swing music and 80s power ballads, with a few surprises here and there.

I put a lot of time and thought into this so I hope you enjoy it as much as I do! There are spoilers in the playlist and track listing for Winter's Heart through A Memory of Light, since this is meant to mirror the narrative. It's organized mostly chronologically, though a few songs cover multiple books, or reference scenes placed slightly out of order, to better alternate points of view.

The order will be preserved if you have a paid Spotify account. (I know that's not ideal; I tried for several hours to get this into 8tracks through a series of increasingly convoluted methods but wasn't able to, as I don't directly own the music used.) If you can't listen to it in order, I've got the track listing under the cut so you can at least see what I was trying to do.

Track List:

1)      Royals (feat. Cory Gray) – Jake Coco, Corey Gray

“I’m no lord. I’ve more respect for myself than that.”

And we'll never be royals (royals)/

It don't run in our blood

2)      Almost There – Anika Noni Rose

Behind her veil, she was merely the High Lady Tuon, of no higher rank than many others of the Blood, but in her heart, always, she was Tuon Athaem Kore Paendrag, Daughter of the Nine Moons, and she had come to reclaim what had been stolen from her ancestor.

Ain't got time for messin' around/

And it's not my style

 3)      Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Man – Sammy Hagar

“I’m a gambler, not a soldier. A lover.”

I ain't good looking, but you know I ain't shy/ Ain't afraid to look a girl in the eye

 4)      Primadonna – MARINA

 “She is my wife! Your bloody Daughter of the Nine Moons is my wife!”

Would you get down on your knees for me?/

Pop that pretty question, right now baby

 5)      Been Caught Stealing – Richard Cheese

And Mat and the others galloped out into the storm, carrying with them three Aes Sedai, two of them escaped damane, and the kidnapped heir to the Seanchan Crystal Throne, while behind them a far worse storm broke over Ebou Dar.

Walk right through the door/ Hey all right!/ If I get by, it's mine/ Mine all mine!

 6)      Luck Be A Lady – Frank Sinatra

“As soon as I can figure out how to send you home safe and sound, I will. I promise.”

[...]

“So long as you keep your promises, I will neither escape nor betray you in any way, nor will I cause dissension among your followers.”

Let’s keep this party polite/

Never get out of my sight/

Stick with me baby, I'm the guy that you came in with/

Luck be a lady tonight

 7)      Holding Out For A Hero – Bonnie Tyler

“Do you remember Hawkwing’s face, Toy?”

I'm holdin' out for a hero 'til the morning light/ He's gotta be sure/ And it's gotta be soon/ And he's gotta be larger than life

 8)      Play The Game – Queen

“I’ve changed my mind, Toy,” she murmured, placing the white stone carefully on the intersection of two lines near the center of the board. “You play very well.”

All you have to do is fall in love/

Play the game, everybody play the game/

Of love

 9)      Poker Face – Lady Gaga

Despite himself, Mat began to laugh. He threw his hat down on the floor and laughed. With everything, all his efforts, he did not know this woman at all! Not a bit! He laughed until his ribs hurt.

Can't read my, can't read my/ No, he can't read my poker face

 10)   Young Dumb And In Love – Mat Kearney

Her big eyes were dark pools a man could spend a lifetime swimming in. Her rare smiles could be mysterious or mischievous, and he prized them.

I'm talking much, and you don't make a sound/

The prettiest face and those rock-a-bye baby browns/

All I've waited for's come true/

To be young and dumb and in love

11)   Zebra – The Magnetic Fields

She was still beaming. Her big eyes shone. “She’s a very fine animal, Toy. A wonderful gift. Either you have a good eye, or you were very lucky.”

“I have a good eye, Precious,” he said warily. She seemed more delighted than even the razor called for.

so there's one thing I crave/ when my days become ho-hum and blah/ I want a zebra

 12)   Steppin’ Out With My Baby – Fred Astaire

He grinned at Tuon, who gave him a slight nod. He had missed this, dice in a common room or tavern, coin on the table, wondering how long his luck would hold. And a pretty woman at his side while he gambled. He wanted to laugh with pleasure.

Steppin' out with my honey/

Can't be bad to feel so good/

Never felt quite so sunny/

And I keep on knockin' wood

 13)   Mack the Knife – Louis Armstrong

Tuon nodded approvingly. The bloody woman was dying to see him get into a knife fight!

[...]

To him, the world consisted of his two knives and the men crowding each other to get at him, and his knives sought the places where men bleed most heavily. Some of those ancient memories came from men who had not been very nice at all.

You know when that shark bites

With his teeth, babe

Scarlet billows

Start to spread

Fancy gloves, though

Wears ol' Macheath, babe

So there's never, never a trace of red

 14)   Rescue Me – Fontella Bass

“If one army is out to kill you, then they probably all are, and there are too many soldiers between here and Ebou Dar. But don’t worry; I’ll find some way to get you back safely.”

[...]

His boot slid in a patch of blood, and as he staggered, he knew he was about to die.

Abruptly Tuon was there, left hand seizing the young woman’s wrist—not the wrist of the knife hand, worse luck—twisting so the arm went stiff and the girl was forced to double over.

Come on, baby, and rescue me/ 'Cause I need you by my side

 15)   Too Close For Comfort – Eydie Gormé

He bent his head to hers. She was far from the first woman he had kissed. He knew what he was about. Surprisingly—or then again, perhaps not so surprisingly—she did not know. She was a quick pupil though. Very quick.

Be wise, be smart, behave my heart,/ Don't upset your cart/ When he’s so close.

 16)   Fever – Michael Bublé

She laid fingers against his cheek. “I thought so,” she said in that slow honey drawl. “You’re feverish. Some of your wounds must be infected.”

[...]

Mat blinked. He gave her a kiss that had to have curled her toes, and all she said was that his face was hot?

When you put your arms around me/ I get a fever that's so hard to bear/ You give me fever when you kiss me/ Fever when you hold me tight

 17)   Burning Down The House – Tom Jones, The Cardigans

Karede felt as if Hartha had kicked him again. No, not Hartha. Aldazar. What madness was this? Cauthon looked like a man watching an arrow fly towards his face, knowing he had no chance to dodge.

“Bloody Matrim Cauthon is my husband. That is the wording you used, is it not?”

This had to be a fever-dream.

Watch out you might get what you're after/

Cool babies strange but not a stranger/

I'm an ordinary guy/

Burning down the house

 18)   Love Is A Battlefield – Pat Benatar

“The next time I see Seanchan, I expect it will be on the field somewhere, Tuon.” Burn him, it would be. His life seemed to run that way no matter what he did. “You’re not my enemy, but your Empire is.”

“Nor are you my enemy, husband,” she said coolly, “but I live to serve the Empire.”

Both of us knowing/ Love is a battlefield

 19)   Empire – Alpines

Tuon straightened her back. She had not thought to become Empress for many years yet. But she would do her duty.

[...]

Fortuona was empress.

 I'm building an empire/

I'm building with my body and soul/

I'm building an empire/

So little time and so much to do

 20)   Distant Stations – Andrew Bird

Stay well, you curious man, she thought, glancing back at the balcony, northward. Do not dig yourself into trouble deeper than you can climb to freedom. You are Prince of the Ravens now. Remember to act appropriately.

Wherever it is you are.

[...]

Thom finished by making a wavy line through the center, as one did at the start of any game of Snakes and Foxes.

[...]

Mat crouched beside a fern, unseen by the dozen or so Deathwatch Guards who stood in a ring around Tuon as she went through a series of fighting stances.

 It was a triangle/ With soft, round edges/ And a split down the middle of one corner

I waited for you/ But I never told you where I was/

I waited on the steps for you/ And I hid in the bushes whenever a car pulled into the parking lot

 21)   Black Coffee – Sarah Vaughan

I should very much like to have him back. She froze; she hadn’t meant to admit so much. She found her own emotions curious, however. She had felt safe with him, ridiculous though it seemed. And she wished he were with her now.

Black coffee/ Feelin' low as the ground/ It's drivin' me crazy/ This waitin' for my baby/ To maybe come around

 22)   Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps – Cake

“Love?” Tuon sounded surprised. “Perhaps we will come to love each other, Matrim, but I have always known I would marry to serve the Empire.”

[...]

“And do you love me?” he asked, forcing the words out.

 You won't admit you love me/

And so how am I ever to know?/

You only tell me/

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

 23)   Best of You (with Elle King) – Andy Grammar, Elle King

“When you saw me,” Mat explained, “with a dagger in hand—as if to throw at you—you didn’t call for your guards. You didn’t fear I was here to kill you. You looked over your shoulder to see what I was aiming at. That’s the most loving gesture I think a man could receive from a woman. Unless you’d like to sit on my knee for a little while…”

 'Cause the best of me loves the best of you/

And all the rest, I can see right through/

You trust in me and I'll trust you too/

'Cause the best of me, loves the best of you

 24)   Dance Me to the End of Love – Leonard Cohen

“I’m not going to sit on your knee,” Tuon said, pulling one arm out of her robe, exposing her breasts, “though I may allow you to sit on mine.”

 Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on/ Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long/ We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above/ Dance me to the end of love

 25)   Roll the Dice – Annie Vincent

Order in one hand—something known, something she could measure—chaos in the other. Chaos in the form of a one-eyed man who knew Artur Hawkwing’s face.

Had she not just told Selucia she would bet upon him?

Roll the dice (C'mon)/ Take a chance with life, just roll the dice/ This will be your time, so roll the dice/ And nothing's gonna stop you now - no, no, woah

 26)   Short Skirt/Long Jacket – Cake

She was something incredible, though. He felt a thrill each time she gave orders; she did it so naturally.

 I want a girl with a mind like a diamond/ I want a girl who knows what's best

 27)   They All Fall Down – XY Unlimited

“A last stand,” Mat said softly. “All of us, together, at a one place where the terrain favors us.”

 One by one the soldiers stumble/

See them as they stand and tumble/

You're here with me

 28)   Let’s Call The Whole Thing Off – Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong

“I’ve had it with you,” Knotai said, waving a hand at her. “You and your bloody Seanchan rules just keep getting in the way.”

“Then I have had it with you as well,” she said, raising her head.

[...]

“I suppose you give me the opportunity… perhaps the mandate… to follow what my heart would choose, whether or not it is wise.” She stood. “General Galgan, gather your troops. We return to the Field of Merrilor.”

 For we know we need each other/ So we better call the calling off off/ Let's call the whole thing off!

 29)   Never Knew I Needed – Kathryn

“Well, I guess I’m off the hook, now. You have an heir.”

“I have an heir,” Tuon said, “but I am the one off that hook. Now I can kill you, if I want.”

Mat felt his grin widen. “Well, we’ll have to see what we can work out. Tell me, do you ever play dice?”

 You are the best thing I never knew I needed/ So now it's so clear, I need you here always

 30)   Twin Human Highway Flares – The Mountain Goats

All he had to do was convince Tuon to forsake her throne and run off with him.

  You turned to me and asked me if I'd always be your boy/

As we drove across the river into western Illinois/

And on the railroad bridge, half a mile of solid steel/

Wheels were spitting out sparks, scraping at the rails

#mat/tuon #mat cauthon #tuon paendrag #wheel of time #wheel of time playlist #wheel of time spoilers #I decided to only do book quotes and lyrics to justify my creative choices #but I am dying to say more about this playlist and answer questions #if I got hit by Mat's fantasy getaway car and died right now I would be happy with this as my contribution to the fandom

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when the fire goes out, how do we stay warm? part 3/?

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today i’m serving up an entree of zygerrians being assholes, with a side of dark obi wan and angsty inner thoughts- enjoy!

First of all, the canon timeline has been taken out back and shot- so we’re currently just blindly driving through the year 20 BBY. For this universe, it has been about two months since the original zygerria mission (which happened at the same time as canon). Just for reference i guess.

ALSO, QUICK NOTE ABOUT UPDATES: school just started for me, along with other things, so updates are going to be weird for this story. There are just a lot of things going on in my life, including writing, so I can’t promise when I’ll be able to update- BUT IT WILL BE OFTEN! Just not on a set schedule/general time frame.

p.s. lines from the tatooine slave code the discord and i came up with are mentioned- you can find the whole thing at @newswcanonprompts

~

 Obi-Wan has been periodically blacking out for about a week now. Maybe more, maybe less. He’s not actually sure how long it’s been. All he knows is that sometime, the Zygerrians had decided to tuck him away in this...

 What could he call his new accommodations? It looks like an old dungeon- smells like one too. The walls are crumbling, and there’s a leaky crack on the ceiling that has been keeping Obi-Wan a bit entertained. He watches the water drops slide down the wall, making him dream of rain. He wishes to be outside, to be free.

 For the first few weeks, when he was the queen’s attendant, he had been allowed to go wherever in the palace- as long as he followed the queen when she called. She probably allowed this small bit of freedom to show everyone her new Jedi pet. But then it all changed.

 Obi-Wan had been in his “room” (a small closet-like space with a cushion and a little pot to relieve himself) when he heard shouting and running. Peeking outside, one of the queen’s guards caught sight of him and yelled something in Zygerrian; the guard then pressed a button and Obi-Wan’s collar shocked him into unconsciousness.

 When Obi-Wan awoke, he was in this cave, his bare shoulders bleeding from where the guards must have dragged him. Usually, the queen’s attendants were dressed nicely, but Obi-Wan supposed he was a special case.

 They starved him, dressed him in his torn clothes, made him look weak- a showcase of Queen Miraj’s power, her ability to beat even a Jedi into submission.

 And Obi-Wan  has been beaten. He knows it, the queen knows it, everyone on this blasted planet knows it. His muscles are pretty much depleted by now, his bones getting more and more frail every day- and his spirit was just as crushed. After learning (he learned through punishment; teaching was done with whips on this planet) to be quiet, he eventually accepted that this was no place for his well-known banter.

 Obi-Wan Kenobi is not a silent person. But, that is who he has to be, if he is to survive.

 In his silence, he thinks of Anakin and hopes for his safety. He reflects on their only communication in the last few weeks, that one burst of emotion in their Force bond. Obi-Wan wishes he could tug on the bond, at least send Anakin an inkling of feeling, but it was impossible. He has no strength for such things, and if he did, he can’t try- Queen Miraj had put him in Force-dampening cuffs some time ago (they are rusted and old, probably because the queen was never lucky enough to have a Jedi in her grasp).  

 So he is left alone with nothing but a dreary cell and troubled questions for company.

 Is Anakin alright? Does he know Obi-Wan is alive? Does he still have that horrible haunted look that plagues Obi-Wan’s nightmares, the one from the arena?

  Is his brother free? Obi-Wan wonders that most often. He doesn’t know if Anakin is free, or if he’s just briefly escaped; then again, he also doesn’t know what exactly his former apprentice is running from. Chains? Nightmares? Fear? Darkness?

 Or maybe those are all the same. At least, they seem to have become one in this blurry hell Obi-Wan is now living in.

 The Darkness comes for him while he’s unconscious. Whenever the world fades, Obi-Wan is met with a black expanse that threatens to consume him.

 He finds it harder and harder to push it away. In fact, Obi-Wan’s vision is starting to dim, his bleary eyes starting to close…

 But before he goes under, the old metal door creaks open.

 “Hello, Master Jedi,” The Zygerrian guard jeers, the mocking evident in his tone. Obi-Wan feels he has lost any right to that title (what Master would let their Padawan be treated so terribly, what Master would embrace Darkness while he sleeps?).

 Obi-Wan just turns his head to the other man, fresh cuts on his cheek stinging from the movement. He does not reply.

 “Thought you were a talker. ‘Guess not,” The guard remarks as he slides a dish of something gray-looking across the floor. Obi-Wan doesn’t recognize him, this must be the first time they’re meeting (he probably wanted a glimpse at the queen’s new Jedi pet). “No response? Fine.”

 The Zygerrian leans cockily against the cell door, head tilted down to Obi-Wan’s pathetic body. “Can’t say I’m upset you’re quiet. I didn’t expect it- the newbies are always loud at first. It’s always so irritating, listening to their crying and screaming, but they learn soon enough.” The guard smiles wickedly, fingers tracing his whip. Obi-Wan has heard the screams in this place, the cries of children. He's watched as they go still, their tears giving way for the crack of a whip and their torturers’ cruel laughs.

 Obi-Wan has been making himself numb for weeks. But as the guard drones on, his fangs glinting in the darkness, a wave of red-hot fury courses through the Jedi. It feels similar to that day in the arena, when he’d come so close to killing Queen Miraj- until Ahsoka stopped him.

 Obi-Wan wishes he’d murdered her right there. A part of him wants to see the life in her eyes drain, and he wants it to be at his own hand. He wants to see her pay for what she did to Anakin, to Rex, to so many others- he will make her pay. Make her suffer-  

  Yes,something deep in him whispers. It’ll be easy. She will suffer. And when she dies, you will be the one to make her heart stop beating-  

 “Hey,” the guard’s raspy voice interrupts whatever had been filling Obi-Wan’s head. “Were your eyes always yellow-ish? I heard they were blue.”

 Obi-Wan doesn’t know what to make of that.

 ~

 The sunlight burns his delicate skin. Obi-Wan blinks rapidly, as he is no longer used to the brightness of day (honestly, how long was he in that cell? Nobody will tell him- maybe it’s a good thing he doesn’t know).  

 He is pushed roughly with a blaster. “Keep moving, scug,” one of his escorts, a particularly nasty-looking guard, says.

 “Where-” Obi-Wan coughs, his voice scratchy. “Where are we going?”

 “You’re going to see the queen.”

 “Then why are we outside?”  

 “Did you really think your disgusting room was in the palace this whole time? If you think we treat our royalty like that, you’re more idiotic than I thought,” another guard sneers, sounding almost offended.

 Obi-Wan sighs defeatedly. “I meant, why not just put me in a speeder and be done with it? Why parade me through the streets?”

 The original guard, the one who pushed him, barks out a laugh. “Why do you think? Now shut up and walk.”

 Obi-Wan realizes what the guard means. It's a show for the Masters. He can’t stop himself from looking around, making eye contact with the slave traders and their grins- they are all too happy at seeing a famous Jedi being led along in chains. Said Jedi wants to wipe the smiles off their faces, for they might think they are in power here, but he will show them what-

  No, he thinks, recoiling from the Dark thoughts. Stop- don’t go there, Obi-Wan.    He doesn’t want to think about his eyes, if they’re yellow or blue- he doesn’t want to, he wants the Dark to leave him alone-

 Or does he?

  Stop, stop, don’t think about it, GO AWAY- he screams in his mind, pushing the Dark away. It backs off for now, but Obi-Wan knows it will come back in his dreams.

~

 They finally reach the palace, and the guards grab him by the arms to lead him inside. Their sharp nails drag across his skin, some even giving him more cuts- but instead of thinking about it, Obi-Wan prefers to be numb, so that is what he does. Sinking into the Force (which he can barely feel, due to the cuffs he still wears), he lets himself be pulled along.

 Queen Miraj’s voice is what snaps him out of it. The blissful respite of the Force slinks away, despite Obi-Wan’s frantic grabs at it.

 “Master Kenobi, it is wonderful to see you again,” she purrs, eyes raking over his battered form. Seeing an exceptionally angry gash on his arm, the queen smirks. “I hope you are enjoying your new room.”

 He does not reply. He will not let her take his words; she has already taken his body, she will not have his voice. It is a lesson he has learned from the other slaves, one Anakin had drunkenly described years ago.

  Though he was drunk, Anakin sounded almost poetic, but devoid of emotion- it was how he always seemed when talking about Tatooine. “Peace in Silence, Defiance in Demureness… They teach us to be quiet. Watch instead of speak. Watching is how we learn. And, if the Masters don’t have your voice, then they cannot truly win.”  

 Obi-Wan didn’t, and still doesn’t, want to know why those teachings sounded like a mantra, a code engraved into Anakin’s very being, even after being freed.

  Can you ever wash away the sands of a slave?  

 How much of the Desert still lives inside Anakin?

 Again, Obi-Wan doesn’t want to know.

 The queen keeps talking. “No response? I thought you had better manners than that, Master Jedi.” They love to call him that, don’t they? The Masters love to remind him of his place. By calling him 'Master', they reaffirm the fact that it is      they    who are really in charge- he is nothing more than their toy.

 He ignores the queen’s taunts. She cocks her head, brows narrowing. “You might be wondering why I summoned you here. I imagine you have many questions regarding your… new arrangements.”

 Obi-Wan doesn’t say anything, instead just keeping his eyes trained on her. He watches as she clenches her jaw. Her voice does not betray her growing irritation- she had been hoping for an outburst. “See, a bit of time ago, your little Republic friends came here. They broke into my dungeon, took that little Togruta you’re so fond of, and then left. They also took away my prize, your little Chosen One…”

 Obi-Wan, who had been studying the wall, whips his head towards her. Forgetting to be quiet, he stutters, “They- they got Anakin-?”

 Queen Miraj leers at him. “Yes, they did; just in time, too, I suppose. He was not going to make it much longer.”

 A pink Twi’lek -probably the queen’s new attendant- is in the corner, staring intently at Obi-Wan. She is pressing her finger to her lips, signaling for him to be quiet. He ignores her. “What did you do to him?!”

 The queen smiles smugly, annoyance forgotten. She motions for her guards to restrain Obi-Wan. Once he is firmly held down, she replies. “It was easy to see that he was once a slave. He was already cracking. But I broke him.”  She sounds prideful, taking joy in the fact that she-

   No. Anakin is strong. He’s alright. He is alright. He has to be alright.  

 “You cannot break Anakin. He is strong, stronger than you will ever be.” The Twi’lek in the corner is frantically shaking her head at him, neck rubbing against her shock collar. But Obi-Wan cannot get himself to quiet. Not now, not anymore.

 “You think he is powerful? He is a slave, Kenobi. It doesn't matter where he is, who he calls Master- he will always be chained,” the queen snaps.  

 “He was freed.”

 She laughs at his protests, eyes glinting. “You do not understand. A slave is never free, Jedi. You can shower him in love, titles, and luxury- but I know what a child of the Desert looks like. Tatooine is a cruel place; it has a certain way of… rooting itself in its children. Some of them end up here, and they are easily recognized. Skywalker is just like them, scarred and broken. They will only be free when Death claims them, Kenobi.”

 Obi-Wan pushes at the guards, trying to get to the queen. He wants to wipe that cruel smirk off her face, drown it in blood- “You’re wrong!”

 “Look at how you refuse the truth- just like a Jedi. You know I am right. You know it, you see it in him, the cracks- and you never help, do you?”

 “Anakin,” Obi-Wan grinds out, “is not a slave. He is a Jedi, he is free-”

 The queen’s lip curls. “A slave,” she repeats, “is never free.”

 The Darkness rises up in him, louder this time. It rushes through his head, pounding against his skull. It wants to be let loose- so he lets go. The cuffs start to snap, and he pushes outwards into the room. The queen is slowly pushed back at her throne, and if these rusty old cuffs will break Obi-Wan will be able to crush her skeleton against it-

 Then, something slams into his head, and the world goes black again.

 ~

 He wakes up to the throne room, but this time, it’s a bit different. For starters, he’s kneeling, held in place by two ropes attached to the walls. More guards fill the room, and now the prime minister is standing diligently by Miraj’s side, scowling at Obi-Wan.

 His head throbs from where he was hit, blood trickling down his forehead. He looks down at his hands, seeing that they are now in cuffs that look brand-new.

 “You dare try to attack me?” The queen snarls at him, slowly walking down her throne’s steps.

 Obi-Wan looks at Miraj’s attendant, the pink Twi’lek. She is looking down, knowing what is coming.

 “Learn your place, Jedi scum,” She says menacingly, nodding at something behind Obi-Wan.  He tries to go numb, but these new cuffs work better; he can’t reach the Force at all. It is terrifying, and he can’t breathe, for now he is truly alone in this hell-

 He dimly registers the crack of a whip being ignited. His stomach sinks as he hears the whip coming down, and then he is  burning  .

#star wars #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #clone wars #tcw #the clone wars #zygerria #clone wars fic #original character #star wars fic #writing #star wars writing #dark obi wan #sith obi wan #angst #star wars angst #clone wars angst

[marshmallow-phd]

Midnight Hours

Part of The Untamed - EXO Wolf Universe

Genre: Wolf!AU

Pairing: Sehun x Reader

Summary: For you, being a good witch was easier said than done. Something dark was lurking inside of you and the others knew it. When you’re forced to tag along with Soomi and help a local wolfpack face a coming evil, you’re sent on a path that breaks into a crossroads. While you struggle with your inner demons, could the wolf Sehun be the key to your ultimate fate?

