#my skin feels strange on me sometimes. it feels rather like my brother's skin than my own but so so pale now

[outlying-hyppocrate]

unwell about things,,,,,,, have not slept,,,,,,,, i can taste the numbers now

#random thoughts #taste.......... that reminds me. plazma. i still want to try plazma #plazma look lovely........... fucking......... biscuits or cookies or whatever you call them. fucking delicious #12 12 12. very 12. so 12. what a concept it is! #infirmum sum infirmum sum but it is an illness of mens once again! lacking proper diagnosis or simply sleep-deprived. oh crispin #you quote konstrakta now?? illustrate the concept of “mens infirma in corpore sano” in your own terms. oh certainly not. ridicule me please #well......... you've fallen? but where to? where to my love? who is your love? myself #carve cavities scoop out my own viscera like pomegranate. we are still we are still we breathe flowers and disease #viscera. viscera viscera viscera. viscera <12 #a word! a word. becomes your new favorite #stand here to listen listen to the ramblings of an idiot. he believes his words will weave well into music #hyvä suomi! your country loves you once again where your own mother does not #hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh the words they hold me together. twist them as i were to wring out my own organs. soft shoulders #my skin feels strange on me sometimes. it feels rather like my brother's skin than my own but so so pale now #when was it last have i seen the sun? burn holes into seemingly poetic eyes get a grip on reality! #here we break character and watch as the fool begins to slap himself repeatedly in the face. why? because he likes it of course. masochist #i'd like the title branded into this skin sewn together of my dearly beloved family. yes please

[mothxmoons]

Hi hi hiii!! I really liked your reader who reads mind thing with wesker IM OBBSESED AND IT WAS A SHORT LITTLE THING anyway ! If you want to could you make a part 2 to it 😈 IF YOU DONT WANT TO JUST IGNORE THIS !!! <3

Thank you !!🩷

>:3

“You’ve been acting strange around him, you know.” Jill said suddenly, making you jump in your chair, looking over at her. “He knows it too, he’s been really on edge.”

You already knew that, his thoughts were so loud. He was upset that you started not spending as much time with him anymore, downright waxing poetic when he was in his office. Behind those closed doors was him basically whining about how you stopped spending so much time with. You never thought a man as stoic as he is would be so pathetic sometimes.

However that was only in the minority of his thoughts, you typically had to suffer through his jealousy and possessive behavior towards you. Especially when you were hanging out with Chris, you knew hated Chris with a burning passion, you couldn’t tell why but he just did. You knew you couldn’t avoid him forever, him or his thoughts.

“I want them to stop hanging around Chris.”

“What’s so good about him anyways? I know I’m so much better than him.”

“He doesn’t have anything I do. I have money, power, and looks, what could he possibly have?”

“They’re mine, why can’t they see that?”

He was being extra hard on the others now that you weren’t around him as much. You really couldn’t avoid this man forever, not that you were planning to anyways. You sighed, getting up from your desk to go over to his office, the office’s blinds were closed but you knew he was in there. Grumpy thoughts were streaming from the door. You huffed, looking over to Jill who gave you a thumbs up and an awkward smile. You turned back to the door and knocked.

“Sir?” You said, placing your hand on the doorknob waiting for an okay to come in.

“They’re here? Finally! Did they come to their senses?”

Oh brother, what did you get yourself into?

“Come in.” A very different tone of voice came from behind the door from the one you hear in his thoughts. You opened the door and peeked inside looking at him before going inside.

“Sir…” You started, walking over to where he sat. “You’ve been rather…upset lately. Is everything okay?”

“You haven’t been around me that’s why I’ve been so upset.”

“Have I been?” He asked, moving back a little in his chair. You could feel his stare through his shades, glowering at you. With a shrug you walked over to his desk and sat down near him.

“Is everything alright?” Your voice was very soft, you knew exactly what he wanted, you could give that to him.

“No.”

“Yes.” Came his reply almost immediately. His arms were crossed over his chest as he spoke, making sure anyone peeking in knew he meant business.

“I worry about you, you know.” You leaned in further, your elbows resting on his desk. “If work is getting too stressful then maybe we can…I don’t know…go to the new restaurant down the street.”

“Really?” He asked surprised, Wesker almost jumping out of his skin. He wasn’t expecting you to invite him out on a date.

“Yeah, I think it’d be nice. I mean, if you’re okay with that of course!” You quickly said, covering up how you knew what he wanted already.

“Yes, I’d love that.” He responded almost immediately, almost desperately, he didn’t want this time with you to end if he said no out of spite.

“Great! How about after work then?” You asked, smiling at him.

“I’d love that. Thank you.” Wesker nodded with a barely visible smile of his own. He seemed much calmer after that, maybe you got through to him?

“I’m going to take you back to mine afterwards and fuck you so hard you can’t come into work the next day. Ohh…you’ll be able to stay in my bed, in my home, the whole day.”

Okay, maybe you got through to him a little too well.

#asks! #albert wesker x reader #resident evil x reader #wesker x reader

[frostycatblr-fandom-files]

Under Bursting Skies

[Your Choice of Clone x GN!Reader]

Let's rate this +13 to be safe. Minor proofreading and editing. Gender neutral Reader. Second person POV with no body or gender descriptors. No specified Clone or personalities beyond name drops when it comes to the rumors. This is just him™ being sweet and cuddly with you because the fireworks scare you or simply make you uneasy. Or you can pretend it's the other way around: the fireworks have scared him™ and you're comforting him™. I'm not your mother, I can't stop my fellow Clone Simps from interpreting who says what dialogue in any specific way. ;) No one's acting out of character because I say so though, so yes he would say that because he loves you. 🩷 One line of Mando'a that gets translated by the other. My usual use of italics.

Hope y’all are staying safe with those fireworks! If you need me I’ll be chilling with my noise cancelling headphones in my house now that we’re done celebrating.

It's been going on for a while now, you and him. 

The stolen and sweet "secret" (hah, who are you kidding when there's a sea of a hundred faces similar enough to his who have you clocked from miles away at any given time?) moments like these are as natural as the armor that hugs him in all the right places. All those areas your eyes linger a little too long, your hands crawl to time and time again.

Yeah, especially there.

This firework show seems to be going on equally as long tonight. It's anyone's guess who got a hold of these, why the COs haven't put a stop to it, and who's setting them off. There's too many conflicting rumors about the origin and why they're being set off tonight. 

One rumor many have put their credits on is Fives wanting to say farewell to this campaign General Skywalker secured for them with a bang, and he's paid some Shiny reeeeally well to set off these sparklers and skyrockets he found in an overstuffed office labeled "contraband" on the base. Another rumor floating around suggests that so-and-so has it on good authority that those specializing in heavy-weapons (he's pretty sure he knows what Hardcase's armor looks like even in the dark… granted he was pretty far away, so-) and explosives wanted to blow something up (wasn't there someone you were telling me about in that rogue Clone unit named-? Oh hi, Captain!), but they wanted to create something of beauty rather than destruction before they got bored of it and let someone else take it from there. 

Maybe it's not even a Clone who's setting them off. Maybe it's some brother's General and their respective Shin- er, Padawan. (Don't call them "Shiny" or "Youngling", most of them really don't like that or understand what we mean.) Or maybe it's just the Padawan. It's probably their Commander… that seems like a thing the General's student might do. They may be fighting in a war for kriff's sake, but kids will find excuses to be kids. They don't really see most of the Generals doing something like using their lightsaber to ignite the fuse from a distance. (If that isn't their Commander though, how the hell did a brother get their hands on one of the laser swords someone swears up and down they saw?) 

You don't know, and you don't care. You're more interested in being wrapped around him, by him, feeling someone's skin twitch and jump with every rocket that climbs into the sky above the base with a shrill, whistling scream before it bursts into a ball of sizzling light and color. You've found some secluded space where you often spend time with one another. 

It's the perfect place to take that spare mattress one of the bunk rooms had kicking around for a while and lay it out on the floor, adding layer after layer of those GAR-issue blankets and sheets no one would miss until the thing became a much more comfortable nest. It was another "secret" the two of you had. 

Yeah, a little strange that this old storage room's light turns on sometimes in the middle of the night. Maybe the wiring is just… goofy. But it's definitely nothing. 

"Maker… wonder how much this guy's gotten his hands on. Must've been at this for… fifteen minutes?" one of you asks, feeling the other tense after one of the big fireworks detonates with an ear splitting BHOOM! so deep, it was felt in all twenty-four ribs. 

The question is answered with a faint laugh before a trail of kisses are stamped into the other's jawline, "Dunno… just hope it ends soon. For your sake." 

"Hush, I'm not-" comes the retort before the jawline is replaced with the speaker's lips, gentle hands caressing their face before they pull apart. "Now-now. I was not going to say you were scared. You're tense. The fireworks make you uneasy." 

"Exploding kaleidoscopes would make anyone uneasy! They're too much like thermal detonators for my taste, and you know those aren't toys." 

There's another soft chuckle before one of you props yourself up on one elbow to better look at the nervous one on the stolen mattress below both of you with a sweet smile. "K'uur, ner sho'cye…" comes out in a soothing tone, voice close to an amorous purr. 

"Don't you "hush, my ocean" me…" one of you complains softly to the other, trying to shy away from the hand that reaches forward to touch some part of them. A scar. A tattoo. Their hair. Skin barren and devoid of any clothing. "I'm the one who says that…" they grumble, but it's half-hearted. They can't stay mad at their darling, the other half of them in this galaxy, for too long just from a simple tease. 

It earns them a chuckle in reply again. "Uh-huh…" 

Neither of you want to stray too far from the comforting embrace where they fit just right against the other. There's no rigid surface of an armor kit to be found that makes a tender hug stiff and impossibly uncomfortable for more than a brief exchange that conveys the gratitude of seeing the other one safe and alive and in the flesh once again; more than a dream had in longing.

"Don't say it…"

"You're adorable when you're grumpy." 

"I'm not grumpy."

"Right. Because the fireworks don't scare you either." 

"Exactly." they declare emphatically. But the discomforted twitch with the next shockwave of color and crackling light and spent gunpowder floating on the breeze outside that breaks across in the bursting skies above them both betrays their resolve. One of you is most definitely frightened by the display that poses no immediate danger; luckily, the other doesn't think less of them for it. 

"It's alright. I have you."

Your heads meet in the middle-space between the two of you on the mattress as you draw each other closer once again for comfort, whether sought or provided, and the whisper is small and grateful. "...thank you." 

Together, safe in the base, under bursting skies, the two of you listen to the fireworks above as the show carries on. When it mercifully comes to an end with one last rib-tickling series of blasts and booms, you simply look in one another’s eyes with a sigh. You’re both in agreement that you’re glad someone had fun - and hopefully no one ended up hurt - but you’re more glad it’s finally over.

“Wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“Would’ve been worse if it wasn’t for you, sweetheart.”

“I’d do anything for the one I love.” the tender promise is made, sealed with a kiss.

[Didn’t drop my Sorry, Wrong Comms! taglist into this one since I didn’t know if this experimental and self-indulgent drabble would be their cup of tea]

Mando’a pronunciation according to the glossary I referenced:

K’uur [Koor]

ner [nair]

sho’cye [SHOW-shay]

#frostfics #Under Bursting Skies #star wars #drabble #swtcw #sw tcw #twc #sw tbb #tbb #star wars x reader #x reader #gender neutral reader #(and this is where I get less certain how to tag since only three people were explicitly named) #idk if you find this and reblog it with someone in mind in your tags I'll add him here I don't know how wide I wanna cast the net #clone simps come get ya food #tcw fives #tcw hardcase #tbb wrecker #tbb hunter #tbb echo #tcw echo #tbb crosshair #tbb tech #captain rex #commander cody #tcw jesse #tcw kix #tcw tup

[qqueenofhades]

Since you mentioned that you may be taking requests and also that you did that Dreamling oneshot the other day, I would like very much to humbly request an “every one of my family members is an eldritch abomination myself included however I should very much like to just go to uni and hopefully not destroy the entire world thanks” girlfriends, Rose and Nile?

It goes without saying that there are many things about this whole situation -- uprooting her life, moving to a new country, becoming her brother's legal guardian, helping him adjust while still feeling horrendously guilty about not saving him from his previous abusive situation sooner, sorting through her wealthy and late great-grandmother's extensive estate, and trying to start a graduate degree, while the mellifluous tones of Yakety Sax echo constantly through said country's government and she's not sure if the whole place is about to explode in a puff of clown-car smoke -- which are very, very stressful. Rose has always been good at making up more things to worry about, but even she doesn't need to search for ways to whet her anxiety, because it's already there and then some. Not to mention the whole part where she nearly destroyed the universe, became a dream vortex and then un-became it, inadvertently helped her friend have a baby with her dead husband, and almost agreed to let her creepy immortal great-uncle murder her for the greater good, before calamity was averted at the last minute and she turned out to be something called a Child of the Endless. Surely that won't be a problem again. Right?

In any event, amid this whirlwind of chaos, change, anxiety, and effort, Rose is very grateful to have met Nile Freeman, and they've taken to spending more and more time together. They have instantly bonded as young black women from America (or rather, Rose thinks Nile is from America, but she hasn't actually said) who both live in London and have endured the headaches of obtaining graduate degrees in history. Nile finished her PhD at KCL a few years ago, and is now doing that oh-so-fun early-career-researcher shuffle as she decides what she wants to do next, though she's made several cryptic references to wealthy parents who live in Malta and send her enough money to make sure she doesn't sleep under a bridge. "I appreciate it," she says as they walk through Bloomsbury, en route to Senate House so Rose can use the University of London's main library. "And considering all the disasters happening back in 2018, I was lucky to survive, truly. But sometimes I still want to do it on my own, you know."

"Mmm-hmm." Rose looks at her curiously. "What exactly do your parents do, by the way?"

"They..." Nile pauses. They come to a halt at the crosswalk and wait for the light. "You know, this and that."

