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extensive gig reports, Berlin 12.03.24 + Leipzig 13.03.24 💕

they got kinda long oops

Berlin

queue curse: missed jure walking by and nace and kris laughing at the queue for turning up the volume of cha cha cha because of looking for a public toilet and getting food respectively 🫠

jc stewart also walked by like four? times and people only started noticing around the third time or something, sorry jc stewart

bojan said that they love playing in smaller venues during soundcheck which made me laugh because of the downgraded berlin venue

kris ngvot but he looked so unenthusiastic about it and only did it after talking to bojan who I guess talked him into it? sorry kris, you were amazing though

bojan loved the shirt @zadig-fate made for him ❤️ he's such a nerd for being obsessed with eurotrip and was so excited to be like “this is a eurotrip quote!!!” lmao

bojan got a harmonica, said he couldn't play it, and then still played the wedding march on it because of course he was able to do that

bojan's slut leather(?) shirt 🫠 I hope damon suggested he should wear it because you could see his chest very well and he was moving so much and jfc

ended up on kris's side and since this was a no barrier stage he and his pants and ass were so close to me that I felt awkward directly looking at him 😭

jan just doing jan stuff. annoying jure and hitting his cymbals. casually sitting down onto the piano chair during umazane misli while continuing to play the guitar. this guy I swear

bojan got so emotional during EW that it actually made me emotional too. and the panic attack cheer 😂

the fact that the song can stay “schlager” for us german audiences and bojan yapping something about imagining that we're at an old people birthday party or something idk

the guys were very confused about the berlin flag 😂 jan was kinda holding it, very unsure, then went over to kiki, then went over to nace and they were just kind of. looking at the flag and then jan turned to kris and mouthed "berlin??" and kris signalled him a yes which was very funny

just. the vibes of the crowd. everyone was so respectful and we genuinely had an amazing energy. berlin crowd I love you so much

vita said they got the stage measurements beforehand and knew that racik's art wouldn't fit on the stage lmao. she's also super sweet and so easy to talk to. love u vita thanks for all the photos (selfishly glad she's pausing her studies for this)

hugged teya before she had to leave and didn't get to talk to nace and kris but managed to catch jan afterwards and had him sign in my gig book and it was? such a nice crowd? everyone was waiting and chatting for a bit and then when we were all finished jan was hovering there a bit awkwardly before saying bye and leaving. it was amazing and so chill (again. berlin crowd I love you.)

Leipzig

jure was walking by and we waved and a person turned around to see who we were waving at and let out a very loud “oh my god” after spotting jure. absolutely hilarious, we all burst out laughing

while the queue was being organised, kris, jc stewart with jure, vita, and nace behind them were walking down the street next to the queue and nace waved at us but no one paid attention (busy with the queue) so he kinda. stopped lmao

literally like ten minutes after that, jan seemed to try catching up to them but didn't know where to go so he just stared very intently at his phone and stopped in the middle of the street, turned left and walked right by us, then apparently went to far and had to turn back. top ten janči moments

kris walked into the soundcheck with a mug in his hand and left pretty quickly again after soundcheck was finished, he's just so funny to me

bojan said that it was a nice change that the EA crowd were mostly germans which like. ok.

the boys came down to us to talk and take pics with us after the soundcheck??? so nice of them but it confused the hell out of me (I wasn't prepared and was very intimidated by suddenly having a bojan directly in front of me)

a friend I was with asked bojan about the jo travel curse and munich because it's been horrible at least for us living in germany (snow chaos for munich, snow chaos when trying to travel to esns in january, train strike on the day of the berlin gig) and he just kinda forgot about munich until he was like “oh yeah right. it was still an amazing gig though.” 🥺

okay so. now we come to what was an absolutely insane concert

first we saw the eyeliner jure pic and went “oh my god??” and then he actually came on stage like that and we lost it. and then bojan came on stage with that lace shirt and we lost it again. not kidding when I say my favourite insane moment was me turning around to grip @itskrejsaitsparty's hand as I was trying to comprehend what I was seeing. Just. jfc.

bojan asked who had never been to a JO gig before and from what I could see it was around 50%? so there were a lot of new people which is probably also one reason why the energy was insane like that

bojan couldn't stop holding his belt and thrusting his hips, what the fuck 🫠

since I was in the middle I was also privvy to many cute jance looks and moments, they really are just like that on stage

the nace solo because someone requested a bass solo?? and how nace started and everyone joined and then bojan's “let's go nace” just. what even was happening at that point

everything surrounding metulji. first bojan giving jan that pic to “get him in the mood.” jan pretending to kiss it. it falling down making us all giggle and bojan already being on the brink of losing it and then losing it completely and jan stopping to just play different chords on the piano while bojan was trying to get it together. we really broke him 😭 and he was trying so hard to get back into the sad metulji mood and then he apologised for it afterwards like “i'm sorry this was so unprofessional of me” like dude. the was the best moment I've ever seen on stage

bojan was so keyed up that when kiki came to him to switch guitars he just bounced around him and started saying stuff to kiki and leaned his face towards him (I wouldn't be surprised if he expected another cheek kiss but shhhhh)

bojan AGAIN because he was jumping over the barrier and back on stage right next to me after umazane misli and I was like. what do I do. Do I, like, help him??? Can he do it by himself??? what if he topples over and I'm right next to him. Gah. In the end I just pressed myself back into @braveheart1418, stared at the back of bojan's lace shirt in slight horror and let Kiki do his thing 🫠 (I need a bojči break now I'm too anxious for any of this)

the gig went by so quickly because of all the stuff that happened that it was such a surprise when they said it was nearly over

I literally sank onto the floor after the gig because I couldn't understand what had just happened. so many memorable moments. I'm glad everyone just went down onto the floor with me, love you ❤️

everyone (except kris) came out to talk and take pics afterwards but bojan left quickly because of his health. and also, you know. damon baker. what a sweetheart. with all the stuff that happened, being able to talk to him about his art was such a lovely moment and I still can't believe that he was there

In the most funniest turn of events I managed to have everyone including damon baker sign in my gig book except for kris which is hilarious to me and so very fitting for him

I'm still trying process everything that happened but thank you so much to everyone I met and talked to and who made stuff for me, in particular @zadig-fate, @izpira-se-zlato, @braveheart1418, @esskuesli, @occhi-verdi-come-il-mare and @itskrejsaitsparty 💕💕💕

#joker out #gig report #I'm still dead this took me around two hours or sth #personal #Berlin gig #Leipzig gig

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t3kandson · 11 months

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Saviour

Word count; 6,173

Fandom; NCT Dream

Pairing; Reader X Lee Jeno & Reader X Lee Donghyuk

Characters; Lee Jeno, Lee Donghyuk, Na Jaemin & Park Jisung. Mentions of Lee Mark, Huang Renjun & Zhong Chenle.

Warning; Angst, Degrading, Emotional Abusive Relationship, Arranged Marriage, Child abuse (Adult Child), House Arrest, Open Relationships, Fingering, Oral (Giving) & Protected Sex.

Notes; Sequel to Stranger

Happy birthday Haechan ❤️😘

Taglist; @painted-hills @devinitysann

Dinner was awkward, you and Jeno’s eyes avoiding each other as your parents spoke of your future. You didn’t know how you could come to terms with the fact that this man who you slept with was now your future husband. It should have felt like great news because in hindsight you had chosen him. But you had shown him your vulnerability. More importantly he was a fuck boy himself. Could you even imagine him settling down and being completely loyal to you? This marriage would be built up with mistress’s a dozen. “Well we can take her back tonight,” Mr Lee said snatching both yours and Jeno’s attention. “Pardon,” your father said looking as confused as you did. “Darling we have to let her go at some point,” your mother said swirling her hand on her husbands chest. “It’ll be a chance for Y/N to get use to the way we live, being different to her own upbringing,” Mr Lee said as your father winced at his words. “Works really busy father,” Jeno said looking hesitant as his eyes skipped to you a mere second. “I’ll sort it, I will have Mark take the work load for you till just after the wedding,” his father responded as Jeno looked annoyed. His eyes found yours and for some strange reason you felt as if he was thoroughly pissed off with you. He knew you didn’t want this wedding you as Mirae had told him last night. “That’s not a problem is it darling,” your mother said snatching your attention from Jeno as you looked puzzled her way. “For how long?” You asked as Mr Lee and your mother laughed. “I think they mean forever,” Jeno said, his eyes taking yours, looking amused with the news that you was being snatched away quicker then you was prepared for. Your eyes attempted to search for your father in a last bid attempt as your heart raced, but he failed to give such contact. “That is ok right?” Mr Lee asked as you felt your mothers scorning eyes from the corner of your own. “I guess so,” you said defeated as you realised you had to accept your fate. “It’s ok Jeno will look after you,” Mr Lee said reassuringly as you looked to your future husband. He sat their looking cocky with his arms folded as your face flushed red. You knew how well he could look after you already. “So we are agreed, you should come home with us?” Mr Lee asked looking delighted as you nodded reluctantly. “Can I be excused to pack,” you said standing to face your father as he nodded in a mere moment of eye contact. “That isn’t necessary, I have everything you could potentially need,” Mr Lee smiled as you looked at him confused. “The wife of the heir to Dream Enterprise, she Needs to be dressed in style. So it’s natural that we already have your clothes ready. Your stylist has already arranged with your mother,” he said as he smiled at your happy excited mother with doe eyes. “What about personalised items?” you question a little abrupt. “Soomin forgive my daughter, she sometimes forgets to construe her words correctly. She’s really is grateful,” your mother flirted as you rolled your eyes. “No offence Joonhyun,” he said as your father tensed when he turned back to you. “My family are much more on a superior life style to the one your use to. Your be leaving your life behind, it will be difficult being some one much more sophisticated. But you’ll become successful from being the most beautiful person on my sons arms. Your also gift some beautiful children and Jeno’s heir to the family business once my days are numbered,” Mr Lee said, your fist tightened at his ability to look his nose down at your father. It was then that a member of staff approached the table whispering in Mr Lee’s ears.

Your eyes in one more attempt to find your father’s in a silent plea to end this arrangement. But he look defeated and worn that he refused to look, remaining focused on consuming the dinner that Mr Lee couldn’t even be gracious to eat. “Apologies, theirs a matter that needs resolving, so I have to thank you for your entertainment,” Mr Lee said to your parents. He reached in to his pocket to remove an empty wad of Cash in a envelope to place by your father’s plate. Your mothers greed snapped in as she hungrily took the money. Smiling her way at the daughter that she was selling. Watery eyes you accepted your fate and you stood waiting for your instruction to the new life that you was about to be forced to live.

When he stood outside the house, you realised an extra car waiting as you looked at your father Inlaw. “I thought that the car journey back to Seoul would be a great opportunity for You two to get to know each other,” he said as you heard Jeno breathe out deeply. “Father with all due respect,” , “No if’s and No butts. And be a gentleman won’t you,” he cut him off scorning him as he entered his own car. You stood silently watching the car pull off as Jeno looked your way. His eyebrow raised with annoyance on his face. “You happy with your choice now Mirae,” he growled eyes widened as he entered the car slamming the door behind him. You looked back towards the house, your father watching from a window of his room looking torn. You smiled briefly waving at him as tears started to fall. He walked away from the curtain instantly as your heart fell. You sniffled and made your way to the other side of the car door.

Sliding beside him he shuffled to get as far from you as he could. How was this the same person who you slept with the night prior. The long journey was mostly filled with silence. You realised that your future was to basically be enslaved to this very man and the company brand. “I don’t want people to know about the other night,” Jeno eventually said as he looked at you for the first time properly. “I didn’t plan to,” you said before your eyes took back to the window. “I take it I will be expecting many other women,” you asked looking back his way as he’s eyes widened. “What do you expect from Old, Powerful and Ugly,” he growled as you blinked his way. “Are you angry because of the words I said when I didn’t realise who you was?” You questioned as he laughed almost in disbelief. “Shouldn’t have said words for a future you couldn’t expect,” he snorted as you looked at him bewildered. “Did you know who I was?” You scoffed. “No because If I did I would have ran, so very far far away,” he said with venom in his tone. “Good enough to shag not good enough to marry,” you growled his way and he continues to laugh vindictively. “May I remind you you shagged and ran, don’t make me out to be the dark one here,” he spat out. “I suggest you don’t talk to me the rest of the journey home and somehow find a way to end this little arrangement,” you replied bitterly. “Trust me if I could get rid of you I would,” he hissed before turning his back on you. Your anger was travelling through your veins at how rude he was.

When you arrived Jeno didn’t even wait to introduce you to the ways of the house, dashing off happy to get rid of you. You stood their in the hallway seconds from tears, twiddling your fingers praying for Mr Lee to come to your rescue to give you guidance. Closing your eyes you bit them to avoid the tears falling. When you opened them up, you found a face looking your way. “Your new here, you must be the lovely Y/N,” the smiley face man that you presumed was staff, till you noticed his clothing. “I’m Jeno’s brother, the better looking one,” he smirked as you tilted your head his way. “You look upset, what’s he done now? One day with you and he’s putting that kind of face on you,” he grumbles looking up towards the direction you saw Jeno leave to. “Right as it seems he isn’t gentleman to show you around looks like it’s my job,” he said smiling your way with his hand reached out to you. “Thanks,” you choke feeling warmed by his welcoming. “You don’t need to thank me for just offering to show you around. You won’t survive here if you become all shy. You need to be a little more assertive, daring even,” he said smirking mischievously. “You didn’t give me your name,” you said taking the hand on offer as he pulled you towards him. “Lee Donghyuk but some people call me Haechan around here,” he said pulling his hands around your waist as he moves you towards the living room.

Donghyuk showed you around the mansion, showing the many places you could and even couldn’t visit. Showing you how to sneak past the many guards that Mr Lee had produced around the mansion. Before long you was chuckling at his mad rebel antics. You was soon introduced to their Cousin Jaemin. Though he was quiet, he was very pretty and had the most beautiful smile, that you could happily watch the twinkle in his eyes all day. He had seemed to noticed your apparent dreamy state and started heavy blushing your way. Donghyuk seemed to be a little irritated at your ogling and before you could talk properly, he was off on the next introduction. Another Cousin introduced was Jisung who was looking confused your way when you walked into their Cinema room. “Oh yes I forgot,” Donghyuk said looking sheepishly. “I was suppose to get popcorn for our movie,” he explained as you looked confused. “I’m sorry I’ve taken up your time,” you said feeling guilty as Jisung looked panicky your way. “It’s ok why don’t you join us,” he smiled warmly as you couldn’t help but smile at that goofy grin of his. “That sounds perfect, but I really am exhausted. I’ve travelled for such a long time,” You said as they both looked slightly disappointed. “The thing is I haven’t been told where my room is,” you said looking embarrassed. “Didn’t Jeno take you to your apartment?” Jisung scoffed as you shook your head. “Gentleman as ever,” Donghyuk growled as Jisung deadpanned his way. “I’ll take you to Jeno’s apartment,” Donghyuk said placing his arms softly on your shoulders. “Wait i will be sharing an apartment with him?” you asked in horror as Donghyuk looked at you amused. “That is generally where couples live, together, is it not?” He said tilting his head as your mind started to panic. “Yes but we’re not even married,” you said looking like your heart would give in. “It’s just an shared apartment not a shared bed. But then this is Jeno. I’m surprised he didn’t already do her in the car on the way,” he sniggered as Jisung called him out. You couldn’t help but blush knowing that you had already slept with him, even if it wasn’t in the car as they suggested. “You did didn’t you?” Jisung said with a mixture of amusement beneath his horror. “No car sex,” you said honestly as they shared a slight look of disbelief between them. “Right let’s get you to your husband,” Donghyuk said amused. “He’s not my husband,” you growled while Donghyuk and Jisung exchanged worried looks as you turned to find Jeno standing behind you. “Feelings mutual trust me. To think I will be stuck with you forever,” he said looking disgusted at you that it pierced your heart. “Hyung,” Jisung scolded as he looked his way softening slightly before looking back at you with venom in his expression. “Are you finished with your play date and ready to actually follow me this time,” Jeno growls your way as you nod feeling too exhausted to fight back.

You followed him back to the apartment in silence. You knew he despised you that it was pointless speaking with him. Stepping through the apartment, you realised it was reasonably small for an heir of a company, but you wondered if that’s how Jeno liked it. “Your room is over there,” Jeno said arms folded as he watched your eyes roam the small combined living room & kitchen. “Food is there,” he added pointing in the direction of the kitchen space. “Are they’re any house rules?” you asked as he looked his way warmer then since your reunion. “Not really, not while your here. The rules basically start out there,” he said a little warmer as you smiled his way. “Are they’re any foods I should be careful not to serve you?” You ask him in a desperate seek to know more. “Why are you willing to be a house wife now?” He chuckled amused. “Isn’t that my job right?” You question as he rolls his tongue down his inner cheek. Your memory is flashed from the previous night. It was dark and dangerous to your inner core not just viewing it, but remembering what you got up to the night prior. “Your job is to just look pretty, be loyal, obedient and well have my baby’s. Cooking me meals I won’t be here to eat most days won’t be part of your requirement,” he said sternly. Like his switch of coldness it felt like you had been snapped back into place. Just as you was about to make a comment his phone rang leaving him to look at his device in a devilish feature. “Just one of my, what did you call it, yes mistresses…… night Mirae,” he chuckled walking into his room. You could hear his excitement in his callers company. As soon as the door shut you breathed out as if you was struggling for breath. Finding yourself to your own room you could have cried seeing how small it was. It was just a box room that you could have easy mistaken for a broom cupboard. Was this your future in a fake yet rich powerful family. You spent that night crying yourself to sleep cursing your mother’s name for the life she had pushed on you.

The following day you practically didn’t leave your room. You could hear the giggles of Jeno and his female company from the thin walls. You was beyond caring having come to term to despising him.

After the fourth day the sounds of yet further throws saw your ready to not just lose your mind, but have you ready to dishonour your family. You creeped out the room as you went to leave the apartment. Panic hitting once your feet hit the carpet of the hallway. You was too busy looking at your feet the other day, you couldn’t even remember the journey you took to reach there. Taking a deep breath you attempt your way to sneak out the mansion, away from The Lee’s, From Jeno and because of this choice your own family.

You remembered the staircase which was by the main entrance. But in your attempt to locate it you found nothing but further halls on top of halls. How big was this place? And how come the future wife to the heir got a measly box room?

Huge relief suddenly hit you when you found the staircase. It was like you could finally be free, even if you had nothing but the clothes on your back. “Where are you off to?” You heard a voice behind you. “More to the point why you still wearing the same clothes you arrived in?” you turned to find Donghyuk standing there with concern on his face. “What happened,” he asked holding on to your arms. “I can’t be here anymore I need to leave,” you whimper hoping he will help you. He looks around to see if anyone’s present and grabs your hand. “With me, trust me,” he said as he pulls you down several corridors.

Pulling you into an apartment that you presume is his. You take the smaller room as if it was possible to be smaller then Jeno’s apartment. “What’s happened? He asked looking at you with concern. “Is it My brother?” He asked as you nodded with watery eyes. “Right I’m going to run you a bath, get some food in you and we are going to talk. Your going to tell me what he has done to make you want to run away. Which might I add you can’t. You are trapped here like us all,” he said looking in slight pain. “What do you mean?” You question as he smiled warmly at you. “Y/N we’re talk about it after a good bath,” he adds as he leads you to the sofa before making his way to the bathroom.