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I 11 I 12 I 13 I 14 I 15 I 16 I 17 I Final

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It’d been a week since you were first forced to come here and… well, it hadn’t actually been that bad, to be perfectly honest. Yes, the house shook whenever a wolf or two decided they needed to run through the rooms or down the hall and quiet meals were nonexistent, but you got used to it after a while. The constant chatter and music in the house became background noise that lulled you to sleep.

The other note – whether a high one or a low one, you were still debating – was the fact that you’d successfully been able to avoid the orange haired wolf named Sehun. Meal times seemed to be the only interaction you got – if it could even be called that. The two of you were in the same room, but sat far away from each other, usually on opposite sides of the table. Sometimes, he wouldn’t sit down at the table at all, instead opting for the rarely used island seats.

Occasionally, eye contact would be made between the two of you before both of you swiftly looked away and pretended the incident never took place. As elated as you were to not have to converse with the insufferable wolf, you had an odd feeling that it wasn’t completely one sided. You couldn’t help but notice how quickly he left the room and how he seemed to disappear for hours at a time, sometimes not coming home until well after dinner. There wasn’t much to do around here and as far as you knew, the wolves preferred to keep to themselves, so you didn’t think he would be hanging out with people from town. Your curiosity too strong to ignore, you decided to ask one of the others where he was going.

“Who knows,” Baekhyun shrugged, never losing focus on the video game in front of him. “He’s always disappearing these days and he never really answers us when we ask.”

“I’m getting worried about him,” Tao said from where he was lounging on the couch. It was one of the rare moments that you didn’t see Lottie with him as well, so you figured she must have had work or something else that kept her away from the farmhouse.

Resting your elbows on the back on the couch, you leaned forward and asked, “Why’s that?”

“He’s the only one who’s not mated.”

You jumped at the additional voice, not needing to turn around to see who’d emerged from their room.

Kris somewhat intimidated you. If his height wasn’t imposing enough, his deep voice – especially when he was scolding another member of the pack – added heavily to the mixture. The only times you’d seen him soften was when he was with his daughter or Evie. Whenever they came around, the hardness visibly melted away.

“Wish he’d hurry up and get mated,” Baekhyun muttered. He starting hitting the buttons on the controller with a little too much force. “Maybe then he’d stop giving everyone else crap.”

Kris smirked. “From what I hear, you deserve it, considering all the crap you gave Minseok and Yixing.”

“It was out of love,” the gamer insisted.

“Sure, it was. Keep it down, okay? I just got Mei down for a nap.”

Baekhyun sent him a mock salute. “You got it, daddy-o.”

Kris shook his head, keeping whatever comment was brewing in his head to himself as he ascended the stairs.

So was that what Sehun’s problem was? You should’ve concluded earlier that he was the only one left given that everyone else seemed to be paired off, but there were so many bodies here at any given time, they had a tendency to blur together. That didn’t mean that he needed to take it out on you, though.

He did apologize.

Kind of, you argued with yourself. It was a lame apology, but it was there nonetheless.

Blowing out air from between your lips, you pushed off the couch and headed up the stairs. You weren’t entirely sure where your feet were headed, only that you were letting them take you wherever they saw fit. And for some odd reason, they decided it would be a nice day to go outside. The air wasn’t too bad, if a little musty from an oncoming storm developing in the distance. You weren’t sure if it would make it this far, but you were sure the rain would be beautiful among the trees if it did.

Out of the corner of your eye you spot the side door to the garage wide open. Muttered curses and clanking metal escaped from inside. Your two options were to either continue on into the forest outstretched before you or investigate the source of the noise. Without thinking twice, you opted for door number two, quietly sneaking into the garage with as little noise as possible.

One of the fancier cars was sitting up on a pair of black plastic ramps. From underneath, a pair of long legs dressed in tattered skinny jeans with grease stains stuck out on the dirty concrete floor. Whoever was muttering under the engine hadn’t realized that they were no longer alone. You stood there awkwardly for a minute or two before making you presence know. “Do you need any help?”

Bang! “Ow!”

You flinched, knowing full well that that was your fault. “Oops. Sorry.”

The mechanic squirmed their way out from under the car and sat up, finally giving you a view of their face. Oh, great.

Sehun massaged the spot on his forehead that had connected with metal as he squinted up at you. “What are you doing here?”

You could have asked him the same thing. Wasn’t he supposed to be out running around on four paws avoiding the house and its occupants? Biting back the sarcastic answer, you decided to be a bit more civil this time around and shrugged. “I was bored and the door was open.”

Sehun shook his head and went back under the car. “Well, why don’t you go have a vision somewhere and leave me alone?”

“They don’t work like that,” you spat. Looking around, you saw that this place was any car enthusiast’s dream. The vehicles lined up ranged anywhere from vintage classics to shiny luxury brands. Shiny tools and gas canisters that suspiciously looked like NOS were scattered around the outer edges. How were they able to afford all this?

“Then how do they work?” he asked, pulling you from your observation. You blinked. Was he actually going to have a conversation with you? A civilized one, at that?

Interested in seeing where this would go, you leaned up against the tool bench, the sharp edge of the counter digging into your back. You crossed your arms and replied, “I’m not entirely sure. They just kind of come when they want to. A bit annoying, actually.”

The tinkering sounds of a wrench stopped. “So, you really have no control over them?”

“No, I don’t,” you confirmed. “I wish I did. Then I’d just make them stop.”

“So, you don’t like knowing what’s going to happen?” Sehun continued on with whatever he was working.

“It hasn’t exactly been showing me the future, not how most people would expect, anyway.” You were surprised by how easy it was to talk about this, especially with Sehun, a werewolf that you hardly knew. Then again, you’d never really needed to explain how the visions work before. While the power wasn’t exactly common among witches, it wasn’t entirely unheard of either, so most knew the basics of how they worked. “Sometimes, it’s a scene - a short one with zero context – or it’s a feeling. That’s how they started out. Most of the time, I can’t make heads or tails of what I’m seeing.”

“That… really sucks,” Sehun said sympathetically. It took you by surprise. You figured he’d throw another sarcastic fastball at you like that night in the kitchen.

Staring down at the ground, you muttered, “Yeah, it does.”

“So,” Sehun said after a long pause, “besides the blood moon and the blonde woman, have you seen anything else in these visions?”

You don’t know why, but your cheeks suddenly burned at the question. The only thing you had seen was the wolf. However, thinking back on it, the moment felt so intimate, you didn’t want to share. Was it one of these wolves you’d been with? You cleared your throat and answered somewhat honestly, “Yeah, there was a white wolf at one point.”

The clanging of the wrench hitting the floor echoed off the steel walls of the garage. What was that about?

“Do any of you have white fur?” you asked cautiously.

“Yeah,” Sehun replied quietly. “Me and Luhan.”

Luhan. The one with the hunter mate – er, ex-hunter mate. You had a strong feeling that it wasn’t him. Which only left…. “Oh.”

“Was the wolf… doing anything?”

“No,” you said a little too quickly. “No, he was just… there. Just sitting there. Only him. No one- Nothing else.” Way to play it cool.

Pushing himself out from his spot, Sehun sat up and looked at you. “Do you like white wolves?”

“What?” you scoffed. “W-why would I like white wolves? Why would I like wolves in general? Technically, our species are enemies.”

Sehun raised a challenging eyebrow. “And yet, who created who? Kind of hypocritical, wouldn’t you say?”

Honestly, you’d never really thought about it. Not in too much detail, anyway. The animosity was just something you’d accepted. “You… have point.”

“It’s kind of like the monster Frankenstein,” he continued. “A witch made werewolves, but then the witch turned around and was scared of what she’d made.”

You ignored the second part of his statement to keep from starting a fight. The history between wolves and witches was long and tangled, each side having a slightly different story than the other. You’d never really paid attention to that part of class, though. History wasn’t exactly your favorite subject. Literature on the other hand…. “Technically, Frankenstein was the doctor. The monster never had a name.”

Sehun stared at you for the longest with an unreadable expression. He didn’t seem angry or annoyed at your correction. The way his brow crinkled gave you the impression that he was thinking hard about something and you hardly doubted that it was his memory over the original sci-fi thriller.

With a soft grunt, he pushed himself off the floor and stalked towards you, coming closer until there were mere centimeters between you. Heat radiated from him. You could feel it flow through both his black t-shirt and your own blouse, warming you up to the point you thought you would break out in a sweat. His eyes stayed trained on you. The dark brown irises flickered back and forth as if searching for something hidden in your face. Your heart was beating erratically in your chest and you prayed that even with his sensitive hearing that he wouldn’t be able to pick up on it. That quivering feeling in your stomach that you’d gotten back in the kitchen that first night was back, stronger and more forceful than ever. Why was your body reacting to him like this?

Sehun leaned in farther, causing you to lean back as well to keep the safe distance between you. He had you trapped in a cage made of his arms, steadfastly planted on either side of you. There was nowhere to run. You couldn’t go any farther, but you didn’t want to. You could feel his breath against your skin and his face had blurred in your vision from the closeness.

In a soft voice that you had to strain to pick up on, he questioned, “Who’s to say the doctor wasn’t the real monster?”

You couldn’t answer him. All airflow in your throat had stopped. He came in more and your eyes slowly began to close, though only slightly. Only a millimeter more and your lips would brush. How would he taste? Would he be sweet like the forbidden fruit? Could a witch and a wolf-

In a second he was gone, snatching a screwdriver off the counter behind you and walking back cockily to his spot on the floor. Breath refilled your lungs. But there was no way in hell you were even going to acknowledge the stunt he’d just pulled.

Clearing your throat, you half scoffed, half coughed as you said, “You’re really going to use the cliché argument that’s discussed in English classes all over the country?”

Sehun lazily rose one shoulder and dropped it. “Got me an A at the time.”

You snorted. “In what? Your second year of high school?”

Just as he opened his mouth to give you an escalated retort, a soft voice called out for you.

“(y/n)? Are you in here?” Soomi cautiously stepped in through the door as if she wasn’t allowed in this building. Her worried expression evolved into a smile once she caught sight of you. Thank goodness she hadn’t shown up only a minute or two prior. “There you are. I thought we might go ahead and squeeze in a lesson today.” She looked over to see that you weren’t alone. “Oh, hello, Sehun.”

Sehun waved at her with the screw driver. “Hey, Soomi.”

You jutted out your jaw, annoyed. He was always so much nicer to her. Yes, technically, he’d known her longer, but she was a witch, too. If you were going to hold some hostility towards a group a people, shouldn’t it at least be equal?

“Let’s go,” you grumbled and you walked out of there passed Soomi. As soon as your feet hit grass, however, you skidded to a stop.

A new car you hadn’t seen before pulled into the front yard before cutting the endgine. The driver’s side door opened and a girl with tanned skin wavy chocolate hair stepped out.

“Kita!”

Junmyeon burst out through the front door and practically jumped off the porch as he ran to the girl who’d just arrive – so this was his mate.

Soomi was frozen beside you as Junmyeon picked his mate up and twirled her around. Happiness, complete unadulterated joy, was evident all over his face. The girl – Kita – was just as ecstatic as she pulled him in for a quick kiss.

Grabbing Soomi’s arm, you tried to pull her away from the scene as you whispered, “Come on. Let’s go.”

But it was too late. You were spotted by Junmyeon before you could escape. If it was any consolation prize, the tiniest bit of guilt was written on his face at the display of affection that just took place. “Soomi, I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

Plastering on the fakest smile you’d ever seen her wear, Soomi waved a hand frantically. “No, no, don’t be sorry! It’s good see you’re back, Kita. (y/n) and I were just going inside to have a lesson, don’t mind us.”

“Well, that sounds interesting,” Kita said sincerely. You kind of wished she didn’t seem so sweet so you could actually dislike her. Logic was stopping you from that as well. She had no choice in matter either, so why be mad at her.

“Welp, we’ll see you guys later!” With a firmer grip, you tugged Soomi away, practically dragging her up the steps and inside the house. You didn’t let go until the two of you were seated at the kitchen table. For once the eating area was completely empty and you were grateful. Studying her face for any hint of a lie, you asked, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she insisted.

You didn’t believe her. “I still think we should have stayed somewhere else. It’s never too late, you know.”

Okay, so you were also trying to convince her not only for the sake of her own heart, but for yourself as well.

After that encounter in the garage, you were worried about things… escalating. You were finding that you had very little self-control when it came to Sehun. If anyone else had dared come that close to you, they would have been walking away with a black eye. Yet, you were so close to touching his lips. You were afraid that next time neither of you would pull away. And you refused to be the wolf’s fun chew toy.

Soomi shook her head as she opened to botany book she’d been carrying. “Why do you want to leave so badly?”

“Why don’t you?” you whispered harshly. “You don’t have to put yourself through this.”

In a rare show of frustration, Soomi slammed her hand down on the table. “I’m not putting myself through anything, (y/n). I am not hung up on something that never even happened in the first place. Now, please, drop it and let’s get into your lesson.”

You’d never seen her upset like that. Soomi was always able to keep her calm no matter what. You had really touched a nerve by pushing and you were regretting it immensely. “Okay. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” she somewhat smiled at you. “I know it’s because you care and I’m thankful for that.” Dropping the subject completely, she turned to the chapter she’d opened the book to and started explaining what wonderfully boring plant she’d be talking about today. Usually you spaced out or thought about other things while she talked, but today you stayed concentrated, actively engaging in conversation to make her happy.

Over the course of the next hour, the kitchen slowly began to fill with people. A few of the wolves, Kyungsoo and Chanyeol mostly, began working on dinner while a couple of curious mates sat at the table with you, listening intently to Soomi’s lesson. She answered every question they threw at her and it was obvious by her face that she enjoyed having attentive ears around her. When Junmyeon and Kita came in from the back door, you noticed Soomi barely looked in their direction. Sehun entered at some point as well, sniffing the air as if that was what brought him in here in the first place.

Just as the lesson finished up and the book was closed, one of the quieter mates – Dana – came running into the kitchen from the living room.

“We have a problem,” she announced through heavy breaths. Kyungsoo was by her side in a second.

“What is it?” He searched all over to make sure that she wasn’t injured in any way.

“I’m fine,” she said, gently pushing his hands away. “But I just got off the phone. Mina’s coming.”

“Mina’s coming?” Kyungsoo frowned. “What do you mean she’s coming?”

“Here. I mean she’s coming here. To town.” Dana ran a hand through her hair, worried. “She’s coming to visit me.”

The wolves and mates in the room exchanged troubled glances. Everyone else seemed to understand why this was such a big deal, but you were at an utter loss. So, you asked the first question that came to your mind, hoping to get a few answers.

“Who the hell is Mina?”

#exo #exo wolf au #exo wolf!au #sehun x reader #oh sehun #exo werewolf!au #exo werewolf au #exo supernatural au #exo series #Midnight Hours #untamed wolf universe

[chidoroki]

Would any of TPN kids kill another human?

I first had this idea back with ch160 but didn't give it that much thought. That has changed ever since the kids raided Grace Field House. More demons, more plot twists, more guns. As my worries constantly grew, so did the amount of human enemies; Peter Ratri, his men, Isabella, the mothers and sisters. While a human enemy isn't anything new (Isabella & Krone at Grace Field and Andrew & his men back at B06-32), they are far less common than all the demons we've encountered up til this point. The children have no trouble hurting or killing demons when they've come across them. Humans, however, are very different. In most cases, the kids have survived by escaping, so harming another human has rarely crossed their minds. With everyone now stranded on the Grace Field plantation, their usual tactic won't be possible. Sure, the reforged promised will (probably) allow the kids to finally escape, but being trapped on a dangerous plantation with a group of highly intelligent and armed humans in the meantime does make you a bit anxious.

Of course, my worries have lessened with recent chapters. Isabella & her ladies are now helping the children, which is huge. Peter's followers are still around (i assume?) but don’t pose much a threat. The major concern that remains is Peter himself, especially with his most recent scheme to kill our best girl. We know he has no issue with pulling off such an act, but what about Emma?

I've seen people get really excited about these panels, hoping that Emma would shoot the bastard. While I fully support the idea of this boy getting the pain he so rightfully deserves, I don't think he'll get it at this moment. As I've said, humans are different. The kids shooting a demon? No problem. Killing one? Absolutely. Shooting another human? Rare. Actually killing a human? Unheard of. The series has given us glimpses of murder in the past (the shelter raid and Andrew) so expecting it again wouldn’t be too farfetched. I'm not saying there will definitely be a moment where in happens in the near future, but if there would be, who do I believe would be capable of committing such an act? Allow me to ramble..

Emma: No. This is the girl who has trouble killing demons. Yes, she's fully capable of doing so in order to defend herself and her family, but she doesn't normally wish death upon anyone, or anything (events at Goldy Pond being exceptions). She can be reckless but killing an actual person just wouldn't fit her character. If it had to be done, she would most likely regret it immediately. Fear of making wrong decisions tend to weigh heavily in her mind. In this scenario with Peter, I have no doubt she'll try to talk him and change his heart. We've seen her talk-no-jutsu Yuugo and Norman, even attempted to do so with other villains such as Lewis and Andrew. If she were to fire her weapon here, it would probably be in self-defense and would only cause injury, but not kill. (unless, something happens that makes her completely snap)

Don, Gilda & the Grace Field kids: No. Most of them are far too young. Don may have the physical strength but I believe he avoids killing if it's possible, fancying the run away tactic more (ch138). I don’t recall Gilda ever killing a demon herself.. or shooting an arrow or gun. Correct me if I’m wrong.

Norman: No...? Like Gilda, I have yet to see this boy use the gun he's been given. That's not to say he isn't capable though. He miraculously escaped Lambda somehow, right? He also had absolutely no doubts when ordering a civil war, killing the royals and the extinction of the demons. He isn't against the idea of killing or having the blood on his hands (figuratively and literally), however the deed has never been done by his own hands. He had his Lambda crew and a ton of poison for that. If the series wishes to throw me through a loop and surprise me, then go for it.

The Lambda crew: Yes but no. These kids have so much pride in their power that killing demons is seen as a simple task. Hell, some of them even enjoy it. Their animosity towards such creatures is well known, and I believe they might hold such feelings towards the humans who experimented on them as well. If the opportunity arises, they could pull it off. The issue is that they all follow Norman's command. It's rare they don't follow his orders. Not only that, but.. aren’t they all like seriously injured right now? Cislo, Barbara and Zazie from their fight against the Queen and Vincent was recently shot at too. Hayato seems like too pure of a boy to do such a thing, same thing with Jin.. wherever he is.

Oliver & the Goldy Pond kids: Yes and no. Remember how I said it was rare for one of the kids to shoot another human? Well that occasion belongs to Oliver, back when he shot Andrew's shoulder and hand with wonderful accuracy. Taking it a step further to actually kill someone? I think he would be the only one out of the Goldy Pond group to commit to that, especially after holding a gun to Peter's head during that whole “you’re not our father” nonsense. I can imagine any of the others following Oliver's lead and cause harm to another human, but that's as far as it goes. Well, at least the half of them that aren’t being kept safe in the storage room at the moment. I have my doubts, but if any of them did shoot to kill, I would only be mildly surprised.

Ayshe: Yes. Humans killed her demon father figure. It's natural that she wants to kill them in return and get some sort of revenge. She claimed she could never forgive them. Granted, those humans were Norman and his crew and they're now all working together during the Grace Field raid, but she could still hold a grudge. Honestly, I'll be all for it. Having her kill a human (preferably Peter) in order to feel that satisfaction and to allow herself to let go of that hatred would be nice. Maybe she has already, idk, she doesn't say much. I just love her and want to see her get more attention.

Ray: Yes. Ray is the reason why I kept thinking so much about this idea. Back when ch160 released, we saw just how angry he is at the Ratri clan for being the sole reason why all of this suffering even started. Suffering that lead everyone around him to live such harsh lives and take the lives of people he cared about. I couldn't help but notice the fury in his eyes. Such an intense look that we've seen several times before.

That look usually surfaces whenever someone's life is at risk. He showed that same animosity after Lewis stabbed Emma, and we know for a fact that Ray had full intentions to kill in that moment. Granted, Lewis is a demon and killing one is reasonable, but that shows us how merciless he can be towards an enemy (something not all the Grace Field kids are capable of) and just how important those people are to him.

When emotions are running high, we see just how strong his desire is to protect his family, no matter what it takes. He never really dismisses the idea during a life and death situation, whether the threat is a demon or another human.

It shouldn't be too surprising. Like Ayshe, Ray has shown us his hatred towards certain humans for a long time and the idea of killing them has never been a foreign concept to him. It may be subtle, but it's there. We can go back as far as the first arc if we wish to see it.

He knows how unethical the act is and how serious one must be to commit to it. He understands that such a concept would be way too hard for most of the children to carry out, Emma included. In order to achieve safety and happiness for his family, he'll protect them not only from a physical threat but from doing something they might regret and hurting themselves mentally & emotionally.

He was once so close too. I don't mean a simple injury either, I mean a full on headshot. Dead. One-hit KO. He finally had the resolve to throw all moral aside in order to save an innocent life, because he would rather deal with such a trivial burden that would only affect his sanity than have any more casualties in his family that would ultimately weigh everyone down. Ah, if only it weren’t for that wild demon..

Some might think that one of the kids killing another human may be stepping over the line, but if any of them had the chance in a dire situation, my bet would be on Ray. He shares that hatred towards certain humans like Ayshe. He's shown his hostile side like the Lambda crew, as well as Emma on occasion. Speaking of our girl, the two of them are both highly protective of their family. While he may not be as reckless as she is, he still had his moments. From his suicide attempt, to using himself at bait in the demon forest. He snuck into a demon hunting ground in order to save our best girl and eventually fight alongside her and others against one of the best villains I've seen. He chose to escort a large group of children to safety, knowing he would be on edge for three weeks constantly worrying about Emma's condition, instead of making the quick trip back with Yuugo because he knew how important it was to her that those kids, new members of their family, remained safe and feel what true freedom is. He also journeyed to the Seven Walls knowing full well there would be a low chance of returning or even making a new promise. He took all of those chances so others could survive and have a better future. (am i giving him too much credit? idc i love him) He's willing to do so much for his family and I'm so proud of him. So if Ray were to pull the trigger now, when his family is face to face with the savage man who caused his loved ones to suffer their entire lives, I wouldn't be surprised in the slightest.

Now originally, my thoughts stopped there, but with the return of a certain someone.. I shall add one more possibility.

Isabella: Yes. Please. Having her own the shot that claims Peter's life would grant me much happiness. It would be the best payback for not only having her suffer, but her wonderful children as well. I feel like it would be an act of kindness (i guess thats what i'll call it?) similar to Yuugo and Lucas agreeing that they alone should shoulder that heavy burden of dealing with Andrew's men in the shelter while the kids escaped.

Of course I could've just been rambling for no reason at all because who know if anyone is even going to actually kill someone? If the moment ever comes, I can imagine Emma trying to talk them out of pulling the trigger, too. So, there we go. These thoughts have been whirling around my mind for weeks but now I'm free.

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #tpn emma #tpn norman #tpn oliver #tpn ayshe #tpn ray #tpn isabella #emma #norman #oliver #ayshe #ray #mother isabella #chidoroki used chatter

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Prompt #13

A villain kidnaps the hero’s sidekick only to find out they have been badly mistreated; the villain decides to take them under their wing.

‘What an extraordinarily shitty end to a shitty day’ Shouto thought to himself as he sat, arms aching and wrists sore from the pressure of the cuffs.

‘It wasn’t really the cuffs though’, he mused, remembering the harsh ‘training’ he had undergone that morning. His nerves twinged at the reminder of the strain they had been under.

Another minute crept by and Shouto sighed again, shifting slightly to lean more comfortably against the wall, rough surface cutting into the barely healed bruises on his back. He winced slightly before leaning into the pain, relishing in the stimulation to his otherwise numb body.

Outside the door, he could make out muffled laughs and shouting, celebrations no doubt, after all, they had just ‘acquired’ a useful asset.

Shouto couldn’t help the snort, as if he could be anything more than a burden to these people, no matter how rough his treatment, he would not be betraying – The door slid open with quiet hiss and if it weren’t for the overwhelming silence that followed it, Shouto was sure he would have missed it.

Silhouetted in the light of the doorway was a ma – boy. His hair barely contained by the beanie stuffed on top, and short stature enhanced by the two taller figures flanking his sides, just outside the threshold. He stumbled as one of the figures shoved him in, teetering precariously on his toes before somehow regaining his balance and glaring at the blond assailant.

No words were exchanged, just a flash of too sharp teeth from the red head before the door slid shut again, leaving Shouto with a kid as his only company.

Seconds ticked by before the celebrations picked back up outside the door and Shouto allowed himself to breath again, drawing the attention of the boy unto himself. He couldn’t help the annoyance that growled beneath his skin at the recognition in the viridian eyes as they appraised him.