Rose finds this answer rather vague, but maybe it's a sensitive subject, or Nile just doesn't want to talk about it yet. After all, they've only known each other for a few months, and Rose can't deny that she's very keen to impress the older girl. Nile is so gorgeous, so self-assured, with a strange eerie sheen to her skin and eyes that sometimes looks almost unearthly, but she's definitely the most normal person that Rose has recently met, and their interactions are the most refreshing part of her life. She has a bit (or maybe more than a bit) of a crush on Nile, but is too shy to see if that is actively reciprocated. As the light turns green and they cross, Rose says, "Are you from Malta, then? I thought you were American."

"Ethiopia," Nile says. "I was born there, at least. My parents adopted me a... a long time ago."

There definitely seems to be something she isn't saying, but Rose decides to let it pass, and they spend an enjoyable afternoon working at Senate House. Afterward, they trek off into the Bloomsbury streets in search of dinner, select a charming underground restaurant, and sit down in a candlelit corner. Nile orders her steak rare -- rare enough, in fact, that it's still practically mooing on the plate -- and Rose says jokingly, "Don't tell me, let me guess. You're a vampire."

Nile, who has just taken a sip of some indeed rather blood-red wine, chokes, starts coughing, and takes several minutes to compose herself, as Rose apologizes profusely. But she isn't laughing or treating it like a joke; she looks deeply startled. "How did you -- "

"Wait." Rose frowns. Oh no. Not her nice, normal, lovely friend who-she-kind-of-wants-to-be-her-girlfriend. Not in the one relationship and/or person she foolishly thought was not at all magical, creepy, supernatural, insane, or otherwise weird. "Are you...? I was just joking. I didn't..."

There's a very, very long pause. Nile seems to be weighing something up. At last she says, "If, hypothetically, I was... well, something like that, would you be upset?"

"I, uh." Rose considers what to say. After all, her horizons of what is possible have been recently and drastically broadened, and she's certainly not about to claim out of hand that vampires don't exist. "I don't think so?"

"I'm..." Nile looks around shiftily to make sure that all the other diners are happily absorbed, then lowers her voice anyway. "Technically half-vampire, half-djinn. My dads are one each. Nicky's a vampire and Joe's a djinn, and they sired me together, so it's... a long story."

"Okay." Rose blinks several times. "So your parents are...."

"Magical creatures, yeah." Nile eyes her. "You're taking this very well. Wait, are your parents also some kind of...?"

"My biological parents are both dead, but it turns out that I'm descended from something called the Endless." Rose feels awkward saying it, but there it is. "Do you, er, know what those are?"

"I don't think so. I could ask?"

"My great-uncle is the King of Dreams," Rose confesses, in something of a rush. "Lord Morpheus. Do you know him?"

"Maybe. It's been a long time, I can't remember everyone we've crossed paths with over the centu -- years." Nile nods her thanks as the waiter sets down a fresh basket of bread. "But again, I could -- "

"Wait. Centuries? How old are you?"

There is another long and deeply awkward pause. Then Nile says, "Technically, nineteen. But I was sired in 1104, so that means..." She calculates, then ventures, "Nine hundred and eighteen?"

"I knew it," Rose mutters. She is apparently just a magnet for every ever-living (literally) eldritch weirdo in the Western Hemisphere, and this isn't even touching the fact that her likewise-seemingly-nice-and-normal history professor/thesis supervisor is evidently also an ageless immortal and her aforementioned creepy King of Dreams great-uncle is valiantly attempting to not only date him, but ask Rose for advice. Truly. Her life is ridiculous.

#anonymous #ask #aitww #the key of solomon #tkos asks #look i am technically not in fact actively TAKING requests #but you saw 'i am very easily enabled' and went 'hmm i bet i can get them to write this anyway' #and i respect that hustle #so your wish has been granted! XD #....i shouldn't say that should i #now other people may try it #welp

[fuckthisshitimoutyall]

begging you to recommend me freaky fucked up dutch lit

Ok ok ok,,, so!

I have compiled a lil list for you, here's the thing though. These luckily do have english translations and depending on if you are Dutch/speak Dutch you will probably have heard of these. You will have seen them on the reading lists during high school because although your teacher tries to find something for everything and be a bit more modern,, it’s not all that successful.

sidenote for context:

Oftentimes, Dutch lit is not really for me. this has to do with the high school thing. reading levels in the Netherlands are down, about every year there will be some boomer or other complaining them youngsters don’t read anymore. True, but I vehemently believe this is because of what we had to read in high school. Because although its great if literature is weird, I mean yay artistic expression! Not too handy dandy when trying to introduce a bunch of teens to it to just throw em in the deep end and hope they’ve read them by the end of the year. It’s kind of a IYKYK thing. (it’s a rather complicated matter and this is a very condensed version of it but if I talk about that you’ll get an essay to get my thoughts across instead of what you’ve asked me which is some recommendations.)

Another bit of context: dutch lit doesn’t really shy away from religious, sexual, and sometimes gory themes. Infidelity sometimes feels a bit like the norm. Also lot of it is very straight (incest too). That being said, dutch literature has plenty of great stuff too (kader abdoulah has some cool stuff but is a lot less weird than trad dutch lit)

Having all That out of the way: FuckyWucky dutch lit incoming!:

(I have copied the descriptions from goodreads because I have not read all of these and if I were to go as far as do so this ask would not be answered for another two years)

De avond is ongemak/The discomfort of evening by Lucas Rijneveld

(The first one that reminded me when weird dutch lit comes to pass)

“I thought about being too small for so much, but that no one told you when you were big enough ... and I asked God if he please couldn't take my brother Matthies instead of my rabbit. 'Amen.'

Jas lives with her devout farming family in the rural Netherlands. One winter's day, her older brother joins an ice skating trip; resentful at being left alone, she makes a perverse plea to God; he never returns. As grief overwhelms the farm, Jas succumbs to a vortex of increasingly disturbing fantasies, watching her family disintegrate into a darkness that threatens to derail them all.

De engelenmaker/The angelmaker by Stefan Brijs

The village of Wolfheim is a quiet little place until the geneticist Dr. Victor Hoppe returns after an absence of nearly twenty years. The doctor brings with him his infant children-three identical boys all sharing a disturbing disfigurement. He keeps them hidden away until Charlotte, the woman who is hired to care for them, begins to suspect that the triplets-and the good doctor- aren't quite what they seem. As the villagers become increasingly suspicious, the story of Dr. Hoppe's past begins to unfold, and the shocking secrets that he has been keeping are revealed. A chilling story that explores the ethical limits of science and religion, The Angel Maker is a haunting tale in the tradition of The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde and Frankenstein . Brought to life by internationally bestselling author Stefan Brijs, this eerie tale promises to get under readers' skin.

Het smelt/The Melting by Lize Spit

Eva can trace the route to Pim's farm with her eyes closed, even though she has not been to Bovenmeer for many years. There she grew up among the rape fields and dairy farms. There lies also the root of all their grief.

Eva was one of three children born in her small Flemish town in 1988. Growing up alongside the boys Laurens and Pim, Eva sought refuge from her loveless family life in the company of her two friends. But with adolescence came a growing awareness of their burgeoning sexuality. Driven by their newly found desires, the children begin a game that will have serious and violent consequences for them all. Thirteen years after the summer she's tried for so long to forget, Eva is returning to her village. Everything fell apart that summer, but this time she'll be prepared. She has a large block of ice in her car boot and she's ready to settle the score...

Tirza/Tirza by Arnon Grunberg

Jorgen Hofmeester once had it all: a beautiful wife, a nice house with a garden in an upperclass neighborhood in Amsterdam, a respectable job as an editor, two lovely daughters named Ibi and Tirza, and a large amount of money in a Swiss bank account. But during the preparations for Tirza's graduation party, we come to know what he has lost. His wife has left him; Ibi is starting a bed and breakfast in France, an idea which he opposed; the director of the publishing house has fired him; and his savings accounts have vanished in the wake of 9/11.

But Hoffmeester still has Tirza, until she introduces him to her new boyfriend, Choukri - who bears a disturbing resemblance to Mohammed Atta - and they announce their plans to spend several months in Africa. A heartrending and masterful story of a man seeking redemption, Tirza marks a high point in Grunberg's still-developing oeuvre.

(also I think believe he has a thing for his daughters)

De donkere kamer van Damocles/The darkroom of Damocles by Willem Frederik Hermans

During the German occupation of Holland, tobacconist Henri Osewoudt is visited by Dorbeck. Dorbeck is Osewoudt's spitting image in reverse. Henri is blond and beardless, with a high voice; Dorbeck is dark-haired, and his voice deep.

Dorbeck gives Osewoudt a series of dangerous assignments: helping British agents and eliminating traitors. But the assassinations get out of hand...

The story of Osewoudt's fateful wanderings through a sadistic universe is thrilling. Is Osewoudt hero or villain? Or is he a psychopath, driven by delusions? It is the impossibility of ascertaining whether Osewoudt was on the "right" side or the "wrong" side - the moral issue of the Second World War in a nutshell - that makes Hermans' novel as breathtaking now as when it was written a decade after the war.

Having given these five recs, this is like the tip of the iceberg

#ask #fuckywuckylit

[the-chosen-fanfiction]

Gentile. | Chapter 32

Atticus reveals why he came to see you and Joanna sees something she ought not have. During the banquet, a strange man shows up and calls you out on your behaviour, but upon further investigation, you find out that he might just be the key between you and the Preacher.

Chapter list

The air between the two of you crackles with affection in the afterglow of your intimacy. Atticus’ lips brush against your bare shoulder whilst you exhaustedly croon against him, covers sticking to your naked skin, no inch left unkissed. 

“Thank you for letting me see you,” he earnestly whispers with a face that twists into solemnity. “I love you, (Y/n). You take my breath away…” You thumb through his stubble and smile. “Why the sour face? We will be together soon, no?”

The solemn shimmer makes place for a confused frown. “What do you mean, love? I thought you weren’t going to ask your brother about fleeing Quintus…”

Swallowing thickly, you realise you have barely exchanged a word with him ever since he set foot over the threshold. “I meant to tell you,” you say, “But… We got carried away doing other things.”

Atticus cannot help but chuckle at that and he shifts his arm so that you can nuzzle comfortably into him. “We kind of did,” he huffs, burying his face into your neck and kissing you under your ear, inhaling deeply. “By Juno, you smell delicious… I could sit like this all night and day. But please explain, for what I’m hearing sounds like music to my ears.”

You smile but it soon falls into worry. “Ah… It is only due to something tragic, though, so I’m conflicted.”

The marshall knits his brow together in confusion. “Darling?” Only now, you realise that there are tears shivering on the brims of your eyes and you blink them away, scooting impossibly closer into Atticus’ naked form, seeking comfort as you start talking. His skin upon yours is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before.

“My sister-in-law was ill for a long time. Whilst we were there, Lucius promised to not say anything about the affair to Quintus after I opened up to him about it. But… Valeria, that’s her name, she got very bad one night. Got called out of bed to pray and care for my niece. There was so much blood, and…” 

A sob leaves your throat and your hand goes to your belly out of instinct. You didn’t mean to burst the bubble of the afterglow, but you cannot stop the tears. Atticus does not pressure you, holding you gently as your bottom lip shivers, his breath intermingling with yours, slightly calming your sorrow. “She didn’t make it,” you whimper, “I… I saw her die, I saw how it broke my brother. The baby made it but is vulnerable and sickly.” You sniffle, “I cannot imagine the pain Lucius and Aurelia are going through.”

Atticus hums and cradles your stomach. “I’m deeply sorry to hear that, my love. You’ve got my condolences. I wish there was something I could say to take away that pain, but I fear that I don’t know the right words.”

“You don’t need to,” you whisper. “Sometimes, it is better to feel the pain and learn to live with it rather than to pretend it is not there. But there is light at the end of this all. I had a heart to heart with my brother after the cremation.”

The cohorte’s eyes find yours when your gaze grows determined. “Lucius promised that we only need to say the word. He will take his girls and flee Rome so that Quintus cannot find them. I… I brought forth the point that I don’t want to be selfish, but he said that I needed to hold onto what I have with you, that I should cherish it and not take it for granted.”

Atticus’ face relaxes and he closes his eyes in relief. “I… Can barely believe my ears, love. I don’t know what to say.”

You cannot keep yourself from grinning, letting out a small giggle. “We’ll find a way. I cannot travel too far right now so I propose to wait until after the baby is born, but we will figure it out.”

He takes your hand and kisses the tips of your fingers, eyes glittering in the light of the oil lamp on your nightstand. “I love you, (Y/n). I have never felt this way ever before.”

“Neither have I.” you breathe, gut swirling with butterflies, and he moves to press his mouth against the nape of your neck, drawing a soft whimper from you, but you gasp “Wait,” as Atticus snakes his fingers over your thighs, which deserves you a questioning hum. His hair tickles against your skin as he pulls away and you smooth it out with your palm before speaking up

“I’m curious what has brought you here,” you murmur, “Other than just… This…” You caress his upper arm and he huffs a tender laugh, kissing you briefly. 

“Very well,” he muses, “I’ve… Happened to investigate a Zealot who was planning to assassinate a Roman magistrate in Jerusalem. I aimed to kill him in the act, but something happened. He… He stumbled upon his brother who used to be paralysed from a very young age.”

“Used to?” you query, and Atticus nods. 

“I went to speak to the Zealot’s brother. Turns out, he ran into a Man Whom he claimed has healed him, and that he thinks He is the Messiah. Afterwards, I sought out the Zealot, who was now in pursuit of that Messiah, and what do you know? It’s that Teacher you’ve been taking an interest in.”

You sit up slightly, leaning onto your elbow, looking at him in slight shock. “What, really?”

Nodding, Atticus traces his fingers up and down your hip. “Yes. However, I’ve heard that your husband is searching for an audience with Him. I’m not sure if he likes Jesus’ activity at all.”

Letting out a noise, you roll your eyes. “That would be an understatement. Right after we returned from Rome, he immediately went back to work. He seemed keen about me leaving for a few days only so that he can focus on his responsibilities without having to worry about me.”

Atticus clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “He makes it very clear where his priorities lay.”

Sighing, you relax against the cohorte again. “So, what did you need to see me for, then?”

“I’m going to seek out Jesus of Nazareth.” 

Your eyes widen. “What?”

“I’m… Curious to see what He will do when coming face to face with Quintus. More specifically, how He will react to being taken captive.”

