#maybe aside from shine on pts 1-5

[revrover]

The Stranger - Pt 1

Part Two | Part Three

Pairing: Namor x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Language, blood, brief mentions of violence and alcohol

Summary: Upon discovering the unconscious body of a woman floating in the water, you rush to provide aid. Little do you know her people are searching for her, bringing a mysterious man to your door.

A/N: Still very new to writing fanfic (this is literally post number two), but couldn’t get this drabble out of my brain for a week so here it is. Please be kind! 

***I do not give permission to copy, plagiarize, or repost my work as your own in any form!

It’s close to dusk when you make your way from town back to your home on the secluded shoreline. With food and supplies in a bag slung over your shoulder, it will be another two or three days before you head back to restock. Although a fair distance, you have come to cherish the 5-mile trek into town. Walking along less traveled paths, visiting with the locals, and admiring the breathtaking nature around you have become some of your favorite things about living on the island. 

As the sun steals its last glimpse over the horizon, the vibrant orange and purple hues stretching across the sky begin to dim. The outline of a small bungalow comes into view about a hundred meters down the way. The warm glow of lanterns you hung before you left shines from the front porch, welcoming your return. 

You stumbled across this place two years ago, abandoned and needing major repair. Maybe it was just your nature to see the beauty and potential in broken things, but as soon as you laid eyes on the residence, your heart was set on it. Wrapped around the front is a porch with stairs that lead down onto a stone path, eventually making its way to the sand. Through the front door, an open entryway and a small kitchen are situated to the left accompanied by a simple sitting area. To the right is a doorway that leads to your bedroom and bathroom. It's a humble home, but you've worked hard to make it comfortable.

As you walk the familiar pathway toward the bungalow, you look out at the ocean. You watch as the water dances its way up the beach with every push and pull of the tide, waves gently lapping their way up onto the sand to make a melodic rhythm. You breathe in the salty air and revel in the beauty the island so generously offers. 

The moment of serenity is interrupted when, out of the corner of your eye, you notice something just past the wave breaks. You squint as you try to focus your gaze to ensure the evening shadows aren't playing tricks on you. A shiver shoots down your spine. 

There's something floating in the water. Only, it's not something. It's someone.

"Oh my god," you say in disbelief, your eyes widening as you feel the air rush from your lungs. 

You react on pure instinct, immediately dropping your bag to the ground and sprinting into the water. Taking a deep breath, you plunge straight into the waves, pumping your arms and kicking your legs until they burn. You swim as hard as you can toward the body as it floats face down. 

When you reach it, you fear the worst. Quickly you turn it over to check for a pulse and discover it is a woman. Her frame is small, but she's solid and muscular. Body adorned with beautiful gold and jade trinkets, she appears to be wearing some sort of woven armor. You also notice her raven-black hair tied in a knot on top of her head, and a mesh-like apparatus covering her nose and mouth.

You carefully cradle the woman's head, lifting it out of the water.

"What the hell??" You mutter in shock. 

Right before your eyes, part of the woman’s face that is now exposed to the air turns a pale pigment of blue. She seems human enough, yet the way the blueness of her skin contrasts with its golden tones underneath the ocean surface makes you question what she might be instead.

All thoughts are pushed aside, however, the moment your attention is drawn to the sight of blood. Two gouges, a laceration across her shoulder, and a wound to her abdomen are seeping red into the salt water. She’s in poor condition and time is not on your side.

Doing your best to grapple her body, you kick your feet and pull the woman back to shore. The tide's added assistance gives you both the momentum needed to propel you toward the beach. As soon as you are able to stand, you turn and haul her body the rest of the way out of the ocean. 

Gently you lay her on a patch of dry sand as you take a moment to catch your breath. Your chest repeatedly rises and falls, your lungs straining for more oxygen. Staring at her now, you feel your heart nearly pounding out of your chest as the rest of her body turns the same shade of blue as her face. You shake your head as you fight back both your fear and curiosity. Whatever the woman's origins, tending to her wounds is your main priority. Help her now, and ask questions later.

Still unconscious, you reach up to remove the apparatus over her face, preparing to administer CPR. Suddenly, her arm shoots out and grasps your wrist, scaring the shit out of you. With unbelievable strength, she restrains any movement your hand could possibly make. Her eyes are wide and intense, pupils dilated.

"Okay, okay, I won't mess with it!" You promise. Her grip slackens as her eyes roll to the back of her head, losing consciousness again.

You rub your wrist, the bruise already forming. Deciding it would be best to move her from behind, you link yourself under her arms and pull her towards your home, unwittingly leaving a trail of sand and blood behind you. 

Making it to the bungalow, you manage to get the woman inside and onto your kitchen table. She's breathing, but it's shallow. Quickly, you grab all the first aid and sewing supplies you can scrounge out of the cabinets. You swipe a bottle of tequila from the shelf above the sink for good measure. Then you get to work to patch her up the best you can.

You clean the wound on her abdomen first, as that's where the bleeding is most prominent. Disinfecting it, applying pressure, then sewing it up, you focus meticulously on the needle in your hand, threading it back and forth through her skin. Once you finish, you fashion a bandage to soak up the excess blood.

The sky is dark as you move on to her shoulder to do the same. It feels like hours have gone by as you continue dressing the woman's wounds. It’s well into the night now, and the only light reflecting off the ocean for miles is from the moon and the lanterns of your home.

That's when he finds you.

A dark figure emerges from the water. He surveys the scene in front of him, eyes filling with rage as his focus dials in on the bloody trail leading up to your door. Spear in hand and body seething with anger, he marches towards your little house. 

Just as you clip the thread used to sew up the woman's shoulder and begin to apply another bandage, you're startled by a deafening CRASH!

Behind you, your front door gets obliterated. Through it, storms a man who quickly steps over the wooden debris that now litters the floor. His presence swallows the room as water drips off of his body. His eyes lock on to yours. 

"Holy shit!" You exclaim in terror. Before you know what is happening, he has made his way over to you, aggressively backing you up against the kitchen cabinets. 

Face-to-face with you now, he holds the tip of his spear to your throat, grazing your skin with it threateningly. He leans in so close you smell the salty ocean spray that covers his dark skin and can practically see your reflection in the cold piece of jade pierced through his septum. His breath is steady, but his glare is wild and ferocious. You raise your hands, attempting to show you mean no harm, only you don't account for the fact that your arms are covered in the woman's blood. His look becomes more menacing. 

"What have you done?" He growls, his voice low and dangerous. A fire is burning in his eyes as they widen with rage. 

"I'm helping her! I'm helping her!" is all you manage to say as you plead your case to the mysterious, hostile stranger. 

His stare remains intense as you feel the growing pressure of the cold metal spear against your throat. Everything inside you is screaming, telling you to close your eyes and that one way or another it will all be over soon. But you don't - you hold your ground and hold his gaze, searching his face for any shred of hope that he will spare your life.

The man's eyes flick over to the woman on the table, taking in more of the scene. As his head turns, you notice his pointed ears and beautifully hand-carved gauges made of jade. He turns his head slowly back to you, looking at you this time as if deliberating in his mind whether or not you are telling the truth. 

Again he leans in close, and you hold your breath as you await his final verdict. 

"You will speak of this to no one." It's not a question. It's a command.

You nod, willing to agree to anything at this point if it means not having your jugular sliced open.

"You will forget this night, and what you have seen."

Again you nod.

He keeps the spear pointed at your throat while carefully backing away toward the table. Your heart is pounding out of your chest as adrenaline pumps through your veins. You don't dare move a muscle.

The man retreats, withdrawing his spear and scooping up the woman who looks so petite in his arms. He carries her through the doorway but stops to look back at you. He says nothing, but his eyes are deadlocked on yours. You can’t describe or decipher the electric sensation that runs through your body at that moment, so you chalk it up to being in shock. 

Finally, he turns to leave, seemingly floating down to the shoreline with the woman securely in his arms. You watch as they disappear into the ocean and the night. 

Left alone, surrounded only by silence, the stinging memory of a blade against your neck, and a buzzing in your chest, you look around the empty kitchen. Blood and first aid supplies cover your table; debris that was once your front door now lays scattered across the floor, a draft gliding its way through your home. 

Your mind is still processing everything that has happened. Physically and emotionally, you are exhausted. 

"Screw it," you say out loud, grabbing the tequila still on the table and taking a swig straight from the bottle. "I'm going to bed."

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You wake up the next morning as the sun is starting to rise and feel just as exhausted as when you had fallen asleep. Your mind is hazy. Your body is sore. You get up and pull on a fresh shirt and some shorts before making your way out of your bedroom. Groggily you shuffle through the entryway and into the kitchen to greet last night's mess. 

Only a few steps into the kitchen, however, you stop. Blinking a few times, you rub your eyes. On the table, where bloodied gauze, cloths, sewing needles, and the works had been scattered, now sits your bag next to a neat pile of the food and supplies you had gathered from yesterday's trip into town. You look down at your feet to discover a clean, debris-less floor. Moving in reverse, you pace a few steps back into the entryway and turn your head. Stunned, you see a new, beautifully carved wooden door in place of where your old one had been kicked down the night before.

You pinch your temples as you try to convince yourself you're not losing your mind. You move closer to inspect the door. Eyes full of wonder and amazement, you run your fingers down its wooden grooves. The surface is smooth as stone, yet the grain in it gives the material a richness that makes your jaw drop as you admire it. 

Before you can even ask yourself how it was possible, you open the door and your breath catches in your throat. The man from last night is sitting there on your front porch, legs hanging off the edge of it, looking out at the softly illuminated horizon. 

"I apologize about the door." He says, still facing the ocean. 

Fear takes over as you find yourself frozen in his presence. He senses your uneasiness and, still seated on the edge of the porch, turns toward you. He raises one hand to the air as a sign of his peaceful intention.

"I promise I am not here to bring harm to you... or your home," he adds, his eyes trailing toward the doorway. You say nothing, equally stunned and confused by his being there. 

"I am sorry for threatening you," he says, his voice turning somber. "I didn't know what you were doing to her."

"Is she okay?" You ask, finally finding your voice. "Your wife?"

He lets out a sharp chuckle. 

"Namora isn't my wife, she's one of my generals -- my best, in fact. And yes, she is okay, thanks to you."

A general. You avert your gaze, feeling foolish for assuming incorrectly. Suddenly the events of last night take on a different tone than what you had perceived.

"We had been searching for her for two days." The man continues to explain, "When I finally traced her whereabouts here and found her with you, I assumed the worst." He looks back out toward the ocean. "History has not typically been kind to my people in these types of situations."

You feel your chest tighten as the weight of his words sinks in. Your eyes wander from the ground up to the stranger. You watch as beads of salt water forge paths on his skin, rolling from his dark slick hair down the toned muscles of his back. 

"Who... are your people, exactly? Who are you?" You find the courage to ask.

He turns back to look at you, raising an eyebrow in your direction as he considers his answers.

"There are some who know me as K’uk’ulkan." He says thoughtfully. "But most know me as Namor." Pushing himself up to a stand, he continues, "As for my people, that is a discussion for another time." 

Namor walks up to you, and once again you find yourself face-to-face with him. Only this time his presence is not menacing, it's hypnotizing. 

"Thank you," he says softly, "for what you did. It will not be forgotten." 

There's a rich sincerity in his voice. Mesmerized by it, all you can muster in response is a nod of your head. A slight smile pulls at the corners of Namor's mouth as he closely studies your face. The light of the morning sun reflects in his eyes, and where you had only seen brooding darkness before, you now see shimmering flecks of gold. Everything about him is beautiful. 

"You are not what I expected." He says warmly, leaning in closer as if the two of you are sharing a secret. He lingers there a moment longer. Then, all too soon, he nods and turns to head down the stairs of your front porch. As he reaches the end of the stone walkway, he stops before stepping out onto the sand. 

"Remember," he says, repeating his instructions from your encounter last night, only gentler. "Speak of this to no one."  

"Will you be back?" You ask earnestly. You don't know what prompts your question, other than the thought of his departure suddenly pulling at your soul in a way you can't explain.

He turns back to look at you and smiles. You return it with a smile of your own. No words are needed for you to know that somehow, someday, you would see him again.

You watch from the porch as Namor strides out into the water and disappears below the surface. The sun glimmers brilliantly across the waves as they engulf him in their deep abyss. 

#namor #namor x reader #namor x you #mcu namor #namor x y/n #k'uk'ulkan #namor fluff #namor imagine #mcu imagine #namor fanfic #namor fanfiction #namora #wakanda forever #namor x gen!reader #namor x fem!reader

[neblina-magico]

Sleeping In The Sun

Chapter 5 (Pt.1)

You were desperate for a job so you applied to be the daycare Attendants handler! you have no clue what you're signing yourself into but at least you don't have to pay rent now!

Moon hates you, Sun doesn't know how to feel about you and you're just trying to survive.

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There are no windows in the apartment, nothing that greets sunlight in or any sort of shine aside from the artificial lights from the ceiling and lamp on the nightstand. You're awake, painfully aware of it, a sudden dreaded feeling crashes onto you the second you wake up. It's common, happens quite often for you, moments where you'll wake up and suddenly be lost in your thoughts, mind, and emotions. Something swarms of emotions but there are times where it's the lack of emotions that overthrows you.

Leaving you feeling like all you can see is a sort of cloudy darkness, you always associate these moments as seeing shadows, reminiscing of past struggles and experiences that have brought you to deal with these feelings. From the top of your head to the tips of your toes everything feels heavy, still, unmoveable. Today your thoughts are little, your mind is mostly blank, yet despite that, all your emotions feel strong, chaotic, and unorganized. Maybe your mind is completely blank, your mind is in a complex state trying to figure out why you woke up like this, when memories of yesterday surface you have a somewhat clear understanding.

Although the day before you made the effort to remain calm during and after the events with the animatronics, try to hide what happened with Moon in those darker corners of your mind. ‘I was doing pretty well yesterday’ you thought looking up at the star stickers decorating the ceiling, ‘so why now does it catch up to me…’ Closing your eyes you take a breath and tell yourself that today will be better, it will.

Getting up slowly you look at the small clock on the nightstand, you have an hour to get dressed and at least have a small snack. You walk over to the closet and open it, greeted with a whole assortment of clothes, most if not all of them being celestial-themed. Not that you'll complain much, you've always loved astronomy. Taking out the Daycare uniform you start changing out of your pj’s.

~bzzt~

A sudden buzzing sound comes from the bathroom attached to the bedroom, slowly walking over you catch sight of a pink watch sitting on the bathroom counter. It was similar to those smartwatches with a tiny screen and all. The band is a pale pink color with cute little stars decorated throughout.

Reaching over for your toothbrush you start brushing your teeth examining the smartwatch. Taking notice of a red dot hanging on top of one of the apps, opening it you're greeted by an email from Lenna, the same person who did your interview.

“Dear new employee

I hope you've already settled into your new home! Just thought I would send you an email as a friendly reminder that today will be the start of your new job. You'll be starting a new job at Superstar Daycare! As both a caregiver and attendant in the daycare, looking after the kids and helping around and about depending on what Sun and Moon ask of you, but also as the animatronics technicians and such.

As mentioned before you are required to work around the daycare, helping kids, putting stuff in their places, cleaning, and whatever more is needed. That kind of work is decided by the Daycare attendants, as of recently we are required to provide the animatronics with a sense of free will and decision making and so we expect you to follow whatever they require of you. However, there is ONE thing that is absolutely necessary for YOU to do and that is to be there for when guardians drop off their kids and come to pick them up. You have to check in each kid and who dropped them off and then after hours you have to sign them out and make sure PLEASE make sure you ask for ID.

You start at 8 AM and your shift as a daycare attendant is until 6 PM which is closing time for check out. After that your entire shift will typically end around 7 PM unless Sun and Moon need some maintenance or something.

Before I finish this email I'll just like to say that I don't understand why you'll want to come back to a place like this. Like you're way too overqualified for this job wtf are you doing bestie? Either way, I hope you have a good work day.

Best of wishes,

Lenna”

Putting the wristband around your arm you spit out what toothpaste is left in your mouth and start to fix your hair/adjust your headpiece as you look at the mirror. Your eyebags look heavier than usual, darker too, and your mind feels swarmed with all kinds of things.

‘It's all in my head, nothing like that will happen again’

Taking a slow breath you check the time, 7:25 AM, enough time to make breakfast. Rushing over to the kitchen you take out some ingredients for the breakfast you're about to make. You're thinking of something warm and filling to fuel you for the rest of the day at least until lunchtime.

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With your little book bag in hand you look at the entrance of the daycare, 7:50 Pm, some parents are already rolling in with their children. Mentally pushing aside the twinkling warm and irritating feeling from your chest you walk past and into the main daycare area. The bright colors never stop to amaze you, walking over to the little counter near the slide you place your bag down and log into the computer. Slumping onto the computer chair you stair at the statue.

The dread of having to interact with those to again weigh heavy on your shoulders, yet before you could enter into another spiral the noise of the doors automatically unlocking drowns out the dark voices gathering in your mind. Plastering on a smile and confident posture you greet the parents one by one each kid gets checked in until an hour later all kids are inside the daycare.

With a sigh you stand up and stretch, walking over to the silly ass looking slide and swoosh inside. No thoughts run through that mind of yours, okay maybe there are some thoughts, some worries and concerns. ‘How's today going to play out? Will I get chased again? Maybe it’ll all be alright’ and hopefully it all will.

You ain't into the ball pit, surprisingly the little cubes (guess it's more of a cube pit then ball) were soft enough that they just squished into your shape. Sadly enough it felt strangely like a hug, like you're sinking into a bed you've long for, the bed only found in your home town. It is a place you would always call home. These thoughts, feelings, and longing looms over you. There's a slight shift, a kid pulls towards you and sits next to you. She tilts her head looking at you with that childlike wonder. You smile at her and she smiles back. Looking at your watch you look at her sheet.

Name: Meelisa James

Age: 6

Height: 137.16 Cm (4ft5in)

Weight: 44.91 Kg (99 Pounds)

Notes: Meelisa is allergic to Strawberries, also please use sign language with her, she's hard of hearing.

Looking back at her you smile.

‘Hello’

She smiles.

‘Hello, who are you? A new friend!’

You nod your head and start to get out of the ball pit looking around, you catch the eye of Sun being chased and claimed by a whole swarm of children.

‘Yes im a new friend, do you want to do some crafts Meelisa?’

You ask her as she walks over to you, smiling and spinning before grabbing hold of your hand and drags you over to the arts and crafts. She makes you sit down while she picks some stuff to use.

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Part 2 will he out soon I promise.

#fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #moondrop #sundrop #sundrop/moondrop x reader #angst #daycare attendant x reader #daycare attendent #fnaf security breach #fanfic

[crunchyspicysalmon]

I’m about to have a Dogs moment guys get ready

#pink floyd #p #the best song pink floyd has ever released #maybe aside from shine on pts 1-5

[xoxo-teddybear]

Oh, The Lies You Tell - Bakugou Katsuki - pt.5

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: angst, trauma, abuse, betrayal, fluff, slice of life, smut, cursing, manipulation, possible spoilers, physical harm, 18+

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Ep. Warnings: cursing, blood, DADZAWA, tiniest bit of angst, Kinda Short Again : P

Summary: Bakugou and Y/N have made up and have gotten much closer. Y/N still isn’t completely sure what they are yet, but that thought will have to be put on the back burner since Shigaraki has a job for her. But what happens on that job is what makes this part interesting. 

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7 Pt.8 Pt.9

All day, you and Bakugou were together. Talking, laughing, just doing whatever. Almost like a couple. Quick kisses here and there and long hugs quite often. It even got to the point where they were constantly cuddling. Mind you, this all happened in just a day. Speaking of which, at the end of it, Bakugou went back to Y/N’s room and they fell asleep together.

*Beep* *beep* *beep* *click!*

You woke up to the glorious sun, shining it’s golden rays through your dorm window. It’s 6:00. Time to get ready for school. As you looked around in a strangely peaceful atmosphere, you found the reason why. Right next to you, layed a sleeping Katsuki.

You smiled at his peaceful state and took a moment to admire all of him. Bakugou chose to not sleep with a shirt due to his quirk, which gave you the benefit of laying eyes on someone who was truly built by the gods. His chiseled chest glowed under the solar rays and his abs were covered in scars from his past adventures as a UA student. Your eyes traveled to his face, where porcelain skin lay. His ruby eyes shut, as his long lashes curtain them. Your hands automatically went to his head, running your fingers through his surprisingly soft spiky hair. You giggled as you noticed it refused to lay calm, much like Bakugou himself. To your surprise, his deep morning voice spoke up.

“Can we just stay like this forever?” He smiled in his drowsy state. You jumped at his voice as he chuckled at your jittery behavior. Your hand had left his hair, much to Bakugou’s dismay, and so he brought it back to where it previously was. “I never said stop, princess.” He said as he attempted to drift off back to sleep.

“Heh, well I didn’t ask if you did. You gonna keep sleeping or you gonna get up and get ready for school?” You teasingly asked.

“You gonna keep petting my head?” Bakugou asked with his eyes still closed and a slight smile.

“No.”

“Then no,” he said as he woke up with a scowl and grumpy eyes. He sat up from his previous position and stretched his arms as he watched you get up and walk to your dresser. You grabbed your rebellious uniform before walking back to Katsuki.

“See you soon, okay?” You said and pecked his pouted lips. He replied with closed eyes, a smile, and a simple “mhm” as he got up and left to his dorm.

As Bakugou walked to his dorm, he tried to savor the feeling of your plush lips on his. He smiled at the recent memory. He walked back into his dorm and got ready, excited because he knew once he was done, he would get to see you again. As Bakugou finished and left, he walked to your dorm and found you and Rumor shutting the door, ready to go. He walked to your side and held onto your waist.

“Ready to go?”

“Mhm!”

You both walked and talked until you reached class, as you opened the door and walked in, everyone saw you and cooed.

“Ouuu~ whats this Bakugou?” Sero asked in a playful manner. Bakugou just rolled his eyes but continued to hold onto you.