“Holy shit! You’re Shoto! You’re Endeavor’s sidekick, right? Oh my God that must – “

‘Here it comes,’ Shouto thought, preparing himself for the spout of hero worship he was about to hear.

“- suck balls dude he’s a dick, no offense”

Shouto couldn’t have stopped the shocked snort even if he had wanted to. He turned wide eyes onto the boy, noting the sympathy and disgust that danced across freckled cheeks, amusement hinted at in glowing eyes, clearly finding Shouto’s disbelief humorous.

“Wha-what? What did you say?”

The boy quickly brought his hands up as if to appease Shouto, waving them as he stammered out a response.

“Nothing bad on you, honest. It’s just, he’s not really a hero, is he? I mean, causing death and destruction in the name of justice seems more like a twisted version of his own morals, y’know? And not to mention the amount of damage he causes during his fights. I mean, I know that in this society, there is gonna be collateral damage, but honestly, who’s taxes does he think are paying to have them fixed? Also, I heard that he is real dicksnort when it comes to his kids, Kaacchan was telling me about how he basically uses them...” His rant quickly devolved into passionate mumbling as his distaste for the ‘hero’ made itself known.

A small thump from Shouto leaning his head back to take it all brought him back from wherever the boy’s mind had taken him.

“But that’s not to say anything bad about you Mr Shoto sir! I think you’re a real hero! I’ve seen you limiting how much damage he does using your ice! And the way you swoop in and help protect civilians that have the misfortune of being in the ‘splash zone’ is super cool!”

Shouto could not believe his ears. This boy, he got it. After years and years of waiting for someone to notice how unsuitable Endeavor was, it’s a boy trapped in the same predicament that he was, who finally saw the truth.

“Who are you?” he managed to mutter, throat aching, bringing his attention to the fact that it had been a few hours since he last drank anything, and due to the extremes in temperature he held, his body compensated it through a need for regular hydration, less he begin to suffer from heatstroke or hypothermia.

“My name is Izuku Midoriya. It’s nice to meet you Mr Shoto!” The boy grinned, his smile lighting up the room, and Shouto briefly wondered if it had anything to do with the boy’s quirk.

“Just Shouto, Midoriya, you don’t need to add Mister. You don’t look that much younger than me anyway”

“Oh! I’m not younger than you, we’re the same age. I know I don’t look it, I’m too short to be 18 huh?” Izuku responded, not looking offended in the slightest, as though it was a common occurrence for him to be mistaken for someone much younger. Shouto could see why.

The boy was short. Not ‘could be mistaken for a garden gnome’ short, but he clearly didn’t hold a candle to Shouto’s 6ft, even sat down, the height difference was obvious. He had fluffy hair that shone a deep green when the light from the overhead lamp caught it and his freckled cheeks only added to the young face.

Despite the small frame, Midoriya didn’t look frail or thin, he in fact looked quite built, muscled but not overly so, reminding Shouto of a swimmer or runner, his lithe body giving away the hidden strength under the somewhat too big black t-shirt that read ‘formal attire’ in big bold letters.

His eyes were glowing with intelligence beyond his appearance though and his smile seemed just a little too sharp to fit the childish look. ‘Not young then, he doesn’t look young, just…unburdened’

As though Izuku could hear his thoughts, his grin grew in size, almost blinding his cell mate.

“Would you like me to take your cuffs off Shouto?” he asked, fingers twitching in his lap, as though he couldn’t wait to reach up and fiddle with the metal strips. Shouto couldn’t help the lick of hope in his stomach despite knowing Midoriya would not be able to remove them, quirk suppressing cuffs were also invulnerable to quirks from the outside as well.

He nodded, even so, only just hiding the small smile that pleaded to be free when he saw excitement bubble in wide, green eyes. He prepared himself for the disappointment that would inevitably follow the realisation that Midoriya could no-

The cuffs loosened and fell to the ground with an audible clunk. Unprepared for the sudden release in pressure and the reappearance of his quirk flowing through his veins, Shouto slumped to the floor with an oomf.

He looked up at the boy who was now leaning over him, mischief present in his eyes, making him look remarkably like an imp. He smirked, and Shouto noticed a red hair grip slotted between his teeth before Midoriya slipped it back into the mess of his hair, burying under the beanie, that by some miracle, hadn’t slipped off.

“How?” Midoriya brought a long finger up to his nose, and still grinning, tapped it twice.

“So Shouto,” Midoriya grunted out as he made himself comfortable, sat crisscross from the Todoroki, “Why are you here?”

Shouto pulled himself up to lean against the wall again, rubbing his sore wrists, not noticing as Izuku’s eyes flickered down to them, noting the strain bruises littering the inside of his arm with a note of disapproval.

Shouto didn’t know how long he sat and talked with Izuku Midoriya, but it didn’t seem to matter. The boy was interested and knew how to carry on the conversation effortlessly, his charm and wit making it easy for Shouto to talk. He nodded where needed and inserted his input and opinions whenever Shouto said something that made him think.

Thinking back, Shouto tried to remember the last time he had talked for so long with someone, so easily. He came up blank.

By the end of his story, Midoriya’s less than sunny opinion on the flaming landfill had dropped dramatically and his eyes visibly darkened whenever he was brought up. Shouto again, dismissed it as part of the boy’s quirk, a point that had yet to come up in conversation, despite him adding his thoughts and advice on Shouto’s own.

“Midoriya – “

“Just Izuku, if you will Shouto,”

“Izuku, what is your quirk? I noticed that you haven’t mentioned it and it would be useful for me to know if we plan on getting out of here together,”

Shouto couldn’t understand the shocked look on the boy’s face, “Together?” he asked quietly, as though the notion of them both escaping hadn’t even crossed his mind.

“Of course, together”, Shouto frowned as the boy’s face split into another grin before he proudly proclaimed to the quiet room’ “I’m quirkless!”.

Shouto’s face fell as he realised what this meant. Izuku’s face immediately became more closed off as he noticed the change in expression, “Is that an issue?” he asked, voice cold.

The young Todoroki couldn’t help the shiver as he rushed to fix the misunderstanding, “Not at all Izuku! I was just disappointed in myself for not being able to protect you from this, as a hero it’s my job to help others and I feel that, as you have ended up here despite it being my job to protect you, that I have failed. I’m no better than my father.”

A small, gentle smile fixed itself onto the boy who now sat next to Shouto. “I think you’re a much better hero than your father Shouto Todoroki, but the question is, do you really want to be a hero?”

Shouto looked up at the boy, confusion swimming in mismatched eyes. Question, clear on his lips as Izuku’s smile widened into a grin.

“It is my opinion that modern day heroes are a sham, they are merely poor imitations of the comic book superheroes that children idolise in their youth. Too many focus on public opinion rather than public safety, so many rush to attend fan signings rather than help those that they pass on the street every day. Heroes are a publicity stunt that is slowly choking the younger generation of quirk users, those with ‘villainous quirks’ disowned and isolated while those with flashy, powerful quirks are encouraged to step on those ‘lesser’ than them to achieve their heroic status”

“But- “

“How do you think those people treat the quirkless Todoroki?”

Shouto flinched at the use of his last name, recalling all the times his father had cursed the quirkless, often referring to them as cannon fodder, liabilities and wastes of space.

“Exactly. I know what your father thinks of people like me, but I also know that you don’t follow his thought process Shouto. I know that you’re different and I want your help to show others that we are not useless and that we are not to be used as steppingstones. I want someone like you who knows first-hand that just because society deems you a hero, does not make you a good human being. So many people have forgotten that these things can be mutually exclusive.”

Shouto’s head was reeling with all this new information. Gone was the small boy that Shouto had spoken with before, here stood a confident young man, eyes aflame with conviction, and a knowing smile, as though he knew that Shouto would agree with him.

He couldn’t help the traitorous sliver of excitement at the thought of Endeavor finally being exposed as the fraud and monster that he truly was, and Shouto shakily nodded and took Midoriya’s extended hand, knowing full well he had just signed his soul over to the devil.

Well, it that devil was Izuku Midoriya, then Shouto didn’t think it would be so bad.

“Now, I think it’s about time we left this icky room Shoucchan”

Shouto blinked, surprised at the sudden appearance of the nickname. He could only watch with growing trepidation as Izuku walked over to the door and gave six sharp knocks to the thick metal. Immediately, all noise from the outside disappeared and Shouto took a step back when the door opened, revealing the same two figures who had thrown Izuku in, grinning at the boy, a certain foreign fondness in their eyes that try as he might, Shouto could not recognise.

They quickly parted to allow Izuku through and Shouto followed with his eyes as the boy stepped into the well-lit room outside, filled with other teens and young adults that all grinned at Izuku before turning to face Shouto who stood, uncertain, in the cell.

Izuku turned to face him, a happy smile splitting his face.

“Kaacchan, Eicchan, show Shoucchan out, we’ll be in contact soon, so keep and eye on your phone!”

He then disappeared into the sea of people that suddenly swamped him and Shouto could barely process what had happened before he found himself outside in a familiar alleyway.

Night had long since fallen but Shouto was unable to fall asleep, his brain trying desperately to make sense of what had happened that day. When he had arrived home, he had given his father some bullshit excuse about having to help out the police with a small case, unable to understand why he hadn’t told him what had really happened.

His phone buzzed on the bedside table and looking at the message, Shouto was reminded why. He lay back down onto the bed, smiling at the ceiling and drifted off, dreaming of the endeavor-less world that he was sure Izuku would usher in.

“Goodnight Shoucchan. I hope you sleep well. You’re first step towards a brighter future begins tomorrow – Izuku”

Signing his soul off to the devil indeed.

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𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑰𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 / Alex & Sid

Date: July 5, 2015 Location: Vancouver Rooftop Bar; The World Cup Celebration

Summary: The first time they ever met. 

Date Started: January 31, 2021 Date Completed: still in progress

Sidney He was still somewhere in the middle of getting the confetti that had somehow wedged itself into his right earlobe loose, when Gino had snuck in around him; two girls tucked underneath both his arms, and said something about a party? And, since Sid was still half-deafened by half-an-inch of coloured paper he was forced to lean back in and get the Russian to repeat himself. “Did you say a party?” It was confirmed with a nod and a grin that could’ve taken out the two women still standing beside his friend… “Okay… sure.” The brunette had been hesitant to say yes... First, this was Gino... the Russian had a history of getting the boys to go to parties with him only to find out that once they got there it was just a couple of girls, a couch, and a whole lot of trouble just waiting to happen. Second, his recent break-up with Kathy still felt… raw. Which he knew was why Gino and Kris had him in Vancouver right now watching the Women’s World Cup… distraction was key, right? Not something that either one of them had ever said directly to his face or anything, but the tickets that had presented themselves at exactly that time and to a sport he’d never really had an affinity for, definitely had. And yet… somehow… Gino had kept him from backing out… which was saying a lot of the Russian’s powers of persuasion and probably also a lot about why the Cold War had taken so damn long to come to an end. There was a long line out the restaurant door, but Gino said he had the gold ticket… which had Kris asking if he meant the golden ticket? Gino nodded—making Sidney laugh despite the fact he hated doing the line cut thing, but it wasn’t like they were taking up seats in the restaurant anyway. No, apparently there was some private thing happening on the roof top with their invitees tonight. The deal was, somehow Gino had scored himself an invite to the USA Women’s Soccer Team’s celebratory party via Twitter. Which of course had Sidney from the moment he’d found out till the moment he’d walked up the stairs and sighted a couple of the girls’ he’d seen on the big jumbo screen earlier, doubting. /Sorry Gino/. Suddenly, it was like most eyes in the room were on them as Sidney offered up a big of wave and Gino held out his arms and said USA, USA, USAAAAAA… and okay, it was bad. It was really bad, but at least the atmosphere had cracked, and the bouncers weren’t making any sort of headway towards them… still… Sidney couldn’t help but feel out of place as he walked over to the bar and asked for a drink… bumping shoulders with a girl as he did… “uh, sorry…” he stopped. He recognised her. You didn’t have to be a big soccer fan to recognise the face of Alex Morgan… “maybe I should be buying you a drink…” okay that had come out bad… he internally and externally cringed… “I mean for your big win today…”

Alex The aftermath of winning the World Cup was a bit of an emotional rollercoaster, not only for Alex but all her teammates it seemed and almost none of them were on the same ride all ebbing and flowing at different times. There was the high of winning sure but coming to terms with the fact that it was over and finally being able to breathe a sigh of relief after how emotionally and physically taxing the journey had been made for a very strange experience the forward couldn't have possibly prepared herself for. She didn't know what she wanted to do more, party or sleep — for days! "Oh no, baby horse, you're coming!" Her teammate, mentor, and current roommate insisted when Alex even so much as hinted at the idea. She knew she would ultimately end up going but damn was that bed calling her name. "Yeah, yeah," was all she replied with while giving the blonde a smirk Abby could only see through the younger girl's reflection in the mirror as she brushed out her damp hair after showering a little bit earlier to get all the beer and champagne from the celebration in the locker room out of her hair. One of Alex's favorite part about being on the USWNT was how completely badass all the women were and how they could go from being a sweaty mess on the pitch to looking like a million dollars at the drop of a hat. Everyone looked stunning, dressed to the nines as they rolled up to the five star Vancouver rooftop bar that promised to be the perfect backdrop to a crazy evening. She was only on her second French martini when she heard some ruckus going on by the entrance, a man's voice cheering them on but she barely paid it half a mind as she was too busy being amused by Kelley challenging one of the bartenders to a game of beer pong. Only she could somehow finesse her way into getting him to push two tables together and craft the perfect makeshift set up. The defender would go on and on about how she could take out all the guys at the frat parties she went to back in college and now was her time to shine to prove (mostly to herself) that she still had it. Alex only stayed because she somehow got roped into being Kelley's partner while Chaney paired with the bartender. She wanted a chill night, no competitions, but when faced with one there was no way she was going to back down, she WAS Alex Morgan after all. To no surprise they won the first round and in a desperate attempt to get out of playing the second she grabbed their teammate Sidney who just happened to be walking by. "You play, I need to pee," was her lame excuse but at least it worked. It was that time of night where everyone was still on their way to getting drunk so no one was too crazy yet but Alex knew the line would be crossed very soon and she was making bets in her mind on who would be the first to get there as she waited for the bartender from the bar at the other end of the place to make her drink. "Oh —" was her original reaction to being bumped, bringing her mind back from wherever it had managed to go off to. An eyebrow cocked at his words as she tried but failed to let the smirk take over her features. "How very generous of you to offer to pay for me at an open bar," the striker chuckled playfully. It took her a moment in the dim lighting but she finally recognized him and while it was a nice surprise she had no idea how he managed to get himself here, to this party of all places but she figured he was Canadian and must be a fan or something. Who was going to say no to letting Sidney Crosby in the door? He was probably even more of a big deal here then in the states so it made sense, at least in her mind. "Thank you, though... for the sentiment anyway." Her hand was soon occupied by her martini glass and she wasted no time in taking a sip. "So tell me, what's the great Sidney Crosby's poison of choice?"

Sidney For those who knew him, Sidney Crosby was a bit of an anomaly. Unlike most who’d come up through the usual college/junior league pipeline at such a young age to only later be spat out by either the league or themselves for ‘poor’ behaviour choices, the twenty-eight-year-old had remained tied to his past and the straight and narrow upbringing that had come along with it. A lot of journalists had it pinned down to growing up in Nova Scotia, where the population never quite teetered pass 30,000. Or even his father—who’d had his own history with the league. What they all eventually worked out though was Sidney just wasn’t what they’d expected him to be. Young, talented … sure… but the guy that was also going to give them all some sort of titillating headline… no. What Sidney was… was hockey. There wasn’t a moment on or off the ice he wasn’t thinking or breathing hockey. So, when he’d been forced into a bit of a set-up by a couple of friends and met Kathy… things had unexpectedly taken a turn for the young brunette. It was just… one minute there was a hockey and then there was… hockey and her and it had been a lot. His sister Taylor had told him ‘that’s love,’ which was pretty weird because he was almost certain it wasn’t love… at least not yet, but she’d always been a little weird. A comment that had earned him a hit by one of his mother’s handstitched patch work pillows… thanks Taylor. It had taken Sidney a whole year to work out that she was probably right. The words escaping him one night across the dinner table while the two had been picking olives out of a garden salad the two had just ordered with a family size pizza. His stomach had done something that someone less logical might’ve compared to a somersault when Kathy eyes had widened, and her hand had found his neck and pulled him towards her… and for a moment there Sidney had honestly thought that would be it. That would be everything he’d ever need in life, Kathy and hockey… but as the years started to go by and his friends, teammates and family started to expand their families, Sidney realised he wanted more. Kids had never really been a topic of discussion for the two… they’d been young and busy and maybe it was wrong to assume that Kathy would just want them whenever he did. First, she’d pointed out that they weren’t even married yet... which Sidney hadn’t quite got, because wasn’t that all implied with the question? That marriage was part of the package too. Which had really upset her, because after nearly nine years this was how he was going to propose. It was all down here from there and before Sidney even realised what had happened it was just hockey and no Kathy again. There had been a few attempts to make amends and even a couple of goes at trying again... but in the end it was over. All nine years of it. Which is a lot in numbers. One hundred and eight months, four hundred and sixty-nine weeks, three thousand and eighty-five days… it’s a lot and despite Geno and Kris’ best efforts to cheer him up, Sidney was still not-quite feeling it… At least until he found himself next to FIFA World Cup champion Alex Morgan and suddenly there was something to smile about, because right of course the bar was an open one tonight… despite it… Sidney leaned forward, getting the barkeeper’s attention and ordering whatever Alex appeared to be drinking tonight… his hand reaching into his pocket to pull out a twenty and slipping it into the ‘tip jar.’ A smile on his face as he let it fall out of his fingers… “drink bought…” Her question had him debating a little. He’d originally slid up ready to order ‘just’ a beer, but now that he was here and consciously aware that this was a celebration, he settled with a whiskey straight, “what did you have me pegged as? An Apple Martini kind of guy?” He knew a lot of shit got talked about him. He was emotional… passionate... which had its critics. Some of it got to him… most of it didn’t. “What’s got you so hooked on those…” Whatever she was drinking gave off a fruity aroma. Definitely not something he’d usually drink, but the night was a warm one and something about the whole thing was mildly tempting… though thinking about it, if Gino saw him drinking up some pink cocktail… he’d never live it down. He could hear the Russian’s loud laughs echoing across the patio, but where the giant’s exact location was amongst everyone else was still a mystery… besides Sidney wasn’t exactly thinking of leaving his spot at the bar anytime soon. Though, maybe he’d trapped Alex here with his lame gesture to ‘buy’ her drink and all these questions about fruit cocktails when where all she really wanted to be was out there with her teammates on the makeshift dance floor. “Hey, sorry… if you need to go…”

Alex The brunette tilted her head in gratitude with a smile once the second drink was on the bar in front of her and the twenty had fallen into the tip jar. She didn't really know how to take it but she figured just accepting it and not making a big deal was the best way to go. Alex sat there, taking another sip of her martini, silently berating the butterflies in her stomach that she hadn't felt if not since college then honestly, never. She was married, newly, freshly married, the instantaneous spark and magnetism to the man next to her was completely inappropriate and yet there she was taking a step closer to him, closing what seemed to be too big of a gap for two people engaged in conversation. She had never been one to stray from any relationship but especially not the one she was eight years deep and now fully committed to. The striker had gone through what felt like everything with Servando by her side; He saw her career grow from the very beginning of when she started to become a big deal in college. He spent countless nights helping her study before a big test or running drills before a big game. It was easy to do life with him, she enjoyed it, but even at their most passionate she never felt that SPARK everyone talked about and chalked it up to being nothing but superficial and fictional anyway. Love was about friendship, the kind of bond you didn't want to let go of, (right?) and Servando fulfilled those requirements to a T. Alex had her passion and it was soccer, in her mind that's really all she needed, finding that in a man had never been a priority. "Are you making fun of my martini?" she teased after he mocked being an apple martini kind of guy. "No... whiskey. You have yet to surprise me, Crosby." Even she could barely recognize the flirty tone in her voice, which caused yet another sip of her drink. Hopefully he'd just think she was eager to celebrate her win, not that she was someone who drank her alcohol a bit too fast. "Oh, these? My sister got me hooked on them a few years ago, they're great for when you're out and want to pace yourself but still have something delicious. I was tempted to stick to the champagne but I refuse to be the first one wasted and miss out on all the amusement of watching everyone else get there first." The soccer player laughed a little at her own words. Her eyes scanned the crowd for a moment before her green-blue hues were right back on him. "No, don't worry. You're actually saving me from a very grueling game of beer pong. Kel's over there trying to relive her glory days. I think your friend might've taken over the poor bartender's spot." This team was nothing if not a good time, she was sure he would discover that in no time. "Not your thing either? Or am I the one keeping you? Either way..." Alex sat her glass back down on the bar and carefully slid it over in his direction, "you're not getting away without trying it." Her head motioned to the drink waiting to see if he would take the bait.

Sidney He laughed at her accusation. His hand lifting up in apology as he took a sip from his glass, only lowering it once she’d pointed out just how unoriginal he was for his own drink of choice tonight. It was weird but he was slightly mad at himself now, for not going against the grain earlier and ordering one of whatever she was having. Somehow ‘surprising’ Alex Morgan seemed appealing right now. Which was weird because he’d only been standing there beside her for less than ten minutes and it seemed strange to care so much about something like that… He supposed it had been years since he’d slid up next to a pretty girl at a bar and allowed himself to look… and it wasn’t even like he was doing that, right? Right. It was just— he was at a party (somewhat uninvited) and he was being friendly. That’s what this was. “Sorry to disappoint…” his smile twitched up as he watched her start talking about the drink her fingers were currently wrapped around. He heard a few buzz words that would’ve allowed him to stitch together a proper reply if she’d expected it once she was finished, but really, he’d just been watching her talk and get excited about something like a drink and he couldn’t help but think it was all kind of cute really. Here was ‘the’ Alex Morgan the girl he’d just watched own it on the soccer pitch and here she also was rambling about some drink she’d come accustom to ordering… yeah, champagne has a way of getting you to do some pretty outrageous things too…” he thought about the first time he’d filled the Stanley cup with it and drunk more than he’d ever had in his life. That had been a night. His head getting cloudy just thinking about it—though maybe that was less about the champagne and more about the fact that Alex had just said that he, Sidney Crosby, was saving the USA superstar from some game of beer pong? He looked across to where she’d mentioned it was going on... seeing not just Gino, but Kris there and two teammates from Alex’s team on either side of them and the table… of course. The twenty-eight-year-old was about as interested in the commotion happening over there as he was in the weather back home in Nova Scotia… turning his attention back to Alex instead and smiling when she passed her drink along the bar towards him. It didn’t have to travel very far, somehow without even realising he’d been doing it, he’d closed a lot of the previous space that had once existed between them… “well since you’ve had a few drinks now… I know you’re not secretly moonlighting as a Philly fan with the goal to poison me tonight, so…” he scooped it up. The glass dwarfing in his hands as he did… “mmm…” he could’ve avoided the lipstick and drank from the other side, but instead he stuck his mouth on top and took his sip. The hit was instant. The fruity taste covering most of his tongue, but the hint of her lipstick was there too… “yeah, so that’s not too bad…” he lowered the glass, sliding it back over towards her, before doing the same with his own glass… “your turn.” The thing about whiskey if you got the expensive stuff the taste had different notes to it. Something Alex might not have realised and something he decided to add to convince her, “I’m sure you’ve tried whiskey, but this one… this one is really good…” The thing was, he was pretty sure he just wanted her to drink from his glass in order to leave that tell-tale sign of lipstick behind that went ahead and reminded him with every next sip he had coming his way that she’d been there… which was insane. He knew that. He wasn’t crazy. He just… didn’t care.

#( Alex & Sid: 001. )

[defeatsmetarex-a]

*  ◜ 🌱  interview with the muse.