“What?! You can’t do that, Quintus will–”

Atticus puts a hand on your shoulder. “I know you’d say that. Darling, please, do not meddle in this. I’m just interested to see what will happen.”

Sudden anger coils within you. “Your search for intel does not justify taking an innocent Man captive!” 

“How can you know that, my love?” Atticus mutters, “That He is innocent? What do you know about Him?”

For a second, you stare at the marshall, dumbfounded, until you realise that he is right. “Nothing.” you say. “I know nothing about Him.”

With a gentle brush of his fingers against your jaw, Atticus smiles. “So, make sure you’re there when Quintus questions Him. See what you can find. I know you’re just as curious about Him as I am. See it as an opportunity to get to meet Him.”

You accept his outreached hand and your fingers intertwine, and you play with the rings on his fingers. “Can you promise me that nothing bad will happen to Him?” you whisper. 

“That part of His fate is out of my hands. But I thought I’d let you know about my plans so that you can perhaps learn a bit more about Him.”

The pair of you look at one another for a long moment, the silent moment only broken when you exhale softly and smile. “Thank you,” you murmur.

“Of course,” Atticus says, “Any time. And… It means that I will be around Capernaum soon. Although I’m not sure for how long I will stay yet, you may seek me out at the market square or on the roof, or in any dark alleyway. I won’t be far.”

Grinning, you snake an arm around his waist, bringing your face in front of his. “Oh? What should I seek you out for, then?” 

An amused huff leaves his lips and he rubs his nose against yours, pressing his knee between your legs. “Need a reminder?” he huskily whispers, and you gasp when he rolls you over so that your back is against his front, his body warm against you. 

“Please,” you giggle, wincing softly when he nibbles the part where neck and shoulder meet, and he gladly ignites these memories within you.

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It is barely the crack of dawn when you awake from shifting on the other side of the bed, but when you reach out, the pillow is unpleasantly cold. 

Bleary-eyed, you find the shape of the cohorte sitting at the edge where he laces up his sandals, already fully dressed. A pang of disappointment shunts through you and you let out a soft sound, which causes him to look at you. 

“Where are you going?” you croak.

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” he whispers, “I’m sorry, love. I’ve got no time to stay.”

You sit up slightly and Atticus cannot help but let his eyes go to the marred skin that falls exposed upon the covers sliding off of you. He chews his bottom lip and gives you an apologetic look.

“But the banquet!” you protest meekly, still half-asleep. 

Atticus leans over the disturbed covers to put a hand on your leg and sighs. “I did not come here for the banquet.” His flirtatious tone is enough to halt your objections, “It’s time for me to go to Capernaum.”

You give him a small pout and arch your body towards him. “You don’t even have time to say a proper goodbye, then?”

A charming grin tugs his lip upwards. “I didn’t say that I would leave you like this. As I mentioned, I didn’t mean to wake you, but I was going to. In a different way than making noise, that is.” He crawls over the bed as your mouth falls ajar at the notion, and he presses a lingering kiss against your knee, a flush colouring your cheeks bright red. “Let us make the best of these moments” he whispers, “Even though we will see one another again sooner than we think.”

And although that is true, you cannot refuse such an offer when murmured so convincingly.

Once done, it is quite early in the morning when Atticus wipes you clean and smears a royal amount of aloe cream on your stretch marks before he truly has to leave. He kisses you longingly at his departure, gently cradling your face. 

“My love,” he whispers, “We will find a way to be together. I will see you soon. Please, stay safe here.”

“You, too,” you mutter, “Be mindful about Quintus, even though I know that you will. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” he sighs, and presses one lingering kiss to your lips. You have to resist the urge to chase after him once pulls away and steps back and you watch, still entangled in the sheets, how he heads for the door, casting one final look over his shoulder before he unlocks it.

However, the moment it swings open, a loud gasp is heard. Joanna, in the process of knocking, stands in the doorframe with her hand raised up slightly. With her jaw agape, she stares at Atticus, then at you, and you rapidly pull something over your body to cover your naked form. With rosy cheeks, you stare at her wide-eyed.

Atticus clears his throat. “Excuse me.” he gives you one last look and winks before he walks past her, leaving both of you in a state of shock. 

Joanna casts a glance into the hallway to watch the cloaked cohorte walk off before rushing into your chambers, slamming the door behind her and locking it up tightly. 

“(Y/n)! What did I just walk into?!” Her face is pink, but so is yours, and embarrassment claws at your throat. Quickly grabbing your robe, you pull it over your shoulders, but it is barely enough to hide everything. Still, you get up on your feet, albeit with slight discomfort both from your tummy and how sore you are.

A wide grin spreads over Joanna’s face as she approaches you. “What did I walk into?” she questions again, this time with amusement lacing through her tone, “(Y/n), talk to me!”

You find your voice at last and you let out a shy laugh at her enthusiasm, covering your lips to fight it. “Ah, he paid me a surprise visit after I withdrew to my room last night. I didn’t know that he’d come, but… He left again. He only came to see me.”

She raises an eyebrow and chuckles. “Well, not just to see you, friend. I heard the servants whispering about strange noises coming from your bedroom last night, and I thought they were just nightmares. As it turns out, you haven’t been sleeping much at all.”

You let out a noise of embarrassment and cover your face with your hands, which prompts a fit of laughter from your close friend. “Oh, don’t worry about it, (Y/n). My lips are sealed and I’m nothing but happy for you that you’ve met someone like him.” 

She sits down on the edge of the bed and you dare to look at her from the corner of your eye, giving her a small smile. Joanna leans her arm against yours, giving you a challenging look. 

“You and I had an appointment to go to the bathhouse today, hm? Think you can walk?”

Clicking your tongue, you slap her arm playfully with an abashed: “Jo!” Under her cackles, you stand to dress yourself as well as wash your face, and you feel like a hopeless teenager besotted with her first real crush. 

“Not sure if you should show up there fully nude with all these marks on your skin–”

“Joanna!” you cry out, splashing water from your basin her way, but she covers herself and bursts into a fit of laughter. 

“I can’t help myself, friend! This is way too hilarious.”

Letting out a noise of feigned indignation, you continue making yourself look presentable and clothe yourself in a thin tunic paired with a palla that matches its colour. Once ready to go, Joanna stands to head out for breakfast.

Once done with the first meal of the day, you go to the bathhouse at last. With the guests for the banquet pouring in, it is busier than last time, and to your dismay, there isn’t anyone available to give you a massage, although your back has been killing you.

Joanna and you slip into the warm water and your annoyance regarding the lack of backrubs immediately washes away the moment you feel the support it gives your heavy belly. “I hadn’t even noticed my baby has grown this heavy,” you breathe in delight, “It feels so different right now. I can barely remember what it felt like to not have a huge bump on the front of my body, weighing me down.” 

Your friend smiles and wades up next to you. “I have no trouble believing that, my friend. It must be tough to carry that around all day.”

With a brush of your hand over your stomach, you nod in agreement. “It isn’t easy, but I’m sure it will be worth it.”

Joanna raises an eyebrow and smiles. “You will have to write to me more often. I need all the details on the baby, and of course about your… Plans.” 

You hum pleasantly. Despite the grief you’re still going through when it comes to Valeria, things finally seem to be somewhat going better for you. Not only do you have the chance to flee with Atticus, the man in question might be waiting for you in Capernaum already. You wonder what he is up to, why he needs to seek out Quintus and what will come of the planned arrest of Jesus. Something akin to guilt sparks within your gut, but you are too curious about Him to let it grow.

Relishing in your momentary weightlessness, you float in the water for a while whilst Joanna talks your ear off about her current projects. With an occasional hum to reassure her that you’re listening to her, you sometimes let your mind wander to Atticus, who you plan on seeing the moment you return home. But first, you think to yourself, it is time to relax and enjoy the banquet that is at hand, if not for the food, then for your welcome company.

At last, a servant is available to give you a massage, but since the tables aren’t meant for pregnant women, she offers to take care of your feet and shoulders instead, so that you can sit in a chair whilst she works. You agree to this whilst Joanna has the luxury of laying down on her stomach, enjoying the attention her muscles receive in that way.

“I really should try to convince Quintus to start working here,” you murmur in amusement even though you’ve got no intentions of staying with him for long. If all goes well, you’ll be away from him as soon as the baby has been born. 

“Hm, I can ask Chuza to convince him.”

“Please do. I can live with massages like these every day for the rest of my life.”

Alas, way too soon, it is time to prepare for the banquet. Even though you aren’t very hungry and don’t particularly like most of the foods served, you doll up for a fun night regardless. Clad in shahtoosh you find yourself reeking of perfume, your eyes lined with kohl, and you wonder why you’re even trying so hard to look pretty. After all, the very person you’d ever attempt to impress has left this morning whispering a promise you’d rather take him up on right away. 

Tetrarch Herod Antipas enters under much upheaval with on his arm his bride-to-be. Joanna whispers in your ear that it is the former wife of his brother, which is a scandal you’d thought only ever happened in your romance novels. It is not like you are too much of a saint yourself when it comes to matters of the heart – and the flesh – but marrying your sibling’s spouse is a whole other thing.

Herodias, you learn her name, flaunts her expensive dress as she floats around the room to mingle with guests, and you stand a little awkwardly by as Joanna converses with someone you have not yet met before, but it turns out to be an important asset within the court, for the topic soon shifts to business instead of leisure. With a hand wrapped around a goblet containing lukewarm wine that you don’t even like the smell of, you look around the room, the air heavy with drink and perfume.

“Didn’t think I’d see you again. Where’s Quintus?”

The voice of Silvius Gemelius is suddenly so close to your ear that you nearly jump out of your skin. You turn to glare at the man in question, whose gaze falls upon your tummy almost immediately, and his smug grin falls. 

“Praetor Quintus is not here,” you say, planting a hand on your hip, and Silvius clears his throat, a little flustered. 

“You’re having a child, then?” 

“Obviously.” you reply dryly. You take a sip of wine even though you loathe the flavour. 

Silvius hums. “Congratulations, I suppose. Where is he, if I may ask?”

“Back home. He had more important matters to attend to.”

The envoy tilts his head and huffs. “Right.” he says, “I still find it quite odd that he’d send you here like this on your own.”

“I’m not on my own,” you state, “I’ve got my friend Joanna who keeps me company. It’s better than sitting at home all day.”

Narrowing his eyes, Silvius downs his goblet of wine in a long gulp and looks around in search of an immediate refill. “Well, enjoy your evening,” he says quickly, and before you can respond, he leaves you behind, something akin to embarrassment on his features. 

The fact that you’re here whilst pregnant, you suddenly realise, is a gigantic increment regarding Quintus’ reputation. Seeing that your relationship has – on the surface – proven fertile to bring forth offspring, people will speak of him differently, whispering about an upcoming heir that might one way inherit his position within the Roman Empire and perhaps even climb higher up that ladder. Even though Quintus was as much a pawn to Rome as anyone else, the rank of Praetor is decently desirable. 

Certainly, your husband has sent you here to visit your friend and leave him more room to tie up loose ends back in Capernaum without having your presence around him constantly, but he has also done it to improve his own image. You aren’t used to anything different from him, though.

Joanna appears next to you and smiles, putting a hand on your arm. 

“Have you met my husband yet?” 

Behind her stands a man that you’ve seen walk by a few times but had never spoken to before.

“I don’t think so.”

Joanna gestures from you to her husband. “Chuza, this is (Y/n), wife of Praetor Quintus of Capernaum.” He takes your hand and kisses the back of it, something that takes you aback for you aren’t necessarily appreciative of it, “And (Y/n), this is my husband Chuza, who fulfils an important role in Herod’s court.”

You curtsy at him in greeting and force a smile on your face. “It is good to meet you, Chuza.”

“Pleasure is all mine, my lady,” Joanna’s husband says, “It’s good to finally put a face to the stories Joanna has told—”

The words die on his tongue as a loud cry draws the immediate attention of everyone in the room. A few men are shouting after something – or rather someone – barging into the room like he owns it. Confusion unfolds and causes a complete shift in dynamic. 

A man no firmer than skin and bones halts in the middle of the room where everyone can see him. Messy, with long hair and an unkempt beard, wearing naught but animal hides stands a man whose skin has seen better days. Chuza rushes away from his wife towards the soldiers in the room, perhaps to ask what is going on.

“Woe is you, Herod Antipas, who delights in his own sin!” the man shouts, the tetrarch in question standing at once and narrowing his eyes, “You filth, who dares to promote such an adulterous, abominable agenda! To marry the very wife of your own brother, what corrupt dregs of the underworld you resemble! Do you not see the consequence of your own sin? All of you will have to answer before God!”

The strange man now turns to the audience and your breath stutters inside your chest, whilst a few soldiers are looking at one another in confusion, awaiting further orders. “And woe are you, blinded by your own sin, who take satisfaction in your earthly pleasures and suppress the morality the Creator of the universe has put within your hearts, and woe is you who reject Him!” 

There is something about him that makes your heart slam against your chest, as if you are drawn to what he speaks of, but you aren’t sure how to respond. Joanna stares at him all the same, taking in every word with widened eyes, and the guards move forward at the behest of Herod.

“The Kingdom of Heaven is at hand! This is chastisement as much as it is a warning, for there is still mercy to be found in these days!” The dishevelled man’s eyes contain a fire that you cannot quite identify. He is either possessed or spurred on by an external force that you have never witnessed before. “You, who think you are doing the right thing yet feels conflicted, so close yet so far away from Truth, find the One who is the only one Who can save you!” The second he locks eyes with you, something stirs within you, as if you suddenly realise that the words might be meant for you, “Caught in your own world and your confusion, caught in a battle between your heart and your mind, step into the light!”

He is drawn from your field of view when the guards finally take a hold of him at Herod’s behest, who roars at the preacher that he will regret ever setting foot into the fortress. The scruffy stranger simply smiles, allowing himself to be dragged away by soldiers. 

You turn to Joanna, who is looking at how he is escorted out with a thoughtful look on her face, and as the room starts to continue their festivities around you, neither you nor your friend seem to be ready to do so yet. Instead, Joanna grabs your arm and deeply frowns at you. “I need to speak to that strange man.” she says.  

With your heart skipping a beat, you stare at her. “Really? Why?”