Entering the room cleaned and in Donghyuk’s PJ’s he looks lost slightly your way. “Salmon salad,” he says when he finally comes back to himself. “Sounds Yummy,” you said as you found your way to sit on the table he placed the food on. “Have you even eaten since arriving here?” He asks worried. Your sure you hear a whimper escape when you shake your head. “Why Y/N? Can you not cook?” He questions as you chuckle his way. “Yes of course I can cook,” you said as you popped a cherry tomato in your mouth. “So why have you not bathed or eaten this whole time?” He quiz’s. You took a bite of your fish savouring the taste as you looked back up to him and shrugged your shoulders. “Ok what did he do?” Donghyuk asked as you looked at him pained. “He doesn’t like me,” you said taking a sip of water. “That isn’t true, I refuse to believe that. Ok I get the feeling you’ve both butt heads, but I personally think he does like you. If he doesn’t he will. Like what’s not to like,” he smirks biting his lip as he takes you in. “I would say maybe the many girls he’s been bringing home would know more what he prefers,” you said as he choked on his water. “What the fuck,” he said almost in disbelief. “You act surprised, he’s a fuck boy,” you said as he uncomfortably sniggers. “You caught on to that right,” he said awkwardly. “Jeno can be very sexualised but it’s just a face, really I promise,” he added as if he was attempting to convince himself. “Has he not even tried to get food in you?” He whispers almost in fear for the response of his brother being a dead beat. “I’ve not seen him since he brought me to the apartment that first day. I’ve heard him but not seen him,” you said feeling full as you pushed your plate of half eaten food away. “It’ll be different once your married I’m sure, have faith,” he said his smile not reaching his eyes. “I’m not marrying him I can’t. I need to leave this place,” you pleaded almost. “Y/N they’re is no way you can leave, trust me,” he said with widened eyes. “Why?” You question as his eyes focus to your plate. “Eat some more and I will tell you,” he questions as you deadpan his way. “I mean it,” he says with more assertiveness.

Pulling the plate closer you stab your fork between more salad and a bit more of the salmon, consuming it to look his way. “One more, please,” he asks with his hands together pleading. One more repeat mouthful of your food you look back at him to continue. “Y/N this house is full of many of my father’s Children, my Cousins and trust me they’re is loads of them. You haven’t even met Renjun, Chenle or even his son that he shipped away Mark. He’s the eldest by the way. Both me and him despite his age and my beauty,” he paused to pose. “It counts for nothing, Jeno’s the future heir and we have to accept it,” he added as you looked pained his way. “Oh don’t give me the sympathy one day I will be free. But Jeno he’s the heir he will never be free. It’s made him more stressed and hard driven but that’s not the real him,” he finishes as you raise an eyebrow his way. “I thought we was talking about escaping not that man,” you snap taking him by surprise. “That’s the thing, do you not think he runs, sometimes he can get quite a distance. Like the night before he came to fetch you he managed to lose everyone, father still found him that follow morning though,” he said as you tilted your head intrigue to know if they knew what he was getting up to. “Probably escaping to another woman,” you spat out. “No that’s the thing, he was found in a room alone. He just wanted an escape, so you see he’s not the sex crazed monster you think he is,” he said smiling. You wanted to laugh at his naivety, Jeno was balls deep in to some woman, you knew 100% being that very person. “I really wish that he wasn’t as much of a monster that he lets you down with,” you chuckled seconds from slipping that very truth from your lips. “Y/N, have faith in your future husband,” he said in attempt to convince you. “Sasang Hotel Ire, he already told me he spent that night with someone,” you said sipping your water as his eyes furrowed.

“What?” He gasped. “That’s the hotel he was found in right?” You said a little too cocky to prove him wrong. “He confessed, why is he trying to hurt you with that information,” he said a little angered as you took satisfaction from making him realise what a sleaze his brother was. “Theirs me here making all the excuses and for what,” he growled standing up. “He’s made me look like an idiot in the process,” he said starting to pace around the living room. “Your not an idiot, well you are but only for wanting to protect someone who doesn’t deserve it,” you smiled his way. “You don’t get it, your stuck here. Hearing how much of a man whore your future husband is makes you more trapped. He wouldn’t even let me keep you from the pain of that knowledge,” he growled in anger as you made your way to him. “Donghyuk, it’s sweet that you wanted to protect me but you can’t condemn him for being honest with who he is. I will just be a wife in name,” you said placing a hand over his heart to bring calm. “If only he had your heart,” you said looking up to him. “Then he would be much better looking and I wouldn’t have something over him,” he teased earning you to chuckle. “You should laugh more it’s beautiful,” he added wrapping his arms around you. “Well your the only person who can put a smile on my face around here, shame it’s not you I’m marrying,” you said as you fell into his hold more that your head rested on his chest. “You wouldn’t be a wife of an heir then,” he chuckled as you heard his heart thunder under your ear. “You think I care for titles, poor man with a heart over rich and powerful any day,” you said as he hummed while playing with your hair. “Rich people aren’t that bad Cupcake,” he said that made you shiver from the pet name. You felt his hardening bulge harden against you as you broke away instantly with his face blushing like crazy.

“Y/N I’m sorry sometimes my manhood likes to remind me I’m Jeno’s brother,” he said biting his lip that was rather erotic, despite his bashful emotion. “I think maybe I should get you back,” he said walking to the door. “You getting rid of me?” You question as he looks confused your way. “Please don’t send me back there, let me have your box room,” you plead as he tilted his head looking conflicted. “Y/N you said it yourself, you honour him for being open to who he is and what’s expected of you,” he said pained. “Just one night here with out those noises while I come to terms, please,” you pleaded with him. “Y/N I may not be a fuck boy like him, but I’m still a man, and his brother. Like look,” he said pointing down towards his well noticed erection. “I shouldn’t be having this over my future sister Inlaw,” he cried as you smiled warmly at him. “You more bothered that I’m your sister Inlaw then the fact I might have said no,” you said arms folded. “Hey like I keep saying have you seen me, we would be banging right now if you wasn’t Jeno’s future wife,” he said confidently. “Stop calling me that,” you sniggered amused at his confidence. “Oh, not no I wouldn’t let you bang me, see told you,” he added wiggling his eyebrows. “That’s why we need to get you back to Jeno,” he finished more seriously. “Fine, ok,” you relented. “You can take me back to the sex monster because you can’t handle your dick around me,” you added with his confidence. He smirked amused at you flirting back. “Come on before we do something we regret,” he added opening his hand for you to take.

Opening the door to Jeno’s apartment the sound of his sexual activity flooded the hallway. Donghyuk’s face which was relaxed suddenly became enraged. Storming right in past you, he barges to Jeno’s room with you reluctantly following. “What the hell Hyuk,” Jeno growls. “I could ask you the same thing. Not just are you enduring your future mother of your children to hear these antics, you couldn’t even be bothered to make sure she was well fed, nourished even,” he snapped as you took a step back in surprise at his anger. “Stay out of it,” he barked as your eyes peaked to see the girl still underneath him. Donghyuk noticing you standing in full view of this stood looking at you in pain. “Y/N go to your room,” he said softly as you tilted your head his way. “I’m not a child,” you gasped. “Clearly not, Hyuk your condemning me yet look at you two. You helping yourself to my second helpings again are we,” Jeno sniggered as Donghyuk’s fist tightened. “Hey if you get her pregnant you would be saving me a lot more time to focus elsewhere. I promise I’ll make them a heir,” he snorted as your mind boggled. How could this be the same man who looked after you, trained you even how to be a wife in bed? “Fuck you,” he snapped stepping towards him. “Don’t Hyuk, please,” you whimpered letting his nickname fall. “Wow you must be close, wearing his clothes, pet names,” Jeno smirked as you looked up towards him with pleading eyes to calm. “You both going to watch us, hey fancy joining. Let me train you to be a wife Y/N,” Jeno chuckled behind you as you heard him thrust as his victim whimpered underneath. Instead of Donghyuk it was you that snapped finding the vase by your side. You picked it up and threw it at him narrowingly missing him. “Fuck you Lee Jeno,” you said shaking as his companion scampered to the walls. “Mirae already did,” he glared with widened egotistical eyes. “My names not Mirae,” his mistress squeaked. Jeno chuckled her way before smirking at you. Tears was beginning to fall at your eyes. “Y/N,” Donghyuk whimpered pulling you back towards him. “He’s not worth it,” Donghyuk said as he tried to remove you from the room. “Don’t forget to shut the door on your way out,” Jeno spat out behind you as Donghyuk obliged.

“Calm down cupcake,” Donghyuk said as you started shaking as adrenaline ran through you. “Why couldn’t I be marrying you,” you choked out as he chuckled warmly, pulling you toward’s his chest once more. You let his beating heart calm you as he held you while you waited for the shakes to reside. Despite the moans of Jeno’s companion reassuming you didn’t care. It was like Donghyuk was shielding you while in your arms. If only Donghyuk was the man of your future, then you know he would have made you feel safe and secure. Life would have been a prettier picture then the one you currently had. “You ok Cupcake?” Donghyuk whispers as you shake your head. “Let me know when your ready for me to let you go,” he said kissing your crown. “That would be never at this rate,” you chuckled despite being heartbroken. “Hey I’m happy forever, but we have to sleep you know,” he chuckled before realising his words. “I didn’t mean together I meant,” he paused as you looked up at him.

It was like the view of you stole his breath as his eyes widened your way almost besotted. Pressing your lips to his he whimpers, but nothing to stop you moving against his. Hands gripping around your shoulders as if he’s struggling around you. You can tell as his dick is beginning to harden once more. “Fuck his future wife like he asked,” you said between kisses and he growled which burned your core further. “Y/N,” he choke still frozen to the spot. “Be naughty with me, Be a Lee of Dream enterprise with me,” you said letting your lips hit his neck. “Y/N you don’t know what your saying,” he struggles under your touch. “I do, take me Hyukkie,” you purr under his ear that he pulls you away. His face looking conflicted before he takes one glance at Jeno’s room. Returning his view back towards you moments later, looking at you a little more lust fallen. “Let’s see who can make our girl scream the loudest,” he growls more feral as he pushes you against the wall that the picture fell off the shelf.

Lips hungry clashing with you, he rolls his body straight against your sensitive nub. “You a virgin?” He asks as you shake your head. “You on contraception?” He questions. “Just because I’m not a virgin doesn’t mean I’m a whore,” you chuckle as he smirks amused. “Wait here,” he said turning back towards Jeno’s room.

“What the hell Hyuk!” You hear Jeno complain. “Just want a condom, I might take you up on the offer but when I get a girl pregnant it won’t be for you to play father,” he growls as you hear Jeno chuckle. “You breaking her in for me are you?” he sniggers that makes you slightly irritated. “You can’t compete with me, but have your attempt,” Jeno vindictively laughs as Donghyuk flips him off walking out the room.

“As much as I would like to give you my baby,” he adds sympathetically shaking the foil in his hand. “Knocking up your sister Inlaw isn’t advised,” you sniggered. “No let’s not complicate this any more further then we have to,” he reply’s. He goes to unbelt his jeans but your hands fall to his. “You taking the lead are you?” he asks excitedly as your lips press to him for a snatched kiss. “I should at least participate in helping to produce some moans myself,” you said falling to your knee. “Hey did I tell you how much of a turn on it is having a girl take control,” he smirks down to you. “You got a submissive kink?” You tilt your head as your hand fumbles his buttons of his Jeans. “No when I’m fucking I’m in control,” he grows confidently. Hands finding their way to bring his jeans and boxers down you find his cock snapping back up. Yes it wasn’t the size of Jeno’s but it was equally as impressive. Wrapping your hands around his shaft you feel him flex his muscles to show off. Pumping him slowly he hisses in enjoyment. Letting your hand work him so the veins are throbbing, you let your mouth come closer. Tongue swirling around the head you enjoy tasting his precum. Taking more of his shaft, you start to let your mouth slide around him till you can take as much as you can handle. Hands finding your hair he scrunches moaning not caring that your hair is falling from their band. Starting your pace slow your tongue helps to rub under his shaft. Moans falling from his lips encourages your tempo to increase. “Shit…. calm down…. I’m going to cum,” fall from his lips as you chuckle. “Fuck don’t do that,” he hisses as goosebumps fill his skin from the vibration of your amusement. Hands finding his testicles he growls forcing him to remove himself. “Baby what’s up?” You pout looking up towards him. “Don’t baby me,” he growls, picking you up his lips crashing with yours as you collide with the wall. “I want to fuck you wearing my clothes,” he grins smitten removing himself. Letting his PJ bottoms your wearing fall, he chokes noticing you’ve been pantyless. “Y/N, you are not as innocent as you like to portray,” he says amused. “Never said I was,” you said tilting your head his way as his fingers find your heat. “Wow your already soaking wet, huh,” he sniggered amused as he rolls his fingers around your sensitive nub. “Baby, please just fuck me, we can play another day,” you whimper lolling your head on his shoulder, feeling the burning need driving you crazy. “Another day hey, so what is this a full on affair behind future hubby’s back,” he smirks slipping his fingers into your soaking core. “Can’t be an affair when he gave permission,” you gasp as your walls tighten around his digits. “True, true cupcake,” he says peppering kisses along your jaw before his fingers start fucking into you at speed. “Shit Hyukkie,” you whimper. “That’s good baby let him know who’s making you feel good,” Donghyuk said speeding his tempo. “I want you to know,” you cry as his speed increases. “Oh cupcake I do.” He says confidently as his fingers find the soft padding of your sensitive spot. “Aaaargh Hyukkie,” you scream was your walls clamp around him. “Fuck I want those walls around my cock.” He says removing them to rush to the foil he placed on the side.

“I’ve only had sex once before,” you whimper, anxiety hitting you from no where when you hear Jeno’s grunts from his own room. “Cupcake, trust me i’ll make this feel good,” he said reassuring you that you almost choke from remembering hearing the same words from Jeno. Fully covered he reassumed the kisses a lot more steady and passionate as he lines himself. Caging you against the wall, he slowly pushed himself in. Either it was his size or still not being use to enlarged men fucking you, you whimper as he slows his attempt to sink himself in. Thrusting with just the tip he waits till your ready to consume him further. Like he’s impatient, he pushes the whole of him in you that you cry out filling him stretch you. “Sorry, sorry I’m too greedy right now, your pussy is like a drug to me,” he whimpers into the crook of your neck as he stills. Waiting for you to adjust he starts his pace mixtures of torturous slow, as well as the deep slams to hear you cry out. You can hear silence coming from the room behind you, Like your sounds have silenced theirs. Hands digging into your ass cheeks he helps to slam you down onto his cock. His thrusts heavy yet precise that he’s hitting your cervix each time. It feels as if your swallowing him and your wall quivers around him, tethering around your release. “I’m going to cum,” you whimper as he smirks your way. Snapping his hip as his pace increases, his eyes heavily focuses on you. “Cum cupcake, cum round my cock,” he coos as your body obeys as you convulse around him. Spilling mews of his own and mantras of your name, he spills his load into the condom. His head lolls on your chest as he rides out his remaining thrusts.

Heavy panting you both struggle to catch your breath. “I’ll help you escape,” He says eventually into the quietness. “What?” You question as his head lifts to face you. “I will find a way to free you from this family,” he adds pressing his finger under your chin to face him, before pressing a kiss to your lips once more

To be continued

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ruminate88 · 3 days

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What marriage after toxic relationships looks like:

I talk about this a lot because it’s something I’m still trying to grasp a hold of…… so after my last relationship with my ex Andrew, he was so confusing and hurting me over and over! I cried so much over that man and kept trying to get answers from him and I felt like he would say things in the moment that he thought I wanted to hear, but I really felt like he just wanted to be done with me. Didn’t wanna spend time with me unless it was beneficial to him such as he needs nudes or something. 😝😭

I made the choice to stop contacting Andrew. Just don’t text him at all. Just leave him alone. He has a new girlfriend it’s obvious and he doesn’t love me. Yeah it sucked for me. I was in so much pain and confusion, but I moved forward with my life and 2 months later, is when I matched with my husband on the dating app “OK Cupid”. In the very first conversation I had with my husband, the atmosphere felt safe and healthy. It was the first time I did not feel anything toxic, I didn’t even know my husband yet. I didn’t understand Andrew was a manipulator that he had emotionally abused me. I had no idea!!! (I never heard of emotional abuse before)

three months I talked to my husband and I did tell him all about Andrew and Cody, but I didn’t understand that it was emotional abuse. Couldn’t explain that to my husband and at some point, my husband asked me to stop talking about my exes. I could tell that it was bothering him that it upset him and that he liked me and he wanted me to be over Andrew. I felt like my husband had my best interest at heart, so I listened to him and I started a relationship with him and I was moving on from Andrew…

OK, but a month after I start this relationship with my new man a.k.a. my husband, Andrew suddenly starts trying to FaceTime me!! I didn’t answer his FaceTime. I didn’t have a clue what he wanted. I was so nervous and shaking, curious, excited and just wondering who Andrew is and what are his intentions! 😓😳 I had to tell my new man about it and of course he wasn’t happy at all and he could tell that I was nervous so he offered to FaceTime Andrew for me!! wow!! my new man FaceTimes Andrew and tells me that he threatened Andrew to leave me alone and Andrew looked like he could cry…… That’s so weird… why would Andrew cry? I mean, Andrew broke my heart!!! cheated on me!!! Had a new girlfriend!! posted pictures of her on Instagram, when, he NEVER posted anything about me anywhere ever on any of his social media accounts! I was a complete secret the whole time we talked. He wouldn’t introduce me to his mom or dad and that sucked for me 😣 Why was I good enough for him to call babe and he literally talked with me for over a year… But yet I wasn’t good enough to know his parents or for him to tell his friends about me or to actually be with me. 😭😭😭 His actions never matched his words!! so how in this world could Andrew cry? Was he scared of my husband?

The fact that Andrew tried to come back, it shook me up and it hurt me so much. It made no sense at all!! In my attempts though to get away from Andrew, I blocked his number and I met my husband in person. 🙏🏻 we began to date, got engaged right away and then got married right away too. So now, I’m a wife to somebody and I STILL don’t know that Andrew was emotionally abusive. On my wedding day, all I could think about is I’m getting away from Andrew and he can’t stop me and he hurt me so much and I just want a new life 😣😓 but at the same time, I’m sad and confused and I know my husband is the nicest guy I ever met and we had a beautiful wedding and a beautiful honeymoon and I trusted my husband!!