“Is she your girllllfriendddd?” Kaminari teased. The whole class giggled at the cute little POSSIBLE couple. It was adorable. Who would’ve guessed the ruthless and “dedicated to being number 1 only” Bakugou would have fallen for someone. They continued to laugh until Bakugou spoke.

“Maybe she is, morons. Is there a problem if she is?” He asked with piercing eyes, causing the group to shut up. “Good.” He said as he sat down in his seat and placing you in his lap. You guys had a couple minutes before class started so it would work out just fine.

As the group continued to talk, a deep voice was heard throughout the room.

“Are you going to continue holding my daughter hostage in your lap, Bakugou? Or are you gonna let her take her seat?” The group looked towards the door and saw their teacher, Mr. Aizawa, standing in the doorway. Everyone, besides Bakugou, Y/N, Kaminari, and Kirishima, gasped at the revelation of Y/N being Aizawa’s daughter.

Bakugou sighed as he let you go to his seat, which was right next to him, and looked towards his teacher. “Happy?”

“Very.” Aizawa replied.

“You know, for the record, you aren’t my real dad.” Y/N clarified.

“Correct, but I adopted you. Which legally makes you my daughter. So listen to your dad and hush!” He said with glowing red eyes which made you quiet down with a huff. You placed your head in your hand as you blew a strand of hair out of your face.

‘He’s probably gonna mention the competition tomorrow,” you thought to yourself.

“Alright class, to begin let me tell you about a battle competition we’ll be having next week.” He said.

‘Next week?’ You were confused. What happened to tomorrow? This would throw off the league’s plans, which surprisingly, you were kind of okay with.

“It was supposed to be tomorrow, but we caught word of a few villains figuring out about the event so the school rescheduled it to a different time at a different location,” Mr. Aizawa began, “the competition will be a battle of schools. Class 1-A and B will be attending. Each class will be its own team. You guys will do something similar to a race but depending on the routes and turns you take, you will end up facing a challenge or fighting an opponent aka a different school’s class. The race is over when a class gets to the finish line and rings a bell. Winners get a week off from all work.” He explained.

The class cheered in excitement at the event coming up and spoke amongst themselves about how they would prepare. You, however, were in minor distraught.

‘Villains? The only villains that could’ve know were the league. Did one of them slip up?’ You thought.

Mr. Aizawa refocused the class and began the lesson. Blah, blah, blah, quirks, blah, blah, blah, law, blah, blah, blah, heroes. The usual. Except this time, you payed a little attention. Hero work did interest you but there was no way it was possible for you. You were already in too deep with villainy, so you just sat in self pity as you listened to the lecture.

At the end of the class, Aizawa pulled you aside to talk. He said he had a few things he wanted to ask you.

“Y/N..” he said.

“Eraser-Head..” you replied. He rolled his eyes at the name.

“It’s Mr. Aizawa, or Aizawa sensei, or even dad!” He complained but this time you rolled your eyes.

“Alright then, DAD, what do you want?” You asked.

“I just want to know what’s going on with you and Bakugou. You’ve gotten awfully close. Kissing in the kitchen, sitting on his lap. Are you dating that boy or what?” He questioned you, and to be honest, you couldn’t really answer. What exactly was your relationship with Bakugou? You weren’t dating, that wasn’t established, but you guys weren’t just friends. This was all so confusing. Still, you couldn’t give the man a straightforward answer.

“Even if I was, it’s none of your concern.” You said with a puffed chest and total confidence.

“It is my concern as your now father.” He said. “I just want to know. I’ve seen some improvements since you came here.....I’m proud of you.”

This shocked you. It threw you off and your body basically deflated from its once confident state. He was proud of you. Words you’ve longed to hear from somebody..anybody, and you finally got to hear it. It almost made you tear up but you had to stay composed.

“Proud of me? For what?” You asked with a little sass and attitude. Gotta keep up your bad girl rep, you know?

“Proud of you for choosing to come here in general. You made a good choice. You’ve benefitted yourself in all the right ways. You’re going down a path of greatness, I can see it. I’m also proud of the friends you’ve made and how open and social you’ve become. It makes me glad knowing that you’re coming out of that dark spot you were stuck in for so long. And it seems that having Bakugou around really helps.” He explained.

The whole thing almost brought you to tears. A father figure was proud of you. He knows your past and who you are and he was proud of you. It’s like a dream come true. You were so stunned, you could barely speak.

“Yeah...Umm..thanks.” You began. “Well! If that’s all..I have to get to lunch. I’ll see you around,” you said as you blinked away the tears gathering in your eyes and began to walk to the door.

“Y/N...if you’re ever struggling, you can come talk to me about anything. I’m your teacher and dad now, so I’m always here to help.” He offered. You looked back at him with a kind face before speaking.

“Thank you..”

‘...Dad,’ you thought to yourself as you let out a small smile and walked to the cafeteria.

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The day went on as usual and when school and training was finally over, you and Bakugou got to spend more time together! You don’t know what it was but being around each other just made each other feel more..complete.

After school, you guys took a fly around the city on Rumor, stopped for some ice cream, and went to play with puppies at the local shelter. By the time you guys got back, dinner was being prepped in the kitchen, so you guys had some time to kill. You both decided it was cool to just hang out in your room.

“Hey, I’m gonna change real quick and I’ll meet you there, okay?” Bakugou said, pointing to the area of his dorm.

“No problem!” You said as Bakugou leaned down and pecked your lips before leaving. You smiled as he walked away and looked towards Rumor who had to be giving you some type of smirk. “Shut up,”

When you both walked in to the room, you changed out of your school uniform and opted for something more comfy. Before you sat down in bed, your earring went off. The league was calling.

“Y/N!...Can you hear me?!” Shigaraki said through the communication device. You ran to it in fear of displeasing your superior if you took too long.

“Right here. What happened?! What villain got caught speaking about the competition???” You asked in shock.

“It was Twice. Idiot can’t keep his mouth shut.” Shigaraki said as you heard Twice’s voice in the background saying it was an accident.

“Look, it doesn’t matter, because the events been cancel due to concern.” You explained.

“ARGHH, figures!” Shigaraki screamed, “look, I’m just here because I have a quick job for you. The others are out setting up our next attack so you’re the only one available.” He said.

“But- but I have something to do right now,” you said, hoping you wouldn’t have to go.

“Well drop it. You’re not getting out of this one. Besides, it’s simple. Get in and get out.” He said.

“..alright,” you didn’t know why. It wasn’t like this was your first job, but it made you want to cry.

“Good. All you have to do is get into heartfilia manner. Boss man, Jude Heartfilia, hired the league for a job offering big banks. He never payed up. All we want is revenge and you’re our best stealth fighter. So get in, kill the man, and get out. Oh! And grab his checkbook too, it’s signed off with his name already. Sounds like easy money. Okay?” He explained.

Kill. Kill. It wouldn’t be your first time. Heck, it wouldn’t even be your 100th time, but the thought of doing it again made you nauseous. However, denying a request from Shigaraki made you even more nauseous. You feared him. You didn’t know just how powerful you were so in your mind, you were the weakest link in the league. So with that in your head, you answered. “Okay.”

You looked towards Rumor in sadness. He seemed to have known what was about to transpire.

“Go get ready, Rumor. We have a job to do.” You said as you walked towards your closet to pull out your villain costume tucked in the back. What stopped you was your...whatever he was to you, walking in.

“Hey princess, I’m back! Miss me?” He said with open arms, closed eyes, and a cocky face, expecting you to leap into his arms. But nothing came. He opened his eyes and saw you near your wardrobe.

“K-Katsuki! Hey! Umm, I’m sorry, but something came up so I can’t really hang right now.” You explained while closing your dresser and walking towards him.

“Oh? What happened? Do you need some help?” He offered. Ugh, why did he have to care about you so much. It’s making things so much harder.

“Um, no. I’ll be good. I just remembered...Korra wants to speak to me. So..I’ll be heading out to talk to her for whatever she needs.” You lied. You felt so guilty lying right to his face but it had to be done.

“Mind if I joined you?” He asked.

“Um, yeah actually, I kinda do. It’s nothing personal, it’s just that these meetings between mentor and pupil are kinda..private. You know?” You asked. You could feel in your soul how furious Korra was that you were using her name to lie your way out.

“Okay, no problem. I’ll see you later?” He said hopeful. You couldn’t deny him that.

“Of course,” you said while giving him a tight hug and a peck on his cheek. Satisfied, he walked out of the room and off to wherever. You let out a sigh as you shut the door and locked it. “Okay Rumor, let’s go.”

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Rumor was in giant hawk form as you sat on his back and you both were flying over the estate. You looked down and saw the place covered with security, however, there was a landing on the rooftop with a doorway inside. You had Rumor glide down there in silence and quickly tranformed back into Wolf-dog form mid air as you landed on your feet. You both quickly ran inside but not before knocking out the single guard standing inside.

Inside, you both were very cautious. The halls were surprisingly emptied. Nothing but a guard or maid here and there. When you finally found the master bedroom, you busted in and saw he wasn’t there. You scoped around, checked his private bathroom, and still got nothing.

“Rumor. Go into the closet and find some dirty laundry or something. Track his scent and then come find me.” You ordered and Rumor nodded in confirmation. You went back out into the halls and found his study. You walked in prepared to kill and get you still saw no one.

‘Where the hell is everyone?’ You thought to yourself.

You saw scattered papers laying on his desk as you approached the laying furniture. He must’ve been in a hurry if he left the place so disorganized. That or he’s always been a slob. You scurried through his desk and drawers and found his checkbook.

“Bingo. At least we found one thing.” You placed the check board into your pocket as you continued your search. You read through the papers on his desk and saw he had frantically signed a signature to book a place at the Inko Hotel right in Musutafu. Then your eyes went wide.

“.......He knew!” You said in shock. He knew the league would send an assassin. Right when you said that, Rumor came in and barked. He had his scent. You ran towards Rumor as he transformed into giant wolf form and hopped on him. He began to run not caring about the people he bumped in to. Security obviously noticed you all and began shooting at you. You turned around on Rumor’s back and used your metal bending to stop the bullets and send them back, killing others in the process. You cringed behind your mask at the sight but kept a strong facade as Rumor finally made it out. You jumped into the air giving him enough time to turn in a giant hawk again and fly off, picking you up mid-air along the way. You both flew off as fast as you could to the hotel where Rumor’s nose was taking you.

Once you arrived you entered the hotel through a back way entrance. You realized you would have to fit in so off came your black cloak and mask. You walked around in your villain costume that thankfully no one was suspicious of and followed Rumor’s nose. He sniffed the floor and followed Jude’s scent until he reached door 402. You noticed a guard standing by and so you used your charm to seduce the man. While he was distracted by the flirt, you surprisingly used your dim mak and paralyzed him from the neck down. You knocked him out and dragged him to a storage closet and returned to the room. You busted open the door and saw Jude laying there in his sleep. You shut the door and locked it. In case he woke up, you put your cloak and mask back on as you approached his unknowing body.

‘He looks so.....peaceful.’ You thought while watching him. ‘But I have to do my job...no matter how cruel,’ you reminded yourself. You reluctantly and shakenly used your air bending to create a sphere of wind around the man’s head. While maneuvering your hands you took his breath away, depriving him of oxygen and killing him in the process. You just killed a peaceful man in his sleep. As you came to that realization, you released a breathy sigh as you put your hands together to pray for him and allow his spirit to leave the world in respect.

Once you opened your eyes again, you noticed tears pricking at the ends. You hated this part of the job. Stealing and grifting was easy. But murder? That was a whole ‘nother level that made you want to scream. As you walked off with your head handing low, you left the building in a sadly successful job. On the journey back to UA, you called Shigaraki through the earring and told him of your mission results. He congratulated you on a job well done and asked for you to return the checkbook when they would later attack UA. Your face grew sour at the reminder that you’re all here just to create misery. What a pity.

You had noticed Rumor had gotten generously tired and so you opted to just walk instead of fly home. It wasn’t that bad and you needed to clear your head anyway. After walking for some time, you were close to the dorms but as you took a turn, you of course ran into....... Bakugou?!

Due to a quick reaction, Rumor had shrunk to a mouse and you were so thankful you wore your cloak and mask....YOU WORE YOUR CLOAK AND MASK!

“Woah! Hey! Watch we’re you’re-“ he cut himself off as he noticed your attire. He recognized you instantly. “You’re...Titania!”

Thankfully he wasn’t aware of who was under the mask. You picked up Rumor dashed off before anything else happened. But Bakugou being the hero he is, he chased after you.

“Hey! Get back here!” He said using his explosions to blast himself further and give him some speed. However, you had a few tricks yourself. You used your air bending and applied it to help with your running and give you a boost.

As the chase went on, you zig-zagged through alleyways and over city obstacles like trash cans and such. Bakugou was right on your tail...or so you thought. As you turned back to see if he was still behind, you saw nobody, and in the heat of the moment, you let your guard down. You allowed yourself to stop and just breath as you layed against a brick wall in the shadows but to your surprise Bakugou had tackled you to the ground from the side. Now he had you pinned down as he huffed closed to your face.

“You damn villain scum“ those words made you cringe behind your mask. He was right. Villain scum is what you are, but those words coming from Bakugou just made your heart hurt. “What the hell are you doing out here?!”

When he asked that questioned, you remained silent. He grunted as his eyes squinted in frustration. “Tell me!” He demanded.

As your head got back in the game, you kicked his groin and used some wind to push him back. Throwing him behind a pile of trash cans, you quickly used your fire bending to blast you into the air as Bakugou’s sight was blocked. You threw Rumor’s mouse form into the air as he transformed into a giant hawk and you both escaped before Bakugou looked back up to look for you. You successfully got away.

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When you returned, you had Rumor go back to his mouse form to sneak into the dorms. You waited by the side as Rumor went to retrieve some clothes for you to change into on the side of the building. When he returned, you changed under your cloak and then hid it as you walked in with Rumor. You passed a few students but none seem to be suspicious of anything. You made it to your room and sighed in relief as you layed down but then, Bakugou of course barged in.

“You’re never gonna guess what the fuck just happened, Princess.” Bakugou said as he threw off his jacket and flopped on top of you. You let out a ‘Oof,’ and giggle as you began to pet his head. Yes, you felt guilty for what you did and were about to do but you had to. Right?

“What happened, Suki?” You confidently said. Bakugou slightly flinched as he looked up to you with a slight blush.

“Suki?” He questioned.

“Mhm! My new name for you. Cute right?” You happily said.

“M-mhm,” he said as he tucked his head away in your chest and blushed even more.

“So tell me what happened.” You said. He sighed before speaking almost as if he was frustrated.

“I was out walking after stopping by my parent’s place to drop something off and I ran into..Titania.” He explained.

“Titania?” You played dumb, “that top ranking villain?”

“Not just any top ranking villain. She’s the top and most wanted female villain out there. She’s bad news and I chased her down. Of course she got away though, can’t believe I thought I could take her down. Her skill level is insane. She’s had to have been fighting since she was probably our age or even younger.” He went on.

“You know her age?” You said with a slight panic. You didn’t want Titania’s anything to be revealed.

“With her skills, I’d bet she’s at least in her late 20s.” You were slightly flattered by the fact that Bakugou thinks you’re that powerful, but of course he didn’t know it was you. That was kind of disappointing though, he didn’t know who you truly were. Then you thought back to what he said. Villain Scum. If that’s what he thought Titania was, then when he found out who she really was, he would definitely have a thing or two to say about you. You saddened at that thought but wanted to change the topic after becoming slightly uncomfortable with the “news.”

“Don’t let it get to you. We are still hero trainees after all. We can only do so much. C’mon, let’s watch a movie and cuddle instead.” You offered to which he happily agreed. And so you both sat and just enjoyed each other’s presence and the movie. You were seated in Bakugou’s lap as you both sat on your bed just living in the moment. Bakugou would pepper you in kisses every now and then to which you laughed and happily accepted.

You loved the time you got to spend with Bakugou. It felt right whenever he was around. Your life was a hot mess but then he came and became your little getaway. He was a breath of fresh air to you and everything about him just made you smile. His presence made you happy, his smile made you swoon, his touch had you melting and his kisses were just...amazing. You guys weren’t an official couple, but you were something. And although it was confusing, that something was enough to fill your heart with all the warmth and love that you’ve been missing for the past 16 years of your life. The only question was...how long was it going to last before it all came crushing down?

*sorry for any spelling mistakes, this was quick and delayed*

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[dottiechan]

Tempest (Pt. 2)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3  | Part 4 | Part 5  

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Pairing: Ava Du Mortain x f!Detective

Wordcount: 1624

Warnings: death, grieving

Summary: A prolepsis from 1896. There is one last goodbye Ava has to say if she ever hopes to find peace.

A/N: It’s pure angst. I’m warning you. Also part two, huh? I’m probably more surprised than you are.

Today, somewhere in the woods near Wayhaven

The gate creaks as she pushes it open, the rusty metal almost bending in her formidable grip. She is tense, shoulders taut, her muscles rebelling against the control of her mind.

Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch’intrate. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.

Dante was lucky - Beatrice awaited him in heaven after he went through hell to get to her. But Ava is not so fortunate. Oh no, her hell is only just quite beginning. Down she goes to the deepest pit, the last circle, without a guide, and there will be no salvation in the end. The frozen wasteland reserved for the most treacherous await her with open arms, ready to swallow her whole. Her guilt burning in her veins will not save her now. It will not keep her warm.

It’s early March in Wayhaven. The snow begins to gently ascend on the old abandoned cemetery in a slow flurry, and the stars studding the night sky have suddenly doubled. Ava raises her gaze, eyes already shining with the promise of tears as the starlight reflects in them under the gentle frame of her eyelashes.

She doesn’t want to do this. She can’t do this. But she will. For her sake.

Ava has abandoned her one too many times already, irreversibly. What is a promise kept to the dead? What is a kiss to a gravestone? She has no idea. She doesn’t think it means anything. But she cannot say no to her again. Even if she is not really here anymore.

The Wayhaven assignment, protecting Rebecca’s child, a detective no less... It has brought up so many memories she tried to bury deep inside of her. A hundred years haven’t been enough to forget even a single detail about her, and she doubts a hundred more will do anything to corrode the image of her she guards in her heart. But why did it have to be this way? She has meant to come here for decades now, but she was always terrified of what the certainty of her death reaching her with its icy fingers would do to her. Now she has no choice but to face her. Murphy is captured, the detective is recovering and assigned the title of liaison, and Unit Bravo is to be stationed here in Wayhaven for an unspecified period of time.

It’s cruel. She could read it on Nate’s face too. Knowing she is buried here, a friend to him, an old ally to them both, and something so much more to her, well, it’s enough to keep them both slipping in and out of memories. Her old friend is one step ahead of her though, as always - he’s quietly let her know the other night that he’s been here, that he’s left flowers, that he had to, he just had to, that he’s sorry. Ava sincerely hopes that the quiet and yet all the more painful, persistent reminder of her death that permeates this small town has been somewhat soothed over by this gesture in Nate, even if she knows she can hope for no such peace.

The thin sheen of stark white snow crunches underneath her boots as she walks down the path slowly after a steadying breath, her silhouette melting into the all encompassing darkness. This place is ancient compared to the new cemetery’s modern plots - she’s seen them as they’ve passed them by on multiple occasions. No, this cemetery is small, and hidden deep in the woods surrounding the little town, flanked by pine trees so tall it was hard to find it in the first place. It’s a historical attraction now, with its beautifully sculpted headstones and statues, its residents being the best and brightest of the 19th century, ground to dust and bones after the next generations have inherited the world. This is what time does to the best and brightest, to the ones that live, to humans, Ava thinks grimly, hiding behind her logic a moment longer before it will all be ripped from her hands once more. The private detective always had that effect on her, and she doubts her abilities have languished in death.

She was too good for that. Too good for the fate that befell her. Too good for her.

Thinking about the private detective sets off a reflex in her that she cannot stop immediately. She focuses her senses on instinct, her gaze cutting through darkness with ease, her nostrils filling with the rich scent of the woods even through the steadily growing blanket of snow, her ears straining to pick up her sensitive heartbeat.

But it’s only the evergreen branches gently swaying under the weight of the snow, and the howling of the wind, and the gentle rustling of nocturnal animals. and the smell of earth. These headstones, once people, are no more alive than the cold snow underneath her boots.

Ava dares a few more steps down the path, statues of angels and crosses standing silent vigil in honour of her pilgrimage, and she considers backing out and closing her heart completely and fully to the past when she sees plain pale blue flowers on a grave - the only colour in the monochrome of this grim scene. She is paralysed, her throat tightening, her feet so heavy that she feels stuck in place for a good while.

This is the path Nate took, and that single bouquet of flowers marks the destination of his visit.

Most of the people buried here have been dead for so long that no living have ever met or remembered them anymore. No flowers, no candles, no tears shed for them, no laments offered. Just mother nature smoothing over their granite foreheads with rain fingers, and sun kisses and snow breaths. And the pain of her being one of those forgotten faces tears through Ava with such a force that she is spurred into motion, wading through the snow until she’s right before the plot her detective has been confined to for the rest of eternity. Such a tiny space, she thinks as her chest constricts at the sight of the modest little grave. The white of the snow is threatening to swallow the inscription of her name, and Ava sinks to her knees, not caring one bit about the wetness of the ground seeping into her trousers, as she reaches out with the reverent fingers of a lover and brushes the snowflakes aside until she can see it all clearly, fingertips ghosting over the forbidden curve of each letter in her name that alone mean nothing, but put together... Put together, they mean her whole world.

Her world, now as cold as Ava had been towards her many times in the past, reduced from endless possibilities to a mere coffin’s size. How she wishes she could crawl in next to her and apologise to each bone before closing her eyes and never leaving her side again.

She used to do that when they fought. Of course, the private detective was very much alive then, and apologies were much easier to convey. She used to creep into their bedroom at night where she’d cry alone and pretend to sleep instead of admitting defeat. Ava used to swallow her pride and kick off her shoes and crawl into bed with her. She used to hold her close, the warmth of her back seeping into her chest as she’d mutter apologies into her hair. And the detective could never stay mad for long. She would turn in her grasp and cry until Ava kissed away all her tears.