WHAT IS YOUR NAME?:  " Cosmo." WHAT’S YOUR REAL NAME?: " …Eh ?  I-It's Cosmo. Have i misspoke last time ? " DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU WERE CALLED THAT?:  " My mother picked it out for me. At least, that’s what Galaxina told me. I'm not sure of the reason for it, I'm sorry." ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN?:  " … "  Blink. Another blink. Yeah, she has no idea what that means. HAVE ANY ABILITIES OR POWERS?:  " Yes, I do. I'm afraid to use them. However, If my friends were in danger, I want to protect them. I just hope my powers will be controlled by then. "  WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOR?:  " Cerulean blue, I-i think. My mother and Sister certainly flattered me with compliments about them. " HOW ABOUT YOUR HAIR COLOR?:  " Green, It's a beautiful color. " HAVE YOU ANY FAMILY MEMBERS?:  " Yes. But they're no longer here … I am the last of my people, unfortunately. " Remains silent until the next question. AND WHAT ABOUT PETS?:  " No. Cream's mother once recommended for me to get a chao. They do seem very cute and friendly. " TELL ME SOMETHING THAT YOU'RE BAD AT: " A lot, unfortunately. " DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES/ACTIVITIES YOU LIKE DOING?:  " I enjoy gardening and looking at the stars !  Those activities are quite relaxing, don't you agree ?  …Sometimes i will hang out with Tails aswell. " EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE?:  "I have. Not intentionally though. I do not like hurting others.. " EVER…. KILLED ANYONE BEFORE?:  Stares blankly, momentarily lost in thought. " Yes, but … within good reason !  T-that doesn't make me a bad person, i hope. "  NAME YOUR WORST HABITS:   " I lack confident in myself. Apologize too often and cause problems. I also have trouble with speaking, I try to get better. " DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE AT ALL?:  " I do! Sonic and all my friends are great role models. I cherish them all dearly. " DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL?:   " I used to, yes. Galaxina and mother would teach me many things. I...much rather teach myself for now on.  I do ask advice from Cream's mother whenever i get the chance. She's very caring and nice. " WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF?:  "...Many things. i'm afraid of many things."   WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR?:  " A green and white dress ! Galaxina said it was designed to help us guide down safely from high places. The way she taught me this was very scary.. however i am grateful she did that. " DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE?: " L-Love's a very strong word...! I-- uhm… "  Hands lay against her cheeks, blushing. Small whimpers and unintelligible gibberish would escape her trembling lips.   HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE?:  " Yes! I'm friends with Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Amy, Cream, and many others. Including someone from another planet, named Chris. I haven't seen him in such a long time. I hope he's okay..wherever he is. " WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE?:  " Oh, it's very sweet ! Amy once made it during our battle against the Metarex, It's quite delicious. " FAVORITE DRINK?:  " Water is very good!  I attempted a drink called 'soda' and it...hurt. A lot. " WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE?:  " Forests, especially if untouched by the creatures of Sonic's world, and most importantly machines. " ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE?: "Ah- U-um...N-next question, please ! " Again, spouting complete gibberish.  WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN?:  " Lakes. The ocean...scares me. I'm not a great swimmer. " CAMPING OR INDOORS?: " Camping sounds lovely. One day, I must try it with my friends. "

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#* ◜ 🌱 ◞ ‣ ❝ 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒. ╱ for some reason ; i can only remember everyone's smiling faces. #this was fun !! sorry for the ppl i tagged

[bts-fantasy]

part eight

Genre: Thriller AU

Characters: Yoongi, Hoseok x Reader

Warnings: mention of domestic violence

Previous — Next

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„Miss, there‘s no one around your house. We‘ve checked everything, you don‘t need to worry anymore.“

The police officer looked down at you with a reassuring smile before he scanned his surroundings one last time and walked out of your house again with his colleagues. You and your mom just stood at the doorstep with a concerned look as you watched the officers climb back into their car and drive off into the night.

„Are you okay? Did you get hurt?“

Your mom‘s voice was shaking as she stared at you with her hands reaching out to touch you hesitantly as if you were made of glass. When you called the police she obviously woke up by all the turbulences. You‘d only told her briefly that someone had broken into your house and the officers didn‘t mention the stalker either.

You smiled at your mom giving her a hug as you felt her body shiver in your embrace. You frowned guiding her to the couch to sit down with her before you took her hands into yours to make her lift her head up to look at you.

„Mom, it‘s not him.“

You watched her eyes fill with tears at the mention of your father and she closed her eyes tightly causing the tears to fall down in her lap. She kept nodding her head telling you that she knew it couldn‘t be him. He couldn‘t hurt you or your mom anymore. Not since you‘d moved to this town to start over again. Calling the police was never an option after he‘d locked your mother in for two days straight without giving her any food and threatening to kill her if you ever said a word to anybody.

One day, you and your mom finally managed to escape the hell hole you were in. You packed your stuff and ran away reporting your dad to the police later on.

Thinking back to that terrible time of your life you felt an ice-cold shiver run down your spine and you tried to hold back your own tears. You hated seeing your mom cry because you knew she‘d been stuck with him for much longer than you had been.

„He won‘t be coming out of jail any time soon.“

Your mom nodded again as she slowly calmed down again while taking deep breaths. At times like this, you could see more than clearly just how fragile she actually was and it broke your heart every single time.

You both stayed in silence for a while and you had your arms tightly wrapped around her shoulder whispering calming words to her until she fell asleep again.

The next day Hoseok was sitting in front of you patiently listening to you as you explained everything that had happened the day before. His frown deepened with every passing second and when you finished talking he let out a deep sigh shaking his head.

„I can‘t believe this is happening to you Y/N.“

When you sent him a text yesterday he‘d insisted on seeing you after school so you were sitting in your favorite café while your friend had a frustrated look on his face.

He placed his hand on top of yours as you took another sip of your steaming coffee. You didn‘t sleep a bit last night too afraid that someone might break into your house again.

„I don‘t know what to do, Hoseok. Why is this happening to me? What did I do?“

Your voice was merely a whisper and Hoseok‘s face softened as he gently drew circles on the back of your hand with his thumbs.

„It‘s going to be alright. You‘ll see.“

As much as you wanted to believe his words, you couldn‘t. There was a feeling that the stalker won‘t stop anytime soon. You couldn‘t even stay in your own home without having to fear for your life.

„I have an idea!“, Hoseok suddenly exclaimed tightening his grip around your hands to pull you closer.

„Why don‘t you come to stay at my place for the weekend? My sister would love to meet you.“

Hoseok looked at you with a bright smile on his lips that you couldn‘t say no to him. So you shrugged thinking that you could need some company right now. But suddenly you thought of your mom being all alone in your house and frowned.

„But what about my mom...“, you started and just then your phone started ringing in your pocket. You picked it up and heard your mom telling you not to wait for her. She would be home tomorrow evening due to a meeting with a client.

Great. You would be home alone until your mother returned so you might as well go over to Hoseok‘s place, you thought.

You entered his little apartment an hour later looking around the bright and colorful interior design with a faint smile on your lips. It perfectly represented his funky personality.

Walking into his living room you saw a girl around your age sitting on the couch watching TV with a blank expression on her face.

Hoseok cleared his throat to get her attention and she immediately turned her head towards you her eyes growing wide as she jumped off the couch to greet you.

„Hi! You must be Y/N! Oh my god, Hoseok had told me so much about you.“

She exclaimed hugging you tightly as you just stood there frozen with an awkward smile on your face. You didn‘t expect this reaction at all.

Hoseok next to you had turned silent staring down at his shoes in an embarrassed manner before he mumbled.

„Y/N, this is my older sister, Ji Woo.“

His sister was just as energetic as her little brother and you all talked for the whole night watching movies and de having a great time.

The next day you woke up to the sound of your notification bell ringing. You grabbed your phone with your eyes still half-closed but sat straight up when you read the message.

A few hours later you were ready to go out with Yoongi to eat lunch waiting for his call. When you heard the doorbell ring you jumped off the couch to open the door but Ji Woo was faster than you. You were close enough to hear Yoongi‘s voice from outside as Ji Woo just stood there frozen.

„Ji Woo? What are you doing here?“

Ji Woo only stammered incomprehensible words as she looked behind her and when she caught you standing there she just silently backed away so you could get to him. Yoongi‘s brows were furrowed in confusion staring at Ji Woo but his face softened immediately when he spotted you. Forgetting about the encounter he quickly stepped forward to give you a quick kiss on your cheek that made your heart flutter.

„Ready to go, miss Y/N?“

Yoongi drove you to a nice local restaurant that served Chinese food which he knew was your favorite. The day seemed so perfect with you two spending time together again but even though you enjoyed his presence you could feel that something was by the way he was listlessly picking at his food avoiding your eyes. You reached out to gently touch his hand and he looked up at you innocently with his big eyes but you knew that his mind was occupied with something.

„What‘s wrong?“, you asked softly to which he only responded with a confused expression. Then a warm smile appeared on his face causing your heart to pick up its pace. You really were a sucker for his smile.

„It‘s nothing. Don‘t worry about it.“ He shrugged it off continuing to eat his meal while you had long finished yours already.

„But I worry about you, Yoongi.“

Yoongi‘s head shot back up his eyes curiously searching yours as if he was trying to understand the meaning behind your words. The look in your eyes said more than a thousand words and he let his shoulders sink in defeat. He put his cutlery down as he kept his gaze fixed on you contemplating whether or not he should tell you.

„I know it‘s probably none of my business but-“

He paused taking a deep shaky breath and you could tell just how nervous he was as he continued.

„Are you and Hosoek dating?“

You burst out laughing at his words but stopped immediately when you saw how serious his face was.

„Hoseok and I are like best friends. There‘s nothing going on between me and him.“

Yoongi finally seemed to relax and he let himself fall back into his chair as he smiled at you in relief.

„That‘s what‘s been bothering you this whole time?“ You asked surprised as he nodded shyly. His answer made you feel warm inside for some reason but also curious.

What exactly was your relationship with Yoongi?

You asked yourself suddenly thinking back to the kiss you‘d both shared on the rooftop two days ago.

As if he‘d read your mind he leaned in to stare directly into your eyes immediately catching your attention.

„It‘s just the thought of you being with someone else that‘s driving me crazy, Y/N.“ He murmured the words lowly creating chills all over your body as you felt your mouth run dry. His eyes were as dark as the night sky and without even blinking he kept staring at you. You wondered if he knew what he was doing to your poor heart and how much power he had over it.

„What?“

You couldn‘t think of anything else at that moment as you felt yourself slowly losing touch of the ground beneath your feet floating away towards the clouds.

„Y/N, I‘m asking you to be my girlfriend.“

***

Later that night you were driving back to Yoongi‘s house with your fingers intertwined as he kept looking over at you as if he wanted to make sure that this was actually happening. That you were, in fact, sitting in the passenger seat next to him as his girlfriend. Because that‘s exactly what you‘d been doing during the whole ride home. You couldn‘t wrap your head around the events of that day as you felt your heart overflow with happiness. It was an indescribable feeling.

A/N: Soo I know I‘m late but I‘m writing this with my eyes half-closed.😴 I‘m sorry it took me so long to update😫

How cute is Yoongi?🥰

I hope you guys are still reading and making your guesses. Feel free to message me whenever/wherever!😄

Masterlist

#bts #bangtan #bangtan boys #jungkook #taehyung #jimin #namjoon #yoongi #seokjin #hoseok #yoongi imagine #yoongi imagines #bts imagine #bts imagines #bts fanfic #bts au #bts angst #bts thriller #bts fanfiction #bangtan imagines #bangtan x you #bts x you #yoongi x you #hoseok x you #jung hoseok imagine #min yoongi #min yoongi imagines #yoongi boyfriend #bts army #bts boyfriend

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Destroying The Planet To Save It Chapter 24:  Call If You Find Moria

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                                  Chapter 23   Read It On AO3

Arias turned the course of the battle when he activated the pulse that shut down all the power. But he turned it in the wrong direction.

Everybody was surprised when the lights went out, but the Avengers and their S.H.I.E.L.D. team were prepared. After all, the possibility of sudden darkness wasn’t that hard to foresee when they were fighting underground. The gunfire had stopped, of course, since no one could see to aim, which gave the team time to put on night vision goggles. After that, it was shooting fish in a barrel for the Avengers, because they could see, and the bad guys couldn’t. Sam ran up on the fight in time to catch two of Arias’s men trying to escape by feeling their way along the wall. He saw that his teammates were subduing the guards and sitting them down against a wall with their fingers laced behind their heads, until S.H.I.E.L.D. agents could escort them two by two to the makeshift conference room / holding cell.

Fuck that. Anita was in trouble. Sam knocked his guys both unconscious and kept on going.

He had to punch and shove his way through the throng of idiots still blindly trying to fight, which he probably shouldn’t have enjoyed as much as he did. Eventually, though, he got to the other side and could finally run flat-out down the corridor toward the machine room. The first thing President Burke asked for was an earpiece so he could hear the chatter on the comms. Joss treated him with the bare minimum of first aid, because that was all he would allow. Even then, he grumbled impatiently the whole time, whenever they weren’t listening to the team communicate. Joss found that first aid was actually a little easier using the night vision goggles, because blood showed up darker in the green glow. When she was done, she helped Burke to stand, then watched as he stretched, rolling his shoulders and his neck stiffly.

“All right,” he said. “Let’s get this done.”

In the complete darkness, Joss took his wrist and lifted his hand to place a pair of goggles into it. “Huh,” he grunted appreciatively. “Thought I was gonna have to let you lead me out.”

He winced when he pulled the straps over the now-dressed wound on his temple, and they were clearly uncomfortable over his swollen eye, but he didn’t make a noise.  

“Hey. These are nice. Way lighter and more compact than the ones we had.”

“Stark tech, Sir.”

Once President Burke finished adjusting his goggles, Joss handed him the sidearm that had been strapped to her thigh and turned toward the door.

“C’mon, Joss.  You can’t be better armed than me.”

She turned back, a slight smirk on her face. “It is literally my job to be better armed than you.”

“I want another gun and at least two knives. And don’t tell me you don’t have them, because I can see four right now. Which, from what I hear, means you have at least eight on you.”

Joss blew out her breath in only partially mock irritation, reaching to the small of her back to hand him the Skorpion she wore there.

“Now we’re talkin’,” Burke smiled, testing the heft of the weapon and nodding in appreciation. “But I know that’s not regulation.”

“Maybe not for the Secret Service, Sir, but I’m on assignment to S.H.I.E.L.D. right now. S.H.I.E.L.D. has a very cool weapons policy on missions.”

“Which is?”

“Pack ‘em if you got ‘em.” Joss unbuckled the holster that had held the Skorpion and handed it to the President, albeit a little reluctantly. She saw him appreciate the Gerber Yari that fit into a slot in back of the gun.

“Oh, yeah,” the President chuckled. There was a little bit of an awkward moment when he handed her back the weapons so that he could strap on the holster. He took the sidearm back and said, “One more knife and I’ll be good to go.”

The one and only reason Joss handed over her Benchmade Autocrat, against the resistance of every molecule in her body, was that President Burke was the Commander In Chief of the Armed Forces. He nodded and tucked the knife, blade retracted for the moment, into his pants pocket.

Joss touched the transmit button on her comms. “I have AK. Bringing him out now.”

As Steve acknowledged her, she turned toward the door, swung her weapon around to the ready position, and flipped the safety.

“Stay close behind me,” she said as they reached the door.    

“Not today,” Burke growled, pushing past her and beginning to stalk up the hallway. It was a swagger she’d never seen him use before, but she recognized it immediately.

“Oh, no.  Sir, please no-“

“I got a score to settle with this prick.”

All Joss could do for the moment was follow him up the corridor, muttering under her breath about damn brainless Navy squids. She did, however, go into full “Oh no you don’t” mode when Burke flattened himself against the wall outside the dooway to the machine room.

He held up a hand and she instantly bit down on her whisper-screamed pleas to let her get him to safety.

“Airman, follow orders,” he barked, which was a feat considering he did it so quietly no one but the woman beside him could have heard it. Clint simply knelt hunched over Natasha to protect her from being harmed, intentionally or accidentally, during the rigged game of Blind Man’s Buff the team was playing with Arias’s men outside the Armory. The other Avengers quickly cleaned up the rest of them. When they were all subdued and disarmed, they led the men in a line, hand in hand, like school kids on a field trip, as they shuffled blindly to the holding cell.

“Bruce, Catherine, you can start making your way down here,” Steve said into the comms once all their captives were secure. “You’ll need a S.H.I.E.L.D. escort, though. The facility’s not entirely secure yet.”

When Bruce acknowledged that, Steve turned to Tony. “Glad to see your suit didn’t get knocked out by that pulse.”

“Shielded,” Tony shrugged. “I think of everything.”

Those Avengers who were present, as well as some other team members, gathered around Steve outside the conference room door.

“Arias?” Steve asked Bucky and Marcus.

“Disappeared into some kinda trap door or something in the machine room. We’ll go after him,” Bucky answered.

Marcus added, “I gotta get Anita out of that thing.”

“I think Falcon’s way ahead of you on that,” Steve told him. “So we will need somebody in the machine room, but I want you two with me. We need to be waiting for Arias when he reaches wherever that trap door goes. I’m betting it’s an escape route. No point in him staying down here, now that he’s knocked out the power.”

Steve looked over at Tony. “Vision’s out, but Friday’s working through the possibilities, and Coulson’s got agents crawling all over the areas where a tunnel might emerge.”

At that moment, Joss’s harsh whisper came through the comms. “Captain, change of plans.”

“What is it, Agent?”

“AK insists on going after Arias personally. He’s about to enter the machine room.”

“Arias isn’t there,” Steve snapped irritably. “He escaped through some kind of trap door. Stick to the plan. Get AK out of here.”

There’s a short silence before the President’s voice says, “We’re going through that trap door after him.”

“Sir, that is not advisable-“

“Burke out.”

Steve swore vehemently.

“Look at it this way. Now you have someone in the machine room. We can concentrate on securing this place and finding Arias’s exit, if there is one,” Bucky offered, shrugging and grinning a little at what he knew Joss must be feeling right now. He could sympathize. He knew exactly what it was like trying to protect a reckless dumbass who insisted on running toward whatever it was you were trying to protect him from.

Clint laid Natasha gently down on a cot. In fact, it was the same cot they’d put the guards into together when he and Natasha had infiltrated this bunker before, although he was too worried about her at the moment to be amused by that. He pulled a light block from his vest and activated it, casting a surprisingly bright glow from where he set it on a nearby metal chest of drawers. Natasha moaned groggily. He sat down next to her and ran his hand over her hair, pushing a few stray strands away from her face. When she opened her green eyes, Clint thought that they had never looked so lovely as they did right then.

“Hi, beautiful.”

Natasha groaned. “Ohhhhhh... This is the part where you yell at me for being an idiot.”

“No, this is the part where you would yell at me for being an idiot. I’m just gonna take care of you.   Don’t want to steal your act.”

“Ugh. Shaming me by being nice. You’re diabolical.”

Clint smiled down at her before kissing her softly. When he lifted his face, he stayed very close, looking into her eyes with genuine concern. His hand went to her hair again, stroking it in a way he knew she found soothing. “I understand the impulse to yell, though. Shit, Tasha, it never gets easier, seeing you take a hit.”

“Scumbag just got a lucky shot. I’ll be OK.”

“He was huge. That had to hurt.”

“Actually, it didn’t,” she laughed weakly. “I was knocked out before I had time to feel it.”

Clint lowered his head to rest his forehead on her chest, heaving a sigh that sounded like it came from somewhere deep in his soul. She put a hand to the back of his head, weaving her fingers into his hair. Burke and Joss carefully entered the machine room and swept it thoroughly, just in case Arias might have returned. They’d just finished when they heard someone sprinting down the corridor outside, and ducked for cover behind the machine, weapons aimed at the door. When they heard whoever it was stop outside the door, preparing to swing in with guns blazing, Joss called out.

“You in the hall! Declare yourself!”

There was a hissed curse from the hallway and the sound of weapons being holstered. “It’s the Falcon,” Sam shouted, his voice strained. “I’m coming in.”

“Yeah, OK, Sam,” Joss said, as she and the President took their aim off the door and stood.

Sam streaked in, looking frantically around at the machine. “Where is she?”

“I think it’s this,” Burke said, indicating Bucky’s pry bar lying on the floor and an area of bent metal that indicated where he’d begun to work to free Anita.

While Sam immediately knelt to pick up the pry bar and begin wrenching violently at the front panel of the drawer-like recess, the President turned to where Vision still lay, still and silent.

“The trap door must be right around here someplace,” he said, then shocked Sam and Joss by spraying the wall with several rows of bullets from the Skorpion. When a small section of the wall bent in, displaying cracks around a rectangular panel that would otherwise have remained invisible, he said calmly, “Yeah. There it is.”

Both Joss and Sam gasped in surprise and Burke looked back at them with what she guessed was a scowl behind the goggles.

“What?” Burke asked. “We don’t have time to fuck around.”

Joss whimpered as she shook her head.

It took Burke no time to kick in the panel and tear it away from the wall, revealing a crude tunnel cut into the bedrock. The floor was rough, but easy enough to navigate. Burke did wish he was wearing tac boots, like Joss was, instead of his expensive brogans that didn’t give him either the traction or the protection he’d have liked on the rough surface. Still, he started up the fairly steep slope toward a turn several yards ahead.

When they reached it, Joss tried to make Burke let her take the corner first, but wasn’t surprised when he gruffly dismissed the idea. Just as he was about to whip around it, Joss stopped him.

“Wait! Listen!”

When the President stilled, they could hear, faint but unmistakable, the sound of someone ahead in the tunnel, panting with exertion as they stumbled up it. Burke didn’t hesitate. He actually growled as he rushed around the corner and began to run. Once again, all Joss could do was follow. The S.H.I.E.L.D. team escorting Bruce and Catherine down into Arias’s facility was not the ideal group. Most of the agents on site were helping to clear the bunker or assisting in the search for the exit from Arias’s escape tunnel, so this team of five agents was an ad hoc group that had never worked together before. The only good thing, from Bruce’s perspective, was that Director Coulson had sent Sharon Carter down to the bunker site to led the team. Although Bruce didn’t know Sharon well at all, he recognized competence when he saw it. He appreciated the way she crisply briefed the team and the tone of confident command she used when she did it.

Once she was done, everyone slid on their night vision goggles. The well-armed group surrounded the scientists, readied their weapons, and began to exit the armored vehicle in which they’d driven into the bunker.

Bruce felt kind of stupid. He was surrounded by tough-looking S.H.I.E.L.D. agents in black, squinting down the barrels of intimidating guns as they half-marched their way across the garage cavern and into a corridor. He, on the other hand, was wearing a sage green button-down shirt and Dockers under the bulletproof vest they’d given him, carrying a computer satchel and just trying not to step on the heels of the agent in front of him. He was reduced to being grateful that it was dark, and that Catherine was with him, holding his hand, so the agents would at least know he had a girlfriend and wasn’t a total loser.  

Catherine seemed much more on edge than he was, but then, Bruce got attacked and shot at a lot more than she did. She clutched at his hand and pressed up against his side, her head on a swivel as she tried to look in every direction at once.

For much of the distance down the long corridor to the machine room, nothing happened. Bruce’s mind was split between hoping none of Arias’s goons was left to surprise them, and planning how to deal with the machine once they reached it. Which is why, when the overloud crack of a gunshot sounded and the agent to his left went down, it took a moment for Bruce to understand what was happening.

It was the worst possible location, for the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and the scientists. For whoever was shooting, it was ideal. They were in a long stretch between doorways and intersecting corridors, meaning there was absolutely no cover. Sharon threw Catherine to the floor and laid on top of her, protecting Catherine with her body as she returned fire. Another agent had done the same to Bruce, and Bruce could only hope that Catherine could breathe more easily than he could, because the guy weighed a ton.

The agent who had been on point was hit directly in the face. Catherine screamed as blood sprayed back onto her. When another agent was hit in his gun arm, letting loose a torrent of foul curses, Catherine made a small, terrified noise that somehow brought home to Bruce just how hopeless their situation was. The very real possibility that the woman he loved was about to die hit him much more forcefully than the sonic weapon had.

Olviedo, Arias’s top lieutenant, had known that Arias had what he called the Pulse, which could shut down the power. It’s why he had stashed night vision goggles in several places throughout the facility, including in the machine room. He was proud of his forethought, and also proud that he had timed his attack so well. The invaders blocking the corridor were completely pinned down and helpless, and he had plenty of ammunition to keep firing for as long as it took. He was under no illusion that he could reason with these people or threaten his way past them. He had to kill them, so that’s what he would do.

He hadn’t planned on a Hulk. When Friday narrowed down the possible locations and the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents on the ground found what had to be the entrance to Arias’s secret escape tunnel, Steve and Bucky were way ahead of the rest of the team getting there. As they ran, Steve cursed himself for sending Scott to help with scouring the bunker for any of Arias’s men who might still be hiding down there. It would have been nice to have him for recon of the tunnel.

The building looked like any other dingy, rundown shop in this industrial area. It was so nondescript, in fact, that S.H.I.E.L.D. had basically found it by accident. Friday’s analysis of the underground tunnels, sewers and utilities, as well as the geologic structure underneath Washington, had pointed to this area as a possibility, but the two-person S.H.I.E.L.D. team had noticed this particular building only because of the unusual cleanliness around its entrance. A quick look inside with a fiberoptic camera had revealed the edge of yet another of those thick metal doors, poorly hidden behind some crates hastily dragged only partway in front of it.