After the honeymoon though, I’m super defensive all the time towards my husband and every little thing he does either triggers me or makes me upset and I overreact to my husband but I don’t know why 🥺🥺what in the world is wrong with me? For example, my husband was playing video games and there was girls online as well as guys that he was playing with and one girl in particular, kept getting online to play games with him... He talked with her over his headset right in front of me!!! I told him that made me uncomfortable that I didn’t like it and he said that it was just a video game, that he really didn’t even know her that she was way older than him and had 4 kids and they were just playing video games... He claimed he was not talking to her outside of the video game, but he knew I had been lied to and cheated on before. Why would he do that to me? My mom told me that there’s no way my husband was cheating that he works all day and comes home to me at night.(said he doesn’t have time to cheat) I should trust him but even my mom didn’t quite know what Andrew or Cody had put me through. 💔💔

another thing is, when I was dating my husband, a guy at his work was teasing him and painted our initials with a heart on the wall at work with spray paint and my husband took a picture of it, and for some reason, decided to take credit for it and sent it to me! Making me believe he made that for me… 😤 I believed him, but after we were married, one Valentine’s Day, we were out to dinner and my husband confesses that he never made that but that his group leader at work made it and he just took the credit for it… 😔 of course I was very very upset why my husband would take credit for that and why couldn’t he just tell me his group leader at work made it? There again, I feel like I’m being “lied to again” and it triggers me!!!!! SO, I overreact and I’m really really having a hard time trusting my husband… 😣 I couldn’t explain to him why it made me so upset that he lied about it when it’s such a small thing… or is it?

my husband continues to remain the same person. All the time he continues to come home at night after work and will even watch TV with me before getting on his video games. He says that he is trying to spend time with me before getting on his video games but he feels like it’s not enough for me.. 🥴 he just doesn’t understand that I’ve been neglected in all my past relationships. I’ve been used and I’m sorry that he feels he has to work so hard to prove himself BUT I’m just super hyper-vigilant!!!! I notice every little detail and every little shift in my husband’s actions or words. 😰

I consistently ask my husband if he’s OK all the time, is he happy in our marriage, does he love me and I consistently overthink everything he does or says towards me. the smallest thing, I question his intentions, and I always fear he has other girls (or even guys) on his phone he’s romantic with and on his computer too because I’ve never had a relationship where that wasn’t the case… ❤️‍🩹

What does it take for me to get over the past and embrace my husband as he is? He supports me financially, but he doesn’t support me in every area of my life as I would hope 😕 He refuses to go to church with me and he doesn’t help much around the house except pay the bills… I do everything, including taking out the trash. He has no responsibilities at home except for the bills which I know the bills are super important and his job is super important too. I’m not trying to complain , I just want to feel supported in all areas of my life, or am I overreacting?

this is all new for me and I’m uncomfortable to talk about it with my husband because last time I tried to mention anything about my past, he accused me of cheating on him and talking to other guys…… Well, if you’re accusing me, are you guilty??? I already questioned him from the beginning when he’s playing video games with a woman online after I tell him it bothers me… But I mean, it wasn’t like he was hiding it. 🤪 He was doing it right in front of me and explaining to me that he doesn’t talk to her outside of the game. There’s been a couple times i’ve went through his phone and couldn’t find anything. I have felt like I was going SO crazy! I consistently compare him to Andrew and Cody and I HATE it so much. 😣 When can I remove this wall that’s between my husband and I??

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ellerosie2332 · 2 years

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Ransom Drysdale x Wife!Reader

In for a Penny Part: Seven

Word Count: 1240

Series Warnings: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Spoilers for Knives Out, Talks of pregnancy, Murder, Swearing, Potentially dark themes (but not really), Death, Nausea, Anxiety. (I may add more as the series progresses)

Part Warnings: Language.

Series Summary: When Harlan Thrombey is found dead, the last person you would think is responsible is. The only problem is how far do you go to protect the ones you love the most.

(A/N: I appreciate how much interest I have received for this series. If you add yourself to the taglist for In for a Penny then can you please make sure that your age is in your bio as this is an 18+ story. Thank you - Ellen)

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Everyone gathered into the library. Alan sitting at his table with a young woman by his side, helping him arrange the papers. The tension from the living room was still there but it was masked with excitement. Linda and Richard wanted the house. Most likely just for show, as they will keep their Boston place. Joni wanted the money. That way she could pay for her extravagant lifestyle and for Meg’s school tuition. Walt and Donna wanted the publishing company. It was hardly a secret that Walt felt that it was his company. All he did was publish the books, Harlan wrote them, he did the hard work and Walt wanted to sell them to Netflix. Something Harlan was against.

Obviously, mine and Ransom’s excitement came from knowing that no one would be getting what they wanted. They all deserved to be cut out anyway. None of them were very nice people and the idea that all their plans for their inheritance were about to be thwarted was something I couldn’t wait to see.

Knowing that shit was about to hit the fan, me and Ransom made our way over to the back corner of the library, Ransom pulling me into his lap again. Linda noticed this action and rolled her eyes at us. Sitting quietly at the back, Ransom was playing with the chess pieces in one hand, and I was playing with his fingers on his other, twisting his wedding ring around. I loved to feel his ring, knowing that it was the thing that connected us together. that and the matching one on my left hand.

It didn’t take long for Alan to begin.

“Well. Thank you all for getting together like this, it isn't legally necessary, but I thought because you're all in town and some of you are leaving soon, it would be best…” Alan began before being interrupted by Blanc.

“Excuse me Mr. Stevens. As to that, ladies, and gentlemen, I'd like to gently request you all remain in town until the investigation is completed. Shouldn't be more than two days.” This time Lieutenant Elliott cut in.

“He's gently requesting, I'm ordering. Nobody move until we figure this out.” This caused everyone to become upset. As far as the family were concerned, Harlan’s death was a suicide, and they had no idea why the police believed otherwise.

“What.” Linda asked confused.

“Can we asked why? Has something changed?” Joni chimed in.

“No.” Blanc answered her vaguely.

“No, it hasn’t changed or no we can’t ask?”

“Mr. Steven’s please continue.” Blanc motioned to Alan, completely ignoring Joni.

“Right. Well, the other reason I thought this gathering would be, uh, beneficial is that as I told Walt, Harlan altered his will one week ago. He sealed it and asked me not to submit it to the courts for probate until after his death. So, in case there's any confusion about anything we're all together, we can talk. I can't imagine any of it will be that complicated, Harlan's assets included um…”

“…the house.” Sally, chimed in.

“The house which he owned outright, um…”

“…sixty million.”

“Right in various cash accounts and investments, yes and of course the real assets are sole ownership of um…”

“…Blood Like Wine.”

“Blood Like Wine publishing, his publishing company. Ok.” Alan finished listing Harlan’s assets. The look on everyone’s faces was hilarious and it was getting extremely hard for me to contain my laughter. Ransom saw this; he put his hand on my thigh and squeezed gently gaining my attention before covering my mouth with his own.

“Shh Kitten, don’t let on.” He whispered, barely audible to me, making sure the rest of his family didn’t hear him. I still saw the amused glint in his eye. I nodded my head in agreement to him before pecking his lips once more then turning my head back to watch the show.

“Um, he did write up a statement when he made the recent changes, he wanted it read first, so:” Alan opens up the letter and begins to read it. "Some of you may be surprised by the choice I've made here. No pleasure was taken in the exclusion, and its purpose was not to sow greater discord in the family, quite the opposite. Please accept it with grace and without bitterness. But do accept it. It's for the best."

Carrying on, Alan then opens up the envelope containing the will, reading it to himself first before reading it aloud. “Ok. So - oh wow, yeah, not complex at all. This'll be quick. "I Harlan Thrombey, being of sound mind and body, yada yada, my assets both liquid and otherwise, I leave in their entirety to Marta Cabrera. My entire ownership of Blood Like Wine publishing I leave in its entirety to Marta Cabrera. The copyright of its catalogue likewise I leave in its entirety to Marta Cabrera.”

Everyone turned to look at Marta, and I swear that I saw steam come out of my in-laws ears. I felt bad for Marta who was standing in shock, not really absorbing the rage going on around her. Walt went and snatched the will from Alan and had a look at it, both him and Linda chanting ‘no.’

Ransom and I were unable to understand what everyone was saying. It was all mixed together. However, soon Ransom moved me gently off of his lap and grabbed my hand instead as he left the room laughing loudly. I couldn’t help but quietly giggle along with his. Both of us pushed past Marta, who was frozen in the doorway, as we walked out.

“So, that went well.” Ransom laughed as he wrapped his arms around me.

“I’m sorry but I thought your mother was going to combust.” I wheezed as we continued to hear the commotion inside.

“Shit’s about to happen.” Ransom murmured as he dipped his head o kiss me before gesturing for me to go to my car. “Meet me at our restaurant.”

I automatically knew exactly where he meant.

As I got in my car I noticed at the entire family were following Marta out of the house. Marta panicked as she went to her car, but it failed to start. I watched with an amused smirk as Marta eventually made a break for my husband’s car, still trying to avoid everyone surrounding her.

“This could be the best thing to happen to all of you!” I heard Ransom shout before he drove off. I quickly followed him to the restaurant. I knew what Ransom was going to do. Although, I wasn’t sure if backing her into a corner was the most effective way to do things, I knew better then to try and change Ransom’s mind once he had it set on something.

Eventually we got to the restaurant, and I took a deep breath before exiting my car. I don’t know what Ransom said to Marta in their car on the way, but I would have to follow his lead in whatever he went with.

Getting out, I confidently walked into the restaurant and straight to the corner where me and Ransom usually sat. Just as I thought, both of them were sitting at the table. I approached them with a smile. I quickly kissed Ransom before he stood up and allowed me to slide in next to the wall before he followed placing his arm around me.

“So, shall we?”

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angstama · 3 years

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god knows you tried | manjiro (mikey) sano

pairing: bonten!mikey x reader

genre: angst

warnings: heartbreak, attempt suicide(?), original characters/manga plot (pls do not read if you haven’t read the manga D: ), mentions of religion, implied sex (no smut ok!)

summary: god knows you tried your best. if only mikey knew how hard you’re trying too then perhaps this love wouldn’t hurt as much as you thought.

words: 1823 words

a/n: i think this sucks but... i hope you enjoy it! <3

god knows you tried.

you watched the ex-toman boys eagerly catching up with takemichi quietly, hands resting against your chin as you took in the rare sight in front of you with a sad smile etched on your lips. this was the happy ending that mikey had sacrificed for everyone but himself.

“a penny for your thoughts?” mitsuya asks, plopping down next you on to the stone steps. that’s right, it’s june 19th 2018, toman’s formation day anniversary and everyone had gathered around to re-open the time capsule from twelve years ago. “hm? nothing much. just missing a particular someone.” you hummed, dragging your fingers across the ground to draw a heart. mitsuya nods understandingly, knowing not to pry any deeper anymore and for that, you’re thankful.

crouching down, you hesitantly picked up the the blue coloured envelope you left behind twelve years ago. unsure if you’d wanna read the contents of the letter your naive self written back then. with a deep breath, you slipped open the cover. revealing a photo of candid photo of you and mikey leaning on each other asleep with your mouths wide open taken by emma.

dearest y/n,

i wonder what you’re doing right now?

are you perhaps finally studying in film?

has that idiot manjiro finally proposed to you?

or are you the one who proposed to him?

“y/n, you’ll be with me for a long time right?” mikey asked, staring at the very sky that you both loved oh so very much with your hands intertwined. having grown up with each other since young had pretty much given you both the illusion that the two of you will always be a part of each other’s world. and you hoped with every inch of your heart that mikey wants it to be that way forever. “of course. you’re my heaven and home mikey. i wouldn’t go anywhere else without you by my side.” you squeezed his hand in assurance, knowing that at this very moment, mikey was at his most truthful and vulnerable self with you.

whatever it is, i hope that you’re living the happy life with him that you’ve been dreaming of.

signing off,

toman’s honorary member, y/n l/n.

everyone was silent. even hakkai who had been making fun of everyone’s letter kept quiet. the boys knew how much you loved and you still love mikey. each opting to give you the concerned and sympathetic look. you could feel you heart breaking even more for you knew you weren’t doing anything that you had hoped for back then.

you felt mitsuya’s comforting hand softly grabbing onto yours. “well that’s depressing,” you chuckled softly, wanting to get rid of the awkward tension in the air as soon as possible. “let’s grab some ramen, i’m starving.” and with that, you let your feet drag you away from the heavy atmosphere with your head hung low.

perhaps the hurt wouldn't be as painful if you weren’t the only one who knew what kind of path mikey had chosen to go down. you see, when mikey turned his back against all his closest friend, you had the privilege of staying as his only constant thanks to your stubborn nature but even with that, you weren’t enough to keep him away from his dark impulses. mikey chose the path to destruction and the only thing that you could do was watch from the sidelines and be there when he shows up at wee hours of the night to borrow your body. but you didn't mind. it was during these most intimate moments with mikey that you finally get to feel a piece of him again when he spews the words of “i love you” so effortlessly.

god knows that you tried.

“mikey those aren’t good for you.” you frowned, snatching the capsule away from his hand seconds before he could flush it down his system. “what the fuck y/n?” the angered male snaps. you felt yourself falling and back colliding against the hard ground. opening your eyes, you see mikey pining you down with nothing but void darkness in his eyes. “i’ll fucking kill you if you do it again.” mikey taunts, he was serious and you know it.

“then kill me mikey.” the words slipped out of your tongue instantly. you were tired. tired of trying. you don't know what else can you possibly do to help mikey anymore. mikey says nothing but got off you. he dusted himself and without sparing you single glance, he showed you his back again, walking out of the door where sanzu was already holding open for him. “get her home.” you heard him say.

it’s been a week since you guys opened the time capsule. nothing much had happened since then except you’ve been spending more time with hina considering how she’s often over to mitsuya’s studio for gown fitting. you admired and envy her love story with takemichi. but who were you to complain? you were lucky enough that mikey still wanted you around. so it shouldn’t hurt so much when you sae her adorning the beautiful wedding gown that mitsuya had spent months on tailoring.

you let out a tired yawn, stretching your arms above your head as you finished touching up the last few bits of editing on your laptop. you looked over at the calendar on your table, a pink heart circled over today’s date and smiled. “mitsuya, i’m gonna knock off first okay?” you announced, tidying up your table and reaching out for the bag of the familiar favourite deserts of a certain male.

mitsuya nods, “thank you for your hard work y/n”. he flashes you a smile, eye slowly trailing to the white plastic bag dangling from your side as you waved goodbye, back facing him and walking away. “you’re going to see him aren't you?” you stopped in your tracks. “i know he never left you. plus you got a bag filled with dorayakis and taiyakis. that’s pretty obvious.” mitsuya chuckles. you always knew mitsuya to be perceptive but it never once occured to you that your best friend who is also your boss would ever catch on to the secret you’ve been hiding for twelve years.

“how did yo-”

“be careful y/n.” mitsuya waves you off, going back to whatever he was doing. a fond smile creeps onto your lips as you watched mitsuya working hard. “thank you mitsuya. for everything. really,” you whispered, but loud enough for the dual dyed coloured hair boy to look up again when you walked away.

you made your way towards the secluded vip section of the club through swarms of body swaying around you until you saw the familiar tall pink haired male standing outside the golden door.

“hey sanzu,” you greeted, barely audible over the loud booming music. you were about to push the door open when sanzu towers over you immediately, denying you of your entrance. you looked at sanzu in confusion, “it’s me, y/n. i’m here to see mikey.” you said loudly, voice straining to over power the background noise. “ i know. but mikey will not be seeing anyone right now.” he retorts back.

surely mikey knew that you were visiting tonight right? after all it’s your anniversary date. you tilted your head at sanzu. not fully understanding what he’s saying. to say that you’re feeling absolutely livid would be an understatement right now. you’re too tired, angry and broken hearted to process anything anymore so you exploded. you only wanted to see your boyfriend. was that a very difficult request?

“sanzu,” you said lowly, eyes staring blankly into his and as if on cue, you brought your knees to his precious manhood before making another high kick at him, bringing him down. it was a technique that mikey had taught you when you were younger and attending martial arts lesson together with baji. god you missed baji so much.

“y/n because you’re short, you can do this instead.” mikey suggested smugly, kneeing poor baji’s little friend before swinging his legs much more harder than he intended to at baji’s profile when he bent forward. the main point was to get your opponent to lean forward so that your legs could reach high enough to create an impact on their skull. you eyes lit up in excitement, “wow! that’s so cool! let me try it!” you jumped impatiently. turning towards mikey to execute the exact same move. “wait n-! AHH,” mikey’s eyes widened, and before he knew it, you had completely knocked him over.

that day, as mikey and baji lied down with pain still intact barely moving an inch, shinchiro only gave you a thumbs up and praised you for taking down the invincible mikey. you were the only one who could do that.

“sanzu, i’ll see my boyfriend as and when i’d like to.” you said curtly, eyeing sending daggers at him lying on the ground before stepping over him to swing the door open, revealing your petite self to the other bonten’s executives and hostess who were staring at you in surprise.

you don’t see anyone else but your lover who’s currently sitting in the center with two pretty hostess sitting by his side. you don’t hesitate and begun walking towards him. “get your hands off my man.” you said calmly. there was tension in the air and from the corner of your eyes, you could see the executives slowly getting up to leave as if on cue.

“aren’t you as stubborn as always,” he raises a brow as you settled down next to him, pouring the bag of dessert on the glass table in front of you. you smile softly, grabbing a packet of taiyaki and handing it to him before grabbing one for yourself too. “happy 14th anniversary mikey.” you mumbled softly before grabbing a bite. 14 years, that was how long you two had been together for. “mhm. happy 14th anniversary y/n.” mikey hums, allowing you lean in close to him and resting your head on his chest.

you take in the scent of mikey for you knew that this is going to be the last time you’re going to be able to hold mikey close to you. you didn't want this moment to end but you were too tired to continue on and see what's going to happen the next when you go back to just another normal day. you held tightly to the gun you hid in your bag, shutting your eyes tightly.

“hey mikey,” you called out. you never thought you’d see it again but you saw a flash of endearment in his eyes when you called him. “i love you so much, promise you’ll take care of yourself alright?” you smiled warmly before pulling the gun out of your bag and putting it against your head.

god knows you tried.

god knows you did your best and now you’re going home.

bang!

#tokyorev x reader #tokyo revengers #mikey x you #mikey sano #mitsuya takashi #toman #chifuyu matsuno #mikey x y/n #fanfic

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cocosstories · 3 years

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Chris Evans One Shot

"Are you ready?"

It was a simple question. One you had heard and answered a million times throughout your life without even a thought but this time, the one time the question was just a formality, you didn't know what to say.

You had been patiently waiting for this day your whole life and counting down the days in the last few months, getting more and more nervous as the time got closer.

*Flashback*

"Are you ready?"

It was your first date with Chris and you were doing your best to hide your excitement as he picks you up.

You had opted for a comfy and casual look, so happy when he had shown up dressed similar.

You pet Dodger, who is happily waiting in the back seat and hop in.

The two of you head off down the road, stopping at a beach entrance.

"I picked up some food, I thought we could have a picnic on the beach."

He says, grabbing a picnic basket and blanket from the backseat before grabbing your hand amd making his way down towards the water.

The sun was setting as you began eating, the scene like something out of a movie as the two of you enjoy the sound of the waves and the sight of Dodger playing in the water.

"Y/N?"

You are brought out of your thoughts as the people surrounding you call out your name and your mind comes back into focus.

You give a slight glance to the love of your life as he places his hand lightly on your cheek.

"Babe, you ready?"

He asks, a small look of worry on his face when, yet again, you don't answer.

Your mind slips back and a memory comes into focus.

*Flashback*

"You ready for this?"