The snowflakes burn the flushed skin of her cheeks as she kneels there, one icy palm flat against the inscription on the stone, the only movement for a long while being the stars dancing in the salty streams sliding down her cheeks.

This one last apology can never be delivered properly, she knows that. But she had to go. She had to leave London. Her work at the Agency always came first. The detective knew that, even if she didn’t know everything about her. What would have happened if she had stayed, she does not know. Information was vague back then, and hard to come by. She does not know how she died; so young still, only two years after Ava left for good. Maybe she could have saved her one way or the other. Maybe. But even if she survived the dangers of her work, and the dangers that threaten all mortal beings, even then she would be gone by now.

She was a being that should have been preserved. If Ava hadn’t been such a coward, she would still be here, and her brilliance would shine fiercely like the North Star, leading her on, adding a purpose to her existence.

Yet stars die eventually. Even if their light keeps on shining for thousands of years afterwards.

Hours pass. Ava melts into the long row of statues, her pale skin the colour of white marble, her features that of an angel’s. If anyone were to visit now at this late hour, perhaps they wouldn’t even notice her.

But there is someone out there, silent as the grave, halting to a stop only by the tree line - not risking exposure, but also unable to resist staying away. There is someone out there lurking in the shadows who could single Ava out of a thousand faces if she had to. She lingers, not ready to reveal herself, her shock turning her inside out as she watches what transpires by her grave.

And while Ava is busy mourning, she is busy welcoming back a lover she thought dead. 

#dottiechan writes #ava du mortain x detective #a du mortain x detective #the wayhaven chronicles #twc fanfic #ava du mortain #a du mortain #what a ride huh? #no clue where this sudden urge to write again comes from but hey #i'm not complaining

[dragon-fics]

DOS: Hunter to Lover (Male Dragon Shifter X Male Elf/Reader)

Chapter summary: You are an elf who must bring back a dragon’s head to be a hunter for your clan. While on your hunt, your team leaves you alone.

pt. 1, Pt. 2, pt. 3 pt. 4, pt.5

“And remember what hangs in the balance; your path in life!” Shouted the elder elf. His luscious silver locks wavered in the snowy air as he paced in front of us, giving us the speech every new hunting elf heard when they went on their first hunt. “Come back with a dragon’s head, you become one of us; fierce hunters who feed our clan! Come back empty-handed, and you will have to make another life for yourself!”

Every firstborn heard this speech on their 800th year of life, when we come of age to be adult elves. And now it was my turn.

I stood with my team of five other elves, we all wielded a weapon; a bow, an ax, a sword or a dagger, along with hunting knives on our belt. I held a bow, a quiver tightly strapped around my torso. I set my face hard, but I wasn’t ready for this.

The elves beside me absolutely were; they were ready to be hunters for our clan.

The elder faced the group, his speech finished. His silver robes wavered in the breeze. He scanned all of us, his ancient gaze pausing on me. I gulped.

“Go forth! And find yourself a beast to kill!”

The surrounding elves raised their fists. “Ho!” They shouted.

“Ho,” I mumbled with them.

The groups dispersed. I followed mine to the north of our village. We already had scouted to the north, and there we found hints that a dragon lived nearby; shed scales, large animal carcasses, large dung piles, all remanents of a dragon.

Our leader Bracken, an elf three months older and taller than me, ran over our plan quickly; I would release some arrows to distract the beast, three others would charge at it and our leader would drive his sword through the dragon’s chest. Straight forward, but hard to time and even harder to find the dragon. We all nodded, to show that we understood the plan. He gave a quick nod back, and we started our way out of the village.

We trekked for a long time until we found the dragon’s main feeding spot; he littered it with carcasses from recently to bones from years ago. I looked away, disgusted; how could any creature eat another creature? It was barbaric.

“Search for tracks,” our leader ordered. We split up.

I made my way over to the freshest carcass and circled it. Large five-clawed talon marks were pressed in the ground. I followed them out of the clearing to the east. I turned around.

“Bracken!” I called. But they were gone, the four of them had just disappeared. “Bracken, Arya, Nima, Flinn?” I called one by one. Nothing.

I thought for a moment. Perhaps they found tracks and wanted to investigate? I’m sure they’ll be back soon. 

I went over to one of the wider trees around the clearing and leaped up into it, and sat in the branch's crook, leaning against the trunk. I looked at my bow, plucking the string as I waited for my team to come back. After a while, I stopped and looked up through the leaves at the pale blue sky above. I was getting sore from sitting on the branch.

I sighed and listened to my surroundings, so I could try to hear where my teammates were. I closed my eyes and focused on my ears. I pushed aside the close sounds and focused on the smaller ones. I could hear some grasshoppers nearby, two squirrels scurrying up a tree and a mother moon phoenix calling to her fledglings to come back for dinner. But no adolescent elves.

I sat like that for a long time. When I opened my eyes, the sun was setting and my legs were asleep. I stretched, dangled out of the tree, my hands gripping the branch as I hung there.

“What am I going to do?” I whispered. I walked over to the tracks I had found earlier. I had no team, no way to bring back a dragon’s head, and I had no way to get back safely without my teammates.

I looked at the long line of tracks ahead of me and drew in a breath. I’d have to stay silent and hope that the dragon and I didn’t cross paths.

I stayed to the edge of the tracks, walking beside them as I looked around. The forest was getting dark, but my Elven sight allowed me to see in the growing darkness.

My heart raced as I walked, I was so scared about coming across the dragon; I forgot about the tracks and wandered off course.

I stop in my stride as I came out of my thoughts.

Where am I?

I spun around and looked at the ground; no tracks in sight. I whipped my head around again, my breathing quickening.

I’m lost and alone.

I don’t know where the village is from here.

No one knows where I am. I’m going to die here at the talons of a bloodthirsty beast and no one will ever know where I died.

A picture of my parents and siblings flashed before my eyes.

They’ll never know...

Tears spilled from my eyes, and I heard heavy wings flap above me.

Mama and Papa will never know because I’m a coward and a fool

Something landed behind me rather lightly.

“It’s all right, little elfling,” soothed a male voice. “I won’t hurt you.”

I spun around, tears spilling down. In front of me stood a muscular male with broad shoulders and chest. His skin tone was much darker than my own pale complexion and had dark green scales on his jaw and neck. He had scaled dark green wings on his back and dark horns protruding from his dark shoulder length hair. He wore a pair of brown trousers and nothing more.

A dragon? I questioned. They have more than one form?

He came closer, his expression soft. “You’re lost, aren’t you?” He asked, he sounded like he will bundle me up and take care of me forever. I wanted to trust me.

I nodded my head, my lips quivering.

“Oh, little elfling,” he pouted. He came closer and wrapped his arms and wings around me. “Those elves were wrong to abandon you.” I sobbed into his chest. How was I doing this? I’m supposed to kill him, not sob uncontrollably in his hold.

“I know just what you need,” he said. He opened his wings and looked down at me. His bare chest was getting soaked by my tears. “Come with me, little elfling,” he whispered.

I nodded, even though it wasn’t a suggestion.

He put a wing around me and walked me away from where we were. I slowly gathered myself as we walked.

“What’s your name, little elfling?” He asked.

“(Y/N),” I stuttered.

“A pretty name for a pretty elf boy,” he mused. I smiled, blushing. “I’m Ugauc.”

I smiled at him. “Nice to meet you, Ugauc.”

We stopped in front of a curtain of leafy vines.

“Welcome to my home,” he greeted before moving me through the dew dusted leaves. On the other side was a bed made of animal hides, a few loose bones, a tiny stream of water and glowing crystals in the walls, ceiling and stalactites, illuminating the cave. There were no gold or gems, no Elven warriors strewn on the ground. No blood spattered on the walls and floor. Maybe we had everything wrong about them.

Ugauc walked forward, leaving me by the entrance.

“This... This is beautiful,” I gasped, focusing on the glowing ceiling.

Ugauc shrugged. “I suppose so. I guess I wanted to find a simple home, having figured out my mate is an elf.”

I looked at him. “Who?” I stiffed as my nose cleared up.

Ugauc hesitated and looked at me. “You, (Y/N).”

I looked back at him, frozen. All this comforting was just so he could—

—No, there must be more to it. He said figured out, remember.

“How do you know that we...?” I put my forefingers together.

Ugauc looked down, thinking about how to explain this. “When dragons come of an age to find a mate, an invisible string pulls us towards each other, so we may find each other. My string led me to your village. I was confused at first, but when you went on a scouting trip with those ‘teammates’ of yours, I knew it was one of you. So I observed all of you—I liked you the most—but when you spilt up to follow my tracks, it was easier for me to figure out which one of you is my soulmate,” he explained. He looked at me, golden eyes shining.

I looked down. “So, we’re—?” I pointed from me to him.

He nodded.

“And you’re sure it’s not any of the others?”

“(Y/N), what I feel with you is like nothing I have ever felt with anyone else.” He moved closer and cupped my cheek.

I swallowed saliva. “Do—did you scare off the others to figure this out?”

Ugauc stepped back. “By the howling winds, no,” he said, sounding insulted. “No, I didn’t. As soon as you turned your back, they walked off, little elfling. I promise you.”

I sighed, disappointed. I looked back at the vines behind me. No light passed through them. I looked back to Ugauc.

“I will walk you home,” he made his way towards the vines.

“Could—,” I started. He turned around. “Could I stay the night? I’m not ready to go home and everyone will be asleep.”

Ugauc smiled. “Please do, little elfling.”

“I’m not an elfling, Ugauc.” I crossed my arms.

“I know. But you’re my little elfling.”

I smiled, and he smiled back. I was so happy he had found me.

Let me know if you want a part 2! I enjoyed writing this WAY too much.

#Dragon #dragons #dragon x reader #mlm #bxb #mxm #dragon x elf #dragon one-shots #dragon one shot #Ugauc

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[M] - PhysCom - Pt 1

pt 1 - pt 2 - pt 3 - bc 1 - pt 4 - pt 5 - pt 6

Pairing: BTS - OT7 x Reader

Rating: Mature [18+]

Length: 5.6k words

Genre: PhysCom AU - smut with dashes of angst, and a shitload of romance and complicated feelings,, uhuhu (porn with plot??)

Warnings: swearing, mild degradation, anal play, anal sex, oral sex (male receiving), I think that’s it?? 

ahhh my first smut~ I went kinda hard ehehe sorry this chapter has quite a bit of Taehyung, but they will all have time to shine, promise~ I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think! ^^

You are Bangtan’s slut. Every group has them, to relieve tension and keep a regular sex life, with all of the health benefits that entails. You keep their hair shiny and their skin glowing. You help them stay happy. And that’s really all you could ever ask for.

To be hired as a Physical Companion, you have to be flexible: at any time, your clients could use your body in any way they desire, no matter what you’re currently doing. The sound of slicing vegetables and bubbling water permeate the kitchen while you make dinner, and you hum to yourself as you start to peel another carrot.

“Spread.” Min Yoongi’s voice calls from the entryway of the kitchen, already fishing his dick out of his pants.

You set down the half-peeled carrot and reach behind you to hold you ass cheeks apart, a serene smile on your face. You don’t turn around. He hasn’t told you to yet.

He takes a hold of the bulbous plug in your ass, grabbing the base and twisting it out with a sucking sound from your fluttering hole.

“Ah, fuck…” He hisses at the sight of you, nothing on you now but a frilly apron, your utility belt, and your pussy plug as you make them dinner. He pushes his cock up to fit between your ass cheeks and up your back. “Release,” he commands, and you let the soft flesh of your ass spring back in place, covering his cock. “Resume.” It’s his last command, and you hum to yourself as you keep making dinner while he gives himself an assjob.

“Dinner will be ready soon, Master Min. I’m making stew.” You speak in a calm, almost robotic voice. He didn’t tell you to react to his actions, so you don’t.

“Shit… fuck.” He grunts and doesn’t respond to your statement, too busy grinding his cock against your ass. “Lube,” he demands, sticking out his hand. You reach into a pouch of your belt and wordlessly produce a bottle. He squirts lube all over your ass crack and gaping hole, spreading it around with his hardened cock.

Yoongi doesn’t give any warning before pushing into your ass. He groans loudly, pumping in and out of you. You don’t react apart from how his thrusts jostle your body.

“Fuck yes. Look how fucking pretty for me…” He grips your shining ass cheek, pulling it aside before slapping the flesh loudly, the sound echoing through the house. You continue to hum and chop vegetables, your body reacting involuntarily as your abdominal muscles clench, bracing for the impact of his thrusts. He spanks you again and again, his hand coming down with more force each time.

“Fucking beg for more, slut. Moan for my cock,” he growls, and like a switch being flipped on, you grip the counter, crying out in ecstasy.

“Please, master! Oh, please spank me harder!”

It’s all a part of the job.

Yoongi complies to your wanton desperation, quickly turning your ass red as he spanks and fucks you relentlessly.

Just then Jungkook comes in, stretching after his workout. You can see his bulge straining against his joggers. “What’s for dinner?”

“Hi, Master Jeon! I’m making stew,” you reply cheerily, then switch back to moaning and writhing for Yoongi’s pleasure.

“Sounds good.” Jungkook walks up to you, his crotch at your eye level. “Handjob,” he commands casually, as he pulls out his phone.

You’re surprised. Jungkook normally doesn’t take advantage of your services, except on a few occasions when the group has passed you around during a celebratory dinner. He usually keeps his pleasure to himself, although the company has probably told him to rely on you more often.

Just as it is not encouraged for idols to drink or smoke, it is not encouraged for idols to masturbate. It puts unnecessary strain on their bodies, and wastes a lot of time that they could be spending on more important things. If they need to get off, they should go find their PhysCom.

Jungkook asking you to jerk him off is unexpected. But you comply, pulling his cock out of his pants as carefully as you can while Yoongi is fucking your brains out. You start stroking Jungkook while he talks to Yoongi about their schedule for tomorrow.

“Manager said we should have the second choreo ready, just in case.”

“Ah, we need to practice it more.”

“Yeah, I don’t feel too confident…”

Their voices turn into buzzing as your mind starts to wander, gazing at the beautiful length in your hands. Everything about Jungkook is flawless, but fuck, his cock might be the most perfect thing about him. You’ve only seen it a few times since you were hired, but it still sneaks into your dreams some nights, when you let yourself imagine being held by some or all of the BTS members. It's an unthinkable and out-of-bounds fantasy, which makes it all the more twistedly tantalizing.

Though you’re ashamed of your guilty pleasures, you remember a particularly passionate dream from just last week, and you’re overcome with lust. Before you can think, you’re licking at Jungkook’s cock.

A slap to your face, gentle but warning, like they’d been taught. “No. Handjob.” Jungkook commands again, though he seems a little hesitant at having to discipline you. Usually it’s the elder members who take pleasure in giving you punishment. “Please,” he adds, like the polite young man he is.

You lower your gaze in partially real shame. You haven’t had a slip up like this in several weeks, but you should still know better. You’ve been trained for this. “Yes, master. I’m sorry, master.”

Jungkook seems uncomfortable, or perhaps disinterested, at your answer, and places his cock in your hand again, resuming his SNS scrolling.

For good measure, Yoongi pulls your head back by the hair, grunting and huffing as he rams into your tight ass, over and over. He shoves three of his fingers into your mouth as punishment, making you gag around his digits in an effort to silence you and keep you focused.

“Anyway, uh… Hobi-hyung said it’s not too hard. It’ll just take some time on task,” Jungkook continues. The only sign that he’s being jerked off is the slight tilt of his head, the small clench in his jaw. He’s gotten quite good at not reacting. But of course, he’s a quick learner anyway.

Yoongi doesn’t reply to Jungkook, too busy slamming into you, his pace growing faster by the moment. “Fucking cum around my cock, slut…” He snarls in your ear, and you obediently tighten yourself around him, faking an orgasm as drool starts to drip from the makeshift gag of his fingers in your mouth. He curls them deeper into your throat, and you know he loves the sounds you make when you have something to swallow around.

Yoongi cums with a groan and a string of curses, filling you with his release. "Ah, fuck…" He moans, giving a few more shallow thrusts before easing himself out of your tight hole. He gets your ass plug ready and as the head of his cock falls out, he pushes the plug back into place, sealing his cum away inside you.

"Thanks, doll." Yoongi says softly, giving you a light spank and readjusting himself back into his pants. He's a kind person, but when it comes to his own pleasure, degrading you is what gets him off the fastest. "Yeah, we just need to make time to practice. I'm sure we'll get it with Hobi monitoring us,” he finally replies to Jungkook, a little out of breath, but otherwise completely composed.

Now it’s Jungkook’s turn to cum as you pump his shaft, you can feel it. He must have gotten some pleasure out of seeing you being treated that way, or maybe it was from watching Yoongi climax. Either way, his cock is heavier in your hands, red and swollen and just about ready to burst. The boy can only nod his head in reply to Yoongi, his jaw clenched and eyes closing as he nears his orgasm.

“Come on, Master Jeon…” You know he’s shy, and according to the records, a little sweet talk goes a long way with him. “Be a good boy and cum.”

You can’t tell if your words helped, or if it was something else entirely, but Jungkook suddenly rips his cock from your hands, pumping it wildly himself as he positions his shaft over your cheek. He didn’t put it on your lips, so you take the nonverbal queue and keep your mouth closed, instead tilting your head to the side to give him the most surface area.

He gives the cutest little whimper as his cum splatters across your cheek, a few drops overshooting and landing in your hair. You smile, keeping your mouth closed as he paints your skin, gasps slipping from him as he comes down from his high.

When he regains his senses, he squeezes his length, milking a few remaining drops of cum from his cock and wiping them onto your cheek and hair. “Thanks.” Jungkook says simply, as if you’d given him the time of day rather than made him cum on your face.

But it’s all a part of the job.

You lift your finger to collect a stray drop of cum from your jaw, popping the digit in your mouth. “Any time, Master Jeon.” You send him a wink with your finger still resting on your lips, and notice with satisfaction the blush blooming in his cheeks.

Jungkook tucks himself back into his joggers while Yoongi watches you expectantly, his eyes glittering once more. “Well?” Yoongi says, pointing his chin towards the tiny puddle on the floor from the cum that had fallen off your cheek. “Aren’t you going to clean up the mess he made, slut?”

You smile coyly and get down on your hands and knees without hesitation, licking the cum off the floor and swallowing it. “Mm… thank you for the treat, masters.”

Yoongi chuckles, reaching down to pet your hair. “Just be sure not to ruin your appetite for dinner. Otherwise, Master Kim won’t be happy, will he?”

“No, he won’t.” You shake your head obediently. “Don’t worry, master. I won’t have too many treats.”

“Good girl.” His eyes shine with that insatiable lust of his, and despite your best efforts, you feel your heart flutter. Nobody would suspect it of him, but Min Yoongi really is a sexual fiend. Of course, you are his only outlet for his promiscuous urges, so it’s understandable that you have such a startlingly vivid view of all his dirty little secrets and desires.

In fact, that’s true of all the boys, and you’ve gotten to know them all quite well in the six months of working with them. They each have their own intricacies and things that make them tick. You know a single word that will have Park Jimin cumming all over himself in seconds. You know just the right place to rub Kim Namjoon that makes him whimper. Nobody but you knows just what Jung Hoseok fantasizes about doing to you. It feels powerful, and it’s what makes you take such pride in your job.

They need you, because no one else can satisfy them like you can.

It’s why BTS only has one primary PhysCom - you.

“Keep up the good work, slut.” Yoongi departs with a pat to your rump, Jungkook following behind him, his gaze lowered.

Once you’re sure they’re gone, you stand up with a sigh, and stretch your back out from being bent over the counter for so long. There’s still a wet patch on the floor, and you grab a paper towel to actually clean up the spot. Licking it off the floor is sexy and all, but it’s still a terrible slipping hazard, especially when you’re wearing heels.

You leave the cum on your cheek to dry. Taehyung will likely get a thrill out of it later when he sees you, wondering what devilish activities you’ve been up to with the other members today. Though the substance feels unpleasantly sticky, it’s not so bad. Kind of like a face mask. Besides, you know for a fact that hundreds, if not thousands, of girls would do anything to even see Jeon Jungkook’s semen, let alone have it touch their skin. That’s another source of pride you have in your job.

You resume peeling vegetables to make dinner. Sure, you could just press a button on your ComGear and a full course meal would arrive by drone in minutes. But you like to do domestic things for them, the old fashioned way. You have a suspicion Jimin likes it too, though you haven’t confirmed your hunch. Though you've been meaning to ask him about the pictures he sent you this morning of some rather scandalous French maid uniforms... You’re in the process of chopping the vegetables into bite sized pieces when you hear the kitchen door open again.

“Blowjob, sweetheart. I have a meeting in ten.” Namjoon’s harried voice calls out, already unzipping his pants as he approaches you. The stew will have to wait.

You get on your knees, abandoning the cooking once again. “Yes, Master Kim.” You smiles sweetly as he grips your hair and shoves his cock into your mouth, groaning as you start to work on him.

Even though it can be challenging to satisfy seven men at any given time of day, the sounds Namjoon is making while you suck him off remind you why you trained so hard for this, why you spent years preparing your body to become a vessel for their pleasure.

It’s the feeling you get of being truly needed and appreciated. You know for a fact that your presence in their lives is beneficial to their health, their happiness, and their overall wellbeing.

It’s the look on Namjoon’s face as he cums down your throat, his gaze half-lidded as his stress melts away. It’s the gleam in his eyes as he pets your cheek, his touch gentle with a familiar sort of fondness.

It’s the smile that you give Namjoon as he adjusts himself back into his slacks. The way you smooth out his hair for him and adjust his tie with a sunny disposition, assuring him the meeting will go well. It’s the illusion of an emotional connection in addition to a sexual one, an illusion that you’ve worked very hard to establish with each of them.