Her gaze is pleading. “Come with me. Please.” 

Your lips part slightly as you try to come up with the right words, but you simply stutter: “Okay.”

“Let’s wait a few minutes.” Joanna says, making herself appear busy by grabbing two pastries from a platter and handing one to you, “We can pretend that we are going to take a walk. I will explain then.”

You nod and sink your teeth into the dough of the strangely crispy food, not certain if you like it or not. Regardless, you polish it off whilst your mind runs rampant with the thought as to why Joanna could possibly want to see this man – and why he had delivered a message to you specifically as well.

Was it that visible in your demeanour, that you were confused and unsure of your future? Did you display such strange behaviour that anyone who would ever cast a glance your way could see your entire struggle within a mere glimpse? Had he caught sight of Atticus slipping out of your room whilst in the knowledge you were married to another?

The minutes that pass seem to last hours, but finally, Joanna grabs your arm to guide you towards the dungeons under the premise of needing some fresh air. The unrest that occurs every time a new prisoner is thrown into one of the cold and uncomfortable cells has died down and you head down the staircase, the cold air chilling you to the bone. You shiver involuntarily and adjust the drape around your shoulders to cover a bit more skin, for goosebumps appear all over. 

Men whine and wallow, reaching through the bars of their cells in an attempt to touch you, and you cower away in both disgust and fear, much to the hilarity of the prisoners. “Don’t mind them,” Joanna whispers, “They’ll be like that. Whatever they say, don’t pay attention to it.”

With a heavy coin purse in hand, your best friend tells the soldier guarding the latest addition to the prison that the two of you were never here. He understands the message and lets you through, giving you some privacy by leaving you be. 

Joanna goes in front as you slowly approach the unkempt stranger, who still seems to be full of adrenaline, widely grinning and muttering something to the sky, and as she clears her throat, the man immediately whips his head towards the two of you. 

“Who are you?” Joanna inquires. 

Instead of the snide remark you had expected, he smiles. “My name is John.”

“Your words, John,” Joanna presses immediately, “What do they mean? Why didn’t you mention that my husband–”

“Wait just one second.” the dishevelled, odd man bearing the name John interrupts, and his gaze shifts to you. “You. You have seen Him, haven’t you? The Spirit draws me to you.”

Narrowing your eyes in confusion, you shake your head slightly. “What? I… I don’t get it, know Whom?”

John breathes the Name, and the moment he does, you feel yourself gasp. 

“Jesus of Nazareth.”

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Hellooo id like to request matchups for Genshin Impact, MHA and Obey me! One of the brothers for Obey Me and a boi for the other two if thats okay <33

General stuff/Appearance

The names Jade, I'm female (she/her), 17 years old, straight, zodiac is pisces and mbti is intp. Im relatively short (160cm, idk what that is in feet Im European :,)) maybe 5'3??)). My parents are from Turkey but I was born in Austria so somehow I can speak 6 languages now- My skin tone is comparable to toast (lmao its a bit darker then toast but i am pretty pale), I have a diamond shaped head with sharp facial features, my hair is straight and dark brown with lighter variations in certain hair parts. I tie 'em up in a loose ponytail often tho. I let my shorter hair strains at the front do their own thingy, it's more fun xD. Brown eyes, straight nose, thin lips- all that stuff. Body type is hourglass.

Personality

One will realize pretty quickly that I am in fact not normal lmao- i'm a bit weird but i'm living for it. I'd describe myself as rather introverted though I'm not shy or timid. I just like to relax and do things my way. I have a lot of pride and discipline as well and I'm very proud of that. I'm also pretty easy to talk to if I do say so myself and laid-back as well. I have a lot of acceptance and tolerance so I am not quick to make unreasonable decisions. I'm also funny apparently (my friend's opinion. Lazy too but we don't talk about that HA-) I can snap pretty spontaneously tho if you push the right buttons. I'm still working on the anger management xD

Interests/Hobbies

If you couldn't already tell by my ability to speak a lot of languages I am really interested in them. I love to learn new stuff and expand my knowledge in general- I also LOVE listening to music (my earphones are my bebes) and sometimes drawing is pretty tempting as well. Idk why but designing / decorating is something I tend to enjoy doing even though I don't realize it. Gardening is also a hobby of mine. (Just smaller note because of my dislikes- i have no dislikes in that sense but if id had to settle on one it would be people being late to meetings or events in general, like bro u had one job-)

Just a few more smaller facts- My love language is quality time and I'm not overly experienced when it comes to relationships. I'm also more on the giving end than on the receiving end- I have trouble accepting help and kindness from others but am willing to love the other person unconditionally if I get to initiate the affection. I tend to be drawn to people that are confident and know how to handle any kind of situation.

Thank you in case my request gets accepted <33 bye byeee~

Hi Jade! Oh my goodness six languages! I can only speak English and a tiny bit of Italian. I'm trying to learn Japanese but it's slow going. Thank you for your request! I hope you like your matchups!

In Genshin Impact, I match you with...

You and Diluc are the definition of the straightlaced and weird couple. Diluc doesn't let his hair down a whole lot so having you in his life definitely brings a lot of strange energy that he hasn't had since his childhood.

He wouldn't change that for the world though. He loves listening to you talk about your interests. They're so different from all the wine business he has to deal with on a daily basis so it's a nice break.

Would like it if you sent him song recommendations. He would like to expand his music tastes a bit.

He'll listen to everything you send him and give his comments the next time he sees you.

Diluc loves spending quality time with you. I see his love languages as quality time and physical touch (he's without a doubt touch starved, please give him hugs).

He knows what it's like to feel like you don't deserve affection but he'll try to help you feel better about accepting help and kindness. He's always going to be there for you if you need him.

In My Hero Academia, I match you with...

Sero is the supportive person you need! He's going to support you unconditionally in everything you do. If he sees you need help but are struggling to ask for it, he'll approach you.

If you decline but he sees that you really wanted to say yes, he'll do little things to help out. Dinner? He's already cooking it, no need to worry. The laundry? He did that an hour ago. You want to go for a walk to clear your head? For sure!

Loves it when you speak in other languages. If you go off the headcannon that Sero speaks Spanish, he'd start replying to anything you say in another language in Spanish. Whether he understands what you've said or not, he's saying something back in Spanish.

Music is something that unites you. Please send him songs you like. He'll send some back!

Makes playlists for you that are combinations of his favourite songs, you favourites, and some that remain him of your relationship. They're his study playlists now.

In Obey Me, I match you with...

Lucifer definitely knows how to speak a bunch of languages. He's been around for who knows how long. Chances are high he speaks the same languages you do, plus a few.

Loves talking to you in other languages when his brothers are around, especially if he knows they don't speak that language. It feels more intimate (and makes his pride blow up).

Please introduce him to gardening. He would find it relaxing and it's a good break from doing paperwork for days on end.

Also please introduce him to songs that came out a little more recently than the classical music he listens to. I think he'd be a fan of rock ballads and songs with the same vibe as "Line Without a Hook" by Ricky Montgomery.

Enjoys spending quality time with you. He needs a break sometimes and there's nothing quite like having a mid-afternoon nap with someone you care about.

Lucifer likes that you have a point where you will snap. It makes him more comfortable letting you roam around the Devildom. He knows you won't let some random demon walk all over you.

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[varment-fao]

DWC Day2 - Forever, Displaced

“But why a totem pole?” “This?” he pulls up more of his sleeve to exposing more of his darker tanned skin and the unique tattoo that was painted on it.  “Correct, it is a very odd thing for a Sin’dorei to mark their body with is it not?”  “Oh yeah, maybe.” He laughs, fondly rubbing along the tattoo. “I wasn’t born here like most.” “So you said, I’d almost wager that this was just yet another of your random whimsical antics that you’ve no memory of.” “What?” He blinks up at the Shal’dorei. “No I remember this!” He points to each of the animals on the totem. “I remember each one of them because they are a part of me!” “Them? They have names?” “Yes! Names I’ve never forgotten either!” He happily chuckles to himself knowing that in and of itself was shocking. “Why do I feel I’m going to hate myself for asking this... but go on. Name one.” Seeming rather ecstatic that he was asked he points to the coyote totem first. “This is Rocks!”  “... rocks... you named your tattoo... rocks.” “No! That’s what I named my first friend! Rocks was a yote I found when he was a little pup like me! When I brought him home the elder allowed me to keep him! Rocks was my first companion is what I’m saying but he was also my best friend.” He smiles proudly.  “Interesting you remember that, but not someone you met only yesterday.” Rubbing at the back of his head a little impishly he grins. “I know... but I don’t mean to I mean, it’s not like I’m forcing my memories out of my head.” He shrugs, looking back at his tattoo. “Rocks stayed with me longer than most beings do though. Usually after a few weeks or months at most they just... well I don’t know what they do. Disappear, move on?” He purses his lips. “Rocks impressed on me though like any young elf’s first pet would course, back then he wasn’t just a pet to me. He was like a brother.” His thumb fondly slides along the Coyote’s totem. “I see, it must have been hard on you when you learned that companions don’t live as long as elves do then.” Strangely enough, he smiled up at the Shal’dorei. “I was sad back then, I mean I was a child and didn’t fully understand death. But the village elder helped me realize that just because he was gone it didn’t mean he wasn’t still a part of me. His spirit is still a part of me. It guides me sometimes.” He points to his own chest. “All of them are, and because they are a part of me their memory lives on I guess.” He smiles ever more fondly at the few memories that were his to keep, no matter how his mind suffered. “If you keep coming around I bet I could remember you too!” “Mmm, perhaps it is best that you draw one of your pictures of me in that journal instead. For it is time for me to depart for tea.” “What is with you fancy elves and all your tea dates? Is that some inuendo for a booty call?” “Goodbye, Faolan.” @daily-writing-challenge​

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[lost-between-letters]

If you’re still doing the event, thank you! I admit I had to reread this a few time and search for what you’ve done so far with it to fully get it but that’s me. 😈 looks like fun. Hope you enjoy writing it.

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Fandom: Supernatural

Gender Pref: Both? Lol! Poly would be good but understand if you’re not comfortable with that. Just an idea. I’m flexible since you’re the writer. I just enjoy you’re writing.

Fave Song: (I have a few but these are the first that come to mind.) Body Say by Demi Lovato, Easy Silence by The (Dixie) Chicks, and The Anonymous Ones from the Evan Hansen movie soundtrack.

About me: gender fluid (born female but tends to alternate between identifying as female and/or female; it works for me), pansexual, practicing eclectic witch, second generation (Jewish) American raised in the Deep South by non-southern parents (yes, I’ve actually had a burning cross in my front yard as a child and we toasted marshmallows to it), not actively religious, tends to be very cluttered but great at organizing others lives and at work, customer service type jobs most of life so good with people (most personalities otherwise motto of kill them with kindness has been my thing), adhd, depression, anxiety — a fun mix at times. Lol!

Physically- 5’3”, short auburn hair, glasses, hazel eyes, and adult sunburned white skin covered in freckles, and on the chubby side (been slowly working to tone up some).

Personality- (been told a lot of these most of my life) weird, open minded, easily accepting of others, extroverted, (very adhd but meds help sometimes), outgoing, love to laugh and just enjoy being around people (kind of feed of the energy as odd as it sounds), very comfortable with just about any discussion topic from religion (avoids politics unless social justice-related) to the weird and strange (it’s supernatural fandom so…) to sex, don’t mind admitting when I don’t know something but will work to learn about it, life long learning so I read a lot and love watching documentaries at bedtime to relax and go to sleep too, roll with the punches/resilient person who is rather just vulnerable all the time (I don’t wear my heart on my sleeve per se but I am comfortable showing the world who I am as a person).

That’s all I can think of that could be useful for writing. If you have any questions, message me. 😊

I ship you with Dean and Sam Winchester!

You would have met them on a hunt. More specifically your hunt - you're a practicing witch and it was bound to happen that you'd get connected to some killings. Only problem was, they weren't your fault.

Dean was about ready to shoot and run but thankfully Sam saw that things weren't adding up and pushed his brother out of the way last second. And promptly got you involved in the job as token for your trustworthiness. Dean's idea, obviously.

But the hunt worked out and amazingly enough you guys don't lose contact. Quite the opposite actually.

It was Dean who first asked you to grab a few drinks, he was easy going like that. The date went great and soon you're staying at the bunker more than at your actual home - Dean likes to throw complains your way about it but you know that he loves your presence.

With Sam it took a little longer. You're dating Dean exclusively when you catch feelings for him - and he for you. But you don't act on them, merely spend time together as friends, comparing notes or catching each other late at night with a respective book in hand.

Dean isn't dense. He sees the feelings developing between you two. And amazingly enough, he realises that he doesn't have a problem with any of them. Sam is his brother and while there are certainly boundaries that should never be crossed, not even by the two of them, Dean would do pretty much anything to see his kid brother smile. That includes dating the same person at the same time.

It takes a while for you three to get comfortable together, to arrange the new relationship into the existing ones but you manage. The brothers have shared enough beds in their life to have no problem with buying a king sized one for the three of you to sleep in whenever you feel like it.

Sam and you oftentimes run into each other at night still, sharing the quiet hours of the day without much words while the day is usually spent puttering around the bunker with Dean. Or on hunts with the both of them. You're pretty good with witnesses and charming the people to give you information in places where Dean's temper doesn't hold long enough.

You guys don't make a big deal of your relationship but soon the whole of America's hunters know that they shouldn't mess with Dean Winchester's witch either. Though whisper on the streets has that you're seen more with the younger Winchester. But that is no one's business but yours.

#sam winchester x reader x dean winchester #shipping people! #this-is-me19 #300 follower celebration

[envihellbender]

Innocence and John do take that trip to Budapest

Characters: Innocence Traeger (OC) John Sims (The Magnus Archives)

Content: build up to revenge killing, little angst, slight body horror

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Getting to Hungary had been surprisingly uneventful. John wasn’t entirely sure what he was expecting, but he was rather disappointed at the lack of hired thugs and spies. The most difficult part had been getting Innocence through airport security, the Slaughter Avatar kept more metal objects on their person than anyone John had ever met. The train ride from the airport was mostly spent with Innocence tapping at their phone and taking selfies whilst John read. Now that they had arrived, and were stood outside in the centre of Budapest, the purpose of their visit became all the more real.