Your father asks as you take his arm, your hands shaking and nod, letting out a breath you didn't realize you were holding in.

"Let's do it."

You confirm and the two of you make your way out and down the aisle.

As you look towards the altar, your eyes lock on your soon to be husbands and your nerves calm and the world around you becomes peaceful.

"What is happening to my wife?"

His terrified voice breaks through pulling you back to the present and through blurred eyes you can see the worry all over his face.

"Mr. Evans, we need you to stay calm."

A nurse says before moving him out of the way as she quickly readies you for transport.

"What are you doing? Where are you taking her? Is she going to be ok? What about the baby?"

His questions go unanswered as you are rushed towards the operating room, time running out as you blackout once again.

Chris finds his way to the chair in the now empty room and his head falls into his hands as he cries.

You are wheeled into the operating room, quickly put under and the anesthesia filled haze fuels your memories.

*Flashback*

"Are you ready?"

Chris asks as the two of you stand at the bathroom sink, nervously waiting to find out if you were pregnant.

"You look."

You reply carefully sliding the plastic stick towards him.

He lets out a deep breath before he picks it up and looks and a smile replaces the worry.

"Oh my god."

Your eyes meet his as he turns the test for you to see the word 'pregnant' on the tiny screen.

"We're having a baby!"

You barely get the words out before he pulls you into his arms, the two of so happy and so ready to begin the next chapter in your lives.

The time ticked by slowly as Chris waited for any news on you and your unborn child.

"Mr. Evans, I only have a moment but I wanted to give you an update."

A nurse comes in the room and Chris quickly stands up.

"What happened? Is my wife ok?"

The tears fill his eyes again as he waits for the news, expecting the worst.

"Your wife is in surgery now. She began to hemorrhage and both she and the baby are in danger but they are in very good hands and the doctors working as fast as they can to save them both."

Her words hit him like a freight train.

"Save them both? They could die?"

The nurse gives him a sympathetic look, lightly touching his arm.

"Tell me the truth, am I going to lose them?"

He asks, not sure he really wanted the answer.

"I don't know."

Chris felt sick as the nurse excused herself to head back to the operating room.

*Flashback*

"Are you ready?"

You and Chris both nod excitedly as the doctor begins the scan.

It was finally time to find out the sex of your baby and even though neither of you cared what the baby was, you couldn't help but want to know.

"It's a girl!"

The doctor announces and tears flow from your eyes.

"I knew it!"

Chris says with a happy laugh before kissing you.

"Please. Please. Don't let me lose them. Don't take my girls."

He closes his eyes, the happiness and hope falling away with the realization that you may not make it.

The doctors work quickly, delivering the baby girl, who is rushed off to the NICU, then turning back to you to find the source of the hemorrhage and stop the bleeding.

*Flashback*

"Are you ready?"

Chris asks, hospital bag in hand as he helps you into the car.

Your water had broken in the middle of the night and the two of you had sprung into action quickly.

"I don't know but she sure is."

You joke, Chris taking your hand into his as he heads off towards the hospital.

Once checked in and settled into a room, Chris sits by your bedside helping you through the pains and keeping you entertained in between.

"Everything is going to be ok, babe."

You say, reaching over to caress his face, that was full of worry after a particularly bad pain.

"I know. I know. I just hate seeing you in pain, knowing there is nothing I can do to help you."

He replies, looking like an adorable lost puppy.

"You help me just by being here and soon we will have our baby girl and the pain will be gone. I promise."

Chris sits back in the chair and plays with his wedding ring.

"You promised everything would be ok."

He says to himself, the waiting slowly driving him crazy.

Thoughts of what his life would be without you begin to fill his head as he gets up and starts pacing the room.

"Everything is going to be ok, Chris.I promise."

Your voice plays in his head again and he punches the wall in front of him, all of his feelings bubbling up.

"Is everything ok in here?"

A nurse comes in, following the noise.

Chris stares at her, blood pooling on his knuckles, unable to form words as he fully breaks down.

"Let me clean your hand up."

She says, leading him to the sink in the room.

"Is there any news on my wife or my..."

He trails off, trying and failing to swallow down the limp in his throat.

"Or my daughter?"

A tear slips down his cheek as the words come out, wondering if he would ever get to meet his baby girl.

"I can try and find out for you."

She says, bandaging his hand before leaving the room.

"Mr. Evans?"

Chris wakes up to the doctor calling his name.

"Your wife is out of surgery. We will be bringing her in shortly. She lost a lot of blood and will be very weak but she made it through."

A look of relief floods his face as the doctor speaks and for a moment, nothing else in the world mattered.

"What about the baby? Is my daughter ok?"

Fear crept back in his eyes as he realizes the fate of his baby was still unknown.

"Your wife wants to tell you."

The doctor replies, placing a hand on Chris' shoulder.

Once the doctor was gone, it was only a few minutes before you were brought back into the room, Chris right at your side the second the nurses moved.

"Babe, everything is ok. I'm ok."

You say as he presses his forehead to yours, bringing your hand up to his lips.

"I thought I was going to lose you."

You can feel him shaking and pull away from him, looking into his eyes.

"But you didn't. I'm here. I'm ok."

You smile, reaching up to cup his face.

A nurse clears her throat and you look towards the door with a small smile.

"Are you ready?"

You ask him in a near whisper.

"Ready for what?"

He asks confused, turning towards the door as you point.

"Ready to meet your daughter."

The nurse walks towards you and carefully places the bundled baby in her fathers arms.

"She's ok?"

He asks, almost in disbelief, looking down at the beautiful baby.

"She's perfect."

You confirm, happily watching him take her in.

"We made this."

Chris says a few minutes later with a small laugh.

"We sure did."

You giggle, rolling your eyes at your husband.

He carefully climbs into bed next to you, wrapping his free arm around you.

"Thank you."

You look up at him, reading everything he had been feeling the last few hours all over his face.

"For what?"

"For coming back to me. For not leaving me alone in this life. I wouldn't have made it if I lost you. Either of you. Thank you for her and thank you for not dying."

He kisses your head then leans down to kiss the sleeping baby.

"You couldn't get rid of me that easy. It's you and me and now her against the world babe. Always."

You smile up at him.

A few days later, you and the baby have been released from the hospital.

Chris places her in the carseat and carefully buckles her in before placing it in the car and helping you in next to her.

"Well, are you ready?"

He asks with a smile, looking back at you in the mirror.

"We're ready."

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amjustagirl · 3 years

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Chapters: one. ~ two. ~ three. ~ four. ~ five. ~ six. ~ seven. ~ eight.

Wordcount: 2.9k

Summary: Being with Miya Atsumu is like chasing a storm - equal parts exhilaration and danger. After all, it’s impossible to tame a storm

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Author’s Note: And we’re at the final chapter! Thank you so much for going on this wild ride with me, and I’m rly excited to hear what you guys think - so please, drop me an ask, a note, a comment, anything!!!

It takes time and effort to rebuild a home wrecked by a storm, and reconstruction efforts aren’t necessarily smooth sailing, especially at the start - after all, he’s still the same Miya Atsumu, arrogant and brash and foulmouthed and hyper focused on volleyball, and they both have baggage from years of regret and pain to work through. But he has determination to spare, and she loves him too much for her own good, so they start from the very foundation and work their way up, step by step, one day at a time.

‘I’ll kill ya if ya ever hurt her again’, Osamu threatens darkly when she and Atsumu break the news to him.

‘Go find yer own girl and stop being sweet on my wife damn it! ’ Atsumu growls, but the kiss he presses to her forehead when she smacks the back of his head for being mean to his twin is achingly sweet.

‘Ugh, soppy. Get yer shit outta my house!’ Osamu scrunches his face in mock disgust.

Both brothers are surprised when she beats Atsumu at flipping Osamu off.

Atsumu moves back home (he’s not even going to hide how happy the sound of that makes him), and they mark the occasion by slipping his wedding ring back on his finger and eating take-out pizza on the living room floor.

Her burly brothers turn up on their doorstep with a glint in their eyes and too much teeth in their smiles, determined to drag Atsumu off for a couple of drinks and what she assumes will be a very unpleasant chat. She’d insisted on patting them down to make sure they’re not packing any knives - ‘what do you take us for, little sis’, they’d protested - but she’s not taking any chances, and begs Osamu to join them, ‘please ‘Samu, I don’t want to be a widow right after I decide not to divorce his ass’, and he agrees despite grumbling that he might as well be Atsumu’s glorified babysitter at this rate.

She’d woken up in bed the next morning to find the space beside her empty, but the living room crammed full of those four silly men. Atsumu and Osamu share a single futon between them, snoring back to back. There are faint bruises on Atsumu’s cheekbone and telltale scrapes on her own brothers’ knuckles, but otherwise they all seem relatively unscathed.

She bends over, tracing her thumb along the contour of Atsumu’s jaw, and he stirs, eyes half lidded with sleep.

‘Hey darlin', I’ve come home’, he tells her, warmth flickering in his smile.

‘Welcome home, 'Tsumu’, she says, tucking the blanket under his chin and he hums in contentment, falling back asleep.

His nightmares of brown envelopes and harsh neon lights distorting her face slowly fade, and he dreams instead of weeknight dinners and weekend picnics at the park, relishing the quiet domesticity of grocery trips and laundry loads, and delighting in home games with her and Shino cheering him on.

Some piss poor excuse of a gossip hound corners him after a match to ask him about whether he regrets leaving for Milan since his season ended in injury - and he freezes when the reporter slyly adds ‘especially since we all knew it’s a move that required you to leave your wife and daughter behind ‘. His manager is about to intervene when she sneaks up on him to slide an arm around his waist, apologising to the reporter that ‘she’s just so excited to give her husband a congratulatory kiss!’ .

Sakusa and Meian have to join forces to pull Atsumu back from punching the reporter when he grins shark-like, thinking he’s spotted easy prey and asks her whether she felt abandoned in Japan due to his move - ‘pardon me Miya-san for my unwieldy choice of words’.

‘Not at all’, she says without missing a beat, and Atsumu wonders if he imagines the flash of a knife in her smile. ‘I’ve always supported my husband in all his endeavours. It was a joint decision that I should stay in Japan to ensure our daughter has some stability in her life.'

‘She’s good’, his manager tells him when the reporter slinks away with his tail between his legs.

‘Yeah - I don’t deserve her’, he answers with a rueful smile.

When he tries to thank her that night, she levels him with a look that could knock a grown man (i.e. him) off his feet, but her voice is gentle and her words are soft.

‘Don’t thank me’, she says. ‘Just be a better husband and father, ok?’

He’s not ashamed to admit that he actually cries.

He learns to tell her he loves her at least once a day. She starts to smile back cheekily and reply ‘of course’.

The game is in between sets when the skin at the back of his neck crackles with nerves. From the corner of his eye, he catches a glimpse of Osamu sprinting right into the stands. Then his ears pick up on his little girl’s scream - ‘mama’ she cries, her shrill voice ringing above the confusion rippling through the crowd and his legs move of their own accord, leaping over the barrier into the audience, as he snarls and shoves his way to her usual spot.

He thought he’s had his fill of nightmares to last him a lifetime. He’s evidently wrong.

She lies crumpled on the ground, head resting on Osamu’s lap. Her lips are pale and her eyes are closed but thank god - thank whichever deity’s listening - her chest still moves with her breath. He’s not quite sure what happens next - he knows he dives to his knees and pulls her towards him but everything else is a blur until her eyes flutter open and she groans.

‘Darlin’, can ya hear me? Can ya tell me where you are?’ he asks, forcing his voice to remain calm.

‘Tsumu? Why are you here? Aren’t you in the middle of a game?’ she murmurs, confused.

‘Fuck the game’, he snaps. ‘Are ya feelin' ok?’

‘Something hurts, Tsumu’, she rasps, eyes glazing over. He can feel the chill of ice seep into his spine.

'Yer fine, yer fine, yer going to be fine' he mutters, over and over and over again, willing her to sit up and tell him she's fine, she's ok, she'll just shake it off - but light starts to shutter out of her eyes and frost creeps up his throat.

‘I need a medic!’ he shouts, voice cracking on every word. ‘I need a medic, now!’

‘Tsumu’, he hears his brother interrupt urgently. ‘Tsumu, she’s bleedin’.

He’s never been more grateful for Osamu when his twin turns to yell for an ambulance and yanks Shino away with him. The little girl is kicking and screaming for her mama but he knows she would kill him if he lets their little girl be traumatised from seeing her mama lying in a pool of blood on the floor.

He can’t breathe - not even when the medics finally come and whisk her off to the hospital, his mind hardly able to process anything, terror still coursing through his veins when the doctors press brown envelopes full of forms into his bloodstained hands for him to sign so the relevant procedures can be carried out.

‘Don’t!’ Osamu says sharply, when he drops his head into his hands and starts to whimper about how he’ll die if he loses her again and what the fuck is he gonna do, ‘Samu, if she doesn’t make it out alive – ‘she’s stronger than ya think, don’t ya dare give up on her like that’, and he promptly shuts up after that. Time in the waiting room passes agonizingly slow, seconds feeling like minutes, minutes stretching into hours, and he would have drowned from the weight of his despair if he weren’t anchored in place by his twin’s hand on his back.

His breath rushes back into his lungs when the doctors later tell him she’s fine, they carried out the standard operation - but she doesn’t look fine, doesn’t seem fine, is very clearly not fine when they wheel her out, huddled into a ball with her head between her knees, like her world has just collapsed into itself. She doesn’t even look up when he sits beside her, the bed dipping under his weight.

‘I’m sorry’, she eventually says, voice barely a whisper, and he fights the urge to break down into tears – because ‘Samu’s right, she’s so much stronger than he thinks. They'd been talking about trying for a sibling for Shino for some time now, since they've both grown up with brothers of their own and can't imagine life without them. But the doctors tell him that it’s just bad luck - the baby was never going to survive, and her collapse was probably exacerbated by stress, overwork, perhaps even fatigue from her skipping lunch for work and dinner to rush to his match.

‘Don’t be. It’s not yer fault at all’, he manages to pull himself together to reassure her, but she just stares blankly at the wall.

His grandmother calls when they find out the baby they lost would have been a boy, and he fails her again when he’s too late to snatch the phone away before the old lady’s poison drips into her ears and traps her in a deadly fog. He’d cursed the old bitch out relentlessly, but the toxic words fester beneath her skin and she fades into a ghost before his eyes. He desperately tries to stop her spiral into frozen silence, but he’s away for games more than half the time, hands tied behind his back by the stranglehold of contracts and commitments he has no choice but to fulfil.

He’s never been so thankful before when the season finally ends - but he is, at least this time, so he can talk her into taking two weeks off from work. They drop Shino off with her indulgent grandparents, and drift down the coast on the back of her bike. She doesn’t try breaking any speed limits - and he knows he should be happy about that, but there’s no spark in her eyes, no smile to answer the wind - there hasn’t been, not since she collapsed.

(not since they lost their child)

He buys her mochi at every town, but she picks at it listlessly, just like she does these days when Osamu tries to tempt her with his latest creations. He insists they stay at ryokans, traditional inns with onsens attached, hoping the heat from the water might chase the chill from her bones, but colour does not return to her cheeks. There are shadows beneath her eyes, and she seems to wilt under the vibrant red and gold of autumn leaves.

They go for a walk after dinner one night, tracing a path along the shore. He’d been talking non-stop the entire trip to mask the gaps left by her silence, but tonight he falls quiet, allowing the hum of the waves to wash over them. Her hand is cold in his, so he wraps his jacket around her shoulders and hopes the warmth from his body bleeds into hers.

She comes to a standstill, feet sinking in the sand, and tilts her head to face him.

‘Tsumu?’, she breathes, a question in her eyes.

‘I’m here’, he says, a prayer in his heart.

There is a lighthouse on the cliff just a few miles ahead, illuminating the shadows of the waves. The faintest reflection of light pools in her eyes, and he stills as she lifts her gaze to meet his.

‘I know’, she says, offering him the smallest of smiles.

He interlaces their fingers together firmly, and tugs her towards shelter, as a storm brews over the horizon.

That night she tucks her head under his chin, and he holds her until she falls asleep, cradled in his arms. He keeps slumber at bay by counting her breaths, and only falls asleep himself when the storm breaks.

'Why did I wake up to a blonde octopus wrapped around me', she mumbles, voice heavy with sleep.

'Nah. More like a seahorse, cos I'm not letting ya go, sweetheart', he replies, tightening his grip on her waist. 'Ya got a problem with that?'

Her only response is to burrow herself deeper into his chest.

'Guess not', he chuckles fondly, nuzzling his nose into her hair, hope blossoming anew in his heart.

Time turns their wounds into scars and they heal together, one breath at a time.

She stays away from their first few matches when the season begins again. The press is coerced into passing over reports of her collapse by the dual forces of the MSBY press machine and their legal team, but they are forced to ride out the gossip generated in internet forums by a fringe group of deranged fans. His teammates treat her like she’s made of glass - even Bokuto dials himself down a notch, all save for Shoyo, who slips her his mother’s number, telling her gently that the six year gap between him and Natsu wasn’t deliberate, and that she would find a sympathetic ear in the older woman.

He knew he was right to anoint Shoyo as his favourite wing spiker - not only does he fly high enough to answer the demand of every single one of his sets, but his sunniness drags her out of the fog into yoga classes and meditation practices, and slowly but surely he watches her bloom again. It’s a powerful combination - Shoyo-kun’s friendship and his mother’s gentle conversations, Osamu’s cooking and her love for Shino, capped with his determination to show her he loves her and prove that he’s here to stay.

‘It’s like Kintsugi’, she tells him, with a wide smile. ‘All of you poured gold into the cracks of my heart and made me whole again’.

The years pass.

Shino turns seven – a very respectable age for his very best girl, he tells her (I'm your only girl, Papa, Shino informs him archly), and obliges her demands of a bicycle in MSBY colours and volleyball lessons, forcing all his teammates to turn up for her birthday party, volleyball themed of course. The look of unadulterated joy on his princess’ face is worth every ounce of effort to put up with Sakusa’s complaints at having to turn up for a kiddie party full of loud noises and far too much candy, and the sweaty afternoons spent hand painting the bicycle black and gold.

The day Atsumu discovers his first white hair makes her thank her lucky stars that she’s immune to his nonsense by now, because the wailing and gnashing of teeth she has to put up with makes ‘Samu offer her his couch as refuge. She slaps tape and salonpas on his aches and pains, and points to the deepening lines on her face when he complains about his age.

‘Those lines aren’t wrinkles. If they’re caused by laughter, it doesn’t count’, he reasons laughingly. She’s left befuddled by his logic and shakes her head.

Meian Shugo retires, and Hinata throws a party to celebrate in his honour, cramming the entire MSBY team and assorted friends into his penthouse apartment on a rainy Saturday night. Osamu’s hired to cater the food but remains as a guest, shooting a smirk at him when Shoyo drags her off to dance during his favourite song, twin flames burning bright in the night.

‘A hundred yen for your thoughts?’ she asks, when Shoyo returns with her breathless but wreathed with smiles.

‘Was just wondering when you were gonna save a dance for this old man’, he teases.

‘Oh?’ she says with a laugh. ‘Thought you said your back hurt, and you didn’t want to move?’