It’s all a part of the job.

~~~~~~~

Only a few minutes after Namjoon heads out the door, you're granted another visit, though this one doesn't seem to be nearly as urgent as the last two.

"Hey, jagiya~ what smells so good?" Taehyung's gentle voice carries through the kitchen as he pokes his head in the doorway. "Besides you, I mean."

You can't help the smile that pokes through your facade. He's too damn charming for his own good, and your guard comes down the moment you see him. "Hello, Master Kim. I'm making dinner tonight," you explain as you stir the vegetables sautéeing on the stove. You two have been on a first name basis for a while now, but you still like to use his title when greeting him, in case he’s feeling dominant. "Would you like a taste?"

Taehyung grins and comes over to you, taking a whiff of the pan. "Mm~ actually…" His arms wrap around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. "I shouldn't spoil my appetite. I have a feeling we'll all be hungry tonight."

The words are simple, innocent even, but you feel a flutter in your belly as you see a flash of being fucked by them on the dinner table, silverware and dishes clinking as the boys all share you for dessert. “Tae...”

His embrace and tone of voice tells you he just wants company. If he’d wanted anything more from you, he would have told you outright, as they all did. But the “physical” part of your job description doesn't always mean sex every minute, and you’re perfectly happy to provide some physical companionship, especially to Taehyung.

He’s the only one in the house who makes you feel completely at ease. It's almost like you don't have to put on an act around him, almost like the two of you could be friends. Such a fantasy has crossed your mind more than once, and though it's not quite as delicious as the ones of being held, and kissed, and loved by them, being friends could be just as dangerous…

Any deviation from your professional boundaries could snowball into a catastrophe of feelings, you've seen it happen before. PhysComs have been fired in disgrace, idols have lost their careers. Giving in to your longing for mutual affection could result in much worse than just heartbreak. You push away any thoughts of romance or friendship, distressed that such things had been on your mind so much lately.

"Where did this come from?" His curious voice breaks you out of your thoughts, and at first you think he might have read your mind, but then you feel his hot tongue draw itself delicately up your cheek, where the cum from earlier still wets your skin.

Well damn, maybe he is horny after all.

"Jungkook." You answer automatically, a shiver running up your spine as he withdraws his tongue and hums, tasting his younger member's release.

"Hm, I wish I could have seen that… he's usually so shy about it," he murmurs almost to himself, running his hand a little lower to grace your inner thigh. "Did anyone else play with you today?"

"Y-Yoongi." You bite your tongue for letting yourself stutter. You're a professional sex worker, not a school girl, and you mentally slap yourself. You have to keep it together. "He fucked my ass and filled me up for tonight. He came so much inside me..." You egg him on with a whiny, submissive tone of voice, waiting for his command and ready to drop your cooking again the moment he says the word.

"Lucky girl… Hyung takes such good care of you, doesn't he?" His voice is low and inherently seductive. It's like he doesn't even have to try. You feel yourself getting wet already, the tension palpable, your heart pounding, and you expect him to command you to your knees at any moment.

But then the lustful aura is gone just like that, and he giggles lightheartedly. "Like this apron he bought you. Ah, you look so cute in it, jagiya."

His fingers play with the hem of your apron, and then he pulls away completely and flashes you an adorable smile. He leans against the counter beside you with his hands laced behind his head. "But you always look cute."

Did he just... fucking tease you?

Your brain becomes a stream of static as you try to comprehend his unusual behavior. Why would he do that? He’s never given you the bait and switch like that before. If he wanted to fuck you, he could have, just then or now or any time he wanted.

What does he want, then? Was he trying to have you initiate things instead? If so, then why wouldn’t he just tell you what he wants, like he always does?

Your rules for your work are very simple. You don't run on implications, you run on commands. Guesswork in the bedroom can make things messy, so unless they explicitly tell you to do something, you don't initiate. Coyness and mind games have no place when consent is the cardinal rule for your entire operation, and they know that. It’s a part of your contract. They all signed it.

So why is he not following the rules?

You try not to let your confusion show, and revert back to your persona of a fuck doll, giving him a doe eyed expression that contained all the things you could do to him if he so desired. "Do you… want something of me, Master?"

He shakes his head, mirth dancing in his eyes. "Just your company."

What the fuck.

“Master, I-” You start to question him, but he shushes you with a finger to your lips.

“Taehyung,” he corrects you. “I just want to hang out with you, promise.” He grins, and he looks so damn innocent, you would swear you’d just hallucinated him feeling you up and licking his bandmate’s cum off your cheek.

You level a wary stare his way, caught off-guard by this strange flip flop of behavior. You’re not sure what’s gotten into him, but the lust from before is nowhere to be found on his face, and he keeps his hands to himself. Maybe he really does just want to spend time with you.

“Can I help you cook?” he asks, leaning over to sniff the aroma of the veggies you have in the pan. “These really do smell good.” He hums and walks over to get one of the cooking aprons hanging from hooks by the pantry.

You stare at his back, utterly confused and disarmed, but you try to set his past weirdness aside and focus on the present. “Sure.” You get out an extra cutting board and knife and have him help you clean and prepare the beef for the stew.

He seems to have returned to normal, at least as far as you can tell, and you decide to ignore the incident, giving him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe it was a misunderstanding, or maybe he just changed his mind. Taehyung would tell you if something was on his mind, he always has trouble keeping his thoughts to himself, so you have no reason to doubt him.

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Pretty soon the two of you are laughing and talking like you always do while you cook, and Taehyung brings up what seems to be his favorite topic - your life before you became a PhysCom.

“So, wait. You never had a boyfriend?” Tae shakes his head in disbelief when you explain your dating history. “Impossible. You’re way too sexy for any guy to ignore, jagiya.”

“I didn’t have time to date.” You laugh at his compliment, rolling your eyes while you wash the dishes you two used to cook, the stew already set to simmer. “And I didn’t used to be. The sexiness came along with my training.” You didn’t mind sharing stories about your past with Tae, especially since it seems to fascinate him so much, but you do try to filter out some of the more unpleasant memories of your trainee days.

He shakes his head again adamantly. “No. You’re naturally sexy. No training can make your eyes sparkle so prettily,” he says, as if it’s a matter of fact, and dries off the dishes as you hand them to him.

“It’s the contacts. They enhance my pupils, make them more appealing,” you explain with a shrug. With all the makeup, hair, and body products you use for your job, your natural appearance has since become an entirely different person in your eyes. You’re not surprised no one ever asked you out, you just looked so… plain. You never want any of the boys to see you like that, it would shatter the illusion.

“Let me see.”

Taehyung’s arms are on either side of you, and you whip around to find that he's pinned you against the sink. He leans closer, an expression of playful curiosity on his face as he stares into your eyes. You meet his gaze, unsure why your heart is racing all of a sudden.

“Hm… nope.” He smiles, and his eyes grow softer the longer he looks at you. “You’re still beautiful.”

You don’t know what to say to that. He said it so… sincerely.

Before you can think, his gaze darts down to your mouth and suddenly he’s leaning even closer. Too close. Too much risk. Feelings…

You flinch away, a flash of panic in your gut. This isn’t supposed to happen.

He stops, crestfallen at your reaction. “... I’m sorry,” he says quietly, his eyes wide.

How did this happen? How did you get yourself into this position? Fuck, why do you still want him to kiss you? Too many thoughts swirl like storm clouds in your mind as your worries grow and you feel like you might hyperventilate.

“I… I should go change for dinner.” It’s a half-assed excuse, and you both know it. But you still duck your gaze and slip under his arm to make a hasty exit, hurrying upstairs and away from the stifling situation and potential disaster.

You kick yourself for wondering what potential disaster’s lips taste like...

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Your room is your one reprieve in the house. No one is allowed inside except yourself and your handler, on the rare occasion she visits. It’s a huge room, just like every other room in the house, but you’ve done your best to make it cozy.

It has all the necessities you need to care for your body and mind, a soaking tub, massage table, some simple exercise equipment and yoga mats, not to mention all the beauty products that were practically a part of your uniform.

The bed is lavish, but comfortable, with plenty of soft blankets and pillows, and a stuffed animal or two. You can’t cuddle another person at night, so they provide you with some comfort on evenings when sleep just won’t come.

You rush inside and shut the door with a slam, leaning up against it as you catch your breath. You hate to be so dramatic, but this has never happened before. Things have veered off course of your well-rehearsed script and expected blocking, and into the dangerous territory of improvisation. You panicked.

Shit, why did you panic? Why did you let him get that close to you?

You’ve always thought Taehyung was just lonely, looking for someone he could talk to who understood him. Had he been aiming for this all along? You look down and notice your hands are trembling.

Fuck. All over a stupid kiss.

Sure the other boys have put their mouths on yours during sessions before, but usually it’s driven by lust, more tongue and teeth and saliva than anything meaningful. It’s an extension of the sex, in that sense.

But a real kiss? A kiss like Tae wanted, one that’s soft and gentle and full of feelings, is far too close to romance for your comfort. Romance is the enemy, lust is your partner and best friend.

You try to shake off the incident, but your mind keeps replaying the scenario in vivid detail. He’d looked so heartbroken when you pulled away, you feel like a little piece of you broke along with it. Guilt claws at your stomach, and to your surprise, regret tags along with it.

The betrayal of your own emotions is too much, and you heave a sigh, trying to turn your brain off entirely for a while.

As you change out of the apron and into a fluffy bathrobe, you feel your ComGear vibrate. You pull the slim device out of its sheath on your belt, and you’re not surprised to see several missed messages from Taehyung.

Your gut twists painfully. You can’t even look at them.

You toss the device onto your bed and kick off your heels, wondering how on earth you’ll face him at dinner tonight. How could you work past this? What if they hire another PhysCom for him because he feels too awkward around you?

Oh, hell no. You need to fully face this and do damage control in order to retain your client. Fuck your feelings, this is about business.

Just as you finish your inner pep talk, a knock sounds on your door, as if to challenge your spurt of bravery. You have a sinking feeling in your stomach as you answer the door.

Taehyung is standing there, his head hung and hands wringing in front of him. “Can I come in?” He asks quietly. You debate for a moment before stepping aside. Surely, he wouldn’t try anything so soon after you rejected him.

Tae slowly enters the room, and you fold your arms protectively across your chest, waiting to hear him out.

“If… if you don’t like me, that’s okay.” His voice is even lower than usual, gravelly with the pain he’s feeling. “I shouldn’t have done that. You’re not here to love us.”

You stare at him, wondering if he understands the full scope of the situation. He’s tossing around the words love and like as if they are even in the realm of possibility.

“No, you’re right, I’m not.” You try not to sound angry, but he has to see why this can’t happen. “Tae, your contract could be terminated. Mine could be. The media would chew us up and spit us out, we’d be left with nothing. You’d be stigmatized. No one would want an idol who’s attached to such a scandal, or a PhysCom who broke her employer’s trust. We would both be ruined. Your fans would abandon you. Your life as you know it would be over and you’d live in a shadow of disgrace.”

He flinches at your reprimanding, looking like a school boy being lectured for writing on the bathroom walls. “I’m sorry,” he says again. He sounds so hopeless.

You feel another wave of guilt, and come over to try and comfort him. “It’s… okay.” Lies. How could you make this situation okay? Honesty. Always go for honesty.

“Look. I know it must get… lonely.” You have to cut him a little slack, the man probably hasn’t been able to kiss, to hold someone, in years. He was just like you. “Fuck, I wanted you to kiss me too, so badly… But this - us - can’t happen.”

He pouts unintentionally, and you look down at the floor to avoid staring at his lips.

“I can only do what my contract states. Love is not written on any page of it.” It pains you to be so blunt, but you know it’s the only way you can stop this before it starts. “I’m only allowed to be your PhysCom, and follow commands that will pleasure you. That’s the limit of our relationship.”

He seems to process your words, staring down as well. Then he looks at you, realization lighting up his eyes. “So, what if… I command you to kiss me?”

Your gaze snaps up to him in alarm. “What?”

He grins again. “What if I say kissing you is my kink? Then would you kiss me?”

You can’t hold in your laugh. “Nice try, but no.”

“Why not?” He walks a few steps closer to you, and hooks a finger under your chin. “You said you wanted it, too.”

Shit. He’s got you there. Come on, brain, remember all those logical reasons why this can’t happen...

“It has to bring you sexual pleasure. I can’t do things for you out of… any other emotion.” You skirt around any condemning words, taking a step back. But he matches your step, coming up close to you again, this time resting his other hand on your waist.

“Jagiya.”

You shiver as he says the pet name, and you find yourself caught in his intense gaze, unable to look away.

“It would bring me… immense pleasure…” His thumb brushes your cheek, and he leans down, his lips merely inches from your own. “If you would kiss me.”

Fuck. You’re like a fly trapped in honey, unable to escape, but at least you’re drowning in something delicious. You can’t deny him when he touches you like this. It’s been so long, and he’s so gentle. He makes you feel safe, which is not something you’ve felt very often in your life.

His lips barely brush yours, but it's enough to make your walls come tumbling down. You close the gap, your lips crashing together as you fling your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

You kiss him desperately at first, afraid that lightning would strike you both down immediately. But as nothing bad happens, you relax into it, actually enjoying the spark you feel from his lips.

His arms wrap around your waist, hugging you tightly as if he’s afraid you might disappear. A small moan leaves his throat as he matches your intensity, flowing into a softer, more intimate connection as you both melt into one another.

His lips are warm and gentle, just like the rest of him. You hadn't noticed before, but his aftershave is precisely the type of scent that turns you on… masculine, but not overpowering. Your fingers slide up his neck to tangle in his hair, and you feel his hand on your back, supportive and drawing you closer to him with a soft moan.

In this moment with Taehyung, you don't just feel needed, like how the others depend on you for sex.

You feel wanted, like even if he had a thousand other choices, he'd still choose to kiss you.

It's an unusual feeling, and it sends butterflies through your chest.

You and Tae stay like that for quite a while, just kissing and holding each other, and it’s everything you’ve fantasized about, but somehow better. Maybe it’s the thrill of knowing it shouldn’t be happening. That this isn’t a part of your job.

When you two eventually part, you're both gasping for air, cheeks flushed from sharing in such an illicit activity. But your high comes crashing down when you see Jimin staring at you from the doorway, jaw slack and eyes wide with alarm.

“... What are you two doing?”

#bts #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts x reader smut #bts x reader #bts fanfiction #bts ot7 #bts ot7 smut #bts smut fic #bts fic rec #taehyung x reader #yoongi x reader #jungkook x reader #namjoon x reader #the other boys will get more screentime dw <3 #i can only fit so many dicks in 5k words TT~TT

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Out & About (Pt. 2)

Read Pt. 1 Pt 3 Pt. 4

Pairing: Bakugo x Reader

Fluff/ Friends to Lovers (?), lots of pining and !!some swearing!!

Synopsis: Reader is very close friends with the Bakusquad, except for the aloof and mysterious Bakugo. He still intrigues them however, and a night out with the group might actually be the the push they need to really get the ball rolling on transitioning their awkward comradery into something a little- more.

Note:Whhhhewww. Let’s get into it, I’m sorry that the dialogues’ very stilted -K (and again, I apologize for formatting)

XSero had scouted out a charming little restaurant in the heart of the city. Small, cozy, and family owned, the ambiance was perfect and the food was even better. You kept your eyes down for the most part, trying not to glance at Bakugo, but you couldn’t help but notice his order. An extra spicy dish that didn’t seem to affect him in the slightest. You wished you had that sort of tolerance and picked at your food, trying to calm your nerves. The interaction on the train still lingered in your mind. He was so, so close. Absentmindedly, you went to shovel a large helping of noodles into your mouth, instead feeling a caulloused hand brush against your cheek. You look up, eyes meeting Bakugo, looking just as surprised as you. Tugging his hand away, he glared back down at his food, pouting in his aloof manner. A thick silence hung between the two of you. Bakugo finally broke it, refusing to look up at all. “Tie back your hair or something. You looked like you were gonna swallow some strands with your food, idiot,” he mumbled, begrudgingly. You thanked the gods above that the others were occupied with their own dishes, because if they saw that interaction and they way you reacted, you’d never hear the end of it.

Wait. Could Bakugo like you back? You gave him a subtle side eye. No. Not possible with how he’s acting. Even if he did have some feelings for you, and this was all some tsundere situation, he clearly didn’t want to like you. And maybe that was for the best. Bakugo wanted to focus on being the number one hero, and so did you. A relationship would get in the way.

A relationship?!? Why were you thinking about that? You blushed deeply, sinking into yourself at the thought of dating Bakugo. Holding his hand, cuddling with him, kissing hi- “Hey Y/N, you alright?” You peered up at Kiri, who was sitting across from you. His voracious appetite was almost impressive, but even more so was the fact that he had managed to tear himself away from his fifth bowl of katsudon. “H-huh?? I’m fine, yep. 100% a-okay!!” You cringed. That came off as WAY too emphatic. Kirishima pushed aside his stack of empty bowls to see you. “Are you sure? You’re really red. Are you feeling okay?”

“I-“

“Wow, Y/N, you’re burning up!” Mina had appeared seemingly out of nowhere and had placed her hand on your forehead. She wiped a bit of rice away from her cheek and let loose a ferocious burp. You smacked away her hand, mostly out of suprise. “Mina!”

“What? I’m just worried about you. You’re the color of Kiri’s hair.”

Sero laughed. “Y/N, if you’re not feeling well, we should head back.” For once, you wished your friends were less doting.

“I’m fine! Just a little warm, haha.” None of them seemed very convinced. Even Denki gave you a skeptical glance. He smirked. “We’re you imagining something hot? I mean that waiter was pretty attr-” Sero flicked him, scolding. “Y/N’s not gross like you, Denki.” He turned to you, concerned. “But seriously Y/N, you’re up for tonight?”

“Yep! I’m okay.” You tried to grin, but it felt forced and false. The others were still skeptical, but decided to shrug it off. No point in wasting a perfectly good evening, and they were pretty sure you were responsible enough to know your limits. Mina wrapped an arm around you. “Alright!!! Let’s get shitfaced-“

“No Mina, we’re minors.”

Your group opted to walk around the city to see if they’d discover anything new. The moon hung high in the night sky and it was colder than usual- late fall was leading into winter. The neon signs filled you with contentment as you chatted with your friends, cocoas in hand. You lagged behind them for a bit when crossing a bridge, trying to take everything in. Everything but the...well, the Bakugo issue. Everything was fine then he had to smile at you and fuck everything up. “Y/N?” You snapped out of your stupor, looking at Kiri. “Yeah?” Kiri looked ahead at the group, oddly wary. You knew Kiri to be a trusting and kindhearted sort of guy- the embodiment of a paragon hero. Cheerful and humorous, and always willing to have some fun. But he could be serious when he needed to be. “Is something wrong, Eij?” Kiri laughed softly. “No, no it’s nothing serious!” He looked at you, cocking his head to the side. “I just want to make sure they’re not listening,” he pointed at the cacophonous trio dashing ahead, and you giggle as the three idiots directed their attention towards annoying Bakugo.

“Why’s that?”

Kiri rubbed the back of his neck. “I have a bit of a personal question and I don’t want you to be embarrassed.”

“Ha! Like I could be embarrassed in front of them. Shoot.”

Kiri hesitated. “Well, I’m hoping this doesn’t make you uncomfortable or weird or anything, I don’t to be rude or assum-“

“Eij just spit it out!”

“Do you like Bakugo?” He asked it earnestly, eyes shining with a quiet anticipation. You choked on air.

“Wh-what makes you think that?”

Kiri leaned back, crossing his arms against his chest and looking up to think. “Well, at dinner, your eyes kept darting back to Bakugo, and I thought that maybe that’s why you were so red! And when we went to get cocoa, when he went to grab the drink tray from you, you flinched at his touch. And also that one time in class when you guys were sparring and you looked super flustered when he pinned you even though you weren’t really going all in! Or when he taught you how to cut produce at camp and you got so nervous that you cut yourself! And-“

“Okay, I get it Kiri!” You covered your mouth, trying to hide your blushing face. You felt like you were about to hurl. “Am I really that transparent?” Kiri let out an quiet squee of excitement. “Oh my god I was right?? Really? Oh my god, my best friend is in love with my other best friend!! Ahhhhh!”

You sighed. “Well, you were half right, Eij. I only started liking Bakugo today.” Kirishima paused. “Wait really? Huh.”

“Wha- What do you mean by ‘Huh’??”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. It just seems like you’ve always been this way around him.”

You’re quiet, trying to chew on that. Always? Looking back, you thought that the nervousness was fueled by the intimidation factor Bakugo had.

But the truth was, you weren’t afraid of Bakugo. You never were.

You were in love with him.

You tried to shake that thought from your head: No! Back then, Bakugo was just someone you respected! Not a crush, just a colleague you thought was intelligent, brave, talented, fiery, attractive-

“Oh shit.” Kiri nodded.

“But why are you acting like this is a bad thing, Y/N? Love is great! And the fact you like Bakugo is even better! I mean-“

“He doesn’t like me back, Kiri.”

“What?”

“He doesn’t like me back.” You clenched your fists. “It’s that, or he doesn’t want to like me.”

“Why would you think that, Y/N?” Kiri said softly.

“He’s Bakugo, Kiri! Even if he did like me, it’s not as if he’d want a relationship. His ambition wouldn’t allow it, and you know that, you’re his best friend!” You hissed through your teeth with bitterness. Kirishima only looked sad.

“YO! Eij!!! C’mere, win this crane game for meeeee,” Denki whined. His pockets were turned inside out, and he clung pathetically to the machine. Kirishima turned to you. “I think he likes you, Y/N. Bakugo is the type of guy who stubborn and would never admit it, but I think he does.” He pats your shoulder. “And don’t give up on him.” Kiri winks, then goes to join Denki at the game. Sero and Mina dispersed on their own arcade escapade, but you decided to stay outside in the brisk autumn air. You didn’t have the appetite for games after that conversation. You sighed, rubbing your shoulders. It was cold. If only you brought a coat with you. You watched the night crowd going about their evening, looking at bright storefronts and multicolored signs, all with a serenity you couldn’t quite place. But it was lonely, to be sitting there on the curb with nobody to enjoy this with. Lonely and cold. You try to shrink yourself, burying your head into your knees. Were you lonely? Yes. But this was still a nice little scene , and you’d hate to squander it on self pity. As you’re about to lift yourself up, something soft and warm comes down on your head. An article of clothing that smells faintly of caramel.