Bucky simply pulled the lock off the door with his metal hand as though it was made of cotton candy and, on entering, strode rapidly to the stack of crates and shoved them out of the way. It took him very little time to ascertain that there were no booby traps, at least on this side of the door. Just to be safe, however, everyone else took cover as Ironman burned through the door.

When nothing exploded, Bucky cracked a relieved grin and pulled his SIG Sauer P220, going into a wary crouch as he moved toward the tunnel entrance.

“Hang on, Buck, let’s think about this. If the President’s chasin’ him from that end, all we gotta do is wait,” Steve suggested, even as he moved up next to Bucky.

“Uh-uh,” Bucky shook his head once. “We don’t know what Arias might do, and Joss is down there with a politician for a partner.”

“He was a SEAL.”

“Was. You comin’, or what?”

Bucky felt a glow of comfortable familiarity as Steve gave him the expected dirty look.

“That rock is gonna block our comms,” Steve said to Tony. “Stay up here, handle anything that needs handling.”

“Yeah. Go. Have fun. Call if you find Moria.”

Steve stared blankly for a few seconds, then simply turned around toward the tunnel entrance again, Tony’s laugh following him.  Now was not the time for Tony’s favorite game of “Let’s make references Cap won’t get.”

Steve took the lead, shield out in front, with Bucky right behind, covering them. The two headed down the tunnel, amazingly silent for big men moving so fast. By the time Sam got the cover dismantled enough to be able to unlatch the mechanism to release Anita, it looked like he’d chewed through it. He pulled as hard as he could, sliding the receptacle out against the resistance of an unpowered motor. He let out a noise that might have been a sob when he saw that she was breathing. She was deathly pale, eyes open and staring, not moving except for irregular, distressed gasps, as though she only remembered to breathe when her body became starved for oxygen. Her face was frozen in horror.

“Baby, baby talk to me,” Sam coaxed as he reached in and lifted her out. She remained silent as he cradled her to him, closing his eyes in gratitude and kissing her forehead. “OK. It’s OK, you’re safe. I got you. It’s all over now. I’m here. I’mma get you out, you just relax. I got you.”

He wished fervently that the wings of the EXO-7 weren’t too wide for the corridors down in this hellhole. He’d have loved to just whisk her up and fly her out as fast as his wings could carry them. He needed to get her out of here. He had no idea what the machine had done to her, but he could see she needed medical help.

He pulled one of his Steyrs, then stood, shifting Anita in his arms so that her head rested on his shoulder. With her legs over his other arm, he could hold the weapon in the hand behind her back just in case anyone was fool enough to get in his way. Sam began to run.

Burke’s shoes made too much noise on the floor of the tunnel for them to move very fast if they hoped to take Arias by surprise. He’d considered taking them off, but had to acknowledge that the stone was too rough and his feet too soft these days to make it workable. That pissed him off in a way he couldn’t have explained to anyone but another SEAL.

So he and Joss crept up the tunnel as fast as they could, ensuring at each turn that they remained out of sight of Arias. Fortunately, Arias wasn’t trying to be quiet. Either he was simply unable - which was a possibility given the wheezing he was doing on the climb – or he thought he was alone in the tunnel.

That changed when the sound of screeching metal came echoing down the stone passageway. Burke and Joss instantly guessed that someone had found the upper end of the tunnel, although they couldn’t be sure, because their comms had ceased to have reception once they entered. They knew, too, that Arias guessed the same thing, because he let out a short, high shriek and the sound of his footsteps stopped.

Burke held up a forearm, fist clenched, as though Joss needed to be told to stop. He started to move slowly forward, but Joss put a hand on his arm and pointed toward his shoes. He shook his head once, but she gave him a look she would later be shocked she’d used on a superior officer, and moved silently around him. When she reached the next turn, she flattened against the wall and risked the briefest peek possible down the next section of tunnel.

No Arias. She signaled to Burke and he moved slowly to her, trying not to let his shoes make a sound. They crept up the next section of tunnel. When they reached the turn, they could both hear clearly that Arias was in the section beyond. He was breathing heavily, but making no other sounds. He seemed to be trying to stay quiet to hear any further sounds from the head of the tunnel. At least they hoped that’s what he was listening to, rather to them.

They didn’t have to wait long. A deep, metallic sound, much closer to a thud than a clang, sounded in the section beyond Burke and Joss, and they saw Captain America’s shield ricochet off the tunnel wall with a few sparks and return the way it had come. From the sound, it didn’t hit Arias, but it had done its job, nonetheless.

Arias began to run back down the tunnel, right toward Burke and Joss.

Natasha would not allow Clint to keep her from sitting up. He finally decided that struggling against his efforts to keep her lying down would be worse for her than sitting up, and helped her to sit up on the cot, leaning against the wall.

“You’re stubborn, you know that?”

“I’m Russian.”

Clint took the opportunity to try to examine her which, of course, she resisted.  “I’m fine, Barton, stop it.”

“I need to see how badly hurt you are.”

“No, you don’t. You need to get back out there and do your damn job.”

“They got it covered, they don’t need me.”

“You know, this is exactly the problem. You’re sitting in here with me instead of out there getting it done. We can’t both be out of the fight, just because I get hurt.”

“I agree. And if I thought they needed me, I’d still be there. Not to mention that if they thought they needed me, they’d be calling. Cap ordered me to get you out of there and make sure you’re OK, so that’s what I’m doing.”

“Fine. I’m OK. You’ve completed your mission. Now-“

“Tasha.”

“Seriously, Barton, there’s work to do! I am not-“

“Tasha.”

“Well, I’d for damn sure be leaving your ass right now! I’d trust you to –“

“Tasha.”

“What, damn it?”

Clint touched his comms. “Hey, Cap, you read?”

Tony’s voice answered. “He’s spelunking right now, what do you need?”

“Just checkin’ in. Nat says she’s fine. Where do you need me?”

“We’re covered, and Natasha lies, as you well know. Bunker’s still not secure. Stay with her. Once we get the all clear, get her out.”

“I don’t need-“  Natasha tried.

“And Hawkeye?”

“Yeah, boss.”

“Get her to S.H.I.E.L.D. so she can complain about how she doesn’t need to be seen by a doctor and they can find major injuries that absolutely need to be seen by a doctor. Out.”

“Copy,” Clint said, and conveyed “I told you so” to Natasha in every way but verbally.

To his surprise, tears welled in her eyes.

“Hey, I’m sorry… Nobody’s suggesting you’re weak, or can’t take care of yourself…” He reached for her and she let him pull her into his arms.

“It’s not that.”

“OK.” He turned his face into her hair and kissed her. “Then what? What can I do?”

“I just… I feel… I don’t know, like I’m wrapped in tissue paper or something. It feels too soft! I can’t be like this.” She began to shuffle her legs, trying to move to get up from the cot.

“You’re good, Tasha. Just stop. Relax, hmmmm?”

She stopped struggling, but didn’t move back to her resting position. “It’s nice, though, right? Letting me love you? Letting me take care of you?”

“No! It’s… I don’t…”

“It’s nice. You like it. It feels good.” Clint was murmuring into her hair, rubbing her back as he spoke. “And you’re afraid you’re going to get used to it. Which, if I have anything to say about it, you will. And you will still be just as badass, just as ruthless and dangerous as you’ve always been. You’ll just also know that you don’t have to be like that every minute. You can allow this. You can even like it.”

Natasha sniffled, fighting her emotions as always. “Shit.”

“You know what? I think it’ll make you tougher. Know why? Because you’ll know you don’t have to hold back, save energy for the recovery. When you’ve kicked whoever’s ass needs kicking, you’ll know I’ll be there to take care of you. To be strong for you.”

Natasha didn’t respond, just clung to him and slowly, gradually allowed her head to rest against his shoulder.

“Yeah, Clint whispered. “Tougher. I think a whole lotta bad guys just got a serious pucker, and they don’t know why.”

Natasha chuckled softly. “You’re so full of shit.”

“I’m full of love for you. And shit.”

“Ugh, Barton, you suck at sweet talk.”

“Good at other things. Wanna fuck in an evil villain’s underground lair while the fight’s still going on?”

“Yes.”

“Well, tough. You’re hurt.”

Clint’s shout when she punched him could be heard echoing far down the corridor outside the room. Once Bruce began to transform, his S.H.I.E.L.D. protector couldn’t get away fast enough. Catherine and Sharon, on the other hand, just backed into the corridor wall, out of his way. The shooter wasted no time targeting the massive figure, and couldn’t miss, given that it filled the space from wall to wall, floor to ceiling, even on all fours.

Olviedo had been shooting from the doorway of a storage room. He was just throwing down his weapon to find a place to hide when the Hulk reached him. He didn’t have time to wonder how the creature could find him in the dark, without goggles, before a massive hand clamped around him and there was a wet crunching noise that cut off the beginnings of a scream.

Sharon and Catherine watched the Hulk’s crouching form, one arm stuck through the doorway from which the shots had come. It was much too small for him to fit through. The gunshots stopped once he reached the door, and then there was no more noise once he stuck his arm in. They could see nothing except a slight movement of the bunched muscles of the Hulk’s upper arm and back suggesting that he was moving his forearm inside the room.

Then he stopped moving and hesitated a moment before turning back to look at the women sitting together next to the wall. That’s when the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who’d protected Bruce shrieked and went running back up the corridor toward the exit. Sharon and Catherine glanced briefly at him, then back to the Hulk.

Catherine stood, slowly. She didn’t move toward the Hulk as she said, softly and calmly, “Do you know me? I’m Catherine.”

There was a slight grunt as the Hulk regarded her.

“We need to get to the machine room. At the end of this corridor. We could use your help to clear the way.”

Both of the women were surprised at how quickly he made a decision, turned, and began making his way down the corridor

“Holy shit,” Sharon whispered. “I never get used to him. How are you so calm right now?”

“That’s the man I love. He won’t hurt us.”

Sharon tilted her head. “Uh-huh.”

“Right, then. I’m faking it.” She reached down to pick up the satchel with Bruce’s computer in it and, together, they followed the Hulk down the dark corridor with Sharon in the lead, checking every doorway with her pistol before they passed it.

#The Avengers #Captain America #The Winter Soldier #Bucky Barnes #Steve Rogers #Sharon Carter #Clint Barton #Sam Wilson #Natasha Romanoff #Bruce Banner

[elisha-mikealson]

1. After 1,000 Years

My name is Elisha, Elisha Mikaelson, I've learned that I'm named after my father, Elijah, but I've never met him. I turned about 1000 years ago and I haven't left where I am at today, Mystic Falls, Virginia I haven't left here since my first transition. I've transitioned thousands of times and somehow I've been able to control it. To change whenever I want, wherever I want. It's quite freeing actually. Anyways, I've stayed around Mystic Falls as it came to be what it is nowadays. I lost contact with anyone in the Mikaelson bloodline, but Esther does come to me in dreams telling me that everything will be okay. Until one day she came to me and said that my father would be arriving outside of town and that I should meet with him. It was easy enough since I hang around the Petrova doppelganger, Elena, so after the founders masquerade ball when she gets taken I get taken as well. It was part of my plan and it worked. When I woke up from being knocked out I see that I'm sitting slumped over on the couch as Elena is curled up on the other side.

"You realize that they aren't going to hurt you right?" I ask looking at her.

"How can you be so certain?"

"Because they want to hand you over to a guy by the name of Elijah Mikaelson to try to get off his naughty list, but I have a feeling that that's not going to happen- them getting on his good side I mean."

"How do you know that?"

"Because I have ears Elena, and I may or may not be a supernatural creature of wonder," I laugh a little at my clever response when I hear the front door open as a guy that I recognize the smell of walks in the room quietly. I only partially listen to the conversation between the female and Elijah before they both walk into the room.

"You're here great," I say getting up and vamp speeding over to the women, "I'm leaving but I figured I would say goodbye and your friend over there won't stop fidgeting which is making the slightest noise but is annoying the crap out of me."

"I'm sorry who are you?" Elijah asks.

"Well, I'm insulted that you don't recognize me," I say fake hurt and he gives me a confused look, "1001," I say before walking past him, but he grabs my arm, "I'm not leaving the house Elijah, just simply leaving the room, I know you have more questions for me, but you have more pressing matters to attend to," with that I walk out of the room into one of the side rooms.

After about five minutes Elijah walks in, "Who are you, and I want an answer this time."

"Elisha Mikaelson, born 986 to a Mariah Addams and her side guy Elijah Mikaelson. When Nicholas found out I wasn't his he started to beat me, that's when my mother found Esther and made a deal with her to teach me magic since I am a witch, but my mother was a wolf so that made me a hybrid. Then when your brother, Henrik, died when him and Niklaus decided to watch the wolves and they got attacked, I was the one that drew the wolf away from them to make their escape."

"You were the little girl that was at the edge of the woods," he says.

"Yeah, it was the pack that I was in that did it, more specifically Nicholas, he was the guy I called father before I knew that he wasn't, he knew what he was doing when he attacked your family. He thought it was one of them that was my father, but it was neither, like I said before."

"You said that I am your father which is impossible."

"I happened before we were turned," I say as I take down one of the boards on the windows, "can you have your moles give me back my daylight right?" I ask turning to him, "I know I don't need it but it's nice to have, it was my mother's, and if I have to get it back heads will roll," after I say this a see a small smile on his face as he nods.

"Gladly, but how do I know you are telling the truth?"

I sigh at this and motion for him the come closer as I pull out a pocket knife and pull over a table, "it's a simple spell, our blood mixes fully then you are my father, if it doesn't well Esther will have a pretty pissed off tribrid and frankly I'm not fun when I'm pissed," with that I slice my hand and hand him the blade for him to do the same. Once there was enough blood pulled on the table I start the spell. Within 2 minutes our blood was fully mixed together and I look at him, "there you have it, and if you don't trust me, I know other witches that can do the same spell and come out with the same result."

"I don't think that will be necessary," he says standing up, "we must be leaving soon, let's go collect the Petrova doppelganger," he says as we starts to walk away and I follow. Once we get back into the room I see the two from before just standing there as Elena is sitting on the couch. The guy starts talking and I ignore him as Elijah starts to circle him. I walk over and sit next to Elena and I can sense her uneasiness.

"You'll be fine, just calm down," I tell her as Elijah slaps the guy so hard that it decapitates him, now that's how you make heads roll.

There was the sound of glass breaking and Elijah looks at the girl, "who else is in the house?"

"I don't know," there was another crashing sound and I was able to smell who it was. Salvatore's, of course.

Elijah grabs Elena and we move to the entryway, "come out now," he announces as one of the Salvatores speed past us.

"Up here," Damon says and Elijah speeds up the steeps.

"No down here," he comes down the steps and I try to focus on where the two are at.

"If i have to come and get you I assure you someone's head is going to roll and it won't be mine," Elijah says.

"You think you can beat us, but you can't." I say as Elena walks out from one of the hiding places and Elijah walks up the steps.

"You're right, I'll come just don't hurt my friends," that's when I notice the grenade thing that she had right before she threw it. I was quick and took most of the vervain.

"I tried to play it nice and let you guys walk out of here but I don't know if I can let that now," Elijah says as he makes a stake out of the coat rack. I stayed back as Damon and Stefan fight Elijah before Damon stakes him.

"Come on let's go," Damon says to me as I continue to just stare at Elijah's face.

"Go, I'll take care of the body, I'll meet you guys back in town okay?" they nod and leave. I wait to make sure that the car is out of hearing range before pulling the stake out knowing that would only be minutes till he wakes up. I sit on the steps as i wait until I hear his heartbeat return to normal and look up, "would you look at that sleeping beauty woke up," I laugh slightly at this, "oh and here," I say tossing him a blood bag, "it was empty but I found a nice rabbit outside, figured would help you gain some of your strength back till you can get some actual blood."

"It's better than nothing at this point," he sighs drinking it.

"Do you want to go back to my place, it's right outside of town and you'll be able to watch over everything," i say standing up and walking down the steps, "just say the word and i'll take you there, unless of course you already have a place," i say and he smiles slightly.

"I would love to see where you have been staying," he offers me his hand which i just basically high five it before walking out.

"I'm not about that in times like this, you should learn some things about me," i laugh at this as i walk over to his car, "you coming?" i ask as i shake the keys in my hand which i so expertly slipped off him.

"How did you-"

"Slip them off you?" he nods, "i'm sneaky, i am a tribrid after all, i could use magic to lift them up and my speed to take them. Oh and you may be older than me body wise, but power wise no one stands a chance."

"Now you kinda sound like Katrina," Elijah laughs a little at this.

"Do not compare me to her, god I want to kill her, i almost killed Elena thinking it was Katherine, whoops," i say starting the car.

"You almost killed the doppelganger?"

"That was before i knew she was a doppelganger obviously, i wouldn't purposefully take out the person that could possibly help some people."

"Is my brother one of them?" he asks curiously.

"Depends if he wants to be a 100% asshole to me then hell no," he laughs at this again as i start to drive, "but know i found a couple wolves on the outskirts of town then i've been trying to help, they are trying to go after the moonstone," there was silence for a minute, "they don't know what has to be done and if the do they don't care. I've grown close to Elena and her friends and i don't care if i have to be stuck with the wolf cures, i beat it pretty much."

"How though?"

"I forced myself to change until i could do it without any pain and i could change at will," i sigh slightly, "it was hell, but it feels good to be free, these wolves are asking for my help, and i plan on give it to them. They have been good to me so i'm willing to help unless they start causing trouble for me."

"I can kinda see how we are related now," Elijah laughs a little at this.

We were driving in complete silence which got boring after about two minutes, "okay how do you drive in silence?" i ask as i turn on the radio. The music was soft and mellow but it took away the silence that was defining. It was close to fifteen minutes later when i was pulling into the driveway then into the garage, "home sweet home," i say getting out of the car tossing Elijah the keys, "follow me," i walk into the house sensing almost immediately one of the wolves, "who decided to come into my home uninvited?" i ask rather loudly as i put my jacket on the back of a chair walking over to the fridge, "stop hiding, he's not going to hurt you," i toss Elijah a blood bag as he looks of me confused and i motion to my ear, "come on, any day now," i call once more as one of the wolves i've been working with comes out.

"Elisha, i thought you were dead," Oliver says.

"I actually have to laugh at that," i tell him, "i told you, it would take a lot to kill me," i say walking over to Oliver, "now why are you here?"

"It's Rosa, she's going off the deep end again," he sighs.

"Why does this concern me exactly?"

"She triggered her curse this time, all the others were near misses, but this time-"

I cut him off, "why weren't you watching her? You had one job," i vamp speed over to him pinning him against the wall.

"I had to go see my sister, she was sick," he tries to reason to me, "i would have taken her with me, but i didn't want her to also get sick."

"Who did you leave her with?"

"Jessica, she was supposed to keep her in the house for two hours, but she let Rosa out of her sight for five minutes."

"It only takes one to kill someone Oliver, you of all people should know that," i let him go before walking over to the fridge to grab the bag of blood i opened last night as i grab a glass and poured it in i also grab the bottle of Wolf's Bane that i have and pour it into a glass, "here, you need to calm down, i will help her like i helped the rest of you," i hand him the glass and he downed it choking almost immediately, "but that still does not change the fact that you went against your word to me, i don't take that lightly," he looks up at me with terrified eyes, "bring her to me, and i'll think about giving you my forgiveness, but don't count on it," he nods before running out of the house as i grab the glass and walk over to mine that is sitting on the counter.

"Who was that?"

"A puppy that i've been working with, he is one of the most loyal out of all of them. A slip up from him means a sip up from the rest of them. Rosa is like the younger sister i never had and i ask them to watch her for one day and this is what happened. She is just a little girl, she is too young to have to deal with the supernatural world," i through the glass that once had the wolf's bane at the wall, i can tell this caught Elijah off guard as i look at him. That's when i realize my eyes changed and i looked away, "sorry, i just can't believe it happened to her. Jessica's gonna pay though, and she better be ready," i take a drink of my blood and caught a little bit, "god i forgot to mix this up."

"What's in that?" Elijah asks picking up the glass to smell it.

"Vervain and Wolfsbane mixed with blood, i built up a tolerance so i'm not phased by it if someone thinks they can torture me since they can't kill me."

"That's not a bad idea," he nods to this, "but why am i not affected?"

"Because i mix it as i go, that was an unopened bag so it wasn't mixed in any way."

"Okay what about earlier today with the Vervain grenade?"

"I didn't know that they had that, but as soon as i saw it i knew i would be less affected by it then you so i made my move. It hit me and by the time your skin was just starting to heal i was already healed," i say as i walk to the fridge and grab the bottle of vervain, "here let me show you," i sit the bottle down and open it up and pour a little bit in the glass. I stick a finger in and pull it out when it started to burn, "if you put your hand in there you won't be able to keep it in there for to long."

"You can't be compelled anyways so why do you do this other than the entire torturing thing, which makes no sense since you are strong."

"To be honestly, i don't know if you could compel me, i was changed after you and your siblings, but i'm a tribrid which makes me stronger. I don't want to take that risk though, i prefer that when i'm around people to be me and to have level head."

"That's understandable," he nods as the door opens and i use my speed to pin the person to the wall.

"Elisha, it's me," Oliver says.

"Slip up number 2 Oliver, three strikes and you're out," i push away from him and turn to see Jessica walking with Rosa.

"Elisha!" Rosa running over to give me a hug.

"Hey little one, how are you?"

"I'm good, i feel like i'm a lot stronger than i used to be, but that's it," i smile at her.

"Well come on i got something i want to give you," i say as i take her hand walking into the kitchen were Elijah was still standing.

"Who's that? He smells weird," Rosa says wrinkling her nose up in disgust.

"Rosa this is Elijah, he's a friend, you can trust him," i tell her as i let her go and grab a glass and put a little bit of wolfsbane in it then diluted it with water, "here drink this," she nods and takes a sip coughing a bit before drinking the rest, "what happened to you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Rosa you know what i mean," i say picking her up and sitting her on a chair, she looks over at Jessica and Oliver then back at me, "you two can leave, i'll find you later," they nod and leave the house, "you're safe now okay?" she nods as she starts to cry.

"I didn't mean to, he was coming after Max and me, he hurt Max and the only thing i could do was stop him," i pull her into my chest as she continues to cry.

"Shh, it's okay, it's okay."

"I don't want to change," she cries more.

"You have to now, but i'll help you," i pull her away from me slightly and wipe her tears away, "i'll get you through this, i promise you," she nods and i hug her again, "Elijah can you grab her a glass of water?" i whisper knowing that he heard when he moved and got the glass. I motion for him to follow me as i pick her up and carry her to one of the extra rooms and lay her down taking the glass from Elijah's hand, "drink this and get some rest, we will fight this tomorrow okay?" she nods taking the glass before drinking some of the water. She sits the glass down and crawls under the blankets. "Somnus," i say placing my hand on her head as she falls asleep easily. I motion for Elijah to leave as i make sure everything is put away in the room that would need to be put away.

"What was that?" he asks.

I motion for him to sit on the couch as i sit across from him, "Somnus, is a simple spell i learned that will put someone to sleep, i could do it to you right know if i so please," he nods to this, "so i'm guessing you want to know a little bit about myself since i'm the mystery Mikaelson child that should not in all means should have been born, but i was."

"Yes i would certainly like to know, especially since i never knew you existed. If i did trust me i would have kept you with me, or at least hid you so no one would find you."

"When you say no one do you mean Mikael?" he nods to this, "don't worry, he wants me dead for being anything similar to Niklaus," he gives me a confused look and i sigh, "let me start from the beginning," he nods to this so i begin, "My story is really confusing when you think about it because the guy i was calling father was never actually my father and the women that lived by me and taught me magic was my grandmother. I didn't know that at the time. Nicholas, the man i called father for the first 15 years of my life, hated me when he found out that i wasn't his. He only found out because i was a hybrid. My mom and 'dad' were both in a pack of wolves with no magical background, but my actual father had to be a witch, leaving only your family, the question was which one was it. My mother tried to protect me from Nicholas's raft but it never worked so when I started to show signs of magic she sent me to the only other person that knew who my true father was, Esther. She taught me how to control my power and what herbs i could use to help heal people. It was wonderful until Esther's husband, Mikael, showed up one day in a bad mood and it scared me. Granted Esther had hid me so he wouldn't see me, but i didn't want to return to their home after that so Esther and i started to meet in the woods, just outside of the village and my pack's territory. I would never meet her on a full moon knowing that my pack would be out waiting for someone to come into their territory to attack.