‘Meh - I was hoping you’d forget that’, he says airily, then frowns when he notices there’s no drink in her hand.

‘Not drinking tonight, sweetheart?’, he asks, curling his fingers around her empty hand.

‘The doctor warned me not too’, she answers, her smile growing impossibly wider. He blinks in confusion when she leans on to her toes to whisper into his ear - then oh.

‘You’re pregnant?’ he repeats, unable to trust his ears, eyes filling with tears when she bites her lips and nods.

‘Are you happy, ‘Tsumu?’, she asks, her face alight with hope.

There is so much he wants to say to her, starting with thank you loving me enough to give me another chance all those years ago and ending with I love you, so ridiculously much – because he can never say it enough, she’s given him more than he deserves – her heart, Shino, a happy home and now the promise of another child.

But there's salt and water welling up in his throat, and it’s all he can do to choke out a shaky ‘of course’, before gathering her in his arms, warmth pooling in his eyes, love overflowing in his heart.

They stay that way for most of the night, entwined in each other’s arms, so drunk on happiness and love and warmth that they don’t even notice the storm clearing and the moon rising in the clear night sky.

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 3 years

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Broken flowers.

The lovely @ben-c-group-therapy who asked for this:

<Hello, me again. I’d love to request some angst with a fluffy end. Miguel or Nick where reader is due to marry another man. The man and reader are at the alter and he just says he can’t marry her and leaves her there. He hadn’t given any clue he would do this. No cold feet. You stand shocked before leaving quickly. So Miguel or Nick was in the audience and they come to find you. Fluff. Comfort. Eventual sparks?? Idk. I can’t get the idea out of my head lol. Thanks so much!>

I decided to do Miguel for you this time. I really hope this is what you were looking for, I really enjoyed writing this. I love Miguel’s soft side when it comes out to play so I tapped into that and slight Sex and City movie vibes.

Warnings: Being left at the aisle angst with a fluffy happy ending. Very very light swearing.

WC: 2227

Enjoy x

You had never been this excited in your life as you were when your dad walked you down the aisle to Alex. You had both picked the Santo Padre country club for your wedding and reception. Everything looked better than what you had imagined it to be. Your eyes were set on Alex from the moment the doors opened stepping through them, but he didn’t look happy so you just put it down to him being nervous. As you got to the front seats you stopped waiting for your mum to stand up taking your other arm to walk you to the alter. Your eyes caught your best friends over your mum’s head, who was sitting next to her, a tear running down his cheek, Miguel mouthed “You look beautiful” and you gave him a wink back.

The ceremony had run smoothly up until the vows when the priest asked Alex to take your hands and to repeat after him, when you heard him mutter “I can’t”. You looked at the priest who was shocked at his reaction and you squeezed Alex’s arm with your free hand stepping a little closer,

“Babe it’s ok, you’re nervous”

“Y/N, I can’t. I’ am sorry. I can’t”

Your heart shattered when he pulled away from you and he walked out of the chapel leaving you standing there alone, your flowers dropped out of your hand landing on the floor breaking off the stems scattering around the bottom of your dress. No one knew what to do or what to say to you, but you heard the whispering that was getting louder and louder.

Tears welled in your eyes and you just ran. You felt Miguel grab your arm, but you pulled away from his grip and ran straight out the side door. You ran and ran till you got to the edge of the grounds to a man-made lake with a fountain in the middle, you dropped down under a tree in the grass and you sobbed till your whole body was shaking, letting out a loud scream.

Miguel had rage bolting through him at what had just happened to you. You guys had been best friends since high school. You had grown closer and closer over the years, being close with Emily when he got married and you had been there for him when he got divorced. You were one of the only people that never shied away from him, even when he took over the family business, knowing what he was, what he had become and what he did. Other than his mother, you were the most important woman in his life.

You were both brutally honest with each other telling each other everything, other than talking about the Galindo business dealings that you wanted to know nothing about and he knew what you thought about him taking over the business because he was so much better than a Cartel Boss, which weirdly made you closer. His family business never changed your friendship with him and you had inside joke’s when he went over the border and about his yellow rain coat that you had heard rumours about. If either of you were unbalanced or needed someone to tell you to get your shit together, you went to each other.

If you hadn’t felt the way you did about how Miguel delt with things, he would have had Alex in his church pew and would have been in his yellow rain coat making him pay for what he had done to you. Miguel got Marcus to take your parent’s home and stay with them in case they needed anything, Nestor got everyone out and on their way, Paco went to grab all your things from the hotel room you were meant to be staying in that night and then went to get your luggage from your apartment to take it all to his place and he sorted out the reception.

After he spoke to the manger coming to an agreement, he grabbed a chilled bottle of wine that was sitting on one of the tables and started to walk around the grounds looking for you. It wasn’t long before he saw you and his heart broke at you sitting there alone with your dress fanned around you and your shoulders slouched over.

You were looking out over the lake, the sun setting slowly and you tried to work everything out in your head. You didn’t know what happened or why Alex did what he did. As far as you knew everything was fine, he was excited to marry you and start a family. You had both decided that you would stay in your own apartment the week leading to the wedding and move the rest of your things over to his house once you were back from your four-week honeymoon, split between Cabo and Cancun. You had heard from him every night that week so, you were confused at what had happened not being able to put a finger on why.

You were pulled out of your chain of thought when you heard footsteps in the grass, but you didn’t turn around till you heard his voice and he sat down right next to you,

“Mi alma”

You looked over at him, a soft sweet smile on his face and he handed you the bottle of wine after opening it for you. You looked into his eyes for a moment, tears running out of yours and his filled with tears. Miguel put his hand on the back of your head pulling you towards him kissing your forehead. You both sat there, passing the wine bottle between each other watching the sun disappear, the warm wind hitting both of your skins,

“Didn’t see that coming” you muttered taking a sip from the bottle.

“He showed no sign he was going to call it off?”

“No. He told me last night he couldn’t wait to marry me. What a fucking joke” you took another sip of wine.

“Want the rain coat?” Miguel looked down at you with a grin. It was the first time since what happened that you had smiled and had a little giggle. You lent into him, Miguel’s arm going around you, rubbing his big warm hand up and down your arm and you rested your head on his shoulder “Today shouldn’t have happened Y/N, he’s an asshole. You deserve to be treated like a queen” he lent his head on top of yours and you sighed into him.

“I have to cancel the honeymoon and the flights. Can I use your phone?”

“No” Miguel sat up away from you and you frowned your brows at him “You’re going on that trip; you have been looking forward to it. I’ll change his ticket into my name. We’re going and we’ll have a great time”

“What would I do without you?” you lent over kissing his cheek “Can I have your jacket?”

“Of course”

Miguel shrugged it off handing it to you. You reached behind yourself tugging down the zipper of your dress. Miguel reached over pulling it down the rest of the way, his breathing hitching slightly when your dress fell open to your smooth skin. You pushed the top of your dress to your chest and took one arm out of the straps at a time. You put Miguel’s jacket on and you stood up, the dress fell off you pooling at your feet. You pulled his jacket around yourself and done up the buttons stepping out of the dress, his jacket on you like a short dress,

“You better get home and pack. Flights at 7 am” you smiled down at Miguel before you started to walk away.

“You’re going to leave your dress here? You loved that dress”

Miguel jumped up catching up to you, putting his arm around your neck,

“I don’t want the reminder Miguel, of what was meant to be. I’ am absolutely heart broken, but it’s done, we need to move on”

Eight weeks later

Miguel was surprised and proud at how well you handled the situation, he not handling his marriage break down anywhere near as coolly as you and when you found out the real reason why Alex did what he did, you went for run instead of breaking down. He never pushed you to talk about anything, he waited till you came to him to talk and he held you while you cried. Some night’s you walked into his room crying, he held you while you feel asleep, sleeping in his bed and other nights you were fine. He talked you into moving in with him so you weren’t by yourself and you had organised movers so that everything would be at Miguel’s when you got back.

It was the third week of the trip that you noticed a shift in Miguel and how he treated you, but you didn’t want to pay attention to it so you pushed it away trying not to think about it, but your feelings changed towards him as well. Since you had been back from the trip and getting on with life as best you could, it was getting to the point that you didn’t know if you should step over that line, if you said something and it was all in your head that would be years and years of trust and friendship broken, but you couldn’t live under the same roof with someone that you had feelings for, them not knowing.

When you had been getting messages from him during your day, you smiled at your screen and your tummy filled with butterflies. Miguel was excited to be coming home to you every day and his mind drifted to you most of his day, but the day he knew he had to say something was the day he came home and you were in the kitchen. He had seen you cook and bake too many times over the years to count and the apron you wore, he had bought it for you one Christmas.

When he walked in and the music hit his ear drums, he smiled to himself and walked around till you were in his eye sight. He saw the oven on, by the scent flowing through the house you were cooking your chicken pasta bake and you were leaning over a tray of cupcakes with a piping bag icing them. He smiled to himself and knew at that point he was falling in love with you. He watched on for a while, grinning at how natural it looked for you to be in his kitchen. You sensed that someone was watching you, looking up after you iced the last cupcake. You met Miguel’s eyes and you both grinned at each other, you both stood there starring till heat swept over you.

You reached behind yourself undoing the apron and sitting it on the counter. You started to walk towards him, Miguel matching your steps your eyes not leaving each other’s. You were just about to him when you stopped, he copying you and you were both breathing heavy,

“You feel it too” Miguel whispered, more a statement than a question.

“Yes. I have for a while”

“That night in Cabo?”

“Yeah”

You couldn’t take your eyes off each other, almost like a test to see who would crack first. It wasn’t long till you had your answer and it was both of you, it was like a magnet pulled you both together. Your arms went around his neck and his went down to wrap around just under your behind, lifting you up off the floor. Your lips met, meeting together like a puzzle, you felt like lightening had struck you and you knew he felt it too moaning into your mouth.

You both titled your heads and allowed the kiss to deepen. Miguel walked you both to the counter, sitting you on it not breaking the kiss. You spread your legs for him and he moved between them, your arms loosened around his neck and your hands went to his bearded cheeks. Your lungs started to burn and you broke the kiss, Miguel smiling up at you,

“We’ve been friends for a long time” your hands ran down from his cheeks and stopped on his chest “You know there is no going back now”

“I don’t want to go back anywhere. Y/N, you’re my best friend. You are the only one that knows me amor, takes me for me, holds me accountable for my actions and you keep me grounded. You are the only one that has ever loved me no matter what”

“As always, you always know what I’ am thinking and say first” you both laughed and you tapped his chest with your hands “I want this, so much. But can we take it slow? It’s a big step for us and it’s the first relationship we have both been in since-“

Miguel curled his pointer finger under your chin and tipped your head back, his other hand going to rest on top of your other one,

“As slow as you want, as fast as you want. We are still the same people, the same friends, we are just falling in love” Miguel peaked your lips.

“And it feels absolutely amazing.”

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liptonsbabe · 3 years

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Chains of a family [B.W]

Bill Weasley x Grant! reader

Chapter 1,

Chapter 2,

Chapter 3,

Chapter 4,

Chapter 5,

Chapter 6

Summary: The Weasley family have traditions about marriage and Bill has to respect them if he truly wants the reader become his wife. In the attempt to respect his family wishes the weasleys have to visit reader’s grandparent Tim Grant who has a lot of things to say

Word count: 5K TOO LONG I’M SO SORRY

Warnings: none(?

A/N: Hey! part 6 of this thing. I’m so sorry to update this late but it was a complicated chapter and the longest so far. I’ll try to make small chapters from now on and the wedding is aproching, you guys!! i’m sooo excited to publish that part but we have to wait a little more for that.

So, as i’ve said in the last chapter, i changed some things from de canon like Bill being attacked by Grayback and such. it’s just for the plot of this series ok? hope you don’t mind guys.

Anyways, like always, english not my mother language so pls let me know if somethings wrong. Enjoy!

Chapter 6: Your life is not enough

You needed a couple of weeks to fully recover, even if it meant having Bill on your back every hour and taking you away from your duties with the Order. The mission that Remus Lupin gave you had to wait until further notice, all for William's excessive concern about your wounds

The task of keeping you away was complicated, more so when the Death Eater attacks had gained strength that no one expected. The members of the order spent twenty-four hours a day on watch with no time for breaks, even Bill went three days without sleep until you, still recovering , left the room and dragged him back with you regardless of his constant complaining. Molly supported you in the decision - thank god - telling her son not to worry that the rest of the Order would keep their eyes fully opened and he could rest comfortably next to you

The drastic change in Mrs. Weasley's behavior confused you because there was no reason for it, but the relief helped make your recovery quicker and less painful. The healer who you the morning after the accident with the Death Eaters took too long to close the wound as it was a curse wound and it needed a counter spell to heal properly, but not having one, he used other tactics and Dittany to help it heal. However, the help had come too late, and the scar was a throbbing fact that stung terribly when you made the slightest move. The healer said the burning and discomfort would go away with time, but the redness would stay forever. You thought that would be the last of your problems until you got your first glimpse of the result of the attack.

It was a disastrous thing, but it could have been much worse. You sighed as you looked at your disheveled image in the bathroom mirror. You had just taken a shower and Bill was still dressing in the bedroom. You took off the robe Ginny had given you a night before, watching the scar glisten across the valley of your breasts ending above your ribs. You sighed again, if you didn't consider yourself pretty before, at that moment you felt awful.

A new figure appeared in the reflection accompanied by a bright smile. William wore his white shirt tucked into his pants, his bow tie dangling from his collar and his suspenders placed perfectly flush against his shoulders. You smiled, looking at him through the mirror.

“Getting used to your dazzling new short hair?” You asked as you noticed Bill's nervous hand run over his head for the fifth time after the shower. Bill groaned, burying his face in your neck.

“I hate this style”

“And why did you cut it off, then?”

“Mom made me," he stated, tightening his hands around your waist, "She wants me to make a good impression, and for once I wanted to please her in something”

“Wow, your mom wanting to impress my family? That's new”

“Well, not every day you get to visit Lord Voldemort's brother," you gave him a bad look, smacking his hand, "Too soon for a joke, sorry”

You shook your head, escaping from Bill's embrace putting perfume behind your ear, on your wrists and neck. You gasped when a small drop of perfume touched your wound, reddening it. Your eyes lost in the scar again, knowing that even if your dress managed to cover most of it, the initial edges would be exposed like the body of a worm crawling through your clothes. Bill discovered your discontent. He hugged you again, running his fingertips over your sore skin as he kissed your bare shoulder. Maybe you couldn't see it, but for Bill you were perfect. Not just for the way you looked, but the beautiful heart that, even if he didn't deserve it, you had given him without any qualms. You deserved to be appreciated by the rest of the world, not just by him.

“I love you. You know that, don't you?”

“Even with the scar?”

“With the scar even more. It shows how brave you are and you should be proud of it. You saved Mad-Eye”

“The others will see it”

“It's their problem, not yours. You're still the most beautiful woman in this world.

You smiled, stroking the short hair of the man behind you.

“Not as much as that”

“You're right. I stand corrected. You are the most beautiful woman in both worlds”

“William...”

“I'll help you get dressed," he said, noticing that you were blushing up to your ears. William smiled without understanding why a sweet comment could make you blush, but not the fact that he was looking at you naked from the waist up. He picked up the dress hanging on the dresser reaching over to help it over your head pulling it down gently so as not to hurt you. Then, he zipped up your back leaving a wet kiss on your neck.

Bill's false calm didn't go unnoticed by you. As you smoothed the folds of your dress you noticed the trembling in his hands and the way his feet drummed on the floor. He was playing with the zipper of your dress pulling it up and down, trying to calm his nerves

“Bill, it's not necessary to do this”

“It is!” He replied looking up. You turned to him, crossing your arms around his neck, "I want to respect the traditions, to do things right. I want to show everyone that we mean business. It's just that...”

“My grandfather scares you?”

“What? No” You raised an eyebrow “Okay, maybe a little”

“You don't need to talk to him. He'll understand”

“I want to”

You gave in to Bill's pout. A few days ago, just after he asked you to marry him, Arthur Weasley spoke to his son asking him how he would go about keeping the traditions of the family. Bill didn't seem to understand what he was referring to when his father explained that the Weasleys used to always, always, visit the bride's parents' home right after the engagement to ask for their approval. Offerings were usually brought in a show of respect and the parents in question would respond by offering dinner for the guests. Bill's eyes widened, was that a real tradition?, he didn't know, “why didn't you ever tell me about it!” he questioned his father in a shout. Arthur knew about his son's untimely ignorance, returning the accusation, “Would that have made any difference on your desire to have her as your wife?” Bill didn't have to think too hard. “Of course not!” he shouted and his father laughed, patting him on the shoulder. His son was brave and would have asked for his bride's hand even from Voldemort himself. Bill was lucky tho cause he only had to talk to the old alchemist Tim Grant.

Your grandfather was the only one in the family who seemed to be neutral in the war caused by his brother, but above all he was the person who loved you most as you had both been banished from the Grants for standing up for your own convictions. Maybe Tim wasn’t an active member of either side, however, the blood connection with his brother Tom Riddle sent shivers down the spines of those around him. The man isolated himself in the Galapagos islands dangerously close to a volcano, where he was sure his brother wouldn’t dare to look for him. The Weasleys, hearing the story from your lips didn’t understand why.

You used a portkey to get to your grandfather's house. Arthur had communicated with Tim hours earlier and the two of them managed to establish a connection undetected for the ministry thanks to the old Grant's powerful magic and his skills as an alchemist. You couldn't hide your excitement at seeing your grandfather again, which encouraged Bill's eagerness to formally introduce himself to his next.... grandfather-in-law?

“Well then, but you don't have to worry. Grandpa is a very understanding man”

“Yeah, I'm sure he is”

“Bill Weasley, who knew talking to an old man would make you so nervous?”

“Very funny” he rolled his eyes, gluing his forehead to yours “I just want him to like me, (Y/N)”

“He likes everyone”

“That doesn't make me feel any better.”

“It will when you talk to him and see there's nothing to be afraid of” You stood on your tiptoes cause even with your high heels you couldn't reach his height. You kissed his cheek, snatching a warm smile from him “He's not like the rest of my family”

“I didn't mean to imply that, I'm sorry”

“It's all right, I know you didn't mean it. Now let's go downstairs, your mother must be going crazy”

“As if she wasn't already”

You slapped his arm as you descended the stairs. You didn't want Molly to hear them and relive her recently dissipated discontent with you

The rest of the family were already near the portkey with their arms full of baskets with offerings for your grandpa and the twins carrying some strange ornaments. Bill's sister Ginny greeted you with a smile, handing one of the baskets to her older brother. Molly and Arthur approached their children, both hanging on the opposite arm dressed in their best sunday clothes to make a good impression. You smiled without waiting for Bill's mother to smile back.

After the accident at Little Whinging Molly's rudeness disappeared. Not that she accepted you with open arms, but she stopped making bad comments and avoided looking at you in a bad way. Bill didn't know what Mad-Eye said to his mother that night when he told everyone how you had saved him knowing how much he owed you, but Bill didn't understand the size of the changing till he saw his mother offer you a piece of litchi pie the night after the attack when you were recovering from the wound. It was not that big of a deal really, but it had left you with a permanent smile on your face.