You find a way out from under the expanse of cloth, and look up at Bakugo’s face. He quickly whipped his head away, watching the moon instead. In his hand was some hot beverage from a vending machine. He must have gone off on his own, just to escape Mina, Denki, and Sero. You lazily drape his jacket over your shoulders fixing your eyes on him. Just what is he thinking right now? If only you knew. You felt a quiet distaste for him in the pit of your stomach when recalling the train ride. It sickened you how attractive he was there and even now, when the moonlight hit him at a truly beautiful angle. “You shouldn’t have forgotten your coat. Did you even check the weather? You could have gotten a cold or something.” Bakugo only said things when it was too late, huh? You were reminded of the 5 o’clock rush hour crowd that you had been tormented by. Would have been real handy if he spoke up about that, escpecially since he seemed to be fully aware of it. You looked down at your feet. “Sorry,” you whispered in a half-there voice laced with a hint of resentment. It came off crueler than you intended.

Bakugo, a little taken aback , cast you an odd glance. “What?” You were always so cheerful. Always so peppy and excitable, especially with your friends. On a night like this, you should be celebrating and laughing with everyone else. Not apologizing. Not to him. What could have brought this on?

“I’m sorry, okay Bakugo?! I know-“ you choked back tears. Why were you crying?! Why did you have to care so much?! “I know I’m not as smart as you, or as talented.” You looked him in they eyes, anger clouding your face. Why did it have to be him, of all people. Why couldn’t it have been a nice boy like Midoriya or Kirishima? Why did it have to be the boy who demeaned you or refused to help you until after the fact. Why did it have to be a boy you’d never be good enough for, even if he liked you back? A boy you’d never be an equal to, in talent or looks or intelligence.

“But couldn’t you stand to be a little more considerate?!” You rise, throwing his jacket back at him. You’re screaming now, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “You could have bothered to tell me about the fact that we left too close to rush hour. Or that I should have worn a coat before we went out.” Bakugo was silent. His jaw hung slightly open, uncertainty in his eyes. “But of course, you’re not going to say anything.” You cross your arms, turning to leave.

“Wait.”

He grabs your shoulder, turning you towards him. You expect a scathing comeback or some sort of equally rude outburst.

But instead, he envelops you in a hug.

He rubs your head, whispering to you in a low, pained voice. “You shouldn’t be the one apologizing. It’s me.” He releases you, hands still on your shoulders and eyes scanning you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear into thin air. “I-“ he grits his teeth, as if holding back words. “I think you’re okay, all right? And I don’t have the heart to tell you anything when you seem so happy. But, I guess that backfired. ” He seems to retreat within his shell again, shoving his hands into his pockets. “So. I’m sorry. I don’t really have an excuse other than that.” He attempts to avert his gaze, but it’s hard when you’re staring him down like that. It starts to snow.

“Well?! Are you gonna say something?!” He finally yells. It’s a little bit weaker than usual. His voice shakes and his hands tremble and he feels scared thinking about all the things you could possibly say. But he tries and tries not to show it. He’s Bakugo Katsuki; he’s not supposed to worry about anyone else. So why was he so hung up on you?

You’re heart skips a beat. He’s still attractive, even yelling like mad and frothing at the mouth. You debated whether or not to tell him the truth.

You began. Tentatively, cautiously proceeding with your words. “Bakugo, I-“ you froze. What if you were misreading him and he didn’t have feelings like that? What would happen to being friends? And furthermore, your friend group? What if you held him back from his dreams? What if...

You weren’t good enough, you weren’t good enough, you weren’t good enough-

You smile, all with a trace of melancholy. “I forgive you Bakugo. But next time, please tell me when I’m being ridiculous.”

Bakugo sneered, but you caught a glimpse of relief in his eye. You might have a long way to go to see that same soft-hearted boy on the train car, but it was nice to know he was still in there. You give him another grin, and he turns to hide his face behind the back of his hand. Odd behavior. You laugh. And after a bit of suprise, he does, too. It died quickly though, dissolving into an awkward silence.

Bakugo hesitated, fiddling with his spiky hair. His words come out in barks. “You too, Y/N. Let me know when I’m being dumb. Not telling you stuff.” He turned away, but not before tossing you his jacket. “Wear it.”

And you obliged.

Little did you know, seeing you in his jacket almost made him explode. It was too much for him, and as you two scanned the arcade for your friends he screamed at himself internally every time he inadvertently sneaked a glimpse at you. Before you spotted Denki crying over some rhythm game you offhandedly commented to him with one of your bright beams:

“It smells like caramel!”

And he died on the spot. Full catatonic shock, and it took him around 15 full minutes to fully recover.

Once Kirishima had been found, he watched Bakugo usher you away from some creep that’d been eyeing you. He smiled. Something had changed between the two of you, and he couldn’t quite place it, but he knew it was a change for the better. But still, he sighed with exasperation.

“Those two really are clueless, aren’t they??”

#bnha #bnha x y/n #bnha fanfiction #bnha imagines #mha #my hero acdemia #boku no hero academia #mha fanfiction #mha x y/n #mha x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo #katsuki bakugo #bakugo katsuki #bakugo x y/n #sero hanta #mina ashido #kaminari denki #kirishima eijirou #bnha bakugou #bakugo fluff #bakugou imagine

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the best things about Outer Banks

*spoilers ahead*

Holy hell, this turned out so long. I decided to make a second post solely dedicated to quotes because I just could not fit that in here anymore. I guess it speaks for this show that I had enough material to make two... Anyways, enjoy!

pt.2 - The Best Quotes From OUTER BANKS

NOT the pace at which John B and Sarah’s relationship develops

noT AT ALL

sorry, done with the venting now

anyhow, the group being TIGHT ™ 

JJ making you feel one of three ways:

“oh heLLO, JJ” (mostly without a shirt scenes)

“ugh, JJ” (he brought the gun and/or is being a dick scenes)

“awww, JJ...” (you know which scenes)

Kie’s outfits

the golden hour lighting

the sets being actual houses

the beach/sea/surfer aesthetic

the van

The Chateau™

JJ’s rings

Pope’s contributions being overlooked, always

everyone’s motivation on this show: “How much?” “400 mill”

conclusion: that’s worth fucking shit up

Kie actually being really skilled in politely but determinedly shutting her guy friends down when “macking” on her

ya know, until the Pope pity party at the end...

cuz that’s what it felt like, for real

I actually thought JJ and Pope might have a thing going...

the soundtrack full of surf guitar music

the intro font always making it feel like some 90s Miami-set crime show is about to start

John B’s hair, I think?

I mean, I don’t know what you’re into...

I just feel like it’s a breath of fresh air on the boy’s-hairstyles-tv-landscape

getting major “Don’t Breathe” vibes from the blind old lady shooting up her house

I appreciate them trying to make her actually kinda creepy, because they usually fail miserably with "scary” elements on non horror stuff

I don’t know if you catch my drift, just thought it was well done...

Sarah getting stung by a jellyfish and everyone just like not really caring??

all of them thinking for even oNE SECOND that they weren’t gonna get screwed over with the gold

JJ looking like the lead of any 90s teen production at all times

JJ just effortlessly blending in with the waiters at the party

or that time when he fake cried on command to save his ass

but like every character has good acting skills (or simply is a good liar, I guess it’s a matter of philosophy)

JJ and Pope betting money on Kie and Sarah

Kie starting a fire to save everyone’s ass

the Vlad and Val thing (cheesy for sure, but adorbs nonetheless)

highkey though the guy playing the drug dealer is a really good actor, cuz I’m sure he’s nice and cool and all irl but as Barry all he makes me think of is this:

Topper’s Frosted Tips™ (gosh that sounds so unbelieveabley sexual I can’t believe it’s not sexual)

JJ constantly trolling every authority figure

Sarah not being the perfect-snobby-rich-chick-daughter despite being expected to be by everyone

JJ robbing the coast guard of a pen? because he ignored him

“bring it on Aggie, you bitch” sign (I don’t think stroms can read but nice touch)

especially the first few episodes finally being an accurate depiction of how teenage boys always wear their hat floating like 5″ above their head and hoW FUCKING DUMB IT LOOKS!!! thank you! please stop...

Pope loosing his pants at the cemetary (like imagine him having to explain that to his mama)

the “friends” awkwardly waving at Kie’s dad

that one silouette shot ✨cinematography, bitches✨

never actually seeing John B give the BMX bike back to that poor kid...

going back to save the Big John photograph from the street (tears, man... tEArS)

John B being a major wuss while Sarah is cleaning his wound

NEVER having the gun when actually needed

ALWAYS having the gun when it could get you in major trouble

JJ taking the blame to save Pope

JB’s finger guns after his first kiss with Sarah (John B you smooth mf...)

that opening shot in ep.4 zooming in on the boat through the storm clouds

everybody being collectively surprised to see JB in a school building

the blood splattering against the window of the car with JJ and his dad in it (terrible scene, A+ effect!)

JJ sneaking through the swamp with a backpack on his head

the actor of Sarah’s dad managing to give you the creeps with some subtle crazy eyes even before it turns out he’s actually crazy

Kie fooling Pope with her British accent

Rose thinking she’s some kind of High Priestess at the midsummers party

John B putting a bow tie on JJ

BROMANCE™ (alternative title)

JJ delivering the note dancing flirtatiously

Sarah thinking pushing John B down would magically have made him invisible to Topper watching them for thE LAST 5 MINUTES??!

JJ twirling Kie around when leaving the Kook party

Topper accidently confessing his creepy-stalker-love to a 13 year old

Kie slapping John B

John B slapping Kie

violence is not the answer, kids! but I guess these were friendly slaps, so it’s okay

JB telling Sarah how “everything’s fine” with the Pogues and then cutting to it being definitely not

John B saying: “I don’t give a shit if she’s an axe murderer” and Pope making this face: 😲

a brilliant plan being ruined by a porch light

everybody constantly shitting on 1... 2... 3!

is that a The Shining reference I’m seeing????

how tf did it take them so long to realize she’s blind I-

and then once they did, Sarah states: “that bitch can’t aim” ???

like yeah, obviously, you just said it yourself sHE’S BLIND!!!????

anywho, John B not even bothering to fake excitement over the fishing trip

JJ finding “that’s what she said” disproportionately funny

the group wordlessly agreeing that somebody should probably look after JJ at the drug dealer’s

Sarah confidently telling JB she’s a virgin without it being all awkward (rare sight in teen shows back in my day)

Pope’s “Thrasher” shirt (like damn that’s off brand, but funny!)

JJ getting floaties for drinks in the whirlpool

the Whirlpool Group Hug™

JB telling Sarah goodbye before the fishing trip and me deadass thinking for a sec that he set an alarm to creep into his gf’s room in the middle of the night

Ward having sOmE NErVE to interrogate JB after killing his father (and later basically calling Rafe a psycho?!! like bitch get a mirror and baptized, thank you)

John B driving through the fence at the airport

Sarah yelling at her dad “you’re gonna kill him” like that’s gonna stop him lol

the cop at the airport giving us real talk about what police first aid training probably looks like

JB wanting to tell the cops what happened out of the goodness of his heart

Wheezie sticking up for her sister

Rafe calling John B a maniac (the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, I see)

JB locking himself in, in a house with Topper (like god damn, Karma’s a bitch huh)

Sarah, a teenage girl mind you, getting away from a trained-special-force-FBI-whatever-cop-dude in full armor by KNEEING him

Rafe talking to his Emotional Support Dealer™

the Pogues standing up to their parents for frIEnDsHIp!!!

JJ about to play “Operation” on his dad to get the keys

the missed opportunity to use “I Shot The Sheriff” on the soundtrack

I’m still a bit salty....

JB getting out of the cop car like that’s just normal

Pope going to shake Kie’s hand to make up

Sarah making it just in time

Ward being the “final card” lmao

Pope’s fam taking JJ into their group hug

the chill fisherman dude (with a wild romantic past?) taking in JB and Sarah

I demand a spin-off for that guy’s story btw

I’m so sorry for how long this must’ve taken to read. Seems like a good time to remind you that there’s more though: 

pt.2 - The Best Quotes From OUTER BANKS

It’s a great show (even though in parts I would’ve preferred them to step off the cheese grater a little bit). Overall (aside from the obviously heavy themes), it reminds me of all the Australian teen shows I used to watch growing up (mixed with “the Outsiders” maybe?) and it makes me actually a bit excited for summer. 

And I hate summer, so that’s saying something!

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the best things about - masterpost

#outer banks #obx #obx netflix #john b #jj maybank #kie obx #pope outer banks #shitpost #the best things about #tbta #rafe cameron #sarah cameron #obx pogues #kooks vs pogues #topper obx #chase stokes #rudy pankow #madison bailey #drew starkey #madelyn cline #jonathan daviss

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Ruins - Linked Universe Fanfic Mini-Series

A mini-fanfic series for Linked Universe

Prologue

Pt. 1 - Temple of Time

Pt. 2 - Gerudo Town/Prelude to Arbiter’s Ground

Pt. 3 - Arbiter’s Grounds

Pt. 4 - Lon Lon Ranch

Pt. 5 - Prelude to Hyrule Castle

Pt.6 - Hyrule Castle/Grounds

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Hyrule Castle

Castle town is destroyed, and that’s putting it lightly.  

The remains of buildings lay scattered about the cracked visage of blackened cobblestone and the skeletal remains of houses sit in silence as the group makes its way through what used to be roads and pathways.  

They pass through quickly; Wild says nothing, just leads them past the broken forms of guardians, skirting the edges of twisted metal arms and outstretched claws.  Despite last night’s conversation, Wild has still said barely a word to Twilight since they set out that morning.  He’d fallen asleep on Twilight’s shoulder and Twilight had taken over the watch, with Time finally relieving him a few hours later.  They’d shared a look as Twilight brought Wild back to his bedroll, but come morning, none of them had quite known what to say.  

They pass by the remains of a cathedral, the stained glass of its windows lying in shards around it.

It is quiet here; there are no people, no animals, no…anything.  Twilight shivers and he’s not sure if it’s because of the chill in the wind.  Ahead of him, Time stops to inspect the remains of a home, lifting a broken plate from the rubble with gentle hands.  He holds it gingerly, inspecting it with a neutral expression, before placing it back down.  Nobody says anything; they are walking through a graveyard, weaving through the town, the weight of their weapons and burdens a heavy casket on their shoulders.  The eight of them follow Wild in silent procession towards the main gates of the castle grounds.  As they pass by more houses, caved in and crowded with ivy and weeds, Twilight wonders if any once homed a young hero.  

The defeated husk of a guardian-like creature marks the edge of the town.  Wild glances at it, reaching down to pull something from its cracked hull, before continuing on.  

The castle grounds are not much better than the town, with chunks of the castle lying in piles and blocking entrances.  They head straight for the main doors.  

It’s changed, Twilight thinks.  It’s not the same castle, and it’s not just because of the destruction that has befallen in.  The others must be thinking the same thing, with the way they stare at the spiralling towers and open windows.  Twilight notes new additions, entirely different sections that have burst forth from the castle’s walls.  A new tower.  A different balcony.  Even the pathway they walk, underneath the rubble, has been paved anew.  

Behind him, Warriors whistles, breaking the silence that has prevailed since they left camp.  Twilight doesn’t miss how Wild jumps at the noise, turning to stare wide-eyed at Warriors.  Warriors is too busy staring at a small bridge between two castle sections to notice, his hands on his hips.  He gestures with his thumb, raising an eyebrow.

“When did they add this?”

Wild glances at the tower.

“Uh… I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t know.”

“So it’s always been there?”

Wild looks panicked for a second and Twilight winces.  

“I, uh,” Wild starts and shrugs, his face becoming a blank mask.  “Don’t remember.”

Warriors, to his credit, seems to understand immediately, his mouth clamping shut with a snap.  The rest of them shuffle awkwardly, but Wild shoots Warriors a small smile and some of the tension fades.  Twilight nudges aside of a piece of fallen wall with his foot and looks back at the crossing.  Despite its damage, he can see that it blends with the rest of the castle smoothly.  It’s not a new addition; none of the pieces are.  They’ve been part of the castle for quite a while, more than 100 years for sure.  The castle isn’t new in terms of Wild’s time.

But it is in terms of theirs.  

The castle is old.  Very old, ancient even.

But not as old as Warriors’ time.  Or Four Swords’.  Or Time’s.  Or Twilight’s.  

Wild’s time is ancient.  This castle - this Hyrule - has seen wars go by, has seen kings rise and fall, has seen the land shift and grow, lakes form and flow, and watched the birth and death (and rebirth) of a new hero.  

But it is also new.  

It is different.  

It has been a long time since Twilight’s feet walked this land.

The thought is humbling and terrifying; he’s thought about it before, how far ahead Wild is.  How long it took for the last hero to fall and a new one to rise.  As close as they are, they are so separate, so far away from one another.  It makes Twilight think of his own future and his own inevitable end.  He has already thought about Time, about the shade he’ll become and how Twilight can do little to change his mentor’s fate, but his own fate and what will happen to him now that his own hero’s quest is over has only just now seemed to rear its head.  Deep down, he hopes that, given the chance, he might be able to help Wild the way Time has helped him.

And that, perhaps, they all will meet again someday.  

They stop at the great main doors of the castle and Wild pushes on them lightly, stepping back as they swing open on rusty hinges.  He hesitates as the threshold, staring blankly into its interior.  The rest of them wait awkwardly behind him until, finally, Twilight steps up next to his protege to look inside.

He finds himself on the edge of a great chasm.  Twilight falters, placing a hand on Wild’s shoulder as he nearly steps over the edge.  Wild glances at him out of the corner of his eye.  

The inside of the castle has been utterly decimated, the floor collapsed as if something had fallen through.  Around the caverns hole, the pillars have been cracked and split, as if a great blade has sliced through them.  Twilight leans over slightly, looking down into the abyss, but, without light, he can see nought but inky blackness.  The others gather in behind him and Wild.  Time places a hand on Twilight’s back for support as he too leans over.  He grimaces and then points to the remains of a stained glass window, the shattered visage of the Triforce gleaming in the morning sun.  Only the top half of it remains, but Twilight would know it anywhere.

“This was the sanctum,” Time says, a question in his voice as he looks as Wild.  Wild nods wordlessly.  

“What’s down there?” Wind asks, pointing with his walking stick.  He doesn’t quite need it at this point, potions healing his leg up quick, but he insisted on keeping it after getting the ‘all clear’ from Hyrule that morning.  

Wild doesn’t answer right away, staring down into the hole with a blank expression.  Finally, he turns on his heel.  

“Nothing,” he mutters, walking away to look for another entrance.  “Nothing, now.”

They scour the rest of the castle exterior, splitting off from each other to cover ground.  Twilight wanders off in the direction of what looks like a courtyard.  The gate surrounding it has collapsed and the inside is filled with remains of a fallen tower.  He looks up to see where it had once been attached to the castle’s main body.  Twilight huffs.  This certainly isn’t another entrance.  

He’s about to go back, maybe find Time or Wild, when something catches his eye from underneath a large chunk of rubble.  It shimmers in what little light falls on it, reflective compared to the wall threatening to crush it.

It takes a moment, but Twilight eventually manages to heave the piece of wall up and off whatevers underneath.  It tumbles away, breaking apart as it lands with a thud on the ground, and Twilight is left with an unobscured view of his mystery object.

It’s a grave.

Twilight kneels, running a hand over top the crooked headstone.  The name on the stone has been cracked through and the dates on the top have been sloughed off, but it’s a grave nonetheless.  It is relatively new, in comparison to the rest of the castle.  Old and cracked, but the shine of its glossy stone is still there.  Perhaps a recent edition, before Ganon struck.

Twilight is sitting in a graveyard.

The thought is mildly chilling.  Being in a graveyard isn’t anything special, but the destruction that has befallen this place brings about a whole new meaning of death and fate.  Twilight sighs.  If he had the time - if they weren’t on their mission - he’d try and help this place.  Uncover the graves, remove the rubble.  

He stands, readying himself to leave and sending a silent prayer to Hylia for whomever's grave he’s uncovered, when he sees it.  

A tree, bowed and broken under a fallen pillar.  

Twilight stares, eyes tracing over broken branches.  The tree is, was, ancient.  Old.  

Sacred.  

He’s stumbling- across the graveyard, falling to his knees before the tree.  The grave has long since gone, worn and washed away by the times, but Twilight finds himself searching anyways, hands itching to dig.  There’s something heavy on his chest, a tombstone of his own, as he stares at the sacred tree that once marked the final resting place of his mentor.

Time isn’t here right now; at least, not here, standing next to Twilight as he sits, defeated, on the ground.  The thought of Time lying somewhere beneath him, buried in the earth, is sickening in a way it hasn’t been before and Twilight doesn’t know how to deal with it.  He’d gone back to the grave in his own time, but that was before all this.  Before meeting Time face to face, eye to eye, without centuries between them and the guise of a ghost marring his features.    

He’d meant to go back.  He’d thought about it, surely.  After all this was over.  When they’d gone their separate ways, he’d have returned.  

On his own time, he’d have returned.  When he’d gathered his wills and his thoughts, he’d have gone and sat and paid his respects.  When he was ready.  

He’s not ready now.  

He’s panicking and he doesn’t know why.  It feels like the world is shrinking around him, the castle at his back looming over and bending him like the sacred tree, pushing until he too will snap and fall and die.  The tree before him seems to stretch forth, brittle branches twisting and wrapping around him own rooted limbs.  He’s stuck, staring that the ground.  

Someone calls his name, he thinks, but his mouth is as dry as the earth beneath him and, when he opens it, he finds himself unable to make even the smallest sound.  He scrunches his eyes closed, bringing his hands up to clutch at his face.  The sounds around him are muffled, as if the fog that’s threatening to overtake his mind has already invaded the rest of the world.  Everything is slipping out from underneath him, knocking him off his feet despite the fact that he’s already on his knees, and he can do nothing but sit there and draw in a shudder of a breath.  

When he finally opens his eyes, the tree is still there.

Someone is calling his name again.  

He tries, he really does, but speaking doesn’t seem to be an option right now.  Whoever’s calling for him is just going to have to deal.  

There’s silence and then…

“...Twi?”

Twilight stiffens and whips his head around.  Wild stands a little ways away, his hands wrung nervously in front of him, watching Twilight with wide eyes.  Twilight stares back.  He is frozen, unable to talk.  