“You ready, eyeballs?” Innocence asked, punctuating their sentence by snapping their chewing gum.

“Well, not much for me to do other than be your seeing eye dog,” John joked. He sighed and smiled as he looked at his companion who loudly chewed their gum and rocked back and forward with a combination of anxiety and something close to excitement.

“So where we going, do your thing.” Innocence stared at John expectantly, making him feel self-conscious. They were stood outside the Budapest-Keleti in the heart of the busy Hungarian capital. John closed his eyes and sighed. A flow of images, words, and emotions filled his body. A gigantic, imposing figure filling his limbs, he felt a huge weight on his chest and the pain of so many this Avatar of the Dark had caused. He swallowed and opened his eyes.

“He’s leaving the Pariliament building, being aided into his car at Kossuth Square. He’s got a house on the Danube.”

“Awesome! Let’s go, eyeballs,” Innocence said bouncing on their feet. John gave a fond laugh and shook his head, focusing on how much pain Innocence’s brother caused. The Avatar of the Dark. Using his name made it harder.

“Right, shall we get the train or-” John stopped when Innocence looked up from tapping at their phone and grimaced.

“Ew no. Already calling an Uber.”

The journey over was quite uneventful, the driver had a cigarette hanging out his mouth the entire time which made John’s cravings raise their ugly head. He took a deep breath and reminded himself what he’d promised Martin. Innocence on the other hand tapped at their phone and intermittently tugged at their visible wrist tendons. John didn’t wish to break the comfortable silence, even if he was anything but comfortable. The drive took far longer than it should have done, John could see the driver’s thoughts and say him deliberately taking the wrong direction or taking a longer way round. He wasn’t concerned, thanks to the drive being dragged out he had some time with his thoughts. He spent it attempting to close off the doors that flung themselves open and filling his mind with facts he had no interest or right to know. He was beginning to get the hang of it when a sharp punch to the arm snapped him back into the car.

“We’re here, eyeballs,” Innocence said, far too happy-go-lucky for someone in their position. They opened the door one handed as they tapped at their phone, they were organising their next video feed and John much preferred not to think about it. Avatars sometimes did horrific things to feed, and Innocence’s way of feeding the Slaughter seemed less horrific than mass genocide, he thought. He slipped out of the car and flinched away from the bright sun, the wind hit his skinny limbs - the fresh air on the Danube was cold and refreshing. That didn’t stop it pinching at his skin, his joints shaking slightly. He paused for a moment.

“So what’d we know about my little bro,” Innocence asked not looking up from their phone.

“Little might be a strange expectation for you to have,” John frowned. “He’s aged differently to you. He actually looks like a fifty year old. And he’s much bigger.”

“Fifty seven don’t mean much when your body is seventeen.” Innocence shrugged as they edited one of their selfies.

“Right. Well. Your brother. Hannes Traeger. His house is just here.” John gestured unnecessarily at the huge manor that was off the beaten track and the only one in the vicinity. “He’s an elephantine politician who uses his affinity with the Dark to bring his victims close to him. His victims being predominantly teenage boys.”

“Ew. Gross.”

“Didn’t expect you to be horrified by it.”

“I’m not. It’s the teenage boys that are gross. They stink and their sweaty and they get cum crusted under their finger nails.” Innocence stopped and looked up at John. “I mean, you probably weren’t, being all stuck up and everything.” John let out a small chuckle and rolled his eyes.

“So, what are you going to do?” He asked turning back to the window.

“Haven’t decided yet. You might wanna wait outside. Probably get a bit gruesome for you.” Innocence said off-handedly, attention entirely focused on their Discord server. John’s neck snapped back at them, he frowned visibly affronted.

“I can handle gruesome!”

“Come on, eyeballs,” Innocence hummed, they snapped their chewing gum. “You can’t handle my video feeds. Never mind a live show.”

“I can handle it,” John snapped.

“Fine, fine.” Innocence stopped before going up the path and turned to John, a wide grin across their face. “You know, for a do gooder eyeball type, you’re pretty awesome actually.”

“Thank you,” John smiled, surprised at how casually he was taking this entire situation. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

#envi writes #the Magnus archives #tma oc #John sims #tma fanfic #the flesh #the eye

[somethingconsistent]

It is so strange to be experiencing something I’ve dreamt of for decades.

I can remember being eleven years old and having a girlfriend of my brother’s come into my room late, late at night. I was up, because I never slept when I should have. She was about eight months pregnant and the baby was keeping her awake too. She sat on the edge of my bed and put my palm against her stomach, I felt the baby flip and turn through the skin. I couldn’t distinguish if it was an arm or a leg or a butt or a head that I was feeling, but I knew it was the closest thing to magic outside of pages within a spine.

It’s not as if that first spark of magic ever really went away for me. Our bodies are capable of turning a moment of pleasure into an entire human being. I’m happy it happened this way for me. With someone who I can call partner in all things. I know that isn’t the case for everyone. And I respect everyone’s right to choose what to do with the result of that moment.

This attachment didn’t happen right away for me. I don’t know if it even felt real to me until I started to feel her move within me. I couldn’t stomach the smell or texture of meat for months. I couldn’t handle the foam of mint toothpaste. I wasn’t hungry for the first time since the Great Depression of 2015. But I didn’t feel that magic that I expected. I didn’t feel like I was connected to this little blip growing inside me. I didn’t want to choose her name or purchase her any clothes. I didn’t want to design a nursery or think about the eventuality of the possibility of two lines. Even finding out she was a she through blood tests didn’t make it real.

It was that first popping of a bubble. That first bubblegum blown in the lower right quadrant of my abdomen. It was the increasingly steady occurrence of those little nudges. I am convinced she likes green apples because she seemed to dance most when I ate them in the 5th month.

I was terrified when I felt her finally realize she could move around my entire uterus. I found out recently that sometimes our bodies contract our uterus after orgasm. They can remain contracted for up to half an hour. They can feel rigid and round, and the baby is perfectly safe. It’s good, in a healthy pregnancy with a sufficient cervix to have orgasms because it can help prepare the body for eventual labor.

I can’t believe how much I didn’t know. I’ve poured over this information for fifteen years. I’ve read and heard countless birth stories. Ive asked for the gory details, the surprising moments, everything that you could possibly imagine to tell about. I’ve wanted to hear it. Sometimes when I speak to women who I am not close with I find myself wondering what sort of laborer they were. What comforted them. What position made their bodies feel anything but as if they were nearing being split in two.

I feel her move so often now. She doesn’t prefer the way my hip basin sits when my legs are crossed. She rewards me with squirms and elbows when I empty my bladder leaving her with more room. I’m happy for my long torso and my wide hips giving her plenty of room to grow. I’ve always said my good hair was the only portion of my genetics that I felt blessed in, but now I know this impossible to dress torso and these hips that make clothes shopping a pain do have some merit.

I’m thankful to every woman who has shared the details good and bad with me. I’m even happier to experience these good and bad things myself.

I’ve been trying not to consider the possibility of not loving this chapter of life. What if I hated being pregnant. What if it made me feel ugly and resentful of my body, rather than more beautiful and comfortable in my growing skin than I ever have before.

I wear horizontal stripes and don’t balk at how wide they make me appear. I wear shirts that are tight below the ribs and enjoy the way fabric stretches around my belly.

My once perfect belly button is nearing disappearance, and it’s only caused me the smallest bit of worry.

I don’t expect my body to ever return to what it once was, but I am so happy to watch it change and nourish this growing baby.

The anticipation has always been such a focus on me. Usually to a fault. Usually causing the big event to be overshadowed with what lead up to it.

I only get to experience this the first time once. I’m giving myself grace in being amazed. I’m letting myself marvel in a heartbeat, a hiccup.

This is one of the very few moments in life that is different than I expected, but in a better way than I could have dreamed.

[lilieboo]

“Lizzie! Have you seen Jimmy? He wasn’t— what happened to your skin?”

Joel took careful steps towards her, holding a sword at hand. The supposed Ocean Queen was unfazed, and continued to gather items for the journey.

“I don’t know a Jimmy. Who might you be? And how do you know my name?” Lizzie’s tone hadn’t a hint of sarcasm, rather she was genuine. Her outfit was blue, and her skirt was shorter than the usual royal gown had provided.

Joel placed his sword back onto it’s holder— a leather band sewn onto his belt. “Because it’s me, Joel. King of Mezalea?” His voice softened, but the ache was visible in his expression. The scent of the salt air was no more, and setting foot on the Prisma Palace made you feel as high as the mountains of Rivendell.

Finally, she looked back. Lizzie raised her eyebrows as she examined his royal robes. They were an elegant shade of purple, with gold accessories draped around so abundantly. Joel’s hair was brown, with soft lime streaks on his bangs. She promptly bowed down to him, which made the king weak on the knees.

He had never seen the Ocean Queen bow down to him. Why would she? Lizzie was the true royalty between them.

“You don’t have to do that,” Joel told her. “Are you okay? Maybe I could get you checked up at the Palace, there’s plenty of room there.”

Lizzie took a significantly larger step back. “I’ll be on my way, thank you. And I think you have a Jimmy to find, so please.”

Joel rummaged through his inventory, hoping to find an item that would remind Lizzie of him— of this life.

And there it was— stuck onto his finger. It beamed gold and diamonds.

The wedding ring. Joel took Lizzie’s hand, but let go as a flash of confusion controlled her features. He slid the piece of jewelry— the most important one— off, bringing it up to her eye level. Strange, it was, to not have to tiptoe. She was a normal height, about the same as his— or maybe shorter due to the heel of Lizzie’s boots.

“Remember?” Joel’s voice broke the slightest. He was an egotistical man, but sometimes, between the cracks on his skin, you see love. If his people were here now, it’d be the first time they saw their ruler so... vulnerable.

The King of Mezalea adored the Ocean Queen, but Joel loved Lizzie.

Lizzie held her right hand with her left one, failing to see a matching ring. She was pale, and her ears were... normal? Joel had gotten so used to seeing his fellow emperors and empresses, he wasn’t sure what a human looked like anymore.

“Why don’t I give you a tour around? Maybe we can find Jimmy, and you’ll remember. This happened before, I’m sure we can try again...” Joel trailed off. “May I?” He asked, taking her hand down the Prisma Palace stairwell.

The thought of his fellow royals, his friends, being gone— for once, he thought, why him? They fled, they died, but he remains. Maybe he felt powerful, being that his Mezalean Matral Palace withstood, almost, the disaster that struck.

Joel knew it wasn’t that, ofcourse. Why would he want to be anywhere else, when the world he lived in, was the same one his wife and brother-in-law lived in?

Why would he want to be anywhere else, when he’ll always have Lizzie and soon, Jimmy?

Family isn’t an important thing. It’s everything.

#i miss them so much they deserve to be a happy family :( #empires smp #smallishbeans #ldshadowlady #solidaritygaming #empiresblr #empires joel #empires lizzie #empires jimmy #seablings #codfather alliance #lilie’s chaos

[libraryofloveletters]

The Covid Crush

Evan Buckley x Reader 

Warnings: mentions of covid, injures and fires, a lil steamy make out session, mentions of babies and pregnancy, chim being disgusted by y’all (jokingly)

Category: fluff 

Word Count: 2k

Author’s Note: based on Buck’s “covid crush” 

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The line rang a few times before he picked up. “Buck’s phone, you’ve reached.. Buck” he laughed making you smile. Even though he couldn’t see you, he always brought a smile to your face. 

“Hey you” you said, pushing the door shut with your foot. 

“Hey! Aren’t you at work ?” he asked, you could hear the voices on his end getting quieter with each step he took. 

“I’m on a break, I thought I'd call and check up on you. How are things at the station ? Is everyone okay ?” 

“Yeah, everyone’s alright for now. I’m good too, thanks for asking” you could practically hear him roll his eyes over the phone. “Oh, forgive me. How are you doing today, Evan ?” you laughed, “I'm good, I'm off at-” the bell went off. 

“That’s my cue, talk later?” he asked, the sound of his heavy footsteps jogging down what you could assume was the stairs. 

“Of course, be safe Buck” you said, “always.” he replied, ending the call.

Although you and Buck weren’t together, you still worried about him, especially with everything that was going on now. It was like your heart was out of your body and running aimlessly into fires everyday. You originally met Buck though his sister, Maddie because you worked with her at the call centre. Buck had come by to see her or pick her up, ending with the two of you bumping into each other. Over time, you became friends and hung out a few times, seeing each other at Maddie’s for game night too. You weren't sure when it turned into something more but you wouldn’t want it any other way. 

Maddie walked into the break room, “hey” she smiled at you, “hey” you took a sip of the coffee in front of you. 

“Is that coffee ?” she stopped in her tracks. 

“Yes it is, there’s a fresh pot” 

She made her way over to the coffee pot, “one cup Maddie, you know the rules” you mumbled, she shot you a glare. “not you too” she groaned, pouring the hot liquid into a mug. “Hey! I'm doing baby Buckley a favour here” you raised your hands playfully. “yea- wait, what did you just call my baby ?” she looked over at you once more, “baby Buckley ?” your brows furrowed, it wasn’t anything strange. 

“Y/n, have you been hanging out with Buck ?” 

“Your brother ? No, why ?” you lied to her, you didn't want to but the two of you made a promise to each other to keep your little conversations a secret. 

“He calls the baby, baby Buckley” she laughed

“Well it is a baby and you are a Buckley, so that makes sense” you smiled at her and got up, “gotta get back to work, see you out there?” you asked, she nodded. 

“Enjoy your coffee, one cup remember!” you hear her groan at your reminder as you walk back out. 

--

The phone rang, you were driving home from the call centre. Tumbling through the console in the middle, you find your phone. Buck’s cheesy contact picture popped up. It was some selfie he had sent you during the holidays of him dressed as Santa to help Eddie surprise Christopher. 

“Hello Evan” you answered his call, he groaned rather loudly. “Everything okay there, big guy ?” 

“y/n, what did I tell you about calling me Evan ?” he asked you, you laughed, “nothing worth mentioning my darling, how was your call ?” 

“It was fine, the regular day for me, pulling people out of burning buildings” he sighed. 