It was Molly herself who had taken the initiative to encourage Bill to fulfill the family tradition. If a Grant was going to come into their home as their son's wife then she should do it the way they knew. Her first piece of advice to her son was cutting his hair to a normal length. Bill was horrified by his mother's words cause he knew she was taking advantage of the moment to make him suffer with his precious mane. He did it anyway, because there wasn't anything in the world he wouldn't do for you

It was a drastic change, but it was worth it. Molly saw your eyes sparkle at the sight of her son so changed, with his hair cut short and his beard shaved. Your fingers danced over his face appreciating the effort Molly, not yet convinced of your influence at home, had made for you. Molly stifled a smile, unaware even to herself, that you were slowly beginning to win her heart.

You touched the shuttle at the same time falling precipitously in the sand and Harry helped you up with a smile. Then you walked straight appearing in front of a huge house that was sheltered by the foothills of the bubbling volcano on the other side of the island. The twins, like the rest of the family, let out an exclamation of astonishment as Ron, harried by the huge spiders hovering in the sand, ran for the door.

The smell of freshly cooked food escaped through the cracks in the door before it was opened. The twins' eyes widened as they recognized the delicious smell of cooked prawns and coconut sauce wafting over their heads. You knocked on the door three times, then stopped and resumed the knocking four more times. The Weasleys watched you, did you have a special code to communicate with each other?

"Come in" You gave way to them closing the door behind you and sealing it with an unknown spell. Bill waited for you at the threshold as his family was already making their way to the table where a very well dressed Tim Grant was waiting for them sitting in the main chair. Bill looked at him from his position, shaking “We still have time to run away” you joked “If you're not ready...”

“I am," he said confidently.

“Okay”

You both walked toward the dining room. Tim was greeting the rest of the family enthusiastically. Bill sighed. At least Tim seemed to get along with his parents, so that was good. They all filled a seat, with Tim occupying the head and Arthur the opposite end; Molly sat on Tim's right side and you sat on Mr. Weasley's right side. The twins, Ron, Harry and Ginny took the middle seats leaving Bill the only vacant spot on Tim's left side. Bill took a breath before taking the seat and receiving a curious look from the man.

“Ah, how wonderful is to have more people to fill the empty spaces! A table this big doesn't serve any purpose unless it's fully occupied, does it? That's what I always say!”

“Don't you usually get many visitors?” asked Molly, breaking the ice. Bill felt sweat trickle down his back. Tim guffawed, patting the back of Molly's hand on the table.

“I’m afraid so. I think that is cause I'm the only one crazy enough to live near an active volcano and my family's fame doesn't help me much either, I'm generally a lonely man. Most of the time it's frustrating, but I can deal with it. You are a big family from i can see, are they all yours, Arthur?”

“Only the redheads," he replied. You recognized in his tone of voice a slight pride “The other one is...”

“Harry Potter” Tim Grant's eyes sparkled with recognition. He looked at Harry with a smile, bowing his head to him in respect. Harry did the same “I know him. He's the guy who's been giving my brother headaches”

Tim's laughter echoed through the house being followed by the twins and you cleared your throat to get his attention. Tim spotted you from across the table waving his hand dismissively.

“Grandpa, please”

“A little joke to lighten the mood, my dear, oh, are these for me?” he questioned, bringing closer the baskets offered by the Weasleys resting on the table. Bill's basket was in front of him waiting to be properly delivered, so he stood up and did as he should. Tim Grant gladly received it, complimenting the selection they had made “What a cute boy, did you see him, dear,? he's gone red!”

You let out a chuckle, nodding at your grandfather's words. Bill's face was flushed as he returned to his spot and looked down at his hands. Tim guffawed again and banged the table.

“I appreciate the gifts, Arthur, I've never been part of a tradition like this before”

“It was important for my son and the rest of us to do it, to introduce ourselves properly”

“Sure! It's what a family with honor does. I'm not surprised. No, not at all. The Weasleys were in the book of the sacred twenty-eight for a long time until they were struck off the list. Tell me, that was quite a blow, wasn't it?”

“Not so much, my family has never cared about that sort of thing”

“Of course! It never did, I could see it up close. Did you know I was friends with your grandmother, Lysandra Yaxley?”

Arthur's eyes widened.

“Really?”

“Really. My family also once belonged to the most important pureblood families until I was born, of course. Lysandra and I became friends because her family also got kicked off the list when Cedrella, your mother, married your father Septimus Weasley. Even your grandfather Arcturus was removed from the Black family tree which was an embarrassment for him being that the ancestral Black family is too proud and such. Anyway, that's part of life, right? Creating new families, bringing people together...”

“Was your family always purebloods?” Fred asked. Tim shook his head

“It was. As I mentioned, before I made my appearance in this world”

“Why?”

Tim was suddenly silent. You scanned your grandfather's face waiting for an answer. Dinner plates flew in from the kitchen and positioned themselves at each guest's place setting while a huge chocolate fountain was set up in the center accompanied by a plate overflowing with assorted fruit. The baskets took a turn and took a place on your grandpa's shelves. Tim sighed, looking at the Weasleys asking to begin dinner.

“I’m the son of a witch, but not of a pure blood wizard”

“Don't you and Lord Voldemort share the same father?”

“Harry...”

”It's all right, Molly, I can answer that” Tim rubbed his chin, thinking “I understand your concern boy, being hide here doesn't make me ignorant to what's going on out there and I know better than anyone what you're going through. You need weapons against my brother and you do well. Tom is a big threat, a very big threat indeed. You're right, Tom and I don't share a father, but that doesn't make him any less my brother.

“I think we're straying from the subject that brought us here” mentioned Arthur feeling a sudden warmth. You supported him, but Tim continued to speak

“I was the son of Merope Gaunt and Aleister Grant. My father was a famous son, grandson and great-grandson of brilliant alchemists, and unsurprisingly he was one himself. Merope Gaunt was... a direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin and a Parselmouth. She had a brother named Morfin and my grandfather was Sorvolo Gaunt. My parents met when the Gaunts had just moved to Little Hangleton after their exile and needed a place to stay. They became the owners of a squalor ridden shack on the edge of town and well, my father was a young alchemist who lived near the Gaunt abode”

You sipped from your wine glass as you listened to your grandfather speak. Never, even with the rest of the family, had he ever struck such a chord as he was doing with the Weasleys. The truth was that you didn't understand why he was telling them all that, however, you weren’t interested in interrupting the story as you knew your grandfather had a purpose with him.

“Those of us who are dedicated to alchemy have never enjoyed an enviable reputation because our transmutation abilities are mostly underestimated by the things that magic in general can produce and it makes a science like alchemy reserved for muggles in their attempt to approach the power that the wizards possess. Personally I think there is something right about that, precisely cause the transmutation in the Muggle world is divided into subjects they taught in schools like chemistry or physics, but alchemy goes beyond that, it’s a connection between the wizard and the spirituality that each one possesses...” the man's gaze was lost in a place at the table, pausing the story. Harry settled back on the seat waiting for him to continue “But it's very difficult to erase the deep-rooted ideas about it, so the best is ignore that and continue doing what we believe is right. Anyway, ah! I got off topic, didn't I? Okay, okay, well my parents ended up meeting and my father fell in love with my mother as fast as my socks get cold at night, but that infatuation wasn’t well regarded by my uncle and even less by my grandfather, of course, for the fame of the alchemists at the time”

“So what happened?” you asked. Tim smiled at you, taking a bite of the rye bread on his plate.

“My mother was treated worse than a house- elf by her father and Morfin, so she decided to run away with my father to France where he had several alchemist friends who could protect them. The Gaunts might have been exiled, but they were still dangerous and to be honest I think my father was terribly afraid of uncle Morfin. They eventually made it to France, but they encountered an infamous muggle who tried to hurt my mother”

Everyone stopped eating to pay attention to Tim as he drank his third glass of wine. You thought that your grandfather wouldn't even be able to stand up by the end of the night.

“He was known as Gilles De Rais. He was a sadistic muggle who tried to become a wizard even though he wasn't born a wizard and used my father to tell him secrets of alchemy. One night they were having a conversation when my father revealed him that there were certain amounts of gold in people's bodies. Gold is a very valuable component, as you already know, so the man's greed didn’t take long to show itself and he questioned my dad how it could be obtained. My father told him that the only way to obtain the gold was by draining the blood and dividing it with a very complicated procedure, however, the gold of an ordinary adult was quite scarce. The real wealth was in the blood of children of no more than ten years old because they possessed a great amount of gold and other components that could be transmuted into riches. The muggle did so, and when he learned that my mother was a real witch, he wanted to know if golden blood ran through her veins, which would make him richer than he already was. My father refused, and decided to leave the place before he hurt us, because they knew she was already pregnant. The muggle went mad and unleashed in him a fury that spread throughout France”

The Weasley twins chorused an astonished murmur as the others moved up to the table so as not to miss a word of the story. You sent a glance at Bill as he hadn't stopped sweating and going over his words all evening.

"They wanted to go back to Little Hangleton but my uncle and grandfather were still in a rage waiting to see them arrive, so my father sent my mother alone while he found another place to stay as he could not expose her to the cold streets of France while on standby, so they had no choice but to leave her with her family avoiding revealing my existence to them. Uncle Morfin didn’t want my mother back, but my grandfather convinced him because they needed someone to take care of the house and their needs. Time passed, my father didn’t come back and I was born in the garden of the house while my mother watered the plants”

“My birth was a surprise to everyone because my mother knew how to hide me well until my father's arrival but, as that didn't happen, I couldn't stand it any longer and made my triumphant appearance on my grandfather's favorite bushes. Uncle Morfin was furious and even tried to get rid of me immediately, but my mother clung to me like a lioness.

“Really?”

“Really," he replied with a broad smile, "I think a part of her was still holding on to my father showing up at some point and getting us out of there, but again that didn't happen. Mom had to endure her brother and father's abuse for me and that's a debt I can never repay”

The whole table fell silent, thinking. Dinner continued as a heavy thunderstorm rumbled overhead, accompanying old Tim Grant's story as if it were yesterday. The man paused to eat and the others did the same with no desire to miss a word. Harry's eyes sparkled in wonder and Mr. Weasley's strong hand on yours helped to soothe your fervent anguish.

“I guess that's what mothers do, isn't it? Anyway, the years passed and I had to live under uncle Morfin's shadow and at the mercy of his growing wrath. When I turned five I started helping the market men with their chores in exchange for a couple of pounds which we had to exchange later for galleons and sickles to survive for two weeks. Mom helped bring money into the house, but it wasn't enough. Then, at seven, the Dream Messengers showed up one night telling me I was required to study at the Uagadou magical college in Africa so I couldn't refuse”

“Wait, Uagadou takes students from the age of seven?”

“Oh I see," the man settled back in his chair, wiping the corners of his lips with a napkin as he stared at Ron, "I forgot that the rest of the magical schools aren't very well known around here, are they? Well, yes, some schools take in very young students as is the case with Uagadou or the Japanese school. It depends a lot on the traditions in each region i guess, because in the African school they select only descendants of alchemists or who have had at least someone in their bloodline whose spirituality helped them to become one. It wasn't all as easy as that, of course, because each student had to pass a test before having a permanent stay, but....

“What kind of test?” Harry questioned when dinner was over and they start dessert. The twins were the first to help themselves a piece of fruit, playing with the chocolate fountain in the center of the table.

“One that only wizards with alchemist ancestry could pass, Mr. Potter. I passed the test so I had no choice but to move to the castle immediately. I didn't want to leave my mother alone, but she convinced me to do it. Going to Uagadou was a great opportunity for me and for her cause it meant I could follow in my father's footsteps” Tim's face suddenly darkened as he pushed away the overflowing plate of fruit Molly offered him. He folded his hands on the table and thought for a long moment. The twins continued to play with the chocolate fountain but a fierce look from their mother made them stop. Then Tim Grant sighed, wiping the sweat from his brow with the handkerchief on his coat “I regret that decision to this day. I could have gone to Hogwarts like any other wizard, but I suppose my ambition got the better of me. Maybe... if I hadn't left Little Hangleton she never would have met Tom Riddle”

You tensed as you felt the pressure of Mr. Weasley's hand on yours a little too tightly. One glance at the others was enough to understand the dread the name struck their nerves. You even caught a glimpse of the hiss on Molly's lips and saw the sting in Harry's scar. Tim let out a chuckle, taking another drink from his wine glass.

“My brother’s father. I didn't hear from him until a couple of years later, when my mother wrote to me saying that uncle Morfin was in Azkaban and that my grandfather had died. She didn't give me many details, however, she did very vaguely mention the presence of a muggle who was quite striking to her. For better or worse, my mother was already forgetting my father, believing that he had abandoned her or, at worst, that he had dropped dead somewhere in France. I didn't believe the same, but it was logical that she got tired of waiting. I would never have grown tired, at least not having loved the way they did”

Your gaze rolled to meet Bill's eyes as he looked back at you. He smiled at you, causing you to blush. Then you both looked back at your grandpa who was sipping a new glass of wine.

“It was a couple more years before I stopped hearing from my family. Mom never wrote again and with uncle Morfin in Azkaban there was nothing that could be done. When I was eleven i returned to Little Hangleton only to find that my mother had married Tom Riddle, got pregnant and he had thrown her out on the street like a dog. She was left with nothing, unable to return to her father’s old house, and was forced to wander in the streets for months, until one rainy december night she went into labor in the middle of an alley. I helped her as much as I could, dragged her to the door of an orphanage where my mother no longer even had the strength to save the three of us. She had her wand in her hand, but she never used it. She gave up in front of me, the baby was born and asked me to name him after his father. She put him in my arms, the door of the orphanage opened, but mother had already died”

“Grandpa-”

“As you can understand, it's kind of hard for me to remember all that," Tim Grant's reddened eyes closed, choking back tears, "I was just a little kid taking care of a baby and I didn't do my best job of raising him. I was upset with my mother for a long time after she died, but I don't judge her now. After living an almost totally miserable life, my mother had no hope and not enough courage to make her want to keep trying, even for the sake of her newborn son. That decision had a considerably negative impact on Tom's psyche as he was growing up I suppose cause I had to go back to school and I couldn't take him with me, I would have! Of course I would have. I tried, but Tom wasn’t descended from any alchemist and there was nothing I could do about that. I tried, Merlin knows I did. I felt the need to leave him in that orphanage. I visited him whenever I could. For a year I went back and forth from continent to continent to see him, but that wasn't enough for Tom to grow up feeling loved. Orphanage life is hard, dear friends, we shouldn’t judge others too harshly, much less a lonely mother” Tim Grant's irritated eyes were fixed on Harry, reflecting deep pain “She was weakened by her long suffering and she never had Lily Evans’ courage. Everyone sacrifices for those they love in different ways, and my mother did it in her own way”

“Why didn't you ever talk about this?” you asked from across the table. Everyone looked at you “when dad asked you so-”

“Your father didn't need any more reasons to support Tom's follies” Tim shook his head “My brother is a very convincing person not only with his family members but with anyone who gets in the way of his plans. He has a very affiliated serpentine tongue, he inherited the gift of gab from our ancestors and your father grew up under his influence”

“We're very sorry for what you had to go through, Tim, but there's nothing that can be done about you-know-who and all that's left for us to do is to fight him”

“I understand, Arthur, but that doesn't stop me from blame myself. I did what I could, but an eleven-year-old can't take the place of his parents. When I graduated from school and wanted to take care of him Tom was already at Hogwarts and completely disappeared from everyone's eye," he lamented, scrunching his eyelids together, "That was the last time I saw him as the real Tom and not the ghastly grayish mass he is now”

The twins and Ron laughed at the comment and were immediately silenced by their father. Tim scrunched up his eyes, took a breath and let out a laugh looking around the room.

“Well, enough whining, that's not what you guys are here for, is it?” Bill, that had kept silent, denied when the man turned to see him, "What's done is done, and lamenting won't do any good, but I hope that what I've just told you will help you to see Tom's human side if he still has it, which I doubt it very much”

“Thank you, sir”

“You're welcome, Harry, dear, well? What was you wanted to tell me, my boy?”

Tim Grant turned his full body towards Bill, almost climbing up on the table fixing his huge opaque eyes on Bill's. Bill held his gaze noticing that the man was drunk since the beginning of the evening. He looked to you for help, but you were too busy watching Mrs. Weasley's reaction to hearing the reason for your visit.

“Come on, boy, don't be shy”

“I... well, I wanted to-”

“Oh, Arthur, your son is so cute!” he shouted as he squeezed Bill's cheeks. His brothers and Harry laughed and even Molly hid a mischievous smile by putting a piece of apricot in her mouth “Poor frightened boy. But, come on! I'm not going to make it harder for you, I know you're here to ask for my granddaughter's hand in marriage, aren't you?”

“Yes, that's right, sir”

“Well, that's a great gesture of you, but this is a job for (Y/N)’s parents”

“It is, but you understand that under such circumstances we couldn't pay a courtesy visit to the Death Eaters," Arthur interjected with an amused smile.

“Indeed”

“So...”.

“So..." repeated Tim. You sighed, "You love my granddaughter?

“Yes, sir”

“How much?”

“A lot”

“Are you going to protect her, take care of her, and love her?”

“With my life, sir”

“Your life is not enough for me, William” Tim smiled at him, tapping Bill's chin with one of his fingers “My granddaughter is still a Grant, descended from very powerful wizards. My hand will not tremble to revenge the suffering you put her through, am i being clear?”

“Y-yes, sir. Crystal clear”

“Good boy," he replied, patting his cheek. Then he turned to Molly, took her hand and kissed the back of it, giving her a beautiful smile. The woman blushed, but it didn't last long because the man turned to her husband and bowed his head in respect. Arthur pressed your hand on the table and also kissed the back of your hand, making a promise “Well, then. Arthur, your son has my blessing to marry my granddaughter”

Mr. Weasley raised his glass, offering it to Tim.

“Thank you, Tim. We promise to take care for (Y/N) as a member of our family”

“I hope so." The man rested his chin on his hands, watching the huge smile form on your lips and kissing Arthur's cheek. He turned to Molly lightly patting her shoulder offering her a sweet roll which she accepted with a giggle “It's nice to see you accepting my (Y/N) so well” Molly wrinkled her nose “Since who she is and coming from a family as complicated as ours...it was hard for me to believe that someone from the outside could fall in love with her someday. I always knew my little girl was different from everyone” Tim's brown irises clouded over. Molly fell silent “You could put her in a basket of rotten apples and she'd make them blossom, so I'm glad to hear you've taken her in as one of yours. Being a Grant is a very complicated task, i never had a problem with people speaking shit about me, i was never ashamed to be recognized as Lord Voldemort's brother, but my yoke should not fall on my granddaughter” Molly Weasley listened carefully “I have always been a faithful supporter of being judged individually and not by the others actions, that would be like punishing children for their parents mistakes, wouldn't it? That wouldn't be fair and it wouldn't make us any less guilty than my brother, isn't that what he’s doing? Punishing Muggle-born wizards just because they weren't born under Merlin's blessing? I like you, Molly, I know you understand.