Wild shuffles nervously for a moment, before cautiously making his way over to Twilight’s side.  He kneels, quiet, and brings a hand over to hold one of Twilight’s.  Twilight watches and lets out a shaky breath.  

“Can you talk?”

The question surprises him and he turns to look at Wild, his mouth parted.  Wild purses his lips and nods, before taking Twilight’s other hand as well and placing them together.  Twilight, beneath all of his panic, is confused as Wild shapes his hands.

“This means ‘yes’,” Wild says, holding up Twilight’s right hand.  He holds up his left.  “And this is ‘no’.”

It takes a moment, but the fog clears ever so slightly and Twilight nods.  Wild smiles softly.  He signs something, slow and deliberate, watching Twilight as he does.

“Sad?” he asks, signing along with his voice.  Twilight watches and then stares at his own hands.  

No.

Wild nods.  

“Scared?”

Twilight hesitates.  He doesn’t know how to answer this.  Thankfully, Wild seems to catch on.  He takes Twilight’s hands again.  Twilight lets him, watching as his protege makes words where there weren’t any before.  

“I.  Don’t.  Know.” Wild says, shaping each word.  He waits until Twilight nods.  

I... don't know.

His hands seem clunky.  His movements are not graceful the way Time’s and Wild’s are.  But it’s a relief, even something as small as this.  Wild is a patient teacher and a careful listener.  

Twilight is glad to hear his voice again.  

They continue like this, Wild asking ‘yes or no’ questions and Twilight responding the best he can.  Wild doesn’t force him to talk.  Doesn’t delve when the question is too hard to answer.  Just waits and moves on and leans against Twilight as they sit.  Twilight doesn’t tell him everything; can’t, not when he doesn’t have the words, but Wild seems to understand better than most that some things have to be left unsaid until another day.  

Time finds them there, sitting together in front of his gravesite.  He joins them, silent, and doesn’t ask, just notes the way Twilight bows his head and grips Wild’s hands like a lifeline.  He places an arm around Twilight, pulling him close to his side.  Wild follows, resting his head on Twilight’s shoulder.  

“The others found a way in,” Time says after a while.

“Is it the docks?”  Wild asks.  “There might be monsters.”

“Perhaps we should go catch up then.”

Wild shifts and pulls out his slate, holding it up for Twilight and Time to see.  

“There a shrine there.  I can warp us.”

Twilight huffs and something in him clicks.  He finds the strength.

“Don’t you dare,” he croaks.  The other two stare at him but, after the moment of stunned silence, Wild lets out a bark of laughter.  It’s the first time Twilight’s heard in a long while.  Against him, Time is shaking and, when Twilight turns to look at him, he’s surprised to see his mentor chuckling into his fist.  It’s a sight to behold for sure and, before he can help it, Twilight finds himself joining in.  The three of them sit there, dissolving into a fit of laughter, and Twilight feels the weight on his chest begin to lift.  He looks at Wild, and there’s still a sadness there, beneath the laughter, but his protege seems to have let it go for now.  Time is a firm presence beside him, solid like stone.  

Twilight thinks about telling him, but banishes the thought.  Someday, he will, just like someday he’ll finally sit Wild down and drive it through his skull that his failures are not his fault.  That the fate of the world no longer rests on his shoulders alone.  He thinks of Wild laughing and of Time smiling and of the three of them, at this moment.  He thinks he’ll hold on to this for a long time.

There are nine of them now, to carry each other and each other’s burdens.  Nine of them to support and hold up.  And the three of them, should all else fall away, will surely never let each other go.    

If Twilight tries to take on more than he can handle, for the sake of the two on either side of him, he surely won’t admit it.  

He wouldn’t want to ruin such a moment.   Such a memory.  

Based off of @linkeduniverse  Also for the Discord Prompt- Favorite Memory (requested by @spliinkles )

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #ruins #mobwrites #discord prompt #botw #twilight princess #ocarina of time #hero of the wild #hero of twilight #hero of time #breath of the wild #loz #legend of zelda #zelda #wild #time #twilight #angst #panic attacks #fluff

[thinkyoureholy]

Guess Who [1]

[A/N : new series, new plot, double the angst]

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Pairing : Kim Jongin x Reader / Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Genre : Angst, Violence, Language, Fluff, Smut, Character Death...maybe?, Mafia! AU

Words : 2.5k

[ Sweet Lies, Book 1] Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt 4. Pt 5. Pt 6. Pt 7. Pt 8.

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-Jongin’s P.O.V-

I paced around the room, concerned over the news we had heard earlier. A few hours ago Sehun got an email from an unknown sender. It didn’t say anything but it had one picture attached to it. None of us could’ve predicted that the picture would be of Y/N in a wedding dress standing next to Baekhyun who was decked out in a tux. It didn’t take a genius to figure out they were getting married but even seeing how obvious it was it hurt like hell. The feeling of regret that had washed over me was overwhelming. I knew that it was no else’s fault but my own that she ended up in his hands. If I hadn’t forced her to kill Jieun she would’ve still been here with us. Now she’s in his clutches, forever and there didn’t seem like there was a damn thing we can do about it.

“Jongin...someone’s here.” Sehun said quietly from his perch on the couch, his eye glued to the screen.

I pulled out my gun immediately, knowing it was one of Baekhyun’s men from the tone Sehun had used. I went to open the door before he had the chance to walk up the walkway. I pointed my gun at his head without hesitation, my eyes cold as I glared at him.

“Please...I didn’t know where else to take her…” He said, almost begged as he looked down at her in his arms.

I followed his gaze, my body freezing at the sight, my arm falling back down to my side. I was in shock, my feet glued to the ground. I opened my mouth to say something but closed it shut, no words coming out. I didn’t have too much time to recollect myself as I was shoved aside, Sehun running passed me. He must’ve seen from the security cameras. He stood over her for a moment before taking her from his arms, walking quickly inside.

“Y/N…” I mumbled to myself, trying to reach out for her but I retracted my hand.

I stood stunned, frozen to the ground. I couldn’t find the strength to follow after them, my heart sinking to the pit of my stomach. I finally snapped out of it at hearing him move to follow after them but I stopped him. I raised my gun and pointed it at him, my eyes showcasing nothing else but the anger I was feeling. I was angry that she was in this state, angry that I wasn’t there to protect her, angry at the fact that this was all my fault. I needed an outlet and this man right here will have to do.

“Wait! W-Wait please...don’t--don’t shoot I wanted to stop him but he-”

“You wanted to stop him?” I asked with a scoff, cutting him off, “I find that hard to believe if you were with him when he planned to do this.” I said in a low voice, pointing to the scar on the side of my mouth.

One side had healed without leaving much of a scar but the other...left a scar from the corner of my mouth running to my cheek. The scar was almost four inches long and Sehun? He had lost an eye, the other two with scars covering about seventy percent of their bodies.  And this guy if trying to say he had been wanting to stop that bastard when he let this happen to us and Y/N’s at death’s door, I find it hard to believe he has our best interests in mind.

“Look I’m sorry okay? I should’ve done more and I’ve regretted everything that happened just--just believe me, please. I can help you get back at Baekhyun if that’s what it takes just please...don’t kill me.”

I stayed silent, thinking his offer over. He should have more intel on Baekhyun than we do. We’ve been laying low for so long to recover from our injuries that we’d need help to get back at Baekhyun if we liked it or not and right not this guy seems like the best option. I narrowed my eyes before signalling for him to go inside with my gun. He hesitated for a few seconds before walking passed me and into the house. He looked around wearily but before he could say anything I struck him in the back of the head with my gun. His unconscious body lay face first on the ground. He must’ve taken me for a fool for letting him in so easily but I wasn’t going to make a mistake like that. I crouched down by him after grabbing a pair of handcuffs I had discarded on the table a few days ago, handcuffing him. I’ll interrogate him later, right now Y/N was my main concern.

I ran up the stairs two at a time, knowing Sehun took her to Junmyeon, if anyone could save her it was him. But the sight I stumbled upon had my knees feeling weak. Junmyeon was performing CPR while Sehun frantically turned on the defibrillator. She was dead...and it was my fault. I watched with tears in my eyes as Junmyeon cut her dress off of her torso, placing the pads where they needed to be. I took slow steps towards them, Junmyeon rubbing the two paddles before yelling out clear. Sehun stepped back, bumping into me. I tried to reach out for her but he stopped me, grabbing my arm in a vice grip and holding me back. I looked up to see silent tears streaming down his face, his gaze on Y/N alone. I jumped at hearing the defibrillator go off for the second time, my eyes going back to her, my knees finally giving out.

I stared at my hands blankly, seeing them begin to shake the more times I heard Junmyeon use the defibrillator. This was all my fault, all of it. If I hadn’t told her to go and kill Jieun she wouldn’t have ended up in his hands, she wouldn’t be laid on this bed, dying. If I had just let her go and do whatever she wanted with her life instead of forcing my own ideals onto her she would’ve stayed by my side. If I wasn’t such a fool maybe I would’ve been the one to marry her and protect her, the one to make her happy but instead I was the cause of her suffering.

I brought my hands up to the sides of my face, sitting back onto my ass as I brought my knees up to my chest, crying my eyes out. If I lost her--if I lost her she’d be taking my heart with her. Even when we had been separated all those years I knew...I knew she was still alive, that she was breathing and smiling, laughing her heart out even if I wasn’t the one the put that smile on her face that simple fact was enough for me and now...she’s dying and there’s nothing I can do about it. All my life...I have never felt more helpless than I do in this moment.

“Forgive me...please… this is all my fault I-” I pleaded, my voice low but before I could finish I cut myself off.

Just as I was losing hope I heard someone gasp loudly, looking up to see that it was Y/N. Junmyeon had put down the defibrillator opting in using pure adrenaline to jump start her heart. I could see Y/N’s chest rise and fall but her breathing was still too shallow for us to relax. Junmyeon was quickly going through a few drawers, pulling out everything he needed before looking over at the two of us.

“One of you stays the other leaves. I don’t care who it is but you have to chose. Now!”

I scrambled off my feet at his words, sharing a look with Sehun before turning on my heel and walking out of the room. Right now Sehun would be a lot more help to Junmyeon than I would. I wiped the tears from my face, and went back down stairs. I saw Chanyeol crouching over Baekhyun’s man who was still unconscious. Rubbing my hand over my face, I reached down and grabbed the back of his collar, dragging him over to my office. I was going to get answers and I was going to get them now.

…...

-Y/N’s P.O.V-

I hugged my knees close to my chest, burying my face into them. All I heard was the sound of laughter. I knew who it belonged to but it sounded so distorted I didn’t want to believe it was his. The laughter only got louder and louder, the sound unbearable. I brought my hands up to cover my ears, tears streaming down my face.

“I did it! I killed them!”

No. They can’t be dead, not them, not after how we went our separate ways. I still had to apologize, beg for them to forgive me. I was so stupid to let myself be blinded by this fake love, I pushed my only friends away. They were the only people that had accepted me for who I was, loved me for me, without any conditions and I drove them away.

“You’re lying…”

“Oh but it’s the truth. You know it is! I killed them with my own two hands! Oh but not before torturing them! They screamed like the cowards they were!”

His voice was so close, as if he was yelling these words directly into my ears. The tears of sadness had started to mix with tears of anger as they streamed down my face. Before I knew it I started pushing at what felt like a firm chest. I shoved him as hard as I could, the only emotion in my eyes was hate.

I hate you.

I hate you.

I hate you!

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I had been wandering through this cave that seemed to last forever for I don’t know how long. I just knew I had to keep walking. At times I wanted to just give up and hide myself away in some corner of this dark cave but something told me to keep going.

“Y/N…”

I froze at the sound of his voice, trying to remember who exactly it belonged to. Just as I was about to keep walking I heard it again, my hand coming up to my chest at the strange feeling that spread. I looked around, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from.

“Y/N I know I have no right to ask this of you but please...wake up…”

Just as he said those words I felt a warmth spread across my right hand. I looked down at it in confusion, bringing it up closer to my face to examine it but it didn’t look any different. But that feeling I felt in my chest amplified, becoming painful even. It was too much for me to handle as I fell to my knees. I clutched at my chest, the pain becoming more intense as the seconds ticked by.

My eyes flew open, only to have them close once again at the bright light shining over me. The pain in my chest was still very much there but it was dull compared to what I felt earlier. I let out a low groan, going to move my hands but felt something weighing down each of them. The moment I moved I heard the legs of chairs screeching across the floor before hearing them fall all together. I winced at the loud sound, blinking slowly to adjust to the light but once I did this overwhelming sense of panic washed over me. Baekhyun’s face flashed in my mind, the memories coming back. As my breathing sped up I could hear something beeping rapidly. My eyes darted around the room, my hands clutching tightly onto...well whatever I could get my hands on. I felt the tears well up in my eyes at the thought of being with him again, just his very name caused fear to course through my body. I opened my mouth to bug him not to hurt me again, anything but that, I don’t think I could take much more.

“Hey, hey it’s okay. You’re okay love, you’re safe now.”

I heard his voice before I saw his face and the moment I did the tears that had been accumulating in my eyes escaped. They slid down the sides of my face as I looked into his eyes, feeling a new wave of emotions wash over me. I opened my mouth to say his name but nothing came out. He gave me a sad smile when he noticed it was difficult for me to speak, shaking his head slightly. He cupped my cheek in his hand gently, leaning down to place a lingering kiss on my forward. I couldn’t do anything but stare up at him with wide eyes, Baekhyun’s words from before echoing in my head.

“They’re dead”

He lied...Jongin’s right here, in front of me. It wasn’t until then that I noticed Sehun standing on my left. He held my hand in his tightly, staring down at me with tears in his eyes...or eye. I furrowed my brows at seeing an eyepatch over his left eye. My eyes caught the scars that ran up his arms, looking over at Jongin quickly to see him trying to cover the scar on his cheek with his hand. I knew immediately who did this to them, tears of sorrow for them and resentment for the one that put them through this pain fell from my eyes. I felt my heart break more than it already was. My heart ached to know that they had gone through all this...because of me.

“I’m...sorry…” I said, my voice hoarse and barely above a whisper.

-Baekhyun’s P.O.V-

I sat in the dark room, back leaning against the wall as I stared out the window. I held a cigarette loosely in between my fingers, my eyes glazed over. It’s been like this since that day months ago. I don’t even remember the last time I left the room much less the house. I couldn’t bring myself to do anything, not after what I did. Just the thought of it caused my eyes to glaze over with tears. I looked up to the ceiling, willing them to go away but they fell nonetheless.

If only she was alive, God what I would do to see her. This pain in my chest, it hurt more than the first time, so much more. I would beg, beg on my fucking knees for her to forgive me, forgive my stupidity, forgive my actions. But I knew, I knew I would never even get to tell her how sorry I was.

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[percy-jackson-of-neptune]

A Ridiculous Plan (pt 5)

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

on AO3 here

Nico, dressed in a black button down, black tie, black skinny jeans, and of course topped with his aviator jacket (damn the formal attire, I dare someone to call me out), did indeed accept his sister’s offer to dance. She was sweet to come visit him and he didn’t want to upset her.

She took him out just to the edge of the makeshift dancefloor. Nico was not comfortable dancing and Hazel hadn’t gotten used to modern casual dance yet, so they just kind of lightly held on to each other, one hand on waist and one hand clasped to the other’s, and swayed simply to the beat. Hazel started up a quiet conversation on how things were going for her brother being a full-time camper for the first time.

But someone interrupted their conversation.

“Sorry, Hazel,” Grover cut in. “The horses are going wild from the music. I could really use your help,” he pleaded helplessly.

“Of course,” Hazel consoled. “Sorry, Neeks. Give me a minute.” He brushed away her apology.

“Not a problem.”

“Here,” she grabbed after someone walking by and dragged them by the hand over to Nico. “Cut in for me while I help Grover? Thanks!” She shoved a hand into Nico’s and left before anyone could protest.

Nico stared after his sister until he heard an awkward grumble from his new partner. He turned his head and almost fainted.

“Percy, uh, you don’t have-“ Nico started.

“Well, Hazel specifically asked me to,” Percy cut him off.

As if on some cue from the evilest of gods, the music changed to a terribly sappy slow song. Percy cleared his throat uncomfortably, but put his hand loosely on Nico’s waste all the same, leaving Nico to take his shoulder. The swaying resumed and Nico ducked his head to hide his deep blush.

It didn’t help Percy smelled amazing. Even with all the distance he was trying to keep between them, the dancing brought them quite close and the way his cologne mixed with his natural salty breeze scent made Percy’s presence intoxicating. The son of Poseidon had also stuck with dark jeans, but no tie. The sleeves of his white dress shirt were rolled up, exposing the veins in his arms and the Roman tattoo. Looking down was not going to work for Nico either.

He slowly pulled his eyes back up from Percy’s forearms to find that Percy had been staring intently at the top of his head. He looked away quickly when he caught Nico’s eye.

Shit, c’mon, Percy. Don’t be weird. Percy cleared his throat again.

“Uh, maybe… I need some air.” Nico finally said, breaking the awkward silence.

“We can take a walk?” Percy was nervous. Though he hadn’t been prepared to be dancing with Nico to the love song, he didn’t want to leave Nico’s side now that he was there.

“Yeah.” Nico was glad Percy was coming along, though he also kind of wanted to bury himself in his covers back in the Hades cabin.

“Shit, they’re leaving!” Leo hissed, running up to Jason. “They’re not supposed to leave.”

“Wait a minute, this might actually work out in our favor.” Jason thought for a moment. “Get Grover and meet me outside.”

Nico and Percy had taken the path behind the cabins to the strawberry fields. Grover was quietly playing “So Yesterday” on his pipes to make the blooms smell extra sweet. Jason ensured a cloudless sky, stars winking at the wandering teens.

“It’s actually really nice out,” Percy breathed, taking in the beautiful sight of camp at night.

“Mm,” Nico agreed. “And much better out here than with all the noise and people. Too much body heat.”

“Ha! Nico, always the agoraphobic,” Percy laughed. Nico hit his arm but couldn’t help but laugh back. They locked eyes for a moment and the Percico Crew hiding in the bushes held their breath.

But Percy just cleared his throat and kept walking.

“Fuck,” Jason swore under his breath. “What’s it going to take?”

“What I keep telling you! Adrenaline!” and Leo ran forward before the others could stop him.

“Shit.” Grover turned to Jason and shook his head before the two stumbled after their friend.

Leo pulled scrap metal out of his tool belt as he ran (I’m like Batman and Robin, never leave home without my utility belt!). He knew the Cabin 9 defenses in the forest well and triggered the boarder, shooting projectiles into the woods.

It wouldn’t do anything to the couple, but it would make some noise.

“What was that?” Percy whispered. He peered into the dark. “Ugh, the forest is creepy at night.”

“Olympus’s greatest hero afraid of the dark?” Nico teased.

Percy blushed at the praise and flirting and tried to hide it, but the stars and moon were too bright.

The sight sent Nico’s mind reeling.

Meanwhile, in the woods, Leo had finally finished tinkering. Scattered around him was a tiny army of automated mosquitoes.

“Alright, little Leo-Lice. Drive these love birds to the water,” he commanded.

“Wha-? Shit! I’m getting bit!”

Percy jumped at the sudden shout.

“What are you-? Fuck, ow. What are these?!”

“They’re everywhere! Let’s get away from here!”

“The water. Mosquitoes hate water,” Percy offered.

“Do they though? Also, I’m not sure that’s what these are.” Nico swiped at his ankles, attracting the bugs to his arms.

“Do you have a better plan, ghost king? C’mon,” Percy grabbed Nico’s hand and pulled him towards the bay.

“Shit, faster. They’re following us!”

“What is up with these bugs?!”

“They’re listening to papa,” Leo chuckled quietly as Jason and Grover finally were able to slip through the shadows to meet him.

The boys reached the water and Percy immediately jumped in. Nico hesitated, but Leo’s bug bots were persistent. He followed Percy into the bay. But in typical Nico fashion, he was wearing far too many layers for swimming and immediately began to sink.

“Fuck- Percy!”

The son of Poseidon turned to see Nico struggling with his jacket, splashing and sinking, barely able to keep his head above water.

“Neeks!” He swam to him quickly and grabbed hold, controlling the water to keep them afloat.

Nico’s arms were pinned to him, stuck in the sleeves of his coat. Percy’s arms were wrapped around him, too, to keep him above the water.

Their faces were inches from each other.

“… thanks,” Nico whispered, breathless. Percy was far too close. His eyes were shining in the moonlight and he was looking intently at his … lips?

Percy had lost all sense of focus. Nico was so close to him. When he had spoken, Percy’s attention had gone to his mouth, lips trembling a little from the cold of the water.

“Percy?” Nico whispered again. Percy’s eyes shot up to Nico’s.

“Sorry, I-“ but then Nico was leaning in and their lips met. And nothing else mattered.

Percy’s hand went to Nico’s neck and fingers tangled into his hair. Nico cursed his jacket that was forcing him to keep his hands to himself.

He was kissing Percy. And Percy was kissing back.

Percy pulled back a little, still holding Nico close.

“Neeks… shit. That was-“

“Yeah,” Nico breathed, nose brushing against Percy’s. He had to stop himself from giggling.

“Fuck yeah!!”

Percy released Nico as his head whipped around, battle ready. Poor Nico resumed drowning.

“Leo?! Fuck, sorry Neeks.” Percy grabbed the younger boy and swam them both to shore as Leo stepped out from the shadows.

“I told you! Adrenaline!” His face shown with annoying satisfaction.

Nico shivered, but Percy wasn’t sure if he was cold or angry. He reached out a hand to help dry him, but Nico flinched away.

Percy’s brow furrowed in concern and hurt.

“The strawberries would’ve worked eventually,” came a whine to the side. Jason and Grover came out of the trees as well.

“What the actual fuck?!” Percy growled, still thrown by Nico pulling away.

Grover cowered, but Jason didn’t notice the threat.

“Well, Grover and I were trying- we should’ve known not to get Leo involved, but admittedly-“

“My idea worked!” Leo finished.

“Oh, fuck off, Valdez!” Nico snarled and stormed between them, pushing both him and Jason aside.

“Nico! Fuck.” Percy ran a hand over his face and into his hair.

“What’s his problem?” Leo grumbled.

“He’s still not comfortable with his sexuality and definitely doesn’t like being put on display. Especially since you all plotting means-“

“Means we had to know what he might’ve been feeling,” finished Jason. “I should’ve thought of that. He was adamant that I not tell anyone. But I didn’t think it would matter if we got you together.”

“You two have talked about it?” Percy’s curiosity got the better of him. “How long have you- wait, not important. I have to go see if he’s alright. Should be enough time for him to have cooled down a bit by now.”