“Any injuries?” 

“Just a few bumps and bruises on the family but they’ll be fine” he replied made you smile, he could be so oblivious. You truly wondered how he was a firefighter sometimes. “That’s good but I was asking about you” you turned into your building parking lot. 

“Oh,” he laughed, “I'm fine, also a few bruises but nothing too bad” 

“Heading home for the day ?” 

“Uh, no. Eddie wants to get home to Chris so I'm picking up his shift for him.” 

“Oh, that's sweet of you Buck” 

The door opens on his end, you walk up the stairs to your apartment. “Is that your little covid crush?” you can hear Chim ask him, Buck groans. 

“Stop harassing me Chim, why don’t you go call your girlfriend or something?” Buck mumbles, Chim laughs. 

“Hi Buck’s friend, I'm Chim!” he shouts so you could hear him which made you laugh. “I’d tell you to tell him hi but I feel like that might get us in trouble won’t it ?” you asked as you kicked off your shoes. “Yeah, I'll talk to you later hun ?” he asked you. 

“Yeah, if you work overnight, call me tomorrow ?” 

“Of course” 

“Oh, Buck ?” 

“Yeah ? 

“Be safe” 

“Always.” 

--

It’s the crack of dawn, literally and your phone rings. The only person that could be calling you now had to be Buck. Squinting your eyes at the brightness of your phone, you pick up and groan. “Hm what is it ?” you mumbled, rolling back onto your side, your phone against your pillow. 

“Oh my bad, I thought you had work this morning, that’s why I called” he whispered, now realizing that he woke you up. “It’s cool,” you yawn, “going home now?” 

“Yeah, what's the plan for today ?” he asks, you hear the Jeep’s engine come to life. 

“Uh maybe some grocery shopping and catching up on Netflix. I have a shift tonight. What about you ?” 

“Maybe some sleep, a shower and back to work. Oh I also have to do groceries, Chim keeps eating everything in the house” he groans making you smile. 

“Why don't you just send him home? Maddie’s working too, he’ll be fine.” 

“I don't want to be mean, you know? He let me crash at his place. Speaking of Mads, how’s baby Buckley doing? you see her more than me” he chuckled, as do you, remembering your conversation with Maddie 

“Good, they’re both good. You know, I called the baby, baby Buckley and she asked if I had talked to you recently” 

“Hm, did you tell her no?” 

“No, I told yes” 

“What?!” 

“Buck, I'm kidding, relax” 

He let out a sigh which made you laugh. It wouldn’t be horrible if she knew but you guess he wanted to keep it on the lows, it's only fair that you respect that. There was a pause in the conversion, Buck was humming along to the song on the radio, soon enough he started singing. He was 100% off-key and you could hear the tapping along to the beat on his steering wheel as well. You laid in bed listening to him sing off key for a good few minutes until he called out to you. 

“You know, I could pick up some stuff from the store for you, if you wanted ? I can just drop it off later” you offered 

“That would be nice, thanks. But uh- maybe you could actually stay when you drop the stuff off ?” he asked 

“Don’t you have work?” you asked, the sound of his footsteps thudding up the stairs, you figured he got home. 

“Yeah, but if I’m an hour late, it’ll be fine” once again, there’s a pause in the conversation but it comes for your end this time. 

“Y/n?” the shower is running on his end, he sounded distant, the phone was on speaker. 

“Just checking my schedule, what time does your shift start ?” you question him

“9, what about you ?” 

“9:30. I’ll see you tonight Evan, enjoy your shower” 

“Sleep well babe” he hung up, you tossed your phone to the other side of the bed and went back to bed. 

-- 

Buck opened the door, taking the bags from you. “Come in, thanks for these” he raised the bags and rested them on the counter. 

“How much do I own you?” he asks, your back turned to him while you wash your hands. 

“Don’t worry about it” 

“No, c’mon, this is a lot” Buck leans against the counter, you turn towards him. There’s a little bruise on his cheek and a scratch mark by his chin, your hand comes up and cups his face. His hand wraps around your wrist as your thumb rubs the scratch mark on his chin, Buck turns his head slightly to press a kiss to the palm of your hand. 

“I’m okay” he whispers, his other hand finding your waist, pulling you closer to him, your chest against his. 

“I know, doesn't mean I don’t worry” your hand comes down from his face to his chest, both of your hands now resting on his chest as you look up at him. Buck’s arms wrap around you as he picks you up and spins you around. 

“Evan! Stop it!” you laughed, grabbing at his shirt, he sets you down on the counter. Buck stood between your legs, his hands rubbed at the sides of your thighs. Your legs wrap around his waist as his arms wrap around your shoulders, pulling you into a bone crushing hug. “I take it, you missed me?” you mumbled with your face squished against Buck’s chest. “More than you know” he kissed the top of your head. 

Your phone buzzed, ruining your sweet moment. “Who is it ?” he asked, holding up the phone, the time was 8:45. “Alarm, I gotta go sweets, I have work soon” 

“Oh come on, you can be late one day, right ?” He kissed your forehead

“You have work too” you reminded him, he ignored your comment, kissing down from your forehead to your cheek. 

“Buck, don’t” you muttered as your hand came up to the back of his head, your fingers tangled in his hair. You knew the game he was playing and it was a dangerous one. 

“10 minutes” he mumbled, his lips against your skin, now moving down to your neck. 

“5 minutes” you bargained with him. Buck laughed and shook his head, “you know we’re gonna be here for more than 10 minutes right ?” His hands cupped your face as he leaned in for a kiss, one of your hands grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer to you, closing the gap between the two of you. Buck’s hands slid down from your face to your chest and then to your stomach, ending up on your hips. You pull on his shirt, he lets go of you for a moment to pull it off and then his lips are back on yours. 

The two of you are so wrapped up in each other that you don't notice the front door unlock, Chim walks in to find the two of you making out in the kitchen. Buck’s shirt is on the floor, Chim picks it up and tosses it at the two of you.

“Are you guys serious ?” he groans as he shuts the door. You pull away from Buck, a blush across your cheeks. “Hey Chim,” Buck laughed, pulling back on his shirt. “Thought you had work ?” Buck asks, Chim shakes his head. “I’m done, shift changes in an hour.” 

“You guys couldn't have made out in bed or something ? Like a normal couple ?” Chim asks, you and Buck reply at the same time, “we’re not a couple” the two of you look at each other and smile. 

“Whatever, but c’mon! I eat breakfast there guys, that’s gross” his face screwed with disgust making you laugh. “Sorry” you gave him a smile, looking over at him, now on his way to the bathroom. Buck’s hand comes up to your chin, pulling your attention back to him, his lips are on yours again. 

“You guys do know you're breaking the social distance regulations right now, right ?!” Chim shouted from the bathroom, you could hear him laughing. 

“Shut up!” Buck shouted back, his hands cupping your face and pulling you back in for another kiss. 

--- 

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[formulawonu]

Omg that enemy to lover fic with Lance was superb *chefs kiss* lol! Can you do another one were you’re like Seb’s little sister and you and Lance don’t really get along and you two accidentally get locked in a room together and there’s cute teasing and bickering when you two accidentally touch hands and have a moment and kiss as it gets a little heated you get caught by Seb. I think that would be sooo goood

locked up / lance stroll

(not my gif! credits to the owner)

warnings: just a little steamy, kissing, bickering... uh yeah

a/n: hi i'm finally getting through the requests!!!! this one didn't really turn out written how i'd hoped for it too but here it is haha hope you enjoy it :3 trying to get out of my writer's block merp thank you requesting this one!

No. No. No. This can’t be happening to you right now. You were supposed to be on your way back to the hotel, getting ready for dinner before your brother got back from the paddock. You initially didn’t even want to come watch the practice sessions today, but you found yourself bored at the start of the day and came out anyway. Wrong choice. You twist the doorknob in front of you, willing for it to magically click open. You groan as the door remains jammed shut.

“This is your fault.” The voice behind you says. You hadn’t meant to enter his room, but you swore you could hear the voice of the creepy guy who wouldn’t stop bothering you every time you were in the paddock from the end of the hallway so you forced yourself into the nearest room possible. It just happened to be Lance Stroll’s personal room. “How was I supposed to know you can’t keep a door fully functional?” You shoot back. Lance chuckles from where he is perched on the sofa. “Or maybe you actually wanted to get locked in a room with me. It was working perfectly fine until you slammed the door shut entering.” You shoot Lance a look. “I would not want to be stuck with you anywhere.”

You and Lance had never really gotten along. You wouldn’t go so far to say that you absolutely hated each other, but you both would definitely not choose to spend any time with each other if it wasn’t necessary. You agreed to try to be civil with him when Seb, your brother, asked you to be nice since he wanted you to get along with the new team he joined. For as long as you could remember, you were always there to support Seb at races when you could. You loved meeting the people he got to work with and learning more about the sport. It just so happened that the only person who rubbed you the wrong way was Lance and the air of cockiness that seemed to surround his every move.

So the universe probably thought it was being really funny when it decided to have you and Lance stuck in a room together. “Why are you even here?” “You’re literally in my room. I should be asking you that.” Lance deadpans. You feel your cheeks heating up, annoyed that he does have a point. You power on anyway. “No. I mean, aren’t you supposed to be doing driver stuff like analyzing data instead of just sitting here?” You pull your phone out as you say this, thinking about whether you want to bother your brother or not. You know Seb would make sure you were okay, but you also know how important his time with his team is and you don’t want to interrupt any of his sessions. “I don’t know how this concerns you, but I was actually just changing out of my race suit when you barged in.” You look at the direction Lance has pointed to and see a discarded race suit sitting in a pile on the floor. “And you don’t lock your door when you change?” “Clearly not because I’m always desperately wishing you come in and catch me changing.” You roll your eyes at Lance’s sarcasm. “I’m sure you do.” Silence envelopes the room and you stare at the floor for quite some time, once again weighing your options to just phone your brother. Lance is typing something on his phone. “You can sit down, you know. The floor is quite comfortable.” He jokingly offers after a while. You look at Lance, sitting comfortably on the large couch. “Glad to know I’m only worth sitting on the floor.” Lance rolls his eyes. “Do you want to sit beside me?” He offers, the expression on his face revealing he’s sure you would rather not. “I think I do.” You reply, just to challenge him. It’s always a game with Lance. You plop yourself on the opposite end of the couch, keeping as much distance as possible. “If you scoot over just a bit more, you’ll end up on the floor anyway.” “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you want me to sit closer to you.” You tease. Lance scoffs. “Where are you pulling this out of?” You move marginally closer to him. Lance shifts in his seat, unfamiliar with the new space (or lack, thereof) between you two.

“Are you getting nervous, Stroll?” You say, placing your hand between the both of you to steady yourself as you lean forward. Lance meets your eyes, holding your gaze. The atmosphere in the room has suddenly shifted, the awkwardness that Lance initially had disappearing as quickly as it came. He leans forward and says, “I think you are.” You’re about to say something back when suddenly you feel something touch your hand. You glance down and see that Lance’s hand had landed on top of yours as he was leaning forward. You look back up and raise an eyebrow at Lance. “Well, I think you are trying to make a move on me.” Lance does not move his hand from yours. “And if I am?” You smirk, amused by the situation. “And if you are, what?” Lance eyes move from yours down to your lips. “And if I am making a move on you, what does that mean to you?” His eyes meet yours again. “Well, what does it mean to you?” You tease. Somehow, the space separating the two of you has grown even smaller. “You just can’t answer properly, can you?” You nod in reply. “Sometimes, I wish you would just shut up.” Lance continues. “I didn’t even say anything.” You whisper now, the both of you way closer than you’d ever imagined possible. You can see how brown his eyes are, never really noticing before how pretty a shade they are. “But all of the other times, I know you do it on purpose to rile me up.” Lance’s hand is now drawing circles on yours. “It’s just so fun to do when it’s you.” “Yeah?” “Yeah. Actually-“ Your train of thought is cut off as Lance suddenly eliminates the space between you both. The first thing that enters your head is: oh my god we’re actually kissing. The next thing is: oh my god he’s actually really good at this.

You kiss him back after a while, your free hand now resting on his chest. Lance moves his hand from the one resting on top of yours to your waist, squeezing gently. You let out a small gasp at the contact and Lance takes that opportunity to deepen the kiss. You break away from the kiss, moving down to his neck and planting kisses. Lance pulls you on top of him, making you straddle him. “So that’s how to get you to shut up.” He says, his hands running up and down the sides of your body. He brings your face level back to his and kisses you again. You push yourself closer to his body, feeling his excitement by your inner thighs. He groans in the kiss. You start shifting your hips forward and back, the feeling of your center rubbing against him building pressure in the bottom of your stomach. Lance starts kissing your jaw. “You look so hot right now, trying to get yourself off on me.” The pleasure you’re feeling multiplies, his words almost pushing you to the edge. You continue rocking back and forth on him as he whispers into your ear. Lance’s hands are now under your blouse, feeling you up. “That’s it, go on. Let yourself go.” You can’t believe you’re actually dry humping him right now, the thought of it so dirty in your head but strangely turning you on even more. You can tell Lance is turned on too, his hips moving with yours to help guide you. You can feel it build up. It’s coming. It’s coming. It’s-

“What the fuck?”

If there was ever a way to kill an orgasm as quickly as possible, it would be this. You and Lance are both frozen in place. You’ve stopped grinding on him but his hands are still on the skin in your back. You’re both staring at each other wide-eyed. That could only be the voice of your brother. “I came here because Lance is texting me, begging to get you out of his room that you’re both locked in and you’re doing this? What the fuck?” You can’t bring yourself to meet Seb’s eyes but you get yourself off of Lance immediately. You plop yourself next to Lance. “It just happened?” You offer, finally gaining the courage to look at your brother. Seb shakes his head and mutters something under his breath. He looks at the both of you, clearly displeased. “Yeah, whatever is going on here, fix yourselves. You’re both old enough. The door is unlocked so… Yeah. I don’t know what to say. This is awkward. I don’t wanna walk into that again.” Seb scratches his head as he quickly walks out of the room, now confused at how to approach the situation.