"I was out wandering one day on a full moon, watching my pack and observing what they did when i noticed that there were two people also watching. Before i could do anything someone from the pack caught them, attacking. I jumped out of my hiding spot and distracted the wolf as i saw the one guy grab the other and run out of the woods. I was able to get under cover again and have the wolf lose the track it had on me quickly before running in the same direction as the two guys. Once i got to the edge of the woods i could see a family morning and i basically stop dead when i recognize Esther. When i look at the family i notice two people staring at me, the one i recognize as Mikael, the other i want to say was you from the way he was dressed and his mere appearance. You started to walk towards me but i saw Mikael stop you before i ran back into the woods to my home. It wasn't long after that that Esther told me that she doesn't want to lose and of her children or grandchild. I was confused at first then she explained everything to me about how my mother and her son were secretly together but broke it off when i was born. That's when she showed me the spell she was going to do to make her family imortal, i was included. I told her that i would do it, if i didn't have to be there when she did the rest of her family, she agreed. That night she turned her family and once they were all lying on the ground unconscious i came out of the shadows and she did it to me, except she hid me when i was unconscious.

"When i woke up i saw the family sitting around the fire and i wanted to go over to them, but i knew i couldn't. Then the hunger sunk in, i was hungry not for food, but blood. I new it was to dangerous for me to stay around the village so i ran to my pack. I found Nicholas sitting in the small living room in our home and it looked like he was attacked. I questioned him about it but he never answered, just got up and walked over to me, that's when i noticed the cut on his arm and i could feel the hunger grow. When he was close to me i used my small size to duck under his arm before using my strength to pin him to the wall as i sink my teeth into his arm. I pulled away after a little bit and i could feel the pointed teeth poke through my gums as the veins come out of my eyes. Nicholas looked terrified as i sunk my teeth into his neck and drained him. I regretted it once i let his body drop because i knew i killed him triggering the cures. I screamed in pain as every single done in my body broke until i was a wolf. I ran out of the house and into the woods to a location i knew all too well. That's when i see people standing there and i stay hidden, waiting, to see what their move was going to be. I smelled blood when i see the one guys face, it was one of Esther's sons i wasn't sure which one though. Once he let the body drop to the ground and turned to face Mikael he dropped to the ground screaming. He was a wolf. Something felt off when i was around him, but i couldn't place it. I could see something in Mikael's eyes when he said something about the guy not being his own. Then i saw him grabbing a stake and moving to the guy as he was still on the ground. I had to do something so i jumped out of my hiding spot and stood in between the guy and Mikael.

"I growled at him as i showed my teeth, i could see his hesitation before he came after me and i lunged at him tackling him to the ground snapping at his face. I let my teeth graze over his skin and i left a few scratch marks before getting off of him to see the guy fully transformed. I heard a howl and looked at him before running off I knew he followed me. It was maybe an hour or two when i started to grow tired and i could tell that i would be changing back and i knew it was the same for the guy so i ran back to where he was at before and he followed. He changed back first and i could see that his energy was drained, but i was able to find his clothes giving them to him. He somehow found the energy to at least put on his pants before collapsing. I grab his pant leg and dragged him back to his home somehow undetected before running back to my home where i curl up onto the door step and fell asleep. When i woke up the next morning i was in my bed with blankets over me. My brother was sitting next to me, he told me that he also somehow triggered his curse but was able to bounce back a lot easier."

Elijah almost looks shocked, "how do you know Mikael wants you dead?"

"I stayed here in Mystic Falls for most of my life, but i did make a trip to New Orleans when i heard you were there, but when i got there all that was left was Mikael, he thought I helped you all escape since he recognized me. He was going to kill me, but i was able to use my power to stop him. That's how he knows that i'm a tribrid. I first tried to just scare him off by showing my wolf side, but that just seemed to enrage him, probably because my eyes are so recognizable compared to other wolves. When he knew that i was the wolf that stopped him from killing Niklaus all those years ago he came after me so i used my magic. He told me that once he took down Niklaus that he would come after me, with all his children at his side. I tried my best to find any of you. I talked to Marcellus Gerard to see where i could find any of your possessions. I tried every tracker spell possible but i couldn't find you. Esther came to me in my sleep and told me that if you don't want to be found you can't be found, not even by magic. She assured me that you all were safe and if Mikael came close to finding you that she would let me know where you were at and if she thinks that you would need my help so i could come," i look down at the ground.

"She never contacted you," he says and i nod.

"But she did when you came into town. I purposely got myself kidnapped with Elena so i could met you because i know you never knew i excited and i didn't want to be my mother's secret anymore. I want to help my family, even if it is only you," i look at him with serious eyes, "my mother, i somehow turned her into a hybrid, she bowed down to everything i said, but she would never tell me anything about you, i hated her for it. Then again she told me that i should have never been born, called me a disgrace, the list goes on," i sigh slightly at this, "i know that none of it was true, if it was she wouldn't have been so loyal to me. That was until after i went to New Orleans and she followed me, she told Mikael everything how i am nothing more than an unwanted child just like Niklaus. That was of course after he recognized me, she also told him that i would always help you and your siblings run, just as i promised, Always and forever. She used my words against me, i told her that family to me is always and forever, but that didn't matter. When i ran back here to mystic falls she followed and i killed her."

"Where did you get the phrase always and forever from?" Elijah asks looking up at me.

"It was in a dream i had, i don't remember it in detail, but i just remember the phrase Always and Forever and that's how i see family. I didn't want to kill my mother, but i knew that Mikael had a which put a spell on her so he could track her and in teams track me, if he came there would be a bloodbath and i was not about that. Then you have my brother-"

"Which is wondering why there is a guy in the house," my brother says.

"Brother its so nice to have you home," i say standing up and walking over to him, "so what did your adventures bring this time for me to clean up?"

"Nothing at all dearest sister," he says, "that's what i got Mathew for."

"When you go away but when you're here it's my job to clean up after you, and frankly i better not here that people in the town start going missing, or anyone around here for that matter."

"Why is that?" i could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Well the dearest Salvatore brothers are back in town and animal attacks are on the rise. Meanwhile i don't need you eating people that can play a key factor in a plan of mine, if you're hungry there are plenty of blood bags in this house," i tell him and he just kind of smirks.

"Whatever you say," he laughs, "still who is the boy toy over there?"

"One he is not a boy toy he is like me to a point and if you so much as try to go against him you won't have to worry about him you'll have to deal with me."

"Still not answering my question."

"My name is Elijah," said person says standing up and walking over.

"Elijah as in your father Elijah or is this someone else?"

"Cuan, you're drunk, go up to your room and sleep it off, we'll talk about this tomorrow when you are in your right mind."

"When do you think you could start telling me what to do?" he asks stepping closer to me, but i was quick to pin him to the nearby wall.

"The moment i turned you 1000 years ago, and the fact that i am your alpha," i could tell that my eyes where my werewolf blue ones.

"Okay," he says as i let him go and he walks away.

"Sorry about that, he is quite a nuisance when he is drunk."

"I don't mind, he reminds me of my siblings."

"Please tell me it's not one in particular because if it is they sound like they need a babysitter."

He laughs slightly at this, "no not one in particular, but he does remind me a little but of Kol and of Niklaus."

"I want to know more about your siblings, all Esther ever said was their names and a little about them, but that's it."

"Well those are tails for a latter date," he says and i'm confused till i look at the time: midnight.

"Do you have a place to stay for the night?"

"No, but it shouldn't be to hard to find somewhere."

"It won't because you are staying here, i can grab you some clothes," i offer and he smiles a bit, "follow me," with that i lead him up to a spare bedroom before going into my brothers room to grab one of his shirts and a pair of sweatpants, "here, these should fit you."

"Thank you."

"It's not a problem, i finally have someone that i'm related to by blood, i'm going to help you, always and forever."

"Always and forever," he says back to me with a small smile as i leave the room. Once i get to mine which was just next to Elijah's i change quickly checking my phone.

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Van Gogh pt. 1

Taehyung x reader

genre: teasing tension, tutor!Taehyung, badboy!Taehyung

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Who would have guessed that Kim Taehyung, honorable student and your tutor, had some dark secrets?

You stepped inside the library with your hands packed with several textbooks you had lent to try to get the last few lessons in your head. Failing miserably. Unable to concentrate you had argued with your friend, Jenny, who was a lazy bitch not helping you at all although the next exams would be in four weeks. It was time you caught up with the pace the other students dealed with without repeating the semester. Your last and final hope was the tutor your professor had spoken from, a guy who was two years above, an honour student everyone adored and looked up to thanks to his kindness and understanding in front of his fellow younger students who needed help with their studies. And today one of the art literature lessons you had missed because of moving into your new apartment was held by the so called top student, Kim Taehyung.

You had heard many rumours about him and you weren't sure if you had ever seen him in person, but as someone held open the heavy doors leading to the library you knew exactly who he was.

“Thanks”, you mumbled, your books suddenly lifted off of your arms.

“No need to say thank you”, a low, melodic and calm voice said and by the time you were finally able to see the guy behind the kind action you knew who he was from a yearbook photo Jenny had shown you. Silky, straight brownish hair. Big, crescent brown almost ebony colored eyes behind black, round glasses. Heartily shaped lips that were as red as your lipstick and a toned, tall body dressed in a squared shirt and casual wide pants, a big bag hanging from his shoulder. And by god, the charming smile curving one side of his red mouth made you freeze as you looked Kim Taehyung in his friendly shining eyes. Jenny was right, Taehyung was a beautiful guy whose handsomeness was topped by his soft smile and his nice treatment towards everyone, even you, a stranger.

Trying to get a few books for yourself to carry he nodded inside, his foot holding the big door open whilst you rushed inside the dusty, like old books smelling library where only a couple of other people sat quietly hung over their textbooks. The atmosphere changed as some of them saw the man beside you, their gloomy faces lighting up with smiles his way.

“You must be Taehyung, aren't you?”, you asked as you followed him inside, his large hands getting rid of the books as he threw them on the counter beside the entrance. Not even the librarian was working this late afternoon.

The tall handsome with the tiny smile painting his lips turned around, his dark eyebrows arched high. “And you are?”

“Y/n”, you chirped, shooting him an apologising smile. “I'm one of the average students who need help from a certain top student. And that must be you.”

You expected him to laugh at you but the dark chuckle escaping his throat accompanied by a gesture to move towards an alcove was all you got. Sitting on the padded chair you waited for the guy to do it alike, but instead he checked the time and left you alone. The hell? Standing up to rush wherever he was going you saw him pushing in a blackboard. You thought he would explain the basics or how the group work functioned, but not that he was gone faster than the wind once you sat down.

“We should wait for the others to come”, Taehyung's low vocals said, the skin around his black orbs crinkling from his wide, encouraging smile. “We're a bit early, so take a seat.”

Surprised you nodded, feeling slightly ashamed about the fact that you would have to learn with other students, feeling dumb and below average.

“No need to be so quiet, y/n”, you were encouraged by your new tutor, his faint smile getting brighter the more you relaxed. “A lot of freshmen come here and join us and ask for help. And the most important issue is passing your exam.”

“Still, I try my best”, you answered him with a lot more power, earning another chuckle that was so dark the hair on your arms stood up. You wondered how someone like him was able to walk around alone on campus. And how you could've never seen him! Kim Taehyung was a man with charisma. His whole being glowing with enthusiasm and intellect. The way he moved through the library as if he owned it, smiling to everyone and still able to turn heads with his amazing looks. Although you didn't want to stare at him so bluntly, you couldn't stop yourself from imaging him opening the buttoned shirt, taking off his round glasses as he tilted his head to read over the backside of a book's cover. There was something irresistible on Taehyung, as if he showed his best self to hide other things you were more than glad to discover all alone for yourself.. Sitting straighter you cleared your throat. Daydreams came later, first you had to prove yourself.

Not even ten minutes passed and your small group of nine people, all girls, sat quietly in the niche, watching Taehyung explaining the parts you had missed the last weeks. Well, they did nothing but to watch him, unlike you who scribbled so many notes down your paper you had to sort them out at home the next day. Of course you glanced up and down his body here and there, but that was not what you came for. Yet. But after an hour you felt as if you had understood more than you ever did in the lessons of your professors, grateful you had participated in this. Taehyung was a great tutor and the way he put simple examples in the lesson made it easier to follow – not talking about the smiles which encouraged you to keep your head down the paper after all.

“Y/n, did you understand?”, Taehyung was taking the blackboard back at it's place after the others said their farewells. But you had a few more questions as to why you helped him cleaning the library until it was back to it's previous state. “You seemed eager to get what I taught.”

“Oh, I was eager and by god, you're such a good tutor. I wanted to give up literature and art, but now I think if I participate a few more times I get on the right path again”, you cheerfully announced. It felt like a wonder that you understood parts Jenny failed to express as your newly found tutor did. “I definitely come back for more lessons the next days! If..if there is anything I could do to help you out, just tell me. It only fair to pay for your time.”

The blackboard in the back of a storage room Taehyung led you to the exit. “That's good to hear. Come whenever you want, that's what I'm here for anyway. No need to say such things, y/n. I'm not in debt and I like what I do. But now excuse me, Professor Min had asked me to do some tasks for his experiment tomorrow. See you around, y/n.”

Nodding again you were astonished by his efforts, your mouth slightly agape to hear your strictest professor's name falling so easily from your tutor's red lips. That meant he was really the honourable student of this university whose responsibilities were huge and heavy, but respected by the strictest teachers around.

“Professor Min?”

“Ah, yeah, he's difficult to deal with, but he's also fun and as it is my last semester before I graduate and start in the same position as him, I have to play nice”, he shrugged his shoulders, holding open the doors for you a second time that evening. “Get home safely, y/n.”

“I will, thank you so much again.”

Waving back you heard the doors closing behind you, your heart freed from the stones of insomnia and fear because of the upcoming exams thanks to non other than Kim Taehyung.

You had visited the library daily now, a week later finally back to where you used to be with your studies, Taehyung a great teacher to you, explaining everything calmly and in details. His point of views were different and it made it so much easier to understand the lessons you learned and by the end of three weeks you had given him back a test exam he handed out to you, ready to be scored. In only a short time you developed the clenching feeling of springs butterflies inside you which whenever you saw Tae bounced up and down, mostly to signal your arousal from his low vocals whispering to you after the lessons to explain details you asked for. He had touched your shoulder, his thighs against yours and you wanted him so bad that you lost track throughout the hours you sat there listening to him teaching your group. Oh, you weren't the only girl thinking that way wherefore you knew that daydreams should stay what they were; made up illusion and fantasies that helped you through the day without having the chance to be real at all. Your attractive tutor was highly coveted and you weren't the prettiest girl of them all who was crazy for him.

“We should hurry”, you pulled Jenny behind you as she was lazing around, slandering with her pumps behind you to throw heart eyes down the hall towards two guys leaning against the lockers. “Taehyung is waiting and I want my test back as long as he's still there!”

Suddenly a laugh was heard behind you, the two thugs glancing your way, foul mouths calling several phrases behind you. “Taehyung is an idiot, girls. No need to rush to that looser.”

“Right?”, the other patted his friend laughingly on his arm. “I bet his mom makes his lunches in the morning. So, wanna grab a drink with us instead, cuties?”

Of course Jenny stopped, looking over her shoulder with a curve on her pink painted lips. But you pulled her back, she was your friend and shouldn't deal with those jerks bad mouthing the one guy who was more intelligent than the both of them combined, a free spirited young man who was kind and saw the things out of different views – not to mention his god like looks. Therefore you forced Jenny further down the hall until you heard another comment out of their mouths that made you contemplating your life choices.

“I heard he secretly fucks professor Min to get his high grades. What a little cock sucker-”

“Say that again”, you demanded, spinning around with a menacing glare down the corridor, seeing that the both of them walked towards you, Jenny tugging on your sleeve.

“Oh come on, y/n. Stop that and just move on”, she whispered, holding you at your place. But it was too late, the thugs already hovering in front of you.

One of them grabbed your arm, his thumb circled around your bare skin and the shudder running down your spine was nothing more than disgust.”I love girls with a loose mouth, sweetie.”

Smacking his hand away you spat in his face, full of anger: “And I love to smack your fucking face, sweetie. Stop bad mouthing him if you don't know him at all.”

“Big words”, the other laughed again, and the sound started to get on your nerves.

The delicate girl on the other side pulled at your shirt's hem, but before you could turn around you were held by the guy's hand again. “Don't be feisty, girl. I'll be a lot nicer than Mr. goody-two-shoes..”

“Not if I'm around. Now fuck off”, a familiar voice sounded through the large corridor, the dark vocals of the man with the black glasses echoing from the many lockers. “I said fuck off or do you want to fail your classes again?”

Your heart pounded at the sound of the low voice of your professor, Min Yoongi, reaching the small group of yours, the guy gripping your arm letting go with an annoyed 'tsk'. He even apologised to Professor Min as he reached your small circle with a cold glare down the two thugs pestering you.

“Don't get yourself in trouble, Miss y/l/n. Your grades are finally getting up again and if you get distracted by such things you better hurry home and learn twice as much”, the young professor reprimanded you, his dark eyebrows arched high as you blankly stared at him, Jenny next to you also drawn by his unbelievable young, attractive features you had never noticed in the sticky class room. His black hair was streaked with lighter spots, his skin of a paleness you had never witnessed on a living person before. But what you found most interesting were his almond shaped eyes which were even darker than Taehyung's chocolate brown pupils.

“The library is closing in two minutes, Miss y/l/n”, Professor Min said with his heart shaped mouth, his gaze lingering on you longer than comfortable.

Wh-what was closing? You were fascinated by the way your teacher tilted his head with an indifferent expression, an unamused, distant grin faintly on his pink lips. You stared. Shit, he was your superior in the university not any other guy you could stare at! And the moment you dared to look away you realized what he just said. Taehyung would be gone for a week without your new papers if you wouldn't hurry up and get to the library to hand them out and get the text back.

Turning on your toes you hastily added a: “Thank you for stepping in, Mr. Min!”, before you rushed down the hallway, hearing your professor's voice calling after the two of you.

“No running in the hallways, Miss y/l/n!”

You expected Taehyung to sit in the front lounge, his bangs hanging over his round glasses reading the next parts of the literature novel he worked on the past week. To see a guy as good looking as him being ambitious about his career and future filled you with strange excitement. Which didn't mean you threw an eye on him more than sexual, did it? But as you stepped through the heavy wooden doors you were surprised not to see him sitting in one of the seats in front of you. Not even the librarian herself was present. With reluctant steps you looked through alley after alley to see if the tall guy was sitting anywhere near lost in some books. And then you witnessed a brown thatch between some shelves, Taehyung's signature watch on his wrist as he pressed his phone against his ear. Luckily Jenny told you to go alone as her shoes gave her the rest, not even talking about the big campus you had to cross and the uncountable stairs you had rushed up to reach Taehyung before he was gone and the university closed for one entire week. At first you contemplated to leave and wait in the hall for him, but as you repressed your panting you were too curious what he was talking about with his furrowed eyebrows, an expression on his angelic face you had never seen in the lessons he taught. Covered in shadows, grinning and superior.

Hiding behind a bigger bookshelf you sneaked your head over the first line of the many dusty textbooks from Shakespeare to Jean Paul Sartre back to classic textbooks professors loved to read with their students. Taehyung's voice usually had a darker bass, but the husky hushes you could hear gave you goosebumps. Normally he was like a cheerful, but quieter young man, funny and a perfect listener, but right now you thought you would see another side of him with the bangs falling over his eyes.

“..the exhibition at the museum? I'm sure they will be there this weekend..”, was all you could hear before your head twitched to the side, the librarian on her way towards you. Her pumps clacked over the parquet whilst you acted as if something fell down, avoiding her suspicious gaze. Why now?

“Miss y/l/n, I'd like you to leave in a few minutes. I want to close down the venue early tonight”, she said, her young face not matching her body's posture and the grey wool pullover she wore over her knitted skirt.

Nodding you prayed that Taehyung didn't notice you, but right then as you turned around you saw his slim, tall statue next to you, his hand on your shoulder. “We will stay behind a while longer, Viola. I don't mind cleaning up and locking the door afterwards”, his melodic vocals sent shivers down your spine, his long bony fingers on your shoulder intensifying it. It was too out of reach to deny it now. You were insanely attracted to him, as any other girl had hearts in their eyes when he walked passed him with his long legs and those round glasses, all nice and charming while giving them his best smiles.

“Don't forget to water my cactus before you go, Taehyung”, the librarian said, her cheeks a shade darker and you swore it was caused by the dark stare of the man beside you. You couldn't see it, but you knew how electrifying and kind of intimating it could be.

Her steps got quieter the further she was away and by the time the door fell in it's lock you glanced up. Just to see Taehyung smile evilly at you.

“You peeped on me, didn't you, y/n?”, he nudged your arm, his smile not vanishing a second. “It was a joke, don't give me that look of pure panic. Better hand over your test exam so I can proof read it before the university closes for a week.”

Nodding you gulped down the nervous knot in your throat that made it difficult to talk to him. It was the first time since you started participating in this learning group that you two were all alone without a single student in the library with you and it made you strangely aware of your tutors specific behaviour. He was quiet, fond of the nature and artistic, which resulted in studying art and literature, but there was more to him than he wanted you to know. But you died to discover it.

“First peeping on me and now staring?”

He shook you out of your thoughts, your eyes glued to his face whilst he pulled up his dark brows. Meanwhile Tae took a seat in the niche you had learned in so far, his brown bag next to him and your essay on his lap. You were a little nervous about his opinion on your sheets you had sat on the whole night again.

“I'm not staring either!”, you finally pressed out of your mouth, your face heating up the longer his brown orbs lay on you, kind of inspecting you from head to toe.

Instead of answering Taehyung grinned to himself while he took your essay and a red pen. Would he read it here? Now? Not sure of what to do you shifted on your feet, your view sliding over the many bookshelves ere they ended up on your tutor again. And again until you gave up and blankly stared at him for a while. There was no one else like him. Tall, perfectly build, brownish hair, glowing skin. And such a voice, oh my. He could read to you all day, the lamest novels and you'd still be fascinated by the way he pronounced some things with his bass like vocals.

As he didn't react you slowly circled the table, sitting straight down on the chair across his own. “So..”

“So?”, came the short response, Taehyung's attention still down the paper. His pupils moved so fast you were sure he couldn't read it all and understand everything you described correctly. But he surprised you more often than you wanted to give him credit for.

How should you start a conversation? You went the simplest way. “So uhm..Do you have any plans for the upcoming week? We're off of uni..uhm..” God, you were such a sheep. Why did you stutter so much? That wasn't like you.

“If I have any plans? I do”, Taehyung spoke into the silence evolving after a while, cutting the awkwardness with his lopsided grin. He changed his position whilst putting the sheets aside, bending forward with his elbows on the table. “Do you?”

His gaze distracted you. The big glasses slid a little down and you were confident that you had never seen anyone as attractive as your fellow mate's uneven eyelids and the tiny mole below his right eye.

“I-I do..I mean I don't. Yet”, you said hastily stumbling over your own voice.

“Nothing fun to do? You're young, y/n, enjoy yourself a bit”, Taehyung tilted his head, the innocence of his usually calm state drifting away to make place for something unidentifiable.

Unintentionally you squirmed on your seat. “Tell me what someone young does then.” It costed you a lot more courage to raise your voice to an audible tone. The expressions on his face changed, the common smile replacing the grin from before as he spoke up again.

“You might know that down the town is a really pretty museum, right? There's a vernissage this week, so this would be my first thought to recommend to you.”

“Really?”, suddenly you sat a little straighter, your face lighting up, the nervousness shaking off. “That's what you-” Shut up, you scolded yourself throwing a fit inside your head. Now it was out that you had listened in on him and tha fact was seen all over Taehyung's perfect face.

“I did what, y/n?”

“N-nothing”, you scratched your scalp in attempt of shyness. Usually you were everything but shy, a little savage at times, but he somehow did magic on you you couldn't escape from. “Okay, I heard something about a museum from you as you talked over the phone. But I didn't mean to peep on you or anything!”, you defended yourself with that lie.

Taehyung on the other side nodded and slid even closer to you over the table, his long, beautiful fingers suddenly stroking over yours. “You shouldn't listen to other's conversations, got that, y/n? You could peep on the wrong people who aren't as nice as I am.”

His skin touched yours a little too firm, his hand enclosed around both of yours. The change in atmosphere was almost touchable, but then Tae put on his signature lopsided grin and showed you his perfect row of teeth. What should you say to that? It sounded like a subliminal threat with his hand on yours, but ended with a chuckle on his side cutting the tension.