“Yeah,” Jason clapped his friend’s shoulder. “We can talk about it later,” he said, softer so only Percy could hear and winked. Percy fought down a small smile as he struck up a jog towards Cabin 13.

#percy jackson #nico di angelo #percico #pernico #nico diangelo #pjo #hoo #toa #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #jason grace #leo valdez #grover underwood #hazel levesque #riordanverse #writers on tumblr #my writing

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I notice you (pt.1)

You were never the type of person to draw attention. In a way you were thankful for that. You hated confrontation and any kind of negativity thrown your way. But at times you silently wished you stood out more.

Alot of things about you were average or easy to look over. You blended in with the crowd even if sometimes you dispised said 'crowd'. When on the bus you looked down at your phone, like everyone else. When buying food you smiled but hoped inside that the interaction would cease, like everyone else.

It got to the point where you would get random bouts of sadness and think of nothing but how painfully average you were. You would leave this world one day and be forgotten. Like so many other average people. You where just a face. No body knew you. No body bothers to know you.

You cried that night. Plauged by thoughts of what would happen after you were gone, how nothing you did or will do matters, how you'll just be forgotten. Forgotten and people will move on. Would anyone even come to your funeral? Would they bother or just put you in the dirt then and there?

Eventually you slept, tears long gone and only a dried stain on your cheeks. No dreams came to you that night. As if they two didn't want to bother with someone as forgettable as you.

You awoke a few minutes before your alarm. As usual. You went to the bathroom, brushed your teeth, fixed your hair. As usual. When you came back the alarm was blaring and you shut it off. Something caught your eye as you pulled your hand back.

On your dresser, under the lamp, was a folded piece of paper. It looked like one from the pad on the fridge you use when writing down groceries. You would have just left it alone, go one with your day as you usually do, but this was something different.

A break in the routine, something new, something that happened to you. Of all people. It was foolish to feel so special about a piece of paper but you couldn't help your heart thumping as you took it from under the lamp. You were expecting something underwhelming oh, perhaps a note you had left for yourself to remember to get something.

You stared down at the messy, downward slopping writing. Confusion turned to warning lights that flashed in your mind. Written on the color paper with what looked like charcoal was a simple sentace.

'I like the way you brush your hair'

It was unnerving to say the least. You put the paper back down and decided that maybe doing the usual was okay as long as it wasn't creepy. And so you returned to your routine, heading off to work after a sorry excuse of a breakfast.

You were expecting to forget about the note but for some reason you could not. It had shaken you to the point where you spoke less than you already did while you worked. You contemplated calling the police but decided against it. Why? Well, you kind of wanted to see if it would go any further.

You weren't an idiot by any means, oh no. You knew when you were in danger and would react accordingly. But the acknowledgement of something as mundane as a morning routine make something spark in you along with the fear.

You arrived home that evening and acted normal. You made yourself a, admittedly not the most healthy, dinner and watched some TV while scrolling through your phone. You skipped your shower that day and went to bed early, still scrolling through your phone till falling asleep around midnight.

The next day you actually awoke to the sound of your alarm. You got up and began your day. Teeth, hair, clothes, food, bus, work, bus, home. Stepping inside you heard what sounded like a cat scuttling on the wooden floor. You checked around after setting down your work bag if any animal had wandered inside through a window or something.

You found no evidence of an animal, nor a way for them to get in. Chocking it up to imagination and a abnormally exhausting day at work you continued on with the dull pattern of your home life.

It wasn't until you were ready to head to bed that you noticed a new piece of paper under the lamp. That's right, you didn't check this morning because there was no reason to, you had already shut off the alarm. You picked up the paper and read the chicken scratch that tried to be words.

'Buy juice'

Your heart sank a bit at the message. You had just bought juice. You laid the paper aside and tried to sleep though curiosity kept kicking you. Had you bought juice?

Eventually it had become annoying and you went to the kitchen, turning on all the lights on your way, and looked in the fridge. Everything was in place. Except...

There was an opening in the middle shelf where you would normally put large liquid containers. Oh, you hadn't bought juice. You barely thought about it, for some reason it just slipped your mind, but... Someone noticed it.

It continued like this for awhile. Two weeks maybe. You going about your business, stopping every morning to check the new note left under the lamp.

Most of the time it was slightly ominous compliments, 'You look nice in orange' 'Your finger tips are soft', and other times it was friendly reminders, 'Shampoo is out' 'Move brown chair to curb'.

Sometimes, after nights like the first one where you would cry over nothing, the message would be longer and have a small smiley face at the end. The sense of danger slipped away. It was only friendly.

On the bus ride home from work one day you decided to play a sort of game. You switched your order of doing things when you arrived home. You took a shower first, then prepared a early dinner and then went straight to bed. You still were on your phone for a good 5 hours.

When you woke up the next morning you immediately looked under the lamp. It was half torn and not folded, as if taken and placed in a hurry. It was different from the other notes. It had a smiley face at the end even though you don't recall crying last night.

'I saw that :)'

Something swelled in your chest. It did notice you. You quickly started playing the game more often. You would try new things, do old things differently, hell you even started taking up drawing so you could shake up your schedule.

Every morning you were greeted with a new message.

'Thought you only showerd at night'

'Try coloring the next one'

'Never seen that before :)'

Eventually it started playing too. At first you were scared when you didn't see a paper under the lamp in the morning but we're reilived to see it on the counter in the kitchen.

'Got you! :) also need more paper'

You bought several note pads when you went shopping that night.

Over the course of a month you stopped feeling so lonely and unnoticed. The messages got longer and were placed all over your home. Tapped to your bag wishing you luck on your presentation that day, in the fridge reminding you that vegetables were an important food group ( accompanied by a little ':P' at the end). It felt good.

One day after a particularly easy work shift you came home and alsmost stepped on a notebook that was set right infront of the door. You eagerly sat down on the couch and began to read. It was a bit hard to decipher some parts as they had been crossed out or written over several times.

In the front of the book were hundreds of short messages. As you flipped through and read they became longer. Phrases coming together to form sentences and those sentences wove into paragraphs. It came to the ponit where one 'note' was five pages long. Front and back filled with, slightly better, dark handwriting.

It talked about how it always watched you, loved to do so as well. That when you started reading it's notes that it felt acknowledged. It had been to scared to ever make contact but it yearned to hold you when you cried that first night. That night that started this all.

It talked about how it wanted you to brush it's hair the way you do your own. How it would be so fun to sit with you and watch TV, it didn't matter what was on, it just wanted to sit with you.

It wanted you to see it. So badly. It wanted nothing more than for your eyes to land on it one night in the dark. Have you see it in all it's horrific glory. But it was scared.

Scared to lose the only friend it had. The person who made it feel like it was real. It admitted on the last page that as much as it wanted for you and it to be closer that it didn't want to risk you pulling away.

That night, you weren't the one that cried. A somber groan could be heard echoing through the hallway early in the morning. Little did it know that when it went to leave you it's morning message that there was already one waiting.

Sharp, charcoal stained claws carefully slid the paper from under the lamp. It unfolded the note and bristled with an emotion rarely felt by it's kind. It's large head snapped in your direction, wild hair swinging violently. It backed up, trying to shrink away as the human starred, phone out and the light facing it.

"... Wow..." Was all you could make out. And that's all it heard before dashing into a corner and vanishing from site. You were shocked, yes, but you weren't disgusted. Fearful that you had scared your giant friend off you walked over to the dark corner.

You shined your light towards it but all that appeared was wall. You had a thought and quickly turned your phone off. If you squinted you could see the faintest outline of something just a bit too dark to be shadow. You reached forward and it shifted away from you.

You could have sworn you heard a broken, deep, cry that sounded like the word 'dont'. You were about to press forward anyway when your alarm went off.

And thus your day began.

#exophilia #terato #monster boyfriend #monster lover

[justoneday-namjoonii]

Don’t Breathe | 2.0

»Genre: Hitman!au || Stalker!au || 

»Warnings: kidnapping, stalking, obsession, themes of potential Stockholm syndrome, mono-phobia, mature elements, manhandling, breakdowns, yandere (? i think ), he thinks it’s cute when she cries, eventually they fall in love, Disclaimer: I do not condone nor suggest stalking/kidnapping or anything of that nature, this is pure fiction ok, kidnappers and stalkers DON’T love you.

»Summary: He doesn’t get shaky hands, he never forgets his gloves and he never leaves a trail. He was told to get rid of everyone who witnessed the conversation between a gang lord and a politician, they were picked off, one by one. He found out a month ago, he missed one. A young writer who attended the event where the exchange took place. He has to kill her. Can he do it?

A/n: so I’ve had this in my drafts for a few weeks, it was just a random idea that came to me p.s this is kind off all over the place♥

✤ pt.1 - pt.2 - pt.2.5 - pt.3.0 - pt. 3.5 - pt. 4.0 - pt.4.5

A/n: Halloween vers♥ I changed a few things boos. It’s shorter but that means I can get the parts out faster~ enjoy

It’s a beautiful day—the air is cool, the sun is shining and you’re one step closer to getting this article finalized. You’ve been working on it for maybe 3 weeks now and Suzy wants it within the week. It’s not every day that you’re a witness to a controversial press conference. You remember the day you entered the conference room, notebook in hand and pencil skirt tight on your hips. 

You were there with your publishers' sister-news-station reporter and cameraman. You sat in one of the fold-up chairs and listened to what the politicians were saying. About halfway through, things were getting heated between the politician and the reporters questioning. One of the reporters brought up bribery and governmental email scandal. That was news to everyone in the room. It went silent for a moment.

She repeated herself. “I heard from one of my sources, that you were involved in and bribery and the tampering of classified emails from Blake Harvard. Any comment?”

“Who is your source for this information?” He retorts.

“I don’t reveal my sources, but are you evading the question?”

That’s when everyone started bombarding him with questions and his counselor ushered him off of the stage. Moments like this make you respect reporters and people in your line of work. The group you were with went following in the crowd going out into the lobby where they could be the first to air what just went down in there.

“Keep up rookie.” You struggled to get through the crowd with your lanyard swinging against your chest as you shadowed the reporter you accompanied.

“I left my folder!” Despite your heels being on, you quickly ran back inside the conference room and snatched your folder up. As you made your way to catch up with the others, you heard a rather harsh conversation going from behind the stage. Whoever it was probably assumed everyone had gone chasing after the crowd.

‘We can’t let it get out. Blake has a secured spot for us and we’re not about to let it go to waste. If the people get a hold of this we’re done for. Period.’

That was all you heard before you went on your way.

That was months ago and ever since then, the meeting had haunted you. For a while, you brushed the idea aside that you witnessing anything from that day would jeopardize your safety. You’re a writer for the crime and culinary column who gets occasionally promoted to other little jobs—you’re harmless.

But when news got out that attendees were slowly going missing and some were even found dead, you were met with frightening reality. With every word you type on your computer, the thought resonates louder in your mind. You were a witness to something you were supposed to see, you could be next.

6:12 PM

It’s Thursday.

You always work an hour later on Thursdays.

He’s been monitoring your life for a good month now, your patterns and domestic habits were engraved in his mind. There’s not much that he doesn’t know about you. On Monday, you have a hard time getting up. You hit snooze for your 5:30 alarm twice until it’s around 6:45. That’s the day you mobile order your coffee and leave the house by 7:15 in a rush. Tuesday is quite similar but that day you opt for organic fruit juice rather than coffee. You get home early on Wednesday because you work out in the living room that day to some random video on Youtube. On Thursday, like today, you load up on the coffee. You leave the house with one cup and come back with another form of the cafe nearby. Thursday is his favorite day. 

When you get home, you toss excess clothes to a random corner and drop on the couch. Moments after that, you get on the phone with a friend and end the conversation saying you have to get the makeup off of your face. Before you take off the makeup, you take off your clothes and throw and a robe. He watches as you use 3 to 4 wipes for your entire face, just trying to get as much as you can off before you start your face treatment. When you finish, you get up close to the mirror and touch small parts of your face, you inspect to see if you missed anything. You look pretty when you do that. The attention you pay to yourself in the absence of someone's company is nothing short of infatuating. When you leave the mirror, the shower turns on and you close the door. Often you wear a rotation of similar pajamas, underwear, and socks. Sometimes you forget the socks and just slip on some slides. 

When you’d be gone for a few hours, he’d crawl through the window and plunder through your things, just to see if you had weapons and for his curiosity. As he did all of this, he found a connection to your home, it was so simple yet you seemed to love it. Taking this from you seemed cruel. For the first time in a while, he felt a tinge of guilt for being the man responsible for ending it. 

Ever since you were assigned to him as a missed target, he’s been formulating a plan to get rid of you. But in the process of monitoring your life for weeks, he’s approached a problem. Like most assignments, he’d find the persons whereabouts, watch them for a good week or so and proceed with the necessary action. But you’re disposal is taking longer than expected. No basic procedure seems right for you. Every time you turn off your lights and go to sleep, he has a chance to sneak through the window and do what has to be done. He has a list longer than he should of people willing to buy targets that need to be taken care of. Based on what Minho says, going with one of the names on that list would be equivalent to death for the faint of heart.

So what does he do with you? You possess crucial information that his client does not want you to have. He’s been paid and now the organization is getting impatient with the waiting game. There’s a reason they put Taehyung up to this assignment. He’s quick, sneaky, doesn’t leave a trail and the disposal is more often than not, clean. For him to be taking this long is raising suspicion in his boss and his client. 

He stares down at the photo in his hand, the very first picture he took of Y/fn. I have to get rid of you. He’s done it dozens of times but this time he can’t seem to find the right moment. There are also strict rules that he has to follow. Number one: don’t come in contact with the target. That’s guaranteed screw up. Number two: keep your observation time at a minimum, if not, you’re at risk for developing an obsession with the target. And number 3, one of the most important rules of all; under no circumstances should you form a bond of any kind with the target. The contract he signed to secure his job stated just that, ‘A target is a target. If you accept, you get the job done, no exceptions.’

He had made interaction with you by mistake. One day, you were walking to the train station and you bumped into him. When his eyes met yours, it was like time stopped. Your eyes were full of life, you smiled at him and sweat began to build at his brow—and he never gets nervous, never. He’ll never forget what you said to him.

* *

You had made him drop his camera, but it didn’t break so he had told you it was okay.

“I’m so sorry. Here,” You reached into your pocket, “it’s a coupon for coffee, do you like coffee?” He nodded. “They’re coffee is great. I got that coupon for making my 50th visit. Take it, it’s a gift.” 

And he took the coupon with a thank before you went on your way. That day, he decided on one thing—he didn’t want to kill you. He couldn’t.

* *

He hears the buzz of his cell phone and immediately brings it to his ear.

“Hello?”

Come to my office, we need to talk.

The person on the other end hung up and he sighed, he knows what this conversation is gonna be about. He got up from his comfy spot on his couch, got in the car and sped to get to where he had to be. When he got to the building, the front desk lady let him go up. HIs thoughts weren’t scattered, he wasn’t nervous, he just wanted to get this over with. 

“So,” Choi sipped his coffee, “she’s still alive.” His words are cutting, obvious frustration in his tone. 

Taehyung nods in confirmation. “Yes, sir.”

“This is not like you Kim, I can normally trust that you’ll do what’s necessary. It’s been a month and that article cannot be published. I’ve told already that your job is on the line, you’ve been paid now it’s time for you to do the job.”

“I know, I’ve just run into a few hiccups. It won’t be published. I’m taking care of it, I just need a little more time-”

“We don’t have any more time.” He massages his temples. “The client doesn’t want the article published and I told him if anyone could get rid of this person, it was you. Do I need to assign her to someone else who can get the job done?-”

“No.” That left his lips a little faster than he intended. “I’ll get it done.”

“I want it done in the next 24-hours. I’m counting on you Taehyung, don’t let me down.”

Taehyung grins. 

“Consider it done.”

9:07 PM

“Finally!” 

You squeal in the silence of your shared office space, the article is finished. You formatted and set it to be published tomorrow morning, you couldn’t be more relieved. It’s been the most daunting task but you stuck with it until it was the way you wanted it to be. In a hurry to get home, you save the physical and digital copy and put them in your bag for safekeeping. You were just happy Suzy approved it for publishing. It’ll be the first front-page story with your name on it, it that’s just now sinking in.

When arriving at your humble abode, you do what you do every night, but this time you go straight for the shower. 

And unbeknownst to you, he’s sitting quietly in your coat closet, just listening to you plunder around your home. When he saw your car pull into the driveway, he retreated for the closet in hopes of hiding his presence. You rarely go into the coat closet, he knows that much.

Fly me to the moon. You were humming that song in the shower. His eyes fluttered shut at the melodic tune, he always found your serenades from he shower calming – peaceful even. In a way, he would be disappointed if you suddenly stopped. Only now does he realize the significance that habit of yours had on his reason for sticking around outside of your window. The shower turned off, that meant you were about to get dressed. He peeked through the crack and saw you brushing your teeth. 

It’s just a matter of time now.

The bottle of water you put on your nightstand that you drink every night had a little surprise in it. He had poured a drug in it to make sure you were knocked out hard. When you went to your bedroom, the lights went off in about 5 minutes and he timed it from there.

He gave it an hour or so of him just standing in the closet, waiting for the right time. 

11:03 PM

It’s time.

He stepped out of the closet, the dark of night didn’t make it difficult for him to navigate towards your room. Piano. You had soft piano covers playing from your cell phone on the nightstand. He approaches your bedside, and he lightly grazes your face—she’s soft, just like he imagined. He pulls the cover back, exposing you to the cool air of the room, but you don’t move a muscle.

There’s no waking you up now. 

He scoops you up, your body shifting in response to the movement. He stands still to ensure that you’re still asleep, gazing upon your furrowed brows until they smooth out. That little movement made him smile, he hadn’t been this close to you, to feel you in his arms made this a lot more real.

All within the time span of 15 minutes, he puts you in the back seat of his car, grabs a few of your necessities, your work bag, and he leaves the scene. When he gets in the driver's seat, he discards the gloves and peeks back at you. You had no idea that your life was about to get flipped upside down.a

#taehyung fluff #taehyung angst #taehyung #taehyung stalker!au #taehyung kidnap!au #bts scenarios #bts fanfic #BTS au #bts imagines #bts fluff #bts smut #taehyung smut #don't breathe #pt 2.5 is gonna be a gooood #im working on it now #spooky vers #bts angst #bts #taehyung horror #bts horror #bts thriller #sorta lol

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*yeets this at you from within the void*

Strictly for Convenience pt. 10 (aka the finale)

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y’all i honestly don’t know how to thank you for reading along and enjoying this, it means so much and I wish it wouldn’t end (i also wish that any of the endings i came up with would do you guys justice but that just wasn’t possible) so without further ado, enjoy the final chapter!

They spent that night together. They shared a bed, never left each other’s arms, did everything short of actual intercourse - Logan held that barrier firm, and though Patton couldn’t see why, he respected it. He was too happy to question Logan’s motives. He was too fully engulfed in blissful warmth, strong arms and lips that had worked themselves soft. Patton learned every hair on Logan’s head and Logan could name each and every one of Patton’s freckles. Patton fell asleep in Logan’s arms, Logan to the smell of Patton’s hair, and neither of them could think of anything they’d experienced - anything they’d ever heard of - that was more perfect.

And Patton, for the second morning in a row, woke up smiling until he realized that he was alone.

A letter sat on the pillow next to him in place of Logan, there sat a letter addressed to “My Beloved.”

Patton tore it open to read, but he couldn’t read it without his glasses. He shoved his glasses in front of his eyes, but it was too dark to make out the words. He stumbled over himself getting to the window, throwing open the curtain, and though it was too bright to be comfortable for his still sleeping eyes, he could finally read Logan’s neat script.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry for last night, I was not in my right mind. I’m sorry that you were forced to spend this portion of your life with me, though I am sure you’ll forget it soon enough. I’m sorry for loving you and for making you think you love me in return. I’m sorry.

I made a promise, though, and I am keeping it. I promised that I would ensure that you are safe and happy and loved as you should be, and I am keeping that promise. I wish that I could keep that promise by staying with you, but there is no way that I could ever love you as you should be loved. It is killing me to leave you this morning, but I swore that I would keep this promise if it killed me, and so I am keeping it. I know that it may hurt at first - Heaven and Hell only know how much it hurts me to keep writing this - but you will get past it. I have left you in the safe arms of your family, and I know for a fact that you will be far happier with them and whoever you choose to replace me than you could have ever been with me. I hope that you will respect my decision, and that the only time we meet again will be to split the fortune that is owed you. By then, I will be a hollow shell of a man, and you will be glad that I left you to find your true love.