A pain in her chest made her look down, embarrassed. But then Tim lifted her chin at just the right moment for her to catch the moment her son rose from his place to walk over to you and lock you in a breath-stealing hug. Arthur was at your side watching you and then his attention focused on his wife giving her a beaming smile, the kind she hadn't seen in a long time. Even the rest of their children had joined in the celebration and Harry rose to congratulate you while you and Bill happily sealed your engagement with a kiss. Tim moved Molly's chin towards him, their gazes colliding.

“Yes," Molly whispered, "I understand.

“Good” Tim let out a laugh, pulling away from Molly to toast. The woman watched you as she smiled thinly ”Then my story was useful somehow”

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S i e b e n S i n n e (Seven Senses) III

⋆ pairing: catking!san x reader (x human!woo young)

⋆ genre: yandere au, fantasy au, suggestive

⋆ trigger warnings ⚠️ strong language, yanderish behaviour, possessiveness, violence

⋆ words: 3,500

a/n: last part of this journey, don’t forget San is more like a soft yandere... I know some of you won’t be happy with the ending but it was too much fun haha

part I part II part III

⋆ „But I won’t ever be able to turn into a human again.“

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You definitely felt more energy while being in the body of a real cat but also the castle seemed to be much more distant now. You didn’t even know how to turn back into the other form so you just ran until the walls came into your view that shielded the gardens of the castle from outside.

It was very easy to just jump up and use your claws to get steady on the surface. Being a cat was indeed fun but you wouldn’t want to get used to it.

Emerging the building you were confused on how to enter it because all the doors seemed to be locked. After a little while of not knowing what to do you decide to descend some balconies and stop in front of a large room where a big desk was set.

Was this San‘s workspace?

A meow escapes you without knowing when you see a chair turning and San looks outside only to see you leaning against one of the big windows with your paws.

He frowns and stands up to open the window to sniff the air. „(y/n)?“ You try to shy away from him but he’s quicker to take you into his arms and press you against his chest while closing the window again. He sits down on his chair and places you on his lap to look at you with heartily eyes.

„I should be angry that Hong Joong came back here without you but I see you seem to have a little problem there...“ You purr at the feeling of him caressing your (y/h/c) colored fur with pleasurable motions.

„You can still talk you know?“

You lick your paws out of instinct and shriek a little bit when you feel something itching in San‘s lap. Jumping on to his desk you sit down in front of him muttering. „It happened when I wanted to go into the shop and now... I don’t know how to turn back.“

This makes the cat king laugh out loud and he bops your little cat nose. „It’s ok. I was afraid something happened to you...“ His eyes are full with worry but it vanishes as quickly when he stands up to take you into his arms again. He kneels down and with a small push he rolls you over and you feel yourself changing back.

You lay on the ground your tail swinging quickly while you examine your body. „Oh, thanks!“ You smile at him and he hums at you.

„I hope you had a nice day anyway. After this the next time you get out of this castle I will be the one on your side.“ Worry takes over your features and you are afraid he would do something to Hong Joong for not being careful enough.

„Don’t worry. Hong Joong is one of my dearest friends. If something happened however...“

There was nothing you could do now then wait. And you did until the day you woke up and knew soon you would be free again. Hopefully everything would go smoothly today.

Woo Young didn’t know how long he layed in the grass of the wide meadow he woke up but he was sure there wasn’t much time left when he saw the hectic pace of the towns people and the carriages that passed him.

Disoriented he literally lived the past days like a stray tomcat looking for you in all places. It was only when he emerged an older woman with gray cat ears that he decided to ask what the ruckus was about.

„Oh boy where do you even live? Today’s the wedding of our king choi and his beloved (y/n)!“ She smiles and gives him a flower after leaving the boy standing there dumbfounded.

„Oh my god...“ You were in the palace.

He demonized the mask seller for not telling him this important information and started to follow the way of the carriages like a maniac.

Standing in front of the big gate guards were quick to push him back when he tried to casually walk inside the royal grounds.

„No trespassing for uninvited!“

He waited a second after another cat bowed down in front of the guards to tell them he was late for the kitchen help. It was pretty obvious when he imitated this action to them earning him a questioning look by the guard.

„I am here for the kitchen help!“

„Sir Min Gi! The chef is asking where all the servants are!“ Min Gi debates with himself for a second when he utters something and points for Woo Young to enter.

„Today everything has to be perfect. Men, get back to work and you, tell the chef there’s help coming.“

Everywhere he can hear cheering and laughter while the castle is in full festival mood. He wanders around trying to find a tip for your location and comes to a halt when two equally rich clothed people pass him in a hallway. He quickly looks to the ground bowing but not misses the gaze of the man with the black ears and tail.

Woo Young mirrors the glare with a bad feeling not knowing who this person was or why he could swear he smirked after he saw the boy.

He continues his way through the corridors and just when he swears he saw a white fabric a servant stops him. „You! We have to get ready and why do still not wear your clothes?“

„I ehm ...“ He stutters and the man rolls with his eyes annoyed. He turns Woo Young around and pushes him into another direction ranting about how everything is messed up now and that they should better hurry up.

With all the guards and servants around having an eye on everything he gives up to look for you. He has to get you when the ceremony starts.

You find yourself in front of a mirror all dolled up the necklace on your neck feeling like it’s suffocating you. A sigh escapes your shaking lips when Ye Ri comes in to announce that it’s time for you. Joy is busy picking on your gown and hair to make sure everything looks perfect while you are praying every second your plan works.

Soon you would be back to your own world. Living with your mom and going back to school. Seeing Jang Mi ranting about you and having Woo Young to annoy you every chance he gets. You stick to the memories like they could vanish out of your head any moment.

And then the door opens and you’re getting outside into the big gardens where the ceremony is being held. Music starts to play and you can see all the guests turning their heads to your direction where you try to not faint.

Everything is decorated like you would want it to at your imagination of a perfect wedding. The guests look mostly rich and their ears twitch in excitement at the arrival of the bride. Turning your attention back to the end of the path where he is standing.

San looks devilishly handsome. He gasps when he sees you and you also forget to move for a moment. So much beauty wasted on a man like him.

Cat. He’s a cat. Don’t forget that.

Making your way to the podest where he’s standing you hear the little remarks some of the guest make and start to feel insecure.

„She’s so beautiful! Look at her ears and tail I bet she has the prettiest fur...“

„And to be this lucky! King Choi looks breathtaking like always!“

San takes your hand in his when you shyly look up to him. His tail is swinging agitated from side to side tingling with yours occasionally.

From the outside you two probably had to look like the perfect match but you knew how cruel the king could be. The pastor finally starts his speech while San doesn’t take his eyes off you any second.

You on the other hand focus your gaze on his tie mind really blank the whole time. Only when you’re asked to answer you look up to him seeing his shining orbs and suddenly the man announces you to cats in marriage with the guest awaitening the magic kiss.

San carefully takes your hands in his and looks at you promising. Then he leans down and his lips collide with yours in a sensual way leaving you no option to kiss him back. He feels soft and his tongue provokes to claim your mouth with a longing force. He embraces your waist and kisses you for god knows how long leaving you with a bubbly feeling in the stomach that doesn’t feel as bad as you would’ve guessed. Everyone‘s clapping and San smiles and waves at the guests feeling the happiest he ever did.

The party is in full swing when suddenly the big doors to the hall open and servants bring in the wedding cake with spray fountains on the top. You gasp at the size but freeze in your spot next to the king when you see a face you nearly forgot.

You’re trembling and about to stand up when you feel San‘s eyes locked on your form. „Are you ok, my queen?“

Slowly you turn to him and put on a fake smile to not gain any more attention. He smirks and leans down to whisper in your ear. „I am as much nervous because of the wedding night as you are. I have a surprise for you by the way...“

You frown at him and quickly lock your eyes back on your friend. Woo Young‘s ears twitch still not used to the loud noises and he nearly doubles over when seeing you next to the king.

Anger is building up inside of him but you mouth him to wait. You don’t know why and how he managed to get to you but the love you had for him just sparked again and left you with a warm feeling.

He came here. To rescue you!

Woo Young is quickly out of your eyes knowing you have to get to the kitchen to meet him while San leads you to the cake and of course his hand is over yours when he feeds you a piece of it.

Guest after guest scurries to you and the king to make conversation and congratulate you. The people were nice and you didn’t have a problem to talk feely with them much to San‘s goodwill.

Music starts to play and you and San dance to the first song. It would probably feel very romantic if your thoughts wouldn’t be with Woo Young every second and you fear that San recognizes your change in behavior.

After that the party really starts and cats are storming the dance floor.

You realize the time has come to get out of here. You dismiss yourself with a lie to use the restroom and go straight to the cabin in the bathroom where you hid other clothes.

You put on the uniform of the servants and look from left to right before you leave into the hallway. Walking to the kitchen with quick steps you’re trying to look busy while finding Woo Young. Tears are flowing down your cheeks when you see the boy looking out of the window his tail in between his fingers playing with it.

You stand next to him poking him on the side to gain his attention and quickly usher him to stop when he whisper-yells your name and tries to hug you.

„Listen, I have a plan to get out of here but we have to go now.“

„Alright.“ He takes your hand in his and holds it so desperately fearing he would lose you again if he let go. „I just missed you so much. I was so afraid, (y/n).“

„I missed you, too. I cannot put into words how thankful I am that you came here to save me.“ You both smile at eachother and you hurry to make him follow you out of the castle.

You both run like wolves chased you and so often turned around to see if someone followed you. Much to your disbelief no one seemed to recognize your absense meaning you really could have a chance.

The place where you met the mask seller moves closer any second and your heartbeat doesn’t seem to slow down. Sweat is forming on yours and Woo Young‘s forehead when you stop in your tracks to look around desperately.

„Are you awaitening someone?“ He talks between taking deep breaths.

„Yes. Someone who helped me and someone who will get us out of here.“

After a minute you suddenly hear foot steps in the distance and because it already got pretty dark outside you only recognize him when he’s embracing you.

„Yeo Sang!“

„We have to hurry up! I’ve seen San and some guards searching up the castle for you (y/n)! And who’s this?“

„This is my friend, Woo Young.“ You smile shyly and Yeo Sang nods understanding your relationship when the boy takes your hand in his.

The three of your run as fast as you can again into the direction of the portal passing the town, villages and forests until you can hear a slight buzzing.

„Here!“ Your gaze drifts not only to Woo Young but Yeo Sang, too, seeing the relief in their eyes being so close to be free and out of this world.

For Woo Young it is only important to have you on his side again so he takes your hand and motions for Yeo Sang to get the fuck out of here.

„Yeo Sang, you first!“ Yeo Sang nods at you and a tear rolls down his cheek.

„Thank you for everything, (y/n).“ He gets through the portal and your heart skips a beat.

He’s finally free...

You watch Woo Young in awe and with desperation in both your eyes you make confident steps to the portal. Just when you walk into the light something seems to pull you back and you realize it’s Woo Young who doesn’t seem to be able to walk through the portal.

You tumble back and frown becoming nervous. „What is going on? Why aren’t we able to go?“ You ask in desperation watching the boy shake his head while the moon illuminates the scene in a mysterious light.

„I didn’t know what it meant... but I guess that’s the price.“

„What the hell are you talking about?“

„This guy. He told me I had to pay later for it.“

„Woo Young. How were you able to come here?“

The glare he gives you tells you more than he could explain now. You had a problem. A big problem.

„We have to find this motherfucker and - “

„Ouch, your choice of words is hurting me.“ Suddenly Seong Hwa steps out of the dark of the trees and sends the two of you an intriguing smirk.

„You knew he was here! You knew it all along! Why didn’t you tell me?“

You’re angered and Woo Young tries to hold you back ashamed he got tricked so easily.

„You didn’t ask, little cat.“ A few seconds pass by with you letting out a hiss ready to attack if needed.

„Okay, you promised me you would help us. Now do whatever so he can leave this place.“

Seong Hwa chuckles lowly and raises his eyebrows at your words. „I can do that. But there’s a price for it.“

„Wh- what?! Are you nuts?“

„Listen, I am a merchant. I serve the one who pays the most... so tell me can you give me something that is more precious than what the other bidder gives me?“

„What other bidder?“ You grit your teeth at his words and don’t notice your hands turn into little fists.

„Your journey finally ends here, my wife.“

A dozen guards step out of the shadow all lead by the one you were running from - King Choi San himself.

You take a step back letting go of Woo Young‘s hand out of pure shock. „How? That’s not possible!“

San sends you the angriest look he had and grimaces at your reaction. „This is my kingdom after all. Nothing happens without my consent.“

He just states impassively and motions for his guards to get you.

„Stop! Seong Hwa, whatever he gives you I will double it! I will give you everything!“

He shakes his head and sighs. „I am afraid you won’t be able to give me more because... I already got everything I wanted thanks to the king and you, too.“

You’re feeling dizzy because of the situation and start to cry when Woo Young turns to you looking as lost as yourself.

„You loose. Your plan was actually a good one but you didn’t have a chance in the beginning, (y/n).“

„(y/n), he won’t have you. Go through the portal and leave me here.“

The guards and San get into position at Woo Young‘s words being prepared to stop you any second from leaving this world and becoming a human again.

„If you go I will torture and kill him in the cruelest way.“ San‘s orbs turn darker than you ever saw it and his words shake your bones. He doesn’t play around you know that. And in this moment you know exactly what to do.

Not what you want to do but... what is the right decision.

„I won’t go. I want to talk to the mask seller for a second.“

San and Seong Hwa share a quick look and the cat king smiles at you nodding afterwards.

Woo Young takes a few steps to the portal searching your face for answer his question what you’re planning. You dismiss him with an assuring smile and wait until Seong Hwa is in front of you.

„Did you already take his soul?“

„Not yet. I still have his human mask with me.“

You debate for a moment not knowing if he would agree with it. „If he stays here San is going to kill him. If I stay here I will still be the queen and his wife.“

„That’s right.“

„But I won’t ever be able to turn into a human again.“

„Yep.“ He grins at you from ear to ear already knowing what you’re up to.

„Mask seller, please give him back his human mask. I will stay here and you... you can have my human soul.“ He raises one eyebrow searching your face.

„You know you will never see him again right? He might never give you up...“

You’re crying again at the thoughts and bite your lips. „I want him to be happy. Can you make him forget about his feelings for me and everything that happened here?“

„I can do that.“ With a swift move of his index you can feel the mask appearing in your hand.

You nod at him and turn around to get to Woo Young Seong Hwa quickly in your tracks to make sure you don’t do anything funny.

„What’s going on, (y/n)?“ You surprise him with a desperate kiss. San only huffs in the background not forgetting about the wedding night he still has with you and where he would let out all the anger he has in himself right now.

He reluctantly pulls away still in the bliss of the kiss when you mouth to him ,I love you‘. He frowns and yells out when you crash the mask on his face and push him into the portal.

The last thing Woo Young sees is your smile and then his world turns dark.

San‘s eyes were focused on you the whole time. It felt like if he looked away for only a mere second you would vanish. He could never allow that. No one could take you from him. You were his.

„S-san, please, I need you to touch me.“

A breathles chuckle leaves the king at your neediness. The bliss of the still lingering marks on your skin ignite a fire in him he didn’t know before. A feeling of passion and desire; but also something darker… possession.

He had you on his mercy. His fingers slowly leaving trails down your spine until they landed on the curve of your waist. Your eyes were closed so you felt the tingle of the king‘s finger tips only more.

„Sleep my little kitten. You’ll always be safe with me…“

If you weren’t so lulled in his words and touches you would’ve known that his innocent smile hides something you should more than fear.

But you gave yourself to him and there was no turning back.

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hoeforminhoee · 3 years

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➳ pairing: Lee Know x female reader ➳ genre: fluff, angst (if you squint real hard), husband!leeknow au, Slice of Life ➳ warnings: mentions of Alzheimer’s, miscarriage and trauma ➳ word count: 2.4K ➳ author’s note: This is the first fic I’ve written in almost 4 years and I’m rusty as hell I really hope you guys like it♡ฅ(=・ᆽ・ฅ=) (also please spare me if its bad, I tried hahaha)

I listened to my uwufeels.com spotify playlist while writing this! So check it out if you guys wanna!

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You don't know how long it had been since this recurring dream started, where you find yourself sitting in a wheelchair in a quaint garden overlooking a small lake. You were confused, to say the least.

It felt like an out-of-body experience, yet everything felt so real.

Your eyes traveled down to your hands as you let out a sigh and cursed under your breath.“These hands look way too wrinkly for a 23-year-old! What kind of dream is this?”

Looking around, you saw a few other people in the garden. Some of them in wheelchairs like yourself, and others on the benches under the cherry blossom trees, all wearing the same lilac striped gown.

You quickly realized that this had to be a hospital of some sort.

Why were you in a hospital, and why does this particular hospital always appear in all your dreams? Sometimes you would be 16, 23, or even 50 years old in your dreams, but you were always in the same hospital and the same lilac gown.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you sat there, lost in your thoughts, reveling in the warm spring air that smelt of petrichor. You hummed to the sound of the magpies chirping and watched as the cherry blossom petals danced in the breeze, a few of them landing in your hair.

Suddenly, you felt a pair of hands in your hair - presumably picking out the fallen petals. You spun around and peered over your shoulders and were shocked when you came face to face with a man in his 70s. He looked at you intently, with a small smile adorning his face. And if you looked closely, maybe you would have seen his eyes flash a tinge of melancholy.

The man immediately regained his composure. His eyes softened and resumed picking the petals out from your hair.

“Sorry if I startled you, my dear” The man let out an amused chuckle.

You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but there was a weird sense of familiarity with this man.

Then it clicked.

“Dad?” you gasped, and the elderly man burst out in a fit of laughter.

He then quickly shook his head while trying his best to calm down before putting his hand next to your ear, and whispered: "My name is Minho, and I think I may have a crush on you

Your eyes widened in shock and you moved away from the man.

You were certain that the man, Minho, was a delusional old man who enjoyed flirting with girls 50 years his junior.

Before you could even retort, a nurse was walking towards you. “Mrs. Lee, it’s time for lunch!” The nurse called out as he smiled at you and Minho.

You peeked at the nurse's name tag and tugged at his shirt while Minho wasn't looking. "Nurse Jisung, I think this man is crazy. He just told me that he has a crush on me! And I'm barely half his age!"

Jisung held in his laughter but couldn't help let a chortle escape "Did he tell you that? Well, Mrs. Lee, you'd better make your move quickly! Mr. Lee's sure popular around here!" Your face contorted at Jisung's response.

Well, you guess Jisung wasn’t wrong after all. As you were being wheeled back into your ward, you noticed some ahjummas looking at you and Minho enviously.

Minho walked next to Jisung, asking the nurse about his wife, and you figured that Minho’s wife was probably also in this hospital.

Then, things got weird when Minho followed you into your private ward.

“Uh, excuse me 어르신…” (eoreushin: how people usually address an Elderly in Korean)

Minho looked up at you, hurt evident in his eyes, but you didn’t know why.

“Yes Y/N?” He plopped himself onto a plush chair next to your bed and held onto your hands.

You haven’t had the chance to look at Minho up close, but dang, you had to admit that he was handsome and charming even at this ripe old age.

You didn’t speak as you looked into his eyes.

These eyes. You were sure you’ve seen these eyes somewhere before.