You and Lance are alone in his room again. You both say nothing for a while until you glance at him and see he’s already looking at you. You can’t say anything, but you start laughing. He starts laughing too. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you texted my brother. Are you actually insane?” You hide your face in your hands. “Well, I figured he was going to make sure you were out quicker.” You groan, embarrassed already at the thought of facing your brother again. You get up, shaking your head. “Yeah. Remind me never to get locked in a room with you.” Lance simply chuckles. “Well, you know where to find me if ever you want to anyway.”

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[yandere-sins]

Charred

Horrortober Day 7: Shock “You look like a deer caught in the headlights.”

Ah yes. Angels. Complicated beings, I love them. Randomizer sure gave me an interesting combination for this day, but I am not complaining :D Also, if you are one of the people leaving a comment on my posts, please just know you are everything. I love you ♥ Even if they are in the tags, I am so happy to read your thoughts and feelings, it really helps so much to stay positive and motivated! ;;

Warnings: Yandere, Kidnapping, Corrupted Angel, Mild violent outburst Characters: Simeon x Reader

Angels aren't human.

How could you have forgotten?

Running through this godforsaken hallway, you were constantly blinded by lights. Little remnants of Simeon's power, one you didn't know he had. "I should have known better," you thought as you shielded your eyes from another flash caused by an orb to your left. If only the holy magic Simeon was able to use wasn't that harmful to your vision. If only he wouldn't use it on you. If only you never let it come this far.

But how could you have known? You thought you two were friends and like-minded people when you got closer to Simeon as you two attended RAD as exchange students. You weren't that kind of sinner; you never gave yourself hope there could be anything beyond friendship. And you weren't looking for it either. But to dismiss his exalted status as well, that one was on you. Of course he could use magic that was dangerous to you, especially with how little Simeon could understand human emotions.

Sure, he could crack a smile at a joke, show sadness, and give comfort, but he only did what he learned to do, feigning his sympathy. He didn't mean to hurt anyone with it, but it just wasn't in him to feel as humans do, or else it was threatening to defile them. Angels aren't human, they couldn't feel emotions like you did, and when they did, well, this is what happened.

Simeon was a mess. He was beside himself, trying to figure out what was wrenching his body. Ironically, it had been Lucifer who warned you about this. He kept himself brief when talking about angels and corruption, not wanting to open his own wounds. But he still made a point to tell you that it was overwhelming and maddening to have lived for centuries and only then regaining an emotional conscience. It war pain. Suffering. A change that would take months and years to overcome.

And it was all the scarier how quiet it made Simeon.

He didn't tell you what was happening, and you didn't notice it, busy with your duties and the brothers. You should have seen it! You blamed yourself for not being more careful as his friend, but it was already too late. When he started to demand more of your time and attention, glaring at the others for taking up his space by your side, it should have rung some alarm bells. It was almost painfully obvious that him getting more touchy when you were together and antsy when you pulled away was a warning of what was to come. Maybe you chose to ignore it. Perhaps you thought your friendship could survive him being irrational and angry, snapping at you and others at times.

But by the time Simeon became what he wasn't supposed to be, he had already kidnapped you somewhere strange and magical, just as twisted and scary as he was now. It was like an endless dark, ancient castle. Rooms with high ceilings and tall windows looking into the nothingness around the building. The insides were decorated, but the colors everywhere were constantly shifting, nauseatingly so. Sometimes white, sometimes grey. Gold accents, then copper. The temperature was hot when you were awake and cold when you slept. You knew it was magical and tied to Simeon, but that made it all the more uncomfortable and scary. You didn't want to experience this. You never asked for it! Part of you knew what was going on, and it made the realization worse.

There had been moments of clarity in his eyes when you pleaded with him to get a grip, but they fogged over with emotions an angel shouldn't have. When you tried to reason with him, he got jealous over the argument that others would come looking at you. "You're mine!" he screamed, and then his eyes cleared as he regretted his words, leaving you alone abruptly before you could say another word. He was ashamed and scared, you had seen it in his expression, but he still came back as if nothing happened.

On the surface, he was still the Simeon you knew. The one you loved. But he was so quickly offended and angered by now that you only grew more worried every day. Suddenly he started locking your room or would sit and watch you sleep, and you were scared of this angel that wasn't an angel anymore.

So… you ran.

At the first opportunity, you ran. The hallway seemed endless, and you didn't know where you were going. Flashes went off every few steps, and you ran into a few amenities blindly. Even if it was pure madness and wouldn't help either of you, you couldn't do this. The longer you stayed, the worse Simeon got. You needed to find help for him—and for you. That was the only way. The others would know what to do! They could do something for Simeon that you weren't able to, give him stability and support him in these hard times. You were just a human and didn't know if Simeon could remain an angel after all that happened, but if he could, that's what you wished for him from the bottom of your heart. You never intended any of this to happen, and secretly, you didn't want to be the reason for it.

"AH!" with a loud shriek, you were caught by a slice of light right in front of you. It was like a slit opening up, but even brighter than the orbs that had exploded before that. You could recognize magic when you saw it by now. Simeon's magic. Flashy, dazzling, unbefitting of the tumult he was going through. Simeon was far stronger than you expected him to be, but you realized now that you took his calm and sweet demeanor for weakness, when really, it was mercy.

Tumbling backwards, you landed on your side, your arm throbbing as you slowly tried to get up again. It should have shocked you more to see the person slowly stepping out of the light, but you could barely see anyway, only recognizing the voice as he spoke up. "My, you look like a deer caught in the headlights."

Finally, the light shining at you terrifyingly bright vanished, leaving only you two behind in the warped hallway. It took you a few blinks to recover from it, tiny sparks flying through your vision when you looked up at Simeon. Other than the dark corridor, Simeon was wearing his pristine, white clothes. Pure and amiable. Nothing like the inner tumult he was battling, and still, he looked nothing like the Simeon you knew. The kind Simeon. The one you loved.

You feared he was already gone.

Around you, the colors of the castle shifted to nightmarish black while accents turned into a deep red, all while you and Simeon never broke eye contact. He was walking towards you, hand on his chest and smiling in greeting. You once loved his reassuring smiles, the encouraging message they delivered. But this one was menacing and cold, as was his voice when he spoke up again.

"Where are you going?" he asked curtly, right to the point. Biting your lip, you only looked away. You wanted to argue, but good could come out of that? When you cracked your room's lock, you thought it would take him longer to find out. Long enough for you to form a plan, but it only now crossed your minds that the lights you encountered could have been like security cameras for Simeon to check in the case you ever did break out.

"There is no leaving this place, my dove. You know this. Why are you testing me."

"Why are you keeping me here?" you asked the same question he ignored so many times. Though this time, he indeed had something to say to it.

"It's dangerous out there. Demons will get to you, blemish your skin with their marks and rob you of your life. Aren't you worried at all?"

"I'd like to see for myself what I can do out there," you retorted firmly. "I think you're losing it, Simeon. You are nothing like you were when we were students."

Confronting him may not have been the best idea as his once so kind eyes turned moody, smile turning into a frown as you mentioned the past. "No, I am better. I can protect you now. I take care of you. You owe me more respect if you think I've gone mad. The only thing making me mad is you!"

Gulping, you looked at him. He was prideful now too. It was painful for you.

Simeon was slipping further and further. Every passing second was destroying him.

"Simeon, please," you whispered, pleading with him from the bottom of your heart. "I want to help you! B-But I don't know how! I need help to help you, I need to get out!"

"You're not going anywhere," he decided, cutting his hand through the air in a gesture signaling finality to his word. Kneeling down before you, he pulled you roughly into his chest, pressing your head against him. If there was any good that came out of the change, perhaps it was how open he was now to touches. You longed for this, for something longer than just a hug when you two met. But your heart was throbbing out of devastation now, rather than jumping from joy.

"Please get help," you pleaded, gripping his clothes. "I won't leave you, but please ask the brothers or Lord Diavolo for help, Simeon!"

"Never say their names again," he hissed at you, an unfamiliar hostility in his voice that brought you to tears. But Simeon held you as you cried into his chest. His comfort wasn't helpful, but what else did you have to cling to? If not for him, you would be alone and abandoned in this realm, and you had to painfully admit that he was indeed taking care of you. Good care. In his own, twisted way.

While you were still crying, Simeon carried you back to your room, laid you in your bed, and tugged you in. He did so with a frown deeply lodged on his beautiful face, the wrinkles so unfitting for an angel. But a small hope remained inside of you that you crying would make him see reason. Instead, he sat by your bedside as you two stared at each other, eventually muttering that he was going to get you some food before leaning down and kissing your forehead. You hated this affection. Actually, you hated that it was under these circumstances.

When Simeon got up, he left you without another look back over his shoulders, and you sniffled, the tears never drying out as you looked after him. So cold, so… lonely. He was in pain too, he must have been. If only there was a way to reverse it. To make him see reason and to calm his aching. You wished you could have helped him, at least a little bit. As a human, was there nothing you could do? Maybe just take some of the sins he was living through! As normal as they were for you, they were killing him from the inside.

The intense light from before flashed up as he opened the door to your room, blinding and stinging in your eyes. Still, you were already crying, and it was hard to avoid your gaze from Simeon even now. It was the first time you noticed his wings, usually concealed by magic, but as he used them, they came into plain view. You had believed until the last second that maybe there was a way to help him. To save him from this. But you were a little wiser as you looked at the feathers sprouting from his back. His beautiful, large wings. 

Charred-black.

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[persephoneyss]

Doomeds.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x f! Reader. Ft. Bts.

Genre: Yandere, dark themes, anguish, suspense.

Summary: ❝We are doomeds, wandering in eternal suffering.❞

Warnings: Yandere behavior, obsession, stalking / stalking on cameras, humiliation, unspecified forced marriage, n*n-c*n explicit sexual relations (on the reader), abuse of power, implicit murder, drug use, kidnapping, hitting, manipulation, dating previous trauma, alcoholism and depression (in Yoongi), accusations of infidelity, dub-con (in Yoongi's case), the reader is in school but is of legal age, death threats, really strange facts. Possibly this would qualify as dark fantasy since everything is so unrealistic.

Number of words: 10,000+

︙Author's note: *sighs* This is the longest fic I've ever written, and I honestly don't know how it turned out because I didn't read it twice like I always do before publishing it. But my beautiful baby helped me correct, I hope you enjoy it and please read the warnings well, I do not want lawsuits. Thanks for being here!

(Sorry for any mistakes, my first language is not English and I am not fluent either.)

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If they ever had to ask the reality of events it would be ... Unbelievable. Thinking of how just a simple action changes everything in an already established and perfect environment.

A life.

Your minutes, hours and days were the same under your criteria and eyesight, you study in the mornings, you work in the afternoons and you attend to your homework at night. It was a good routine that used to be repetitive at times, it was fun to follow, even more so in your part-time job.

You could meet many people working in one of the best cafes in the city, your classmate insisted too many times that you work with her saying that could recommend you and you should not even pass a test, they would only accept you for her.

It was a good opportunity and you accepted it with a smile, although she was long gone from work, you were still grateful for the good salary and health insurance that they gave you every month.

"An American coffee with a spoon of sugar and a green tea cake with cream on top." Your mouth and hand move in sync, the client nods silently. You smile, pointing out other details before asking what name you would give the order.

With a sigh, he name came out like a gust of light wind. "Min... Min Yoongi."

You write his name on the screen, the little receipt paper comes out of the machine. You hand it to him by brushing his hand with yours, strangely cold and pale. A chill runs through you but you ignore it, continuing with your work.

"Good Morning _____!" One of the employees greets you kindly, you correspond still concentrated on serving the mysterious stranger's coffee. "Do you have a request for me?"

"Oh, uh... Yeah, this is for table four."

Yun smiles taking the tray with Yoongi's coffee and cake, arriving at his table. The man's expression can be dazzled even under his black mask that covers half of his face, his eyes look for you before colliding with you. YYou refuse to play along, continuing with your work, you had a lot to do and wasting time flirting wouldn't really help you make money.

However, it became pointless trying to ignore him when he kept coming back day after day. Week after week. Tormenting your head, Yoongi was not the first nor the last handsome man you would see coming often, your work establishment was literally in a strategic area and not cheap, you knew that many men and women with money frequented them to drink a coffee or eat some delicacy, even sometimes they only came in to sit for a few hours attending to their affairs over the phone.

It was fine, it was comfortable. You weren't expecting too much, sitting behind a counter, always having to fake a smile despite being tired.

Perhaps it was the constant visits that led you to start a conversation with him. You had about an hour of rest, you prefer to spend those few moments sitting in front of the window of the premises eating any cake that was a few days before expiring to avoid paying for consumption, you felt comfortable in that place that seemed so far from all the other clients.

Until his voice interrupted once, he seemed as calm as ever. His gaze lost from you elsewhere avoiding making contact with you, nervous apparently. His rough and austere tone was changed to a bolder and lower one, asking if he could sit next to you for a few minutes.

"Sure, sit down... he's not busy." It was your answer without having any problem in sharing your place so secret, so comfortable. It was still just as safe even with him present.

And in much the same way, everything became a silent routine. You heeded his order, you took your rest next to him and then you both left at one point. The talks became more common, he being the first to ask about such insignificant things as the rise in the market in the country and how prices should start to rise in coffee as well.

You laughed, you really did it by getting his attention and sharing your reaction.

They both started laughing at how strange it all started, and it was always the perfect anecdote to tell their friends about how they met.

Everything was perfect, like a painting by a great artist, what you would see would be beautiful and cheerful colors, adorning both of you possibly holding hands with a smile and a loving expression from the man who was now your partner. Her pale skin and angelic face represented on beautiful thin paper, presented to the world as a painting that reflected a symbol of love between two souls met in a casual cafe and who wanted each other so much. Too much.

Yoongi was the clear representation of an ethereal person, casual and elegant, polite and kind, protective but not possessive. Simply to the target.

Your routine didn't change much after starting your relationship, you kept walking to your school in the mornings, you attended the cafeteria in the afternoons and you rested at night. Perhaps the only significant thing that you would get out of your boring schedule was your boyfriend's proposal about moving with him to the house of his best friend, almost a brother as he described it, and avoiding paying for your little apartment. You had made one and a thousand excuses, making Yoongi shut them all up.