Yours entirely, yours eternally,

Logan Foster.

Patton didn’t know if he burst into tears because of anger or sadness or frustration or despair or something in the middle, but he was crying before he got halfway through the letter. By the time he was reading the name, he was on his knees, bawling. The letter was on the floor in front of him, he was crumpled in on himself, hugging himself close as he tried to keep himself together so he didn’t fall apart as he felt his insides shredding to pieces. His tears rained down onto the letter in front of him, staining it with sorrow.

He knew that it was Virgil who found him while he was still sobbing. He knew the gentle touch well, especially in combination with the sobs that made him feel like he was going to be sick.  Virgil was always the one that found him and held him when he had a breakdown. There wasn’t usually a big reason.

He heard the paper shift as Virgil picked it up to read it, sighing to himself before passing it off to Roman, who had just come in. Patton just barely heard Roman curse Logan as he bent further over himself, arms gripped around his midsection as he felt his chin against his knees, his forehead against the carpet. He heard Roman shut and lock the door, keeping everybody else out. He and Virgil were the only ones who knew both Logan and Patton well enough to figure something out, and they could go and find Dexter if they needed his help.

“I thought that everything was okay,” Virgil sighed, still gently holding Patton, hand drawing soothing circles on his back. When he’d seen the two of them going upstairs last night, holding hands and Patton unable to stop smiling, he’d thought that they’d finally worked things out. He thought that Patton was finally going to be truly happy.

Virgil liked Logan - he did - and he could hear in the letter that he thought he was doing the right thing. That didn’t stop him from swearing that if the moron didn’t make amends, then he would kill him the next time he saw him.

Patton wasn’t sure when his sobbing turned to shaken breaths, how long it took for the shaking to stop and for the lack of any feeling to take over. He had no idea what he was planning to do when he got up and got dressed. There was still something burning in the pit of his stomach, but it was quiet now. It wasn’t lashing out. I just needed to move, to go.

Patton didn’t quite remember Virgil and Roman asking where he was going when they heard him asking for a car to be brought around. He didn’t quite remember telling them that he was “going to find my moron” and that if he couldn’t be found he’d be back before midnight. Neither of them tried to stop him, instead offering to go with him for moral support. Patton denied with a slight smile. He couldn’t remember what exactly made him smile - maybe it was habit, maybe it was Virgil and Roman, two of the most important and loved people in his world, maybe it was something else. Either way, he smiled as he got into the car and rode away from his childhood home.

Roman stood outside, watching the drive for longer than he probably should have, thinking back to the last day he and Virgil stayed at Foster house, the night that Logan had pulled him aside.

“Listen,” he’d started, leaning forward toward Logan. “I like you. I can’t believe I’m admitting it, but I do. That being said, if you ever turn, if you ever do anything to hurt him-”

“You’ll kill me,” Logan smirked, obviously just tipsy enough on wine and whiskey to be open. “You and your husband and your brother and his husband. Yes, I’ve heard this speech before, and from a much more intimidating source. Don’t worry, I can’t exactly outrun you.” Roman winced as Logan pulled up the leg of his pants to reveal his prosthetic. “You have nothing to worry about, anyway. I don’t think I’ll ever mean enough to him to hurt him. Not in any permanent way.”

“I don’t know if I’d go that far,” Roman tilted his head. “You seem to be growing on him.”

“It’s easier to act that way when he has people that he loves around, namely you and Virgil.” Logan took a deep breath, his gaze shifting slightly to stare at something behind Roman where nothing existed. “Your brother… is everything good about this world. Aphrodite couldn’t dream of being so beautiful, Apollo himself couldn’t begin to shine as brightly. I knew that the minute I saw him. I’ll never deserve him. I’ll keep him safe for as long as he needs, but only until he finds someone much closer to being worthy of him. Something as cold hearted as me…” Logan took another deep breath and another swig from his glass of whiskey. “You won’t have me in your hair for long. I promise.” Logan finished his glass and marched for the door to the others before Roman could get in another word.

It was that exchange that made Roman’s big brother instincts kick in and start worrying not only about his precious Patton, but Logan as well. Now, watching the road Logan had snuck down like a thief in the night, the road Patton was taking to track him down, Roman could only wish for them to work something out, for them to be happy.

~

It didn’t take long for Patton to reach Foster house. Nothing much had changed - everything was still in bloom, saturated with color and life as the sun shone bright in the clear sky. The only thing that seemed out of place was the taxi pulled up in front of the door. It didn’t stay, though. It started away as Patton approached, revealing an obviously frustrated Dexter standing on the other side of it.

“Finally. I knew you’d show up,” he called out as Patton got out of the car.

“How long have you been here? I thought you were-”

“I heard him leaving and knew that somebody had to keep him where he could be found. I was only a few minutes behind him.” Dexter led Patton inside to the library as he explained, the sound of someone talking to himself echoing into the hall.

“I dreamt last night our love return’d,” Logan muttered to himself as Dexter led Patton to the open door to the library. He was shelving books, reciting to himself absentmindedly. “And, sooth to say, that very dream/ was sweeter than its phantasy,/ Than if for other hearts I burn’d,/ For eyes that ne’er like thine could beam/ In Rapture’s wild reality.”

“I tried talking to him,” Dexter whispered to Patton, “but he doesn’t listen to me. Good luck.” Patton stepped forward into the library, Logan’s back still to him as he kept stacking, kept reciting from memory.

“Then tell me not, remind me not,/ Of hours which, though for ever gone,/ Can still a pleasing dream restore,/ Till Thou and I shall be forgot,/ And senseless, as the mouldering stone/ Which tells that we shall be no more.” Logan bent over his desk, fingernails finding their way to his lip as he looked over something.

“I think I remember that one,” Patton announced, stepping closer into the library. Logan nearly jumped out of his skin. “You read that to me once. You thought I was asleep.”

“I thought that you were going to do as I said,” Logan muttered, wiping the blood from his lip with a bandaged hand.

“When have I ever done that? Also, what did you do to your hand?”

“It’s no-”

“He punched the wall,” Dexter interrupted, leaning against the doorway.

“You punched a wall?”

“It’s the only way he’ll let himself have any sort of emotional release. You wouldn’t believe how many times he’s broken-”

“Dexter,” Logan’s voice cracked, edging on a shout. “Do you mind?” Dexter shrugged, silently wishing Patton good luck one last time before closing the door behind him. “You should have stayed with your family.”

“Did you honestly think that after what we’ve been through, that after last night, I’d just let you go that easily?”

“You’re not bound to me,” Logan reminded him. “I made sure of that, that we weren’t ever properly together so you can leave without feeling obligated to stay.”

“I know that I’m not obligated, but I am going to stay because it’s what I want.”

“I thought that we both knew that this was strictly for convenience, that it wouldn’t-”

“What about this is convenient, Logan?” Patton’s voice was steadier than he’d imagined it would be. He thought that he would be screaming already. “What has happened that you imagine is convenient?”

“I was trying to make it convenient for you by giving you a safe place to stay that was acceptable to your parents until you found a person and place that you loved. I was trying to make everything convenient for you, not me.”

“And by trying to do that, you’ve only made things more complicated. You could have made everything easier for both of us if you would just accept that we love each other and make each other happy. Why can’t you just accept that?”

“Because I know that I don’t - I could never deserve you. You wouldn’t stay happy - I could never make you as happy as you can possibly be. I’ve seen you at your happiest, and I couldn’t-”

“You don’t know that! When do you think you’ve seen me at my happiest when you weren’t-”

“Two years ago, Christmas at Hemingway Manor.” Patton shut his mouth, taken aback by the answer. He hardly remembered that night. “We were only introduced, I doubted that you’d remember. In fact, I counted on it. I saw you, though. I fell for you that night. I saw you dance the night away, watched as you laughed and twirled and glowed brighter than all the thousands of candles that lit the place. I saw you and I loved you, and when I realized it was you that I was engaged to, I made a plan to ensure your happiness. I can’t make you happy like that - I never could - but I could make you comfortable until you found a way out. And I still stand by that plan. It’s hit some bumps in the road, but I still believe that someone else will be so much better for you. I never wanted to hurt you, but while I was trying to stay away you were...” Patton sighed as Logan pressed his palm to his forehead.

“Okay,” Patton thought out loud. Shouting wasn’t going to work with Logan - all it did was get him more worked up which led to more shutting down. “Here’s what we’re going to do. You and I will stay together, live together like none of this mess ever happened, like a normal married couple would, until our one year anniversary. That gives us, what, nine or ten months to live together? If by then one of us has fallen out of love with the other, then we’ll separate. If not, then we won’t, and you’ll have to accept that we’re happy. Deal?” Patton put out his hand for Logan to shake, smiling only enough for Logan to know that there were no hard feelings.

Logan couldn’t find it in him to say no. He went over Patton’s proposition again and again in his head, but he couldn’t find a way that it wouldn’t work out. He knew that Patton would come to his senses sooner or later, and sure, he would always feel guilty for taking up a year of his life when he could have been anywhere else, but if Patton was so determined to have his way…

“All right. Deal,” Logan conceded, taking Patton’s hand to shake. He only wondered for an instant why Patton’s grip was so strong until he was yanked forward, Patton’s lips pressing to his to seal the deal. Patton wasn’t a fan of the metallic taste of anxiety on his lip, but he was too glad to have him close to care. He would find a way to help him with that - he had time. He wasn’t going anywhere any time soon.

~

Patton couldn’t stop smiling. The evening air of Spring was light in his lungs, warm on his skin. In the field in front of him, he could see all five of his brothers, his parents, a few of Logan’s friends standing in the field. Logan was standing in front of the same priest that had married them, his light grey suit and blue tie matching Patton’s perfectly. They stood just at the edge of the forest, and the bluebells were in full bloom.

Renewing their vows had been Logan’s idea. He’d brought it up the night of their anniversary when they got back from what was deemed Patton’s victory dinner. They were just at the front door when it started snowing and Patton stopped to watch. The suggestion had barely processed in Patton’s mind when he turned to see Logan down on one knee, enveloping Logan’s fingers in both of his hands.

“Will you allow me to be yours forever, for us this time?” He didn’t get a verbal answer like he’d been anticipating, instead immediately tackled into the snow by an ecstatic Patton, crying and kissing him and hugging him close. Flakes of snow crowned his curls and Logan swore for the hundredth time in his life that he had never seen anything so exquisite.

He swore the same thing for the two-hundredth time when he saw Patton settle beside him in front of the priest.

“Logan,” Patton smiled up at Logan, recalling the vows that he’d worked out days earlier, “you did everything that you could to get me to leave you. You challenged me, tested my resolve, and swore that it was all for my happiness. A year ago, I was at my happiest when you agreed to my deal. I grew happier every day after that, I got to see you every day, I got to make you happy, and I fell more and more in love with you. I am never going to leave you, I will never let you think that you’re not enough because it’s you that has made me the happiest man on the face of the earth, and I will spend every second of my life trying to make you feel something close to how you make me feel.” Logan reached out, taking Patton’s hand in his, cheeks dusted a glorious shade of red. He straightened his back when the priest told him it was his turn.

“I am not often wrong. Ask anyone who knows me, I don’t make mistakes and am usually right about things. I still think that I am right in that I will never deserve you. However, you have proven yourself right. Every day for the past year you’ve proven yourself right because every day I swore to myself that you would come to your senses and be gone by the next day. I still think that you should have, that I should have stayed away from you so you could find someone that deserves you. Nonetheless, allow me to admit for the first and hopefully last time: You’re right, I was wrong, and I acted like an idiot. And yes, you do have permission to hold that over my head for the rest of our lives now that we’re stuck together by choice.” Patton laughed, causing Logan to break into the widest grin Patton had ever seen on his face. “I love you, Patton Foster. I love you, and I cannot imagine my life without you in it.”

“You may-” Patton already had his arms around Logan’s neck, their lips pressed together before the priest could finish the line. He felt lighter than air, Logan’s bear hug the only thing keeping him from floating away on cloud nine. The small audience cheered, Dexter and Remy both whistled, but Patton was already long gone. Pulling away only slightly, all that Patton saw was eyes glittering with endless galaxies and a smile that could cure any disease. All he heart was the tempo of Logan’s heart and the slight chuckle of disbelief that rose in his throat. Engulfed in the scent of ink and bluebells, Patton giggled as Logan hugged him closer, picking him up off the ground to twirl him around.

Nothing could be better.

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[dragon-fics]

DOS: Hunter to Lover [pt. 2](Ugauc X Male Elf/reader)

Chapter summary: You wake up by Ugauc’s side and return home. You visit him in secrecy until you are stuck in his cave during s blizzard.

pt. 1, Pt. 2, pt. 3 pt. 4, pt.5, pt. 6

H/C = Hair Colour

I felt warm. It was a nice warm. Like it was the iciest winter, and I was snuggled up under my coziest blanket.

But that didn’t make any sense. It was spring and my mattress didn’t feel like my mattress. It felt more like I had sunk in a giant pillow that in. I could also hear water gurgling softly nearby.

Where am I?

My eyes snapped open in a panic. I could see dimly glowing blue and white specks on a grey rippling canvas above me.

Stars?

Yellow light streamed in through a opening, a green hue added by the leafy vines draped over the opening.

As I looked around, I remembered where I was. I was in his cave... the dragon’s cave. The dragon’s cave whose name I couldn’t remember.

And then there was the warm feeling that was wrapped around me. I looked down, a giant scaled wing delicately wrapped around me. I looked over my shoulder. More green scales.

So, he does have a beast form. I noted.

I propped myself up on my arms and looked behind me. His large green head was curled in around me, as if to provide some sort of border between me and the rest of the cave.

His breaths were deep and long, grumbling softly in his throat as he slept. I smiled at his snoozing body.

I crawled closer to him, feeling the ruff behind his horns. It was so smooth—like a petal. I ran my hand over the ruff, feeling my hand run over the cartilage fingers in it.

Then a new rumble came from his throat.

Was he... purring?

He was purring as I stroked his scales. His lips curled up into a smile. His smile made me smile.

I moved my hand down to his head, running my hands over the rougher scales of his cheek and forehead.

His smile grew bigger.

Good morning, came a masculine voice. The same voice I heard from the dragon the night before.

But he didn’t move his lips. He hadn’t moved at all.

I froze and retracted my hand.

I was enjoying that, he complained.

“How are you doing that?” I asked.

Talking in your head? He seemed amused by my confusion. He opened his eye, an amber gem staring right at me.

“You’re—you’re in my head?!” I exclaimed. I forced myself to my feet and backed up, only to have his wing hit my back.

The dragon raised his head, green scales shimmering in what morning sunlight came into the cave. He looked down at me, sympathy in his eyes. He lifted his wing, and I stumbled off the cushion of animal hides.

I’m sorry, but I have no other way to communicate with you in this form... and either way you’re the only person I can communicate with like this.

I looked straight at him, trying to look hard. 

Just give me a moment to shift and find my clothes.

I glanced aside and turned around.

A flash of light came from behind me. I glanced over my shoulder to see his bare back as he rummaged around for his trousers.

I quickly whipped my head around, face flushed bright red. Some explicit thoughts rushed through my head before I stopped myself and calmed down. I tapped my bare foot on the ground to distract myself.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I didn’t realise elves kept their thoughts to themselves,” He apologised.

I turned around, surprised he had apologized. “It—It’s fine, um—“

“Ugauc,” he reminded me.

I blushed, embarrassed I had forgotten his name. “Ugauc,” I repeated, “I’ll try to remember that.”

Ugauc gave a small nod and knelt by the stream. He cupped his hand and drank some crystal clear water.

“So, um, what did you mean by you’re the only person I can communicate with like this?” I asked, looking down at the meandering stream beside me.

“The bond that connects us, as soulmates, allows me to communicate with you through words, rather than through pictures or emotions with other dragons,” he rose to his feet. “Over time, our bond will strengthen so we can communicate even when we are apart. And after we... officially bond, that’ll be our first step to strengthening our bond... if you wish to do so, I mean. Or we could just spend as much time as we can together,” he finished, looking at me.

“Officially bon—oh... yeah, um,” my cheeks flushed bright red again. Ugauc chuckled.

“It’s all right, little elfling, I’m not ready for that either,” He strolled closer to me, eyes shining.

I smiled back at him.

Then a hungry gurgle came from my stomach.

“Shall I walk you home?”

*-*-*-*

“Here’s fine, Ugauc,” I said, stopping by the last line of trees that surrounded our snowy village.

Ugauc looked from his perch in one of the lowest branches in the tree beside me. He eyed every part of the village. “Are you sure I can’t deal with those elves for you?” He seemed to be annoyed by the fact he wasn’t allowed to take care of his ‘little elfling’ and deal with the elves who had abandoned me.

“If you do ‘deal with them’, you will be found and killed. They will hang your head in our great hall!” I said. “please, just stay safe and away from our village,” I pleaded.

Ugauc looked down at me, his narrowed pupils relaxing. He nodded his head.

“Now, please go before someone sees you. I don’t want to lose you before I’ve even gotten to know you.”

Ugauc slowly nodded his head again. “I’ll see you soon, (Y/N),” he whispered. He turned around and hopped through the trees, gripping onto tree trunks with his sharp nails.

I sighed sadly as he leaped away, before starting forward, staring at my boots. My stomach gurgled again as I walked on the path to my home.

“Oh! (Y/N)!” Called my mother in a relieved cry. I could barely see her before she wrapped her arms around me in a firm hug.

“Mama, please,” I said, trying to sound embarrassed, but it relieved me to see her again, especially after almost thinking I was going to die at the claws of a dragon last night.

She let go of me and looked me over. “Oh, my son! You look famished and filthy!” She scowled. “Come home. I’ll make a big breakfast for you and you can have a hot bath straight after,” she decided with a firm nod. I would not fight her—not that I would have won.

Mama walked me home. As soon as she opened the door she exclaimed, “Look who’s home!”

*-*-*-*

So they’ve been dealt with? Ugauc asked as he tore apart a boar’s carcass, blood splattered against his emerald scales. It had been a week since the hunt, and Bracken and the rest of his team had not brought back a dragon, but they had brought back a dire wolf, which was enough to have them as part of the hunting squad. But our clan leader—who was Bracken’s father—had found out they had abandoned me mid-hunt, so they have been suspended from joining the hunting squad.

I flinched; I had yet to get used to Ugauc’s fierce eating methods. “For now,” I said ruefully.

Ugauc continued to tear the boar apart. We usually send traitors of dragon clans to the Queen’s arena to fight the fiercest of the clan; most don’t make it out alive.

I gave him a horrified look and thought of the best response. “I’m afraid we’re not dragons.”

Ugauc smiled as he ate. That is true. He swallowed his food. What about you? What are you going to do? Seeing as you weren’t part of the hunt.

“They gave me the option to join the squad, but I think I’d like to help teach young archers of our clan, or I might try out some new trades,” I said, nibbling on my snack; a pomegranate I was digging the seeds out of; one of the few fruits that grew in our harsh, snowy climate.

Ugauc dug around the carcass for the last of the meat left on the boar, before rolling it away and licking the blood from his chops and mouth. I will never understand how a creature can live their entire life eating plants and seeds. Meat is so tasty! You should try it sometime.

I shook my head. “Have you ever even tried plants?”

Ugauc paused. I’ve tried apples, mangoes, raspberries, blackberries, dragonberries and dragonfruit.

I stopped eating my seeds. “And what did you think of them?”

Apples, raspberries and blackberries are much too bitter for my taste. And dragonberries and dragonfruit have nothing to do with us! We barely even eat fruit! He raised his head snootily.

I laughed. “Well, at least you tried them,” I sighed. “I’ve never even seen most of them.”

Haven’t been around much, have you?

I shook my head.

Maybe we could do that in a while? Do some travelling together, I mean.

I thought for a moment. My parents sometimes talk about when they went travelling, when they were younger. I had always wanted to do the same with my future mate.

I smiled. “I’d love to do that.”

*-*-*-*

“Can you put me down now?” I asked. Ugauc held me firm in his grip. I had snuck off yet again to meet my boyfriend after almost a month of secretly dating.

Ugauc smirked. “No,” he replied smugly as he continued walking to his cave. Clouds were gathering above us. Blizzard clouds as I learned growing up in a village constantly being battered by snow.

“But I need to get home, Ugauc.”

“You’ll get caught in the storm if you go home now,” Ugauc said. “I’m not letting that happen.”

He was right; I knew he was, but I still had to get home.

“Ugauc,” I scolded. He let me go, and I stood in front of him. “I need to get home to my family.”

“You’ll freeze before you get to the village.” Ugauc said, trying to stay as calm as possible. “And I’ll be spotted if I fly to there, if the wind wasn’t already picking up.”

I sighed and turned around, walking towards his cave.

I rubbed my arms as I passed through the leafy vines hanging in the cave's mouth.

“I’ll gather some wood and start a fire for us,” Ugauc said, leaving the cave again.

“Stay safe!” I called after him. I was met with the sound of running water from the stream.

I moved over to the bed of animal hides, pulling a bison hide over my shoulders to keep me warm.

It wasn’t long before the wind howled outside, sending the vines into a swirling frenzy. I shivered, thinking of Ugauc out there. And with his wings... It’d be a long fight for him to get back.

Then I heard someone approach.

“Finally, you’re back,” I said, jumping to my feet.

But Ugauc wasn’t who came into the cave.

It was a female elf with long (H/C) hair and silvery robes.

“There you are, (Y/N),” she said.

“Eda?” I asked.

My sister smiled. “Yeah, of course it’s me, dummy,” she said, putting her hands on her hips. She looked around at the cave. “Woah! How did you find this place?” She turned to me. “And who were you waiting for?” She poked at the bison hide on my shoulders. “And how did you get this?”

“Eda, you—we—have to go,” I said, grabbing her wrist.

She furrowed her brow. “But you were here, so why do we have to leave?”

“(Y/N)! I’m back!” Ugauc shouted over the wind. Eda peered over my shoulder as he walked in.

I spun around, Ugauc dropped the wood in his arms. Eda stepped back, a horrified look on her face.

“Who is that?!” Ugauc and Eda exclaimed in unison.

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