“I should go back to correcting”, the tall guy across you said in a your so familiar cheerfulness, the cuteness of his box smile that made you weak in the knees seen for a couple of seconds, his fingers squeezing yours a last time before he narrowed his gaze down the essay again.

You were dumbfounded in a way you couldn't describe. It was like he had a split personality, as if he was angry but teasing you how he teased you some times in his lessons.

Now you had the feeling that you should back off and let your tutor do his work, your cheeks definitely red from embarrassment because he caught you. And here you thought you were sneaky!

“I'm sorry I didn't say anything at all. I won't do..it again.”

His brown thatch bounced up, his chocolate eyes inspecting your face whilst an unpredictable expression laced his beautiful features. “Good girl.”

You ended up thinking about a special someone very, very often this week. Not the way you wanted to, but he dragged himself into your mind too persistently to ignore it anymore. His puppy eyes with the mischief behind them and this amazing box smile didn't do you good, your health suffering from thinking about you tutor. This explained why all girls were head over heels for him. He was intellectual, intelligent, thoughtful and funny, topped by his incredible good looks. That's why you hoped to see him again this week – not in a romantic way, Taehyung was more of the guy everyone wanted to be friends with, you as well – and you just had to go to the museum he recommended, too much curiosity coursing your veins. Everything Taehyung recommended was a success and brought you new insights on the art you admired so much.

It was quite late already as you begged Jenny to accompany you down town where most of the high society had their residences to visit the vernissage, but she denied and so you found yourself alone down the city, the sun slowly vanishing on the horizon. Luckily today was a warmer day, your tight jeans and the small, light pullover perfectly fine for this kind of weather. You just turned a corner as you saw it. The average tall glassy facade of the arts museum, it's high roof where you made out a rooftop garden and those pretty lamps lighting the path up the yard. Several cherry blossom trees lined it whereas you took your time to marvel at their beauty. No wonder the rent costed more than the average apartments around here. The view out of the huge houses surrounding the museum was incredibly fascinating, you bet. The warm light shone all the way to the entrance where you had to receive the unlucky message that the exhibition was postponed to next week. Hence you groaned in disappointment. You wanted to go since Tae said you had to see it, but instead took a photo with your phone to remember the date next week you had to come back.

With slow steps you turned three-sixty mid way on the path back to the street over the pretty lighted pavement. You could spend hours listening to music or reading your textbooks the next time you had a day off in here with the museum in your back and the sun of a warm day in your face. Now you had to find an activity to get over the evening, so you decided to rush back to a small café you had seen a few blocks from here. Yes, you were stupid and had zero orientation skills as you walked passed the alleyway you had to walk into to get to the spot of the museum, but you walked right past it and landed somewhere in a lane with cute and simple looking coffee shops you dreamed to visit. And that's why found yourself in the dimly lit street with the few people in extraordinary clothes who looked as if they could buy the entire building you lived in with the money in their purses.

The bell above the door signalled your entering as you greeted the two mid-fourties behind the counter. Your smile only getting brighter at the way the – married? – couple teased each other like teenagers.

“What can we do for you?”

It was almost twelve as you left the shop that had closed an hour ago, but the owners had so much fun talking to you they forgot that you were a customer and by the time you said your farewells with the promise to come back soon they started to clean the shop. Who would have guessed that simple strangers could be so funny and lovable at such a short period of time? You had learned that they were a married couple for over twenty seven years now, their sons successfully moved out a few years ago and that they had opened their shop to get out of the ordinary, but luxurious life they lived so far. And they enjoyed your company because you lulled them in about art that they started to vent about everything with you. How nice the early night turned out! What a blessing after your miserable try to visit the museum.

Inside your head you planned to go to the café next week with Jenny or Jin, your brother's best friend while you slandered over the pavement, the night becoming chilly. Although it was may it was kinda cold at night and you cursed yourself for forgetting to bring a jacket with you in your excitement. Who would have guessed that you stayed out this late anyway? Wide eyed you saw many girls passing you, dressed in heels and tight dresses as well as one or two guys with fast steps, all down the road.

“Must be a great party going on somewhere”, you said aloud, two girls eyeing you with their drawn eyebrows shooting up. Ignoring you they were gone and you couldn't care less about any of the people passing you.

Slowly you got to the place the museum was located and you contemplated to take a picture of the many lights and the glassy walls to show Jenny tomorrow. Therefore you turned the corner, walking straight to the tall building you recognised right away, the gate to the yard still opened, which was kinda suspicious. You looked left and right before you shrugged your shoulders, a simple photo, nothing more.

Hastily getting out your phone you had to stand still as music reached your ear. Low beats vibrating underneath your feet. Curious you dared to walk closer into the middle of the way to take your picture as you heard how a door was opened a couple of metres away and two girls you had witnessed walking down the road earlier staggered out. It was a metal door in the walls mostly unseen at the huge museum in front of your eyes, the music the evidence for your assumptions. It was a party underneath the fucking museum! Wide eyed you saw how the girls took their drinks and gulped them down before lighting cigarettes and you asked yourself how a party below the ground worked, especially in such an exclusive area. You had always dreamed of a party like this, underneath the surface, loud beats and – you were more than sure – dozens of beautiful, rich people. And you had to get as many information as possible for Jenny, that was for sure! With an idea in your head you opened your hair, rolled up your tight jeans on your ankles and adjusted your pullover.

“Hey there”, you greeted the two girls whose gazes you could assess right away. They judged your outfit and decided you had no chance to get in there. “Is the party for free?”

One of the chicks tilted her head. “It's a club. And only for guests on a list, right Charlene?”

The girl called Charlene nodded, her long black hair stroked aside before both turned away from you. Hence you only smiled, walking passed the two of them to open the door they came out from. It was worth a try. Either you got in or the security escorted you out. Which way you left later didn't matter as long as you got a glimpse of the so called club, your curiosity one of a child. How exciting it was to find such a thing at night! You were an adventurous person ever since you could think and this sort of adventure your first.

It was dark, the music droning from even further down as you walked through a dimly lit floor to the only entrance to the club, a black door with nothing but elegant curved font on it: “Van Gogh”. With a doubled heartbeat you pulled the knob and it opened in one go, stairs, big and spiral reaching to another big foyer where you could see a couple of security and a few girls flirting with them. Now or never.

Casually, as if owning this club you never went into at all, you swung yourself down the stairs, breathing in as you ogled at the expensive furniture, all black and red. If you wouldn't know better you'd think of it as a brothel, but the loud basses and the people you got a glance of as a door on the right opened told you otherwise. With a racing pulse you did as if not seeing the big older man with the full bearded face as you walked straight past him, no luck with you anymore.

“Hey, young lady, where do you think you're going?”

Busted faster than you expected. Your braincells worked non-stop while you shifted your head to the side, looking as relaxed as you could. “I just got some fresh air. Look at the guest list. Charlene.” Please, god, let me get in.

The tall mid-fifty narrowed his gaze, his big fingers holding onto a sheet before he glanced back at you and down at the list again. You almost flinched as he rose his voice, bluffing at a younger man who looked certainly nervous. “You forgot to give a girl the fucking bracelet again, Lucas! One more time and I'll beat ya ass, boy!”

Oh oh, that sounded bad for the guy in the back, his eyes going wide and his skin was suddenly paler than before. You felt as if you had thrown him into cold water, but before you realised your wrist was taken and a white, lacy strap was put around it. The creepy security worker nodded towards the door you had seen dozens of people in, the black wood opening automatically.

Behind it you were met with extremely loud music, the beat of it shaking your body whilst you were astonished by the extent of the club. It was huge, marvellously furnished, tinged into dim lights and a long counter on the right side where you witnessed more than..seven bartenders giving out drinks at once. Your shining eyes roamed the hall, the dancing masses dressed in costly brands, men and women touching each other closely and you were content that this down town underground club was what would give you a thrilling experience. As your feet dragged you further inside you saw silvery, with red glitter sprinkled cages on the walls in which sparsely covered women danced rhythmically to the music. They were beautiful, each one of them having perfect curves, soft skin and an ass beating rhythm you were jealous of. Your heartbeat started to race up even more as your eyes lingered on a black piano on top of a small pedestal further on the left side of 'Van Gogh', the only place the crowd didn't go up to although you saw the astonished expressions on some of the people's faces, like your own.

Biting your inner cheek to refrain from cheering loudly for yourself you marvelled at the club as you witnessed a black wall with many artistic paintings on it, some of them even put into bright light. They must have an unimaginable amount of value behind the glass. Some of them having small signatures you couldn't identify, but you were magically drawn to their beauty and the extraordinary figures painted on them. None the less you had the strange feeling that you shouldn't be here too long, all alone as a young woman in an underground club for the higher society. Hence you mixed within the crowd, moving along the beat while you contemplated to check out the drinks' prices. You didn't believe your eyes as you were shocked about them.

“Are those prices a joke?”, you asked the bartender near you, his grin giving off the feeling as if he didn't take your question seriously. You almost shot him a smile yourself as you saw how the feelings vanished off of his pretty face, a mask of reluctant friendliness and full respect replacing his cheekiness.

“You better have a very good excuse to be here, love.”

You froze. That voice was too familiar to be the one you thought stood behind you, but as you darted around your eyes widened even more than the bartenders. A Taehyung, the strangest version of his own being stood with wide shoulders and crossed arms in front of you, his gaze cold and unpredictable. You had never seen such an arrogant, mighty emotion on his angelic face and it frightened you. That wasn't the picture you had of the cute tutor who did everything to help you and your mates to pass the exams. More of a devious twin brother looking down at you as if he was a lion catching his prey on the wrong move. Even the way he dressed and his pupils moving along with his superior lopsided smirk wasn't like the Tae you were lucky to get to know about throughout the last two months. He wore a claret leather jacket, his brownish hair out of his face and no sight of the round, big glasses he usually wore on his nose, instead a new accessory decorated his neck, a black, lacy choker. The ebony, tight jeans to a dark shirt and shiny shoes completed his outfit and made his golden skin glow even more than the knitted pullover or wide pants could ever do. The headlights danced on his face, his grin deepening the longer it took you to speak up, your voice lost thanks to the sight in front of you.

“Speak, love”, he commanded all of a sudden, his body tensing as he leaned forward to inspect you up close. “Who let you in?”

Taehyung didn't back away, not even as you squirmed under his intense stare. “I heard music and thought I take a look. Nothing more”, you finally said, his eyes shifting from one of your own into the other. “But why the hell are you here? And so..so weird? This is not like you, Tae.”

The stranger scoffed. “Nothing more?” The rest got ignored.

This wasn't the guy you found most intriguing and hot for his intellect and knowledge in art. It was as if a demon possessed the sweet honey boy with the box smile that turned the senior of the university into an evil, charming incubus with an irresistible smirk. You had to admit that he was even more seducing than he usually seemed with the superior gazes and the elegant movements of his body as he looked to the side.

“Come”, was all he added before he turned on his heel, his hand gesturing you to better follow him and so you did, curious and full of questions what a bad joke this was. Who expected Kim Taehyung to be present in this establishment at night? It was odd and off whilst you saw how the masses parted as he walked straight through them. There was so much you didn't know, that was clear, but you wouldn't back off tonight. Whatever Taehyung wanted from you in this kind of club, it seemed as if he was respected by the stuff as well! Furthermore did you stumble a few times, your mind everywhere but here, Tae's back close in front of you. What was going on? It was almost as if he had told you about the vernissage knowing that underneath the museum was this high society down town club. As if it was his intention to get you here, but that was impossible. There were so many questions inside your mind that you felt dizzy as you were led up some stairs in the back of the club, coming to a halt with shaking legs. Taehyung didn't say a word and the tries you dared to talk to him were ignored or fobbed off by a half hearted smile over his shoulder.

You were more than confused as he held open a red curtain up the stairs at the back of the club, a lounge with two men put on your display. This niche must be the VIP lounge as no one was allowed to enter behind the brown haired guy, two bulky security men eyeing you out of small eyes. The view from up here  was breathtaking as you shifted to the side to marvel at the masses down the lounge. You could see the crowds, the bars and every door as well as cages with a top view. The girls dancing in them noticing the man on your left stepping inside the area with lascivious smiles, some even licking their lips. It was insane. Everything happening right now out of this world while you felt a hand on your back, escorting you completely in.

“Get out, you two”, Taehyung's deep vocals overtuned the beats as if the music wouldn't drone up like a storm. But to your surprise did the two men on the black couch stand up, turn around and this was the right time to hold your breath a second time this night.

One of the two was a total stranger to you, but the other taught music and literature at your university and was the one protecting you from the thugs in the hallway. Mr. Min's gaze was the opposite of yours as he shrugged his shoulders and left at Tae's command like a puppet. Now it was time to start to panic, so you thought with stiff limbs. This situation bothered you on an end level.

The handsome with the superior stares still touched your back with his large hand, his body getting closer as Mr. Min and the other guy squeezed themselves through the exit.

“M-Mr. Min?”, you asked carefully, but the black haired man didn't even grant you a single glance, his steps taking him out as fast as he could. Which made you panic more and more. And right then as they left you tried to turn around and leave as well, this joke gone too far to be funny anymore. But as you shifted in your position the hand on your back slid down and held you by your waist, Taehyung's long legs taking you both to the couch where he sat down with you next to him, his thigh rubbing against yours. This invaded your personal space massively, your comfortableness washing over your face.

“What is Mr. Min doing here?!”, you asked loudly, but it was silence that answered you again.

Instead his melodic bass echoed through the lounge like lace touching your throat, only to choke you with harshness:“I never thought I would be able to witness one of my cute freshmen to walk into Van Gogh as if they own this fucking club. You know where you are, right, y/n?” Taehyung didn't let you speak as he went on. “This isn't your world, love. And you bluntly stepped into it with your bright smiles and no sign of fear at all.”

The fuck was he talking about? Not your world? Who thought he that he was and why would you be afraid in the first place? “Kim Taehyung, sorry to cut through this illusion, but what are you talking about?! I'm hella confused and you..you scare me.”

“I scare you, love? You're at the safest spot in here right now”, the evil grinning guy you thought you knew a bit leaned forward, his beautiful digits stroking a lose strand behind your ear. You flinched slightly, but let him be, his voice now a lot softer even though you could see the deviousness in the almost black pupils of his. This situation was strange to you, but the bad boyish behaviour set a feeling similar to riding a roller coater free. And it wasn't a bad feeling at all! “To refer to your previously asked question: Look around and tell me what you see. All those people belong to the highest of societies not only around here and guess what those rich little kids were looking for all their lives. Yes, a club no one knows off except the few people who are as influential as they are. No cameras, no paparazzi, no one to invade their privacy in here. It was easy to get a loan and open 'Van Gogh' a few years ago, seeing all these nice men paying the overly high prices every night to impress the girls..hah..” He stared into your eyes, piercing them with sharpness as his mouth opened again. “But you're so different, love. This isn't a place for someone like you, you know?”

Taehyung next to you slid closer, his voice getting deeper whenever his eyes lingered over the mass down the lounge. His words hurt, although they were understandable with your average income, your flabby pullover and no real make up, not talking about the money you had in your purse. Still. You did expect him to be gentle and soft, but he turned out to be the opposite down the museum right now..

The tone in those dark vocals let you guess that there was more to it than a simple club as a shelter from paparazzi and the press, but you didn't speak up about it, your pride scratched and hurt. The thing that Tae wasn't only intelligent and charming, but a witty business partner of someone owning this kind of establishment impressed you although you couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that he had a lot of secrets under his roof.

“That's all? A simple underground club for the rich and famous? Nothing more?”, you blinked, looking up into his face the first time since you got up the VIP area, hiding your suspicion behind a mask.

The brown thatch bounced up as he let out a low chuckle. “That's all you need to know. But now you better answer me what brought you here.”

“Don't play stupid now! You knew I'd come for the vernissage you talked about..”

“Tell me.”

Something inside you requested you to better speak up as Taehyung looked as if he would eat you alive if you wouldn't spill the details as soon as possible, so you told him with shaking limbs what had drawn you down the stairs earlier and he listened well, another stone mask forming on his god like features. As you ended your babbling your cheeks were burning from his intense stares and the way his hand sneaked up and slowly began touching your wrist where the white lace was located. It itched the longer his fingers rolled it between them.

“I can't believe someone let you inside because you heard a girls name..who was it again?”, he asked calmly, but you saw the anger inflaming his eyes. The tall older guy letting you in was deep into shit if you described his appearance to Tae. If.

You smiled a little, his expressions falling from his face as you started to giggle at the ridiculousness of this situation. It was too hilarious. Y/n y/l/n was in a damn club called Van Gogh beneath the surface! Somehow this news started to sink in only now, your hands shooting up to rub over your neck. “But you're not joking, are you? This is all yours or what? It's insane.”

“Is it? Insane? I like to invest in things that are stable and bring money in, like it should be. So don't you dare laugh a second time, alright, love?”

Okay, wow. Now it was you who watched him out of small eyes before you burst into another pit of giggles. “I'm not laughing at you, so chill out. I just never expected..you in those clothes with..this sort of club in your back. So it's your own?”, you tried to explain yourself, your mood gradually rising up again after you slightly panicked because of his strange behaviour. It scared the hell out of you to be pretty honest. Of course you never expected Taehyung to own a location as it was, but it was your own fault for not asking him about his private life outside the university.

“I'm not the kind of bad boy who could own a club, you think? Love, you're so cute”, Tae's tongue rolled against his cheek, his dark orbs meeting your own and you swore he challenged you. A thing he had never done before.

“Don't even think about it, Taehyung”, you said, your courage coming back with every passing second. The longer you sat beside him the more he seemed to relax as well, his former unpredictable view changed into a softer glance out of the corner of his eyes.

Instead of answering, the handsome owner and your tutor shrugged his shoulders, standing up to walk over to the railing, his hands enclosed around the thick metal rod. He looked like a god who watched over his folk eagle-eyed and authority you never gave him credit for. The changing headlights tinging his dark body in colourful light, your gaze drawn by the fascination Kin Taehyung was for you.

“Any solution about our little problem here?”

Problem?, you asked yourself, tilting your head in confusion as the content of the question got through to you. “What kind of problem are you talking about?”

Silence was your response for mere minutes and you were sure he didn't hear you as he spoke up with his back still turned your way. “You are the problem, y/n. A tiny girl like you walking straight down my club not knowing what you would face here. No, don't say a word”, he added as you inhaled to raise your voice. “Either I have to make you forget what you have seen tonight or..”

It was the first time in ages he let you see the brown of his sparkling, round oculars, his golden skin lighted by the dancing lights above his head. Suddenly you felt hot, your body tensing at the glance he threw on you, a lopsided, seducing smile playing on his heart shaped, oh so red lips. “..you'll work as my assistant for as long as you're still in university. I could help you pay off your debts and keep you from spilling a single word to the world above 'Van Gogh'. Of course that would be our little secret, right, love?”

Your throat dried up, your mouth a desert as the last words fell out his own. He joked, didn't he? Working in a club while studying, maintaining good grades while going to his lessons AND working in the bar ever since you joined high school? How was that possible? You told him that, shaking your head and crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“You would quit the other job. I pay a lot more and you're not as dumb as some of the girls before you. I could need a helping hand that manages my boys outside those door and the girls watching you so intensely right now”, he chuckled, pointing down the many cages where the sparsely dressed women still swung their hips to the music, throwing you suspicious glances here and there.

“I decline”, you responded again, this time with more strength behind those words which elicited a smirk on Taehyung's lips. You won, but he won't accept it.

With long steps he came back to the position on the couch, his bottom lip pulled between his white teeth. “So, how will I be sure that you will shut your pretty little mouth?”

Too..close.. It was difficult to think properly while Tae closed the distance between the two of you, his breath hitting your face and you smelled the expensive, intense cologne he always wore; sweet and musky. You admired the tall dark angel he was tonight, knowing exactly what kind of guy he acted to be. Or was this the real act? Anyway, both sides of his had a magical effect on you. The tenebrous side he showed you made you think unnecessary dirty thoughts while the cheeky one let you day dream about amusement park dates while he taught you and your group the requirements for your exams.

Gulping loudly to wet your throat your eyes were drawn by Taehyung's tongue that slowly circled over his bottom lip before you hastily shifted to the side, avoiding any contact with his skin for your own safety. Not only did he somehow deceive your tiny little mind with being here and being exposed as 'Van Gogh's' owner, but he had a lot more secrets underneath his silky brown thatch that you couldn't risk getting touchy or worse; fucking him, either in your mind or in real life. Hence you stood up abruptly, calming your racing heartbeat alongside the tightness in your lower stomach.

“How about you make me?”, you heard yourself saying. Are you stupid, y/n?, you scolded yourself, regret filling your body. You were savage at times, but flirting wasn't your thing. Usually, it wasn't which is why you were so surprised by your question.

Pulling up his dark eyebrows your tutor nodded lazily, laying his arm over the rest in his back. “Come here then, love. I can make you shut up many many times if you want.”

The heat rushing into your cheeks shaded them in a bright red as to why you only scratched your neck. “It was a joke.”

Not believing a single word you said Tae stood up, holding out his hand for you to grab. “I'll show you the backside where the stuff enters the club. You should leave before I make you regret another joke you pull.”

Nodding with a tensed snicker you reluctantly grabbed his large hand, his skin so very warm you wanted to hold onto it for a while longer. But the hallway he led you through was a short one, several doors leading to changing rooms and you also saw a kitchen on the right side. It was definitely lighter than the main entrance you came from, still you couldn't shake off the feeling that those rooms hid a lot darker secrets than the black and red corridor you came from. You never contemplated that someone like him would be here tonight or you finding out about 'Van Gogh' at all, but you were astonished at the same time. And heavily curious what else was going on below the breathtaking museum. The second the museum flashed before your eyes you froze, Taehyung falling back as you didn't move.

“The museum..”, you whispered, your view focused into a distance without seeing anything at all. “D-does that mean..”

“Jup, it's mine.”

That was all he said, a short, simple sentence and he shone in another light for you. Again. There were so many sides to him that you felt dizzy. “Why didn't you tell me? That's amazing!”

Taehyung, with your hand in his, glanced over his shoulder, disbelief lacing his features. “You think owning a museum is amazing, but owning an expensive club under the ground not? God, y/n, what is wrong with that mind of yours?”

The low chuckles escaping him made you grin shyly whilst you shrugged your shoulders. “Can't deny that.”

Shaking his bouncing hair he pulled at your arm, the next thing you knew being led into another corridor, this one a lot friendlier, with a staircase up the exit. You two climbed them before Tae opened the door with his index fingerprint; one of those high tech gadgets implemented at it's frame. To your surprise you landed on the backside of the museum, in the middle of the beautiful garden where dozens of dark blue roses bloomed, the couple lights lining a path through the garden itself. Your mouth shot open as you saw the beauty of it at night and swore you would come back once the sun shone down on the green grass.

“I have to come back!”, you said out loud and with a lot more enthusiasm than necessary.

Taehyung next to you who crossed his arms in front of his broad, in ebony dressed, chest arched his brows again. “I could show you the vernissage before everyone else.”

The lamps in the garden didn't even compete with the shining of your eyes as they widened at the meaning of the handsome's words. He would show you everything before it started? Tonight was the biggest, most unrealistic dream of your life. Too many incidences happening you lost count while you pinched yourself. This wasn't a dream. This was reality.

“Y-you would? When? Oh, this is so exciting!”, you cheered quietly, a bit ashamed by your rose cheeks and the smile you tried desperately to repress by biting your inner cheek.

“I would show you, but only my employees are allowed to”, he added with a wide, mighty smirk.

All cheerfulness wiped off of your face you stared blankly at him. What a mischievous devil! He knew exactly what strings to pull; not only with you, that was more than sure!

Not knowing what drove you, you stepped forward one step before you turned around with inflamed cheeks again. “That was mean.”

It took a couple of seconds until you heard the rustling of his leather jacket ere you saw his tall body right in front of you. To look into his perfectly shaped face you had to lay your head into your neck, the expression on your face changing drastically at the stare Taehyung granted you with. Without any signal you were grabbed by the shoulders and pulled on your tip toes, your eyes shooting wider than ever. His red lips were soft, demanding and controlled as he pressed them onto yours, his eyes closed so you were able to see the long, black lashes of his laying gently on his cheeks. His skin was shining while your lids became heavy as well and you let go, being shook but enjoying the warmth on your mouth. It was too long ago a guy kissed you. No one ever doing it the same as he did right that moment. Feeling Taehyung's firm grip wandering down to your waist, the hot breath of his beginning to mix within your own while you opened your mouth slightly to welcome his tongue. Taking his own sweet time with you melting under his touch, his softness tasting your lips whilst his tongue nipped on yours, faintly, not too much to frighten you. You had never experienced such a controlled, superior kiss, but it was what you craved for since a long, long time ago. That's why your fingers traced over his chest up to his hair that you stroked before holding onto his neck, pressing him tighter on you. You two stayed that way for about a minute before Taehyung untangled your hands and stepped away immediately as if time ran out.