You watched, as the golden specks in his hazel brown eyes sparkled under the ray of sunlight streaming in from the large french windows. You couldn’t explain why you were feeling the way you felt, god you really couldn’t.

You held your gaze on him for what felt like an eternity. Everything about this peculiar old man felt so familiar, yet foreign at the same time.

Think, Y/N. Think! Where have you seen this man before? Why can’t you remember?

Your hands flew to your head as you started panicking.

Why can't you remember? Who is this man? Why does he know my name?

Minho rushed to your side when he noticed you shaking and panicking.

He pulled you into a hug and started stroking your hair.

“It’s ok Y/N ah, It’s ok. I’m here, don’t be scared.”

Why was this scene so familiar?

- Fall of 2033 -

You sat on the examination bed, looking at the foliage outside, heart-thumping while holding onto Minho’s hand.

It was your first ultrasound after hitting your second trimester and both you and Minho were so excited to see how big your baby has gotten.

Your ob-gyn reclined the examination bed and began applying the ultrasound gel on your belly and Minho squeezed your hand, sending you a reassuring smile.

This wasn’t your first ultrasound since you were pregnant, so you knew something was wrong when the ob-gyn spent almost an hour on your ultrasound.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t terrified, but you tried to calm yourself down.

Minho slung his arms around you and drew small circles on your shoulders. “I’m sure everything is going to be ok, Y/N ah. They probably just wanted a more detailed scan or something. Don’t worry too much baby, I’m here.” and he placed a small kiss on the back of your hand.

The ob-gyn sat you back down in her office and your worst fears were confirmed.

“I’m sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Lee. We couldn’t detect your baby's heartbeat.”

Your world came to a standstill. It was like everything was moving in slow motion.

You haven’t fully processed your miscarriage until you were sat on a hospital bed, waiting for your abortion. You were shaking and sobbing violently in Minho’s arms.

“It’s ok Y/N ah, It’s ok. I’m here, don’t be scared. It’s ok, we can get through this together.

I love you.” he kisses your forehead and rests his chin on your head, silently sobbing.

- End of flashback -

You sat there in Minho’s embrace, confused.

That wasn’t my memory, was it?

“Minho?” you squeaked, voice small and hoarse.

“Yes, baby? Are you ok?” Minho bent down and looked into your eyes, searching for any signs of anxiety, and was relieved to see that you have calmed down a little.

“You’re my husband, Minho?” You finally saw Minho smile ear to ear for the first time that day.

“You remember! You remember me today!” He stood up, pulling you along with him, and twirled you around before giving you a soul-crushing hug.

Placing both his hands on your cheeks, he looked at you like you were the only person that mattered to him in this world. You noticed tears threatening to fall from his eyes and you pulled the sleeves of your cardigan over your knuckles and wiped them away.

Minho chuckled a little, before placing a small kiss on your forehead.

“Y/N ah, look what I got you!” Minho said excitedly as he pulled out a bouquet of little blue flowers from a paper bag.

“Forget-me-not,” both of you said at the same time.

You looked up at Minho and he looked so content, you couldn’t help but smile.

Maybe this wasn’t that bad of a dream, or so you thought.

It wasn’t until you went to sleep every day and you could not wake up from this dream, no matter how hard you tried. You woke up in the hospital every day and you didn’t know what to do. What if this was reality? You were scared and you just wanted to go home.

You were visibly anxious and scared when the nurse, what was his name again? Right, Jisung. Jisung came to check up on you when he heard some commotion coming from your ward.

When he walked in, he found you thrashing around, throwing all your belongings into a bag, and throwing cups and utensils onto the ground.

“Mrs. Lee! What’s wrong Mrs. Lee?”

Jisung tried to hold onto you but you were adamant about going home.

You scanned the room to check if you missed anything. Then you looked down and opened the cabinet right next to your bed and were shocked at what you saw.

There were hundreds of post-it notes stuck all over the cabinet.

You stretched your hand out and picked out one post-it note.

“I Love You, Y/N ah. I will remember you even when the day comes when you don’t remember me. - Minho”

You picked out another note:

“Y/N ah, today was our 40th wedding anniversary. You didn’t seem to remember me today, but I will remind you every day for the rest of my life if I have to, about how much I love you. I love you, Mrs. Lee Y/N! - Minho”

“Y/N ah, it’s been 3 years since I’ve brought you a bouquet of forget-me-nots every day, in hope that you will never forget me. Is it working? I think it is! Sometimes you even call me yeobo like you used to! I love you so much Y/N - Minho”

“Y/N ah, it's been so long since I have been living without you and I miss you so much. But I’m content with being able to see you every single day here. Please don’t forget me, Y/N ah. I love you - Minho”

You slowly placed the post-it notes back into the cabinet and looked up at Jisung.

He could tell that you were a little confused, so he sat you down on your bed before beginning to explain.

“Mr. Lee has been writing and leaving a note for you every single day for the past 3 years.”

He said while picking up the things you thrashed onto the ground.

“He has been visiting you every single day, no matter rain or shine. And he always brought you a bouquet of forget-me-nots” Jisung looked at you with a small smile.

“But why do I not remember him?” You asked, throat dry and tears trickling down your face.

“Mrs. Lee, you have Alzheimer's disease. The doctor thinks that it was an early onset triggered by your trauma from your miscarriages.” Jisung explained calmly.

Everything made sense from then on. The recurring dreams and the odd flashbacks that didn’t seem to be my memories. The sense of familiarity that Minho radiated, all made sense.

- Spring of 2023 -

You fluffed out your white dress and looked at yourself in the mirror before sitting down, letting out a nervous sigh.

"Y/N ah it's me, mom. Can I come in?"

"Yeah mom, come on in" You checked yourself for the last time before walking to the door.

"Oh my gosh, my beautiful baby! I can't believe you're already getting married!"

"Mom! Don't cry, you're making me cry!" you giggled while trying to hold in your tears.

Right then, the door opened and dad walked in and you caught the tears shining in his eyes.

"Oh god, not you too dad!"

When the time arrived for you to walk down the aisle, you nervously looked around for a mirror to check that everything was in place as you smoothed out the non-existent wrinkles on your dress.

"Darling, relax," dad said while patting your shoulders.

"You know I never really liked any of your exes-"

"Dad!" you giggled, not knowing where this conversation was going.

"But I knew he was the right one for you since the first day I met him. So don't be nervous. He really loves you, Y/N ah"

Once the doors to the garden opened and you started walking down the aisle with your dad, you saw Minho in a clean black suit at the end of the aisle, and you started tearing up.

I love him so much, and I'm so happy I get to spend the rest of my life with him.

Minho saw you walk down the aisle and he covered his mouth with both his hands and started tearing up as soon as you did.

How did you two get so lucky to have found each other?

“I see these vows not as promises but as privileges: I get to laugh with you and cry with you; care for you and share with you. I get to run with you and walk with you; build with you and live with you.

I get to have you be the person I spend the rest of my life with. I get to be there for you and support you."

"In sickness and in health, till death do us part"

"I love you, Lee Y/N," Minho said, before placing the sweetest kiss on your lips.

- End of flashback -

There was a knock on the door before it slid open, and Minho stepped into the ward and greeted you.

"How's my Mrs. Lee doing today?" He smiled brightly before replacing the bouquet of forget-me-nots from yesterday with a fresh bouquet he brought.

You stood up and ran towards him, pulling him into a hug.

"Minho, I remember you. You're Minho, my husband Minho!"

Minho almost drops the flowers but he sets them aside and hugged you back.

"Y/N ah..." His voice cracked but you could tell that he was smiling.

You pulled away from the hug and looked down at your feet "I'm sorry, Minho"

Minho shook his head "Why're you sorry, baby?"

"For making you go through being forgotten by the love of your life every single day. I'm sorry, Minho." You finished your sentence with a sob.

Minho wrapped his arms around you and pulled you back into another hug.

"Y/N ah"

"Hmm?" You sniffed.

"Remember when you were first diagnosed with Alzheimer's? You said that you were scared of forgetting me. And remember what I told you?" Minho said while stroking your hair like he always did.

"You told me that you will be here for me, to remind me every single day for the rest of your life if you had to."

"And do you remember our wedding vows?" Minho cupped your cheeks and made you look at him.

"In sickness and in health, till death do us part."

"I love you, Lee Y/N, and I always will," Minho said, before placing a kiss on your lips.

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♡author’s note: That’s it guys! I hope you guys enjoyed this fic. ISTG i’ll write something more lighthearted soon lolol (or you guys can send in your requests anytime!) Stay safe wherever you are!♡ also if the year of the wedding and the wedding anniversary doesn’t add up i’m SORRY i can’t math sksksksksks

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hopeshoodie · 3 years

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go off in those tags mama

Ok no but I want a dedicated post to talk about characterization in cmm because as much as I’m actually enjoying playing it, the characters are clearly written by different writers.

Or at least, they’ve done that thing where a show goes on for too long and the characters become caricatures of their most extreme traits in the later seasons. These are all my interpretations of the S2 characters, feel free to check me or share yours in the reblogs or replies-

Lucas: They straight up made him a prick, and not even in a logical way. Lucas was a little pretentious in S2 (using a varied vocabulary, being picky about how he presented himself, preferring expensive drinks, etc) but he made a clear effort to skip over it and be polite to everyone. But in CMM he straight up is rude to people, threatening to leave and shutting jokes down. Honestly, that would be more in-character for Rahim to do, because Lucas never openly disliked the humor of other islanders like Rahim did. And you’re telling me that the dude who was established as wealthy doesn’t know what octopus looks like, doesn’t like horses? It’s fine if he does, but no one addressed the dissonance between it and his personality. I’m fine with Lucas being a little gruff with anyone, but he’s not doing it in a nuanced or in-character way.

Priya: Of all the islanders, her and Rahim are the most out of character imo. Priya was established in S2 to be a super interesting character- on her face she’s pretty basic, enjoying boy bands and perfumes and basic chat. She’s very confident and states multiple times that she’s mature, despite doing a lot of immature things when her feelings get hurt. She’s careless with other people’s feelings and likes being pursued more than she likes being intimate. She had taste (according to the other islanders), she was a little bit goofy. We see like… None of that in CMM. In fact we actually see the opposite- they took her affiliation with sunflowers, which she explained as deeply meaningful, and made it a throwaway joke about asking people to wear “only sunflower print” to her funeral. Priya would die in S2 before wearing sunflower print- all of her clothing is un-patterned and she clearly cares about fashion. They stripped every personality trait from her and replaced it with horny.

And that’s the other thing- I’ve wanted Priya as an LI for a year. We wanted her to be the softer sapphic option to contrast Marisol’s slowburn angsty route. But I replayed the wedding episode yesterday, they didn’t edit it to make Priya seem like she was questioning. Instead, they just made her 180 on her sexuality in cmm and made every other line she says just her lusting after MC. It would’ve been so easy to fix, too. Just tone down her “I’ve been thinking about you” every line to be a couple of her being super excited to see MC. Maybe they kiss once in the bedroom, but we cannot have her be ready to commit to dating MC by episode two. It just doesn’t make sense. And the way the justified it by having her say ‘lol didn’t you notice how I always complimented you, I was attracted to you’ felt like a slap in the face rather than a callback. Like Fusebox was saying ‘lol we queer-coded her but then made her straight, remember that?’. I just… Hire a sapphic writer, please. I would believe Priya examined her sexuality after the villa or even after the wedding, but the way she talks about it isn’t nearly conflicted or in depth enough to make sense. Yes, this spinoff is supposed to be fan service, but… It’s a yikes from me.

Gary: They just straight up made Gary a bumbling idiot in cmm. Yes Gary was slower on the uptake than other islanders in S2- he didn’t recognize jokes right away and took things too literally- but he wasn’t outwardly stupid. In fact, two different times we saw him get quiet and try not to admit it when he didn’t understand things. And even then, he always laughed it off. In cmm he’s just brashly stupid in a way that’s not really funny or endearing (to me).

Rahim: This one bothers me the most because I love Rahim so much and because no one’s talking about it? Several people say things to the effect of ‘that’s just our crazy Rahim LOL’, but??? Was he ever established as the unpredictable wildcard in S2?? The only thing I can think of is that he surprised everyone by spending lots of money on dates (but that’s in-line with his character because he’s super awkward until he’s in love and then he’s SUPER romantic), but other than that he was literally never an endearingly unpredictable sort. Everyone agrees the horse thing was weird, but a lot of his other dialogue has this ‘lmao I’m craaazy’ vibe. Rahim was always quieter, avoidant of conflict, nerdy, and awkward. You could argue that his awkwardness goes away as you get to know him, but even if you were with him from day 1 in S2 he never gets this outspoken. Plus he was picky and judgmental in S2, but we see him in cmm just be super comfortable and supportive of everyone else. I love that Rahim’s here, but he’s so ooc he might as well be Henrik if they wanted a ‘goofy, outgoing, friendly’ character on the cast.

Noah: This is the only change that I really liked, but clearly we have to acknowledge that Noah is way more forward. I believe this change, because he’s had time to self-reflect and also he’s not on tv being scrutinized this time. It makes sense for him to be more flirtatious now that he knows everyone and is more comfortable, especially if he and MC are happily married.

I feel like Bobby, Marisol, Chelsea, and Lottie are all pretty in character, but maybe that’s because they just haven’t had a lot of lines yet. And Rahim/Priya are really the only characters that bother me. Don’t confuse my being critical of the writing with the series being bad- it’s not!!

#i'm hesitant to put any negativity in the tag so i wont tag it #tbh it's not even negativity really just my thoughts #also i know you didn't mean anything by it (probably just a reference to rahim's line)#but could you please not call me mama in the future?#im not upset or anything!!#it just makes my brain feel bad #idk i've been experimenting with he/him pronouns and it's not something that upsets me i'd just prefer you not to use mama #bestie and babes is fine lmao #mama just feels loaded genderwise and also it feels appropriative for me a whitie to say

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arcadianmoonshadowjedi · 3 years

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Making Things Right

Hey guys! As promised, here’s my second ROTT fix-it with an alternate ending! It has a much happier ending then my Moving On fic and it was heavily inspired by another fic by @wizardouxie! I highly recommend checking it out if you haven’t done so already!

As for this fic, neither Nomura nor did Strickler die but were severely injured but will still live on. I also made a change to the incantation for the new amulet. I hope you guys enjoy and feel free to comment! :)

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"Trollhunter make ninth configuration, Kronisphere will make right,"

Nari's words rang in Jim's head as he repeated the last part staring at the bright, gleaming Kronisphere on the ground. He raised Excalibur and made the blow to break the vessel in which it was held. He lifted it up and stared at it in awe.

"Time unfolds differently, like a flower," he repeated Nari's advice.

"Only the trollhunter will know"

He looked all around him distraught at all the collapsed buildings, then at Toby and sighed. They've been through so much together since the beginning and he just wasn't ready to let him go. This had to be a way to save his fallen best friend and all of Arcadia.

He finally peeked into the Kronisphere to see a vision that shocked him. All may seem dull now, but there was still hope for a bright and better future. The Kronisphere. It will make things right. He now knew what he needed to do, what they all needed to do. He placed the Kronisphere into the amulet and incanted.

"For the good of all, Excalibur is mine to command!"

His new armor encased his whole body as a bright green gleam surrounded him. He landed gracefully onto the ground and held Excalibur up high. A bright beam zapped into the sky and then spread into the radius around him. Slowly, all of the broken glass and rubble started to move around him, clearing the area. The remains of Bellroc's titan hovered into the air before vanishing once and for all. Finally, Toby's body rose into the air out of the crushed truck and shined as life was flowing through him once again. Jim gasped delightfully and smiled tearfully as Toby slowly opened his eyes and squinted around him in confusion. The heroes all cheered as their beloved friend came back to them. As excited as Jim was to have Toby back, he looked all around him. Most of Arcadia was still in sizzling flames and in a total state of chaos. Remembering that Nari told him to make the ninth configuration before mentioning that Kronisphere will make everything right, he just knew he couldn't fix this all on his own.

"Guys I'm gonna need your help!" He yelled, beckoning his friends. "I'm gonna need a lot more power to bring Arcadia back!"

Everyone nodded and knew what they each needed to do. Jim released another blast from Excalibur into the sky and put all of his energy in keeping it going. Douxie summoned his staff and transformed it into his beloved spellcaster guitar. With a smile on his face, he started playing his loud, rock music as it released a beam that joined into the one from Excalibur. Claire followed his steps but with shadow magic from her two hands. Aja, Krel, and Varvatos each took out their serrators and shot energy blasts into the massively growing beam into the sky. Jim looked over towards Blinky, Aaarrrgghh, Steve, and Eli and nodded for them to come and join him. They ran over and held onto Excalibur along with him. Finally one more hand covered in scars grabbed on as well; it was Toby's. Jim tearfully chuckled at the mere sight of his revived friend.

"I'm always with you Jimbo! Always have been, always will be!"

The beam continued to grow. It was covered in a multitude of colors and energies as it spread more and more around them. It created winds that blew through everyone's hairs and then suddenly, it changed into a blast that spread across the entirety of Arcadia. All around them, fires were extinguishing and in place of them, the cracks in the roads and sidewalks began to repair themselves. All of the broken buildings and fallen trees began to find their way back to where they originally were. Of course! Jim remembered Nari's words about time unfolding like a flower and completely understood what it meant. From the ashes that Arcadia had become, a new Arcadia would grow back to the way it was before this dreadful war! Arcadia continued to rebuild itself thanks to the combined magic and Akiridion tech as the gang continued to watch in awe. Jim looked back at Toby and finally tackle-hugged him onto the ground. Toby was caught off guard but was happier than ever to be back with his best friend. "Toby!" Claire exclaimed excitedly as she joined in. Everyone else ran cheerfully to join the group hug.

Everyone but Douxie. He looked all around him for any sign of Nari, but he wasn't so sure if she made it back. She wasn't in Arcadia at the time of her death and he felt the urge to go check on her where he last saw her. Claire noticed him standing on his own, then got up and walked over to him. Everyone else started looking towards him as Claire put a hand on his shoulder. Claire signaled with her hand and made a portal. "We can go and check on her," she told him calmly. He nodded his head and went in with Claire. She looked back towards Jim and mouthed: "I'll be back," Jim nodded while he helped Toby up and supported him.

Claire and Douxie finally made it to the site where Nari last fought, right outside of Arcadia. Douxie looked through all the overgrown plants to find any sign of his little green friend. If only he could find anything. Then suddenly, he heard the leaves shaking and he gasped. "Claire!" He called out then started digging through. Claire joined in to help her friend and they finally found Nari slightly stirring in the midst of vibrant flowers. Douxie's face lit up with joy as he scooped her up in his arms and held her tightly in a hug.

"D-Douxie?" asked Nari in confusion. "Where am I?"

"You're here with me, with us," Douxie responded tearfully. Claire gasped in excitement and held onto Nari as well. "Nari! It's good to see you're ok!"

Claire, Douxie, Nari returned to the Arcadia gang and everyone ran to one another and joined into a massive group hug. Everyone was here, safe and well. They were all alive and Arcadia had now become a fully blossomed flower

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Thank you so much for reading this! I still got a second part for this and guess what? It’s the Stricklake wedding! There will definitely be more bonding between the gang and loads of more happiness so stay tuned!

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