You witnessed the laboured breathing, how his chest rose too fast, but in the same rhythm as yours. What happened just now? It was unbelievable. Everything about this evening and early night an unfathomable dream you didn't want to wake up from. The hair on your arms stood up, your heartbeat stronger than before and the tight pull inside your core urging you to keep going further.

“I accept this as payment for the early excursion through the exhibition in 5 days”, Tae said, back to his calm self whilst he licked his lips, his black pupils focusing on your body.

Hot. You felt too damn hot under his eyes that you started to play with your shirt, the invitation sinking in. He turned you upside down alongside your libido that inflamed the longer you and Taehyung stood so close to each other. With wobbling legs you tried to hold your head high, walking past the man who kissed you a second earlier. You had to get some air or else would do something you would regret in the morning.

“See ya on Tuesday for literature”, your voice was heard in the garden, too high pitched for your own good, the reason standing behind you like a fallen angel.

Instead of answering his low chuckle laced with darkness and seduction echoed through the night and chased you home whilst you constantly gnawed on your bottom lip, tasting the mint sweetness of Taehyung's plump lips on yours for the next hours. God, if you knew that this was the foretaste of an unbearable addiction – and some dark secrets.

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@shadowfaery7 Thanks for this!! You have inspired something lol

Hello darkness, my old friend

I've come to talk with you again

Because a vision softly creeping

Left its seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound of silence

"Ginevra.....Ginevra....."

She woke up instantly and screamed as she tumbled out of her four poster bed. She gritted her teeth as her arm throbbed from hitting the concrete ground. 

She looked around quickly to see if any of her dormmates had awakened. Shockingly, they had not. 

She stood up and shivered, the cold air against her skin along with her dream chilling her. She stood there, letting her mind come to the realization that she was in her 5th year bow, 15 years old, no longer in possession of the diary. It was destroyed, locked away in Dumbledore's office. 

"Ginevra.....sweet Ginevra....."

Ginny let out a gasp as she looked around frantically. Her mind had to be playing tricks on her.  She couldn't he hearing Tom's voice. Not now. He was gone wasn't he? Harry had stabbed the diary along with his memory with a basilisk fang 4 years ago. 

"You're losing it, Gin," she whispered to herself. 

"Come to me, Ginevra....I miss you...."

Her body froze. She had heard that clear as day, as if Tom had whispered it into her ear from behind. She willed herself to turn around. 

He wasn't there. 

She breathed in deep as she tried to compose herself. She grabbed her brother Bill's oversized bedroom robe and wrapped it around her. She slipped her feet into her slippers, grabbed her wand, and crept out of her dorm. 

It was 2 in the morning, but she had to take a walk. She had to get some air. 

She walked down the stairs and into the common room where she had paused. She spotted a sleeping Ron and Hermione in front of the fireplace, Hermione's head laying on Ron's shoulder with his arm around her in a comforting embrace. She shook her head as she tiptoed past them. They must have been waiting for Harry to get back from wherever he was. Wherever he wouldn't tell her.

She made her way out of the portrait hole, careful not to wake the Fat Lady, as she would surely cry out and awaken the entire house with her nagging and carrying on about her being out at this time of night. 

"Ginevra, my love.....you've grown up so beautiful.....come to me.....come to me...."

At that, Ginny took off. She ran as fast as she could in no direction in particular. How in the world could she be hearing his voice as if she was back in her first year? I mean yes, He Who Must Not Be Named had returned, and he and Tom were indeed the same, but he should have known nothing of her. At least not to be able to contact her. The memory of Tom knew her, not Voldemort. It made no sense. 

Or did it? 

Ginny ran blindly as the voice of Tom Riddle rang in her ears. It seems to be getting louder the  more she ran. 

She had to escape it  he was taunting her. Torturing her. It wasn't fair. What had she done to warrant his return into her mind. 

The next thing she knew, she was slamming into something. Not something, someone. The force was so great that she had caused him to collide with the wall.

He let out a grunt. Ginny's squeezed her eyes shut, her mind begging that it wasn't Tom. She felt her arms being gripped tightly. 

"Weaselette?" 

Ginny's eyes popped open. She looked up at the slightly taller than her figure that was gripping at her. His smoke like eyes stared back at her in confusion. 

"Draco!!" she sobbed out, breaking from his grip and latching onto him as if he were one of her brothers.  She cried loudly into his chest, her tears damping his t-shirt. 

Draco broke free of Ginny's hold and pulled her into a nearby broom closet. He put a silencing charm up and lit the tip of his wand. 

"Weasley, what the hell are you-"

"He's back, Draco, he's back!!" cried out Ginny, tears pouring like a thunderstorm down her face. "Tom is back and he called out to me and he won't leave me alone!! I can't get rid of him!!"

Draco gave Ginny a look of disgust. "I dont have fucking time for this, Weasley!!" he spat. "Stop being stupid, of course he's back!!"

"You don't understand!!" yelled Ginny, pounding at Draco's chest with her fist. "He's calling out to me!! He wants me to come to him!!"

Draco grabbed Ginny's arms, preventing her fists from making contact with his chest again. "And? What am I supposed to do about it? Why don't you run and tell your precious Potter about it??"

Ginny's eyes grew wide as she stared at Draco. She felt anger replace her fear as she snatched her arms away. 

"I tell you that I'm hearing Tom Riddle's fucking voice in my head and all you can respond with is Harry?!? Are you fucking mental??"

"I'm not the one that ran to him, Weasley!!"

"Ginny!!"

"I said what I said!! You don't need my help anymore when you have his saintly ass to run to!!" yelled Draco, his voice slightly cracking. 

Ginny stared at Draco in disbelief. "You're still angry about that?!? You knew damn well that we couldn't....No!! I'm not discussing this with you right now!! Please, Draco!! I can't take it!! I feel the darkness again!! And I need you!!"

Draco felt the wall that he had quickly built up start to crumble. To hell with Ginny Weasley.  He had said it himself the moment he saw her and fucking Harry Potter walk hand in hand for the first time at breakfast. He had vowed not to speak to her. To forget her existence entirely, which was very difficult to do as he saw her at least five times every fucking weekday. She had chose Harry over him. In friendship, in partnership....in love....

"Gin..." he whispered. 

"Please...." she said, latching onto him again. 

The wall succumbed to her plea. Draco wrapped his arms around Ginny, squeezing her closer to him as he kissed the top of her head. What was he thinking? She had had a power over him since he was 12 years old and first encountered her in Borgin and Burkes. He had found her multiple times in the strangest places when he was in his second year. They had developed a secret kinship and he was the only one that knew outside of her family, Dumbledore, a few teachers, and of course fucking Potter and Granger that knew that Tom Riddle had caused Ginny to open the Chamber of Secrets. 

She was a mess her entire second and third years. Which she only showed to Draco. He was the only one that knew of Ginny's cutting, which he had to eventually put a charm on her to force her to stop whenever she felt the urge. He was the only one that she told exactly everything both friendly as well as almost sexual that Tom had said to her. That she was pretty. That if she was any older, they would be together. How when she would get older he imagined she would grow nicely into her body. Being 15 at the time, Draco had wished the memory of Tom Riddle was still around so he could have destroyed him himself. 

At the same time, it was Ginny who knew everything about Draco and his family and never told anyone. She was the one that although she wanted to believe Harry that Voldemort had returned when he had said so. Draco had confirmed it in a letter he had written to her about the man staying at his home. About how it seemed the room would chill when he would enter it. How he felt more than uncomfortable when Voldemort would say his name. How he was more scared of becoming a Death Eater than eager to be like his father. He didn't want it at all actually. 

They had shared a many a conversation in secret meeting spots around the school. Each of them felt that they had a darkness in them that they couldn't escape. But somehow, when the two was together, it seemed to not bother them. The darkness didn't seem so intense when they would be around each other. And they soon found themselves seeking each other out more and more for comfort, for a cry, and just to be near one another. 

He had grown to love being around her. He had began to make decisions about not doing the things that he was supposed to be doing all because of her. There was a plan. It should have been carried out ages ago. He was stalling. Horribly. Because of Ginny Weasley. 

And when she chose Potter over him, all bets were off.

"What does he want with me, Draco?" he heard Ginny whisper, bringing his focus back to her. "I don't want to hurt anyone else."

"You won't hurt anyone," reassured Draco. 

"How do you know that?"

"I just do. You're not capable of it. Like....like I am." he sighed. 

Ginny looked up at Draco and watched as his eyes swirled with sadness and dread. She had known that there was something going on with him ever since he had written her last summer to stay away from him, which of course she didn't listen to. He has told her that he was dangerous. That something terrible was going to happen if she continued to interact with him. But Ginny stubbornly stuck with him, and he willingly let her.

"Stop it," said Ginny firmly, putting her hand on Draco's cheek. "You won't hurt anyone." 

"How do you know that, Ginny?" said Draco, his cheek warming to Ginn's gentle touch. "You don't know what I'm capable of." 

Ginny forced a smile. "I know you wont hurt me."

Draco gazed intensely into Ginny's brown eyes. Ginny stares back just as hard. She  gasped, thinking for a second she saw something flicker in his eyes. Something that wasn't him. Before she could figure it out, she felt Draco's lips crash into hers. Though she knew it was wrong, she allowed it to happen, closing her eyes and kissing him back. It felt pleading, almost painful. As if they were both crying out to each other.

"Well done, Ginevra dear. You'll need the boy." she heard Tom's silky smooth voice in her ear. 

"Well done, Draco. Bring her to me...." he heard the voice of Voldemort as if he were right in the room. 

They both jumped back from each other. Their eyes locked once again, each of them trying to work out what was happening to both themselves and each other. 

"You heard him too." they said to each other at the same time.

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Blooming Rose {Jinki x Gwiboon}

inspired by this

words count: 3247

Soothing Lips

The day had gone particularly fast and busy, customers converging at the coffee shop Jinki worked at. He hadn’t realized how long he had worked until his colleague had started cleaning some of the rounded tables near the window : it had almost been the closing time, and they hadn’t welcomed people anymore. The employee had taken good care of the few last customers until they had all left, allowing him to do the cleaning.

As usual, he had needed half an hour to do the last dishes and place the chairs upside down on the tables, moping the floor just after. Once he had been done, he had said goodbye to Jonghyun and reminded him that the next day was his day-off, then he had headed to his car to head home safely. The traffic was pretty calm at that late hour, the road being illuminated only by street lamps and cars’ headlights.

As he reached his flat, Jinki drove inside the basement to park on his dedicated spot, and he noticed the white BMW on the next one : Gwiboon had come home too. With a smile on his lips, the barista stepped out and grabbed his bag before heading to the elevator, making it go a few floors up until a robotic voice announced he had arrived. He walked to his door and didn’t bother looking for his keys since his girlfriend was already home, certainly waiting for him.

Entering and turning the hallway’s light on, he removed his coat and shoes, and frowned when he didn’t hear anyone coming to him : no footsteps, no greeting shouted from another room. The only light he could make out was weak, coming from the bedroom, so he put his bag on one of the bar’s stools and headed there. He slowly pushed the door and discover a body huddled up on the bed, only wearing a shirt that he understood was his, considering it was a bit larger than the silhouette.

He carefully approached the woman who was offering him her back, and he sat on the mattress behind her. The way it sunk under his weight made his girlfriend move her head on the pillow, and Jinki pursed his lips together. It was one of those rare moments when Gwiboon hid from the world, and even from him. The man’s hand reached her hair, softly caressing the crimson red strands.

“Hey, baby.” He whispered. “How come I didn’t see your beautiful eyes on me when I came home ?”

“Didn’t feel like getting up.” The woman answered, her voice low and a bit hoarse, as if she had cried. “Excuse me…”

“It’s fine. I missed you.”

Gwiboon’s lips eventually let a tiny smile be drawn on them, and she turned her head a bit to look at her boyfriend. As expected, her eyes had this fading tint of red that betrayed the previous tears ; Jinki frowned and made his thumb caress the pale skin above her cheekbone, making sure it wasn’t wet anymore.

“Bad day ?” He asked, keeping his hand on her cheek.

“Hm.” She nodded. “Could have been better. Way better.”

“Tell me, I’m here now. Let’s not keep this inside forever.”

“I don’t know, Jinki, it must be me overdoing again… I mean, it’s not that deep, I shouldn’t cry.”

“Why shouldn’t you ? Gwiboon, you’re never overdoing when you feel bad about something. If it feels bad, it feels bad, don’t make it worse by blaming yourself.”

The crimson haired woman sighed and turned over, lying on her back and playing with her fingers on her stomach as she stared at them. Her boyfriend had that sixth sense with her, always sensing when something was wrong and magically guessing where it could come from. Somehow, it made her feel safe when he was so close to her, and she often wished, in the middle of a working day, to go back home and lock herself in Jinki’s arms.

The safest place in this world.

Slowly, he lied on his side next to her, supporting his head with his hand, elbow on the mattress. His other hands made its way to Gwiboon’s stomach, and he intertwined their fingers. Her skin was so cold he wanted to draw her into a hug, but he knew it wasn’t the right time ; she tended to be against any physical contact when she was feeling bad, she would feel even more oppressed and he had learnt about it.

“You can tell me everything.” Jinki said, his voice already soothing to his girlfriend’s ears. “I know this look in your eyes, sweetheart, did someone criticize you again ?”

“Sort of…” The young woman replied, not looking at him. “I suppose it was only a joke.”

“Joke or not, it hurt you. What did they say ?”

“I told you it’s not that deep… they just called me something I’m not. I wasn’t even supposed to hear them.”

“How ?”

“Women’s restrooms were closed today, I had to use men’s. Two of my colleagues entered while I was locked in the toilets, and I heard them talk behind my back. Only because I told them off about something they did bad, something I had asked them to do a whole week ago.”

“What did they say ?”

“They said… they said I was a conceited bitch and that they pitied you.”

Jinki took a few seconds to swallow the information. It wasn’t the first time his girlfriend was called conceited, in a very pejorative way, because of her self-confidence on the outside. Whenever she was out, Gwiboon wore this shell she had created during her teens, showing a proud and confident image of herself. It was her way to feel safe, and the way some people were telling her how impressive she was and that they admired her for that, helped her to feel a bit more important.

But wherever there were nice people, they should be mean ones. It was like a good balance that was needed in every world. And Jinki’s girlfriend was often suffering this nastiness regarding the personality she showed ; he hated that. He hated that because he knew who she was in reality, who she was in the snugness of his arms, the real Gwiboon. Seeing her feeling so hurt, seeing the fading tears on her cheeks and the pain her eyes… he could feel anger making his blood boil in his veins.

But he had never bursted out. Because that wasn’t what his princess needed.

“They don’t know you.” Jinki said, softly, as he caressed her cheek and stared into her eyes. “And they don’t deserve to know anything about you.”

“Jinki, it’s not…”

“They don’t know how beautiful is the treasure you hide inside. The only wealth I need in my life is this treasure, do you know that ? They will never know how sweet your voice is when you whisper your love next to my ear.”

Gwiboon stopped talking, she only listened as her boyfriend approached her face with his and tenderly kissed her lips. It was a brief but meaningful kiss, like a way to illustrate his words.

“They will never know how soft your lips are, and how beautiful the words they let out are.” Jinki pursued, putting another kiss on her neck and making her giggle. “They will never know that the easiest way to make you laugh is to kiss you here.”

“Jinki…”

“You know what else they will never know because they’re just assholes ? Your shyness. And I love this shyness, the way your cheeks turn pink whenever I look at you for a bit too long, whenever I start kissing you here.”

Jinki smiled and put his lips on his girlfriend’s exposed collarbone, slightly moving the shirt’s collar aside. Gwiboon immediately blushed, just as he said, and this accuracy made her smile as she closed her eyes. The young man made the most of it to steal her a longer kiss.

“They pity me, you said ? But I’m way much happier than them, and this is all thanks to you. I know the real you, and I love you. I love when I come back home and find you, wearing my clothes because you find them comfortable, and with your hair free.” Jinki softly played with one of the woman’s strands before he put it behind her ear. “They only know the woman with her strict bun and her expensive suit, the professional Gwiboon. They don’t know my Gwiboonie, and it’s me who pity them for not having a woman as beautiful outside and inside than you.”

Saying these, the man leaned on his girlfriend and claimed her lips with an incredible gentleness. She returned the kiss and slid her hand on his cheek to hold him close, making him smile and stumble on his knees. Jinki moved his head backwards to look at her, and Gwiboon slowly opened her eyes ; she smiled, and it was one of her so honest and fragile smiles that her boyfriend loved so much.

“What would I do without you by my side ?” She asked, whispering and moving Jinki’s bangs away from his forehead. “Hm ?”

“I don’t know, maybe you would walk naked because you wouldn’t have my clothes to wear ?” The man replied, making her laugh, her so beautiful laugh resounding against the walls of the bedroom. “What would I do, is the real question.”

“You would have more clothes to wear.”

“That’s true.”

Both of them laughed together, and Jinki leaned on Gwiboon again, kissing her lips with a bit more passion than before, even though he remained the softness itself. He had always been like this, able to convey countless feelings through the simplest physical contact. He had that power on the woman, he could soothe her so easily. With only the power of his lips against her skin. He had soothing lips.

“Kiss me again.” Gwiboon whispered, and Jinki obeyed.

“You’re still tensed, baby.” The latter said, smiling. “Let me help you, hm ?”

As the words escaped his lips, close to hers, the man put a soft kiss on them before he made them go on her neck. Not too much, because she was so sensitive she was able to have the giggles with only one kiss ; no, he went down to her collarbone, kissing it on its whole length, from the exterior to the interior, until his lips were put on the small hollow between the twin bones. Starting from there, he drew a line of kisses along her body, and Gwiboon welcomed them by unbuttoning the shirt to give him access to more of her skin.

She didn’t want him to kiss the cloth, she needed the softness of his lips on her, not anywhere else. As she felt them on her stomach, she slightly moved backwards on the bed to have her upper back against the pillow, so she could press the back of her head against the wall. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to let the magic work.

She steadied her breath and she felt two virile but gentle hands move her shirt-tails aside ; they then were put on he hips naked hips, while lips were coming back on her body, this time on her lower abdomen. A comfortable warmth invaded her body, coming from where his boyfriend’s mouth had just imprinted her skin. She kept her eyes closed, only feeling Jinki’s hand sliding to her thin thighs and carefully, gently spreading them ; she knew where this was going, and she knew this had nothing to do with pure lust.

Jinki was just being the magician he was, in his way.

He looked up to see if Gwiboon was still with him, and smiled when he noticed her slow, steady breath. But her shoulders were still tensed, he could see it, just like he was seeing her chest quiver when one of her inhalations was broken again. Thus, he put his lips on the inside of her left thigh, while he caressed the right one with his hand. He pressed his thumb against the muscle, several times, willing to soothe her.

His kisses on her skin slowly made their way towards a deeper inside, until they found their treasure : Jinki placed the softest kiss on her the petals of her beautiful rose, making her shudder and drawing shivers on her body. Looking at her, he noticed her furrowed eyebrows for a second, and pressed his lips there once again. He wasn’t aggressive, nor in some rush to please her, no. It wasn’t his purpose.

With an infinite gentleness, he played with his lips, kissing hers, slowly sucking on them. After a few seconds, he felt her legs relaxing and being spread a bit more, and he made the tip of his tongue go up before focusing his mouth on this special petal that was calling for him. This so simple gesture drew a muffled moan out of Gwiboon’s lips, which she left half open to release a sigh. Another shiver ran down her spine and the warmth she was feeling inside slowly intensified ; she was feeling more comfortable by the seconds passing, and she eventually opened her eyes.

Looking down, she noticed how Jinki was looking at her, with his eyes full of affection and the pressure of his lips always so gentle. She smiled, her cheekbones tinted with a shy shade of pink, but there was no trace of pain anymore in her look. Her eyelids slightly closed, yet not completely, just enough to relish the sweet sensation those soothing lips were giving her while looking at their owner.

The man smiled with his eyes and set a steady and peaceful rhythm up with his lips, kissing each petal of his Gwiboon’s flower. His girlfriend let go of the sheet to approach his face with her hand, slightly pushing his bangs away another time, to have a better sight of his expressive look. She kept her fingers on Jinki’s hair and gently caressed them, her thighs completely spread and resting on the mattress now that she was relaxed enough to let her body unwind.

A sigh escaped her lips when she felt a sudden wave of pleasure shake her from inside, yet it wasn’t strong… it was just like her boyfriend’s magic : calm, pleasant, soothing her even more. She leaned a bit more against the pillow, which welcomed her like a comfortable cloud while she was seeing some first small stars before her eyes.

“Today was good, hmm…” She said, her hand still caressing Jinki’s hair. “Despite that… I don’t know if you remember that file I told you about… important one, hm…”

“Hmhmm…?” Her boyfriend hummed, his lips and tongue still busy keeping their pacifying rhythm on her rose.

“I managed to close it… but it made me skip lunch and— ouch, hey…” Gwiboon looked down to find Jinki frowning between her thighs, and it made her laugh a bit. “Don’t worry, I ate… I ordered sushis and took a long well-deserved break. Happy ?”

“Happy.” The man smiled, letting go of her to press a kiss on her lower abdomen. “What about your afternoon ?” He went back to his previous work, making his girlfriend shiver and close her eyes for a second, her lips parting to let a high pitched moan out.

“I-I… hmm… wait, it’s good… my afternoon was… peaceful, just some reports to check and… hey, you’re tickling me…”

“I’ve always been good at soothing you, right baby ? Keep talking to me, I like hearing your voice and listening to your words. Go on.”

Gwiboon giggled and bit her lip, before she leaned her head back against the wall. With her hand still stroking her boyfriend’s hair, she talked more comfortably about what she had done during her day, almost forgetting about what Jinki was doing to her. As she reached the end of her working day, she was reminded of what she had heard but before she could tense up again, the man pressed his lips and tongue harder against her precious petal, teasing the special spot to distract her.

She smiled and moaned at the same time, and this combined expression on her already beautiful face sent stars in Jinki’s eyes.

“Forget about them.” He whispered, staying extremely close so his hot breath tickled his girlfriend’s rose and made her quiver with pleasure. “You’re beautiful.”

With these words, the soothing magic turned into something a bit more teasing, the man intensifying the pressure and making his tongue more playful than before. Without warning Gwiboon, he gently grabbed her by her hips and pulled her so she could lie down, without any brutality. Her back touched the mattress and she lifted one of her arms above her head to grab the pillow behind it ; her other hand was still on Jinki’s hair, not holding it but just with her palm on it.

The latter made his hands caress the soft skin of her abdomen as he tasted her flavor with even more expertise, in this wonderful way he had to combine passion and gentleness. Never did his tongue bluntly lick her petals, nor did his lips loudly suck ; he remained quiet and so close to her, only wishing to arrose his rose until it started blooming. He was looking at her chest rising slightly faster yet not abruptly, the pleasure he was sending her travelling through her body by long and pleasantly burning waves.

Gwiboon stopped talking to keep her mouth half open, her eyes shut and her cheeks red, warm ; her face was gleaming with drops of sweat, just like her neck and chest. When Jinki added more pressure against the already so sensitive heart of her rose, it wasn’t a wave anymore, but an ocean, that shook her from inside. Her mind was carried away as stars were the only thing she saw behind her closed eyelids, and a strangled, high-pitched sound escaped her lips, before they mouthed a “yes” and moaned her boyfriend’s name.

She wasn’t really aware of the sounds she was making, but what she knew was that Jinki heard her, because he didn’t stop. He deliciously, sweetly tortured her swollen petal until she couldn’t think anymore. Her back slightly raised from the bed, and her boyfriend immediately slid his arm behind it to hold her ; the next thing she knew, she was somewhere else.

Everything went white, while a last wave enveloped her body in this indescribable sensation and made her heart explode ; the heart in her chest, but also the heart that was her man’s prisoner in this instant. She felt like daydreaming, light as if nothing was holding her, as if she was flying on the spot with only the idea of having Jinki as closely as possible to her. That was all she needed.

A few seconds flew by, and when she felt like her legs weren’t supporting her weight anymore, the hand behind her back did it for them as she came back on the mattress. She remained there, lying with her eyes closed and her breath slightly panting, and she smiled when she felt those soothing lips drawing a path of open-mouthed kisses up her body. She waited, appreciating the touches, until her lips were claimed. Instinctively, she embraced the body above her and pulled it closer, feeling Jinki as much as possible and returning a passionately sweet kiss.

The rose had bloomed.

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