"Jin is my brother, he would never take advantage of us. I already mentioned the proposal, about you... I have been living there for a few weeks, I assure you that you will be like family."

Family?

Your face relaxed for a few seconds, you had abandoned that feeling and sensation long ago since you moved from your home in your native country. Your mother used to call you every night but little by little that habit was lost, she also had her own problems and being aware of you as if you were a child was ridiculous.

"It's fine." It was your final decision, nervously you moved your hands in the air explaining what you would not accept.

Do not invade your privacy.

You had spent days thinking about how to introduce yourself to them, because apparently there would be more than just Jin, Yoongi and you in that house. Your things were scattered in boxes, you stood in the middle of the almost empty room still nervous about meeting new people and friends of your boyfriend.

That they were now family. Literally family.

The moving truck was parked in front of a large house, it had two stories and an incredibly large garden. More like a forest than an ordinary garden, you got out of the car trying to clean your clothes as much as possible and look presentable. Although it was difficult when your whole body was covered in dust after lifting the boxes.

"I'm not ready, Yoon." You say, containing your anxiety that vibrates to the surface of the skin within you.

Her hand gently brushed your cheek, giving you a bit of reassurance. "You look beautiful, they will accept you anyway." Her lips came up to yours, giving you a quick and soft kiss. "I just remember that I love you, and I know all my brothers will too because you are perfect."

You thanked the little compliment in a whisper, the door of the house opened just after the two of them left, you automatically showed a friendly smile approaching the first person to leave. He was a tall and rather handsome man, he seemed very well dressed to be indoors on a Sunday, more like he was going out to an important business meeting. He looked flawless and elegant.

"The suit was not necessary, Nam!" Shouted your boyfriend behind you mocking, the man laughed showing all the charm of him to your eyes.

"I'm Namjoon, Yoongi's friend. Nice to meet you... _____, right?"

"Yes, it's me. Sorry to see me so disastrous, it was a tiring day with the move."

Namjoon seemed like a very nice and incredibly understanding guy, his presence made you want to meet your boyfriend's other friends. You opened the door entering the house after Yoongi asked you to find your room to start carrying the other things, Namjoon stayed behind to help him, leaving you alone on your unknown route. You walk all over the place and you are surprised that you only walked through the living room, your eyes straying to a noise in the kitchen.

Curious.

You ignore it, continuing your way up, you read every name on the doors. Jin, Namjoon, Yoongi, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook. All written brilliantly on each different door, you walk a few steps to one that says your name and you thank it with a sigh.

You weren't surprised by how big it was, everything inside that place seemed to be exorbitant and out of the ordinary.

"Oh, it must be you." You are surprised to hear a voice behind you, you turn around in fear before remaining calm. You recognized her face from a photo Yoongi had on her phone.

"Jimin?" You ask with fear of being wrong.

"It's me, it's nice to finally meet you. Jin-hyung said you're moving in a few days, I didn't think it would be so soon." His voice seemed to be calm but there was a hidden question. Why? Why were you there?

You take a few uncomfortable steps back. "It really was, but ... I thought it would be better to do it today that I don't have classes, plus Yoongi doesn't work this day and it seemed like the right thing to do. I'm sorry if bother you."

"No you don't. it's okay, Welcome." With that one simple word he left.

You thought you would have a longer talk with him but you weren't expecting too much, they didn't even know each other and you plan to chat with him like they were old acquaintances. Well, naive.

It seemed strange to you that no one else showed up in the whole house, even when you were uploading the last boxes of the move no one seemed to be a little curious to meet you. Aside from the already friendly Namjoon and the reserved Jimin.

"Yoon" You get his attention, he smiles at you taking the sheets out of your suitcase and making your makeshift bed ready for the night. "Do your friends work today?"

"I guess so, they really don't spend a lot of time together or at home." Explain without noticing your downcast face. You nod, putting the issue aside and concentrating your eyes on arranging your clothes. "Hey... Okay, you can meet them all at dinner today."

Your chest clenches in anguish, "Dinner?!"

"Yes, darling. It's the only time they meet all day, when Jin-hyung cooks for us especially on days like these where we have pleasant surprises."

You purse your lips annoyed, Yoongi smiles kissing your forehead so carefully and lovingly that it melts your senses. The mere presence of him made you want to continue with him forever, you relax for a few seconds hugging his body in silence. They both stay like this, with nothing to say but telling each other everything at the same time.

The thought of ever letting go scares you.

You wait several hours, still sitting in the same place where Yoongi left you. You should be presentable for dinner, you take a quick shower before running to change into a nice comfortable dress, you try not to overdo it but also not show disinterest. From the stairs you hear everyone's mixed voices, chatting animatedly.

"Honey, come here." Yoongi watches you, being the only one to notice that you were peeking in the shadows still unsure of interrupting.

You say hello by walking a few steps until you reach your boyfriend's side, you present yourself the best you can. Everyone falls silent, Namjoon smiles at you just like he did before. Jin interrupts the moment where no one seemed to have anything to say about you, or if he wants to want to introduce himself.

"Today we have a special guest, the dear girlfriend of our brother. I introduce myself, I am Jin the official cook of this family." His body bends down with an exaggeratedly long bow, proud of his words. Jimin rolls his eyes, while his other siblings just choose to tease. "On Yoongi's orders we made her favorite dish, so I don't want any complaints of any kind about the food. I'm looking at you Jungkook."

You are surprised how well everything is going, you feel praised when your favorite food is in front of you. She looked just as elegant, as if you were eating in a five-star restaurant and at a luxurious table with silk tablecloths.

Jungkook still stayed away from the talks, preferring to eat quietly and fiddle with his phone. Hoseok was more animated, asking about you and exaggerating anecdotes that happened with his childhood friends. He moved you that he will still remember all that after years. Namjoon vaguely drew your attention with book recommendations when you commented on your love of reading, Jin quietly continued eating in complete tranquility, Jimin thanked the food and just left.

Taehyung... He seemed interesting to you, he was looking at you all the time with narrowed eyes and when Jimin got up and walked away, he followed closely with a small and almost hidden smile.

You had a strange feeling inside what they called home.

"I-I... I need to use the bathroom." You say goodbye by wiping your lips with a napkin before quickly walking behind them both. Something attracted you to want to know more, as if they were leaving clues knowing that curiosity killed the cat and that you wanted to be the one.

Your steps were quiet, even more so when you tried not to be noticed . You went upstairs listening to their voices whispering and then... An obscene moan was clearly heard, Jimin seemed to laugh in the air.

Your hands shook thinking of opening the door and seeing what was happening. And without knowing it, you had fallen into the same network of attraction as them.

You curse yourself biting your tongue and cheek until they bleed, sure that you were going to make a big and heavy mistake. Minutes later you are going down the stairs back to the table but no one is waiting for you anymore, the table was just as spotless and clean. You are pleasantly surprised to learn that they don't treat you like a guest and that they don't wait too long for you. Maybe they had things to do, however you feel a chill when silence comes.

Where were?

You look around the yard, but no one is outside. Neither in the kitchen and less in the room where you had already walked twice. You catch the sound of drums in your ears rumbling loudly, you close your eyes in a daze for a few seconds until in an instant it goes away, and then everything comes back to itself. You hear their voices upstairs, chatting animatedly for the second time.

"Where were you sweetie? Are you okay?"

You nod still confused. How did they... When was that... You were really fine? You refuse to fall into paranoia and lie down next to Yoongi, as they continue their conversation with each other. Your head keeps spinning with the fresh memories you have, but they seem to disappear second by second and it scares you, you open your eyes without wanting to fall asleep yet but it is as difficult as breathing.

You fall into the dark abyss of sleep, feeling the same chill.

Your gaze is lost in the gray sky, you are cold and your body is swaying. Your eyes move restlessly observing that you are under the snow and a person holds you in his arms through the forest, walking at a slow and safe pace.

It's fine. Are you okay.

Wake up. Yoongi greets you from the door of your now room, you try to regulate your breathing thinking that he would notice your overwhelmed state and he would worry, but no. He is as calm as ever, relaxed even.

"Good morning beautiful, it's time for breakfast. Jin-hyung made your favorite." And with that last sentence she is shifting away, closing the door behind he.

You go down the stairs ready to go, your backpack resting on your shoulder. The table is just as full as at dinner, Jimin seemed very tired trying not to fall asleep, you watch him for a few seconds before looking at Taehyung who ignores you taking his cup of ... Coffee. You approach making him recoil alarmed and disgusted, you check the cup realizing that it is the same recipe that you use in the cafeteria.

Like them?

You look up noticing that, you were uncomfortable, Taehyung takes a few steps away from your body almost leaning against his, still sitting in his chair. You apologize to him making me sigh irritated, still ashamed you apologize again without eating or serving anything, just leaving through the front door.

Your journey is reflective. You forget, dream and recognize, that was the pattern you were following, everything seemed so strange and deep down gloomy, you feel the already casual chill running through your entire body almost like a warning.

Your seat in class was empty waiting, ready for you. Ari greets you, being your table companion and friend.

"Hey, intense night?" She jokes, you look shaking his head. She laughs pointing your neck. "You have... something there."

She frowns even more confused, her face leaves her smile aside and she starts looking at her things until she takes out a small mirror and she hands it to you. You look with horror at a large red bruise painting on your skin, it seemed painful but you had not even noticed or felt it. You touch it still scared and nothing, it doesn't hurt or it seems real.

You take a deep breath before lying with silly chatter, "I had an accident, but I'm fine. I had forgotten I was there, it was nothing serious."

Ari seems worried but in the end she forgets it by returning to the same kind and joking attitude of her, but her gaze drops from second by second to your neck making you cover yourself uncomfortable. Who? It can't be Yoongi, he was always very calm in that regard. You think terrified, your hand goes up to touch it and this time you manage to feel a sharp pain.

You have to cover it with the collar of your shirt so that no customer will notice it and avoid staining the reputation of the cafeteria, you smile nervously taking orders as fast as you can and avoiding looks. Yun greets you like every day, arriving at his work time. You spend hours begging for the clock to advance faster, the night sky appears and the doors close, you clear the last counter before you can finally show your neck again and breathe.

"That's a big problem." Yun whispers looking at the horrible mark, you nod with a sigh giving the same stupid excuse you told Ari. "You should use a little makeup to cover it up, I think it will help you a lot."

You think about it for a few seconds before deciding what you would do. You bow to him with a bow after he offered to close in your place and finish the remaining work for you.

You come home with a smile, you greet Namjoon who is reclining on the couch in the living room watching something on TV. You wait a few seconds but you do not receive a small or accidental look, you approach a few steps to repeat it again but you only get him to get up and go upstairs closing the door of his room apparently with a door slam. What the hell? You think covering your face with your hands looking for some comfort.

Everything was happening inside you, it was like a whirlpool sweeping away your sanity. Were you going crazy? Or you were just thinking a lot about nothing.

You try to draw a picture of your situation, but the only thing that repeats is the constant painting of Yoongi and you together.

"Yoongi!" You say to yourself with a smile, you drop your backpack running towards his room, wanting to see him after such a day.

Your hopes fade like air, everything within the space him screams 'he', but he is not there. You check the safe time that he should be home at that moment. You hear Jin's voice screaming from below about dinner ready, you sigh losing your appetite at those moments.

You lie on your bed checking your cell phone in case there was a message from Yoongi warning about he delay but nothing. You feel empty for some strange reason, but there was nothing different about it now.

If I had been more attentive and conscientious, you would have noticed that two more people other than Yoongi and you were missing from the table. Jin smiles sitting in his same place leaving your plate not caring without you being there with them, his smile never fades even when all his brothers are sitting silently eating and looking at your empty place so intensely that it was terrifying, he squeezes the cutlery in his hand without wanting to break the tradition in his family.

Dinners are sacred and no one should be missing. There will be no discussions or complaints, that's what the rest of the time is for.

That was what her mother said, sitting at the table in her old home containing her anger at seeing her husband so calm after having been unfaithful once more. Not on the table, not on the table.

Not on the table, honey.

Jimin opened the last bottle with a little satisfaction, poured another glass before handing it to his friend who was only glaring at the ground.

"She's not like that... I know her." Repeating the same stupid prayer for hours, Taehyung rolled his eyes trying to calm his annoyance, looking at his other friend insisting that he help him.

"Yoongi-hyung you saw it yourself, she had that... That mark. you didn't do it, maybe Tae is right and she-..."

"Not!" I scream interrupting what to him were lies. "_____ she's my girlfriend, she's not like that. I know her ... she loves me! She loves me! Do you understand?" Says exalted, holding the shirt of his friend who closed his mouth immediately, Jimin noticed that same reflection of anger in him and knew it was better to leave it for now.

Taehyung pushed the drunk Yoongi away from his side, making him release him and repeat the same phrase as in his state, he tried to believe himself.

The door to your room was opened and the smell of alcohol invaded you, making you look disgusted. You closed your eyes without wanting to see him, his body fell to the side of your bed approaching your body so slowly that the anxiety inside you doubled.

"I'm sorry..." He whispered.

His hands rested around you, giving you that warmth so familiar and comfortable in your gray days. A sob was heard while you lost yourself in your own thought, you watch it melt into your arms crying and without wanting to tell you why.

"It hurts." It's the only thing it says. But... Why?

You wake up. Just like a week ago, days had passed and it seemed like your skin kept accumulating horrible marks all over the place. You even went to consult a doctor but he only insisted that something... Or someone did them with such fury that it was incredible that a piece of skin will not be torn off by the force of his suction.

You touched the last mark that came, it was dangerously close to your crotch, you try to hide the others with makeup but they were still visible at a short distance.

You went down the stairs to see them all again, you greet with regret taking the first thing you find. Your mug had your name written on it, it was a rather curious gift from Jin after your melancholic night with Yoongi days ago, he apologized explaining that he felt bad after hearing all the sobs and apologies. For a moment you thought it was something exaggerated but he kept insisting that he felt bad about himself, not with Yoongi who was almost his brother or with you, with him.

You accepted it without wanting to show your dislike for his selfishness and narcissism, thanking him so softly that he hardly heard you.

The special drink that morning was coffee... Americano. You felt insecure to drink it, and you just put it aside.

Same recipe.

Yoongi looked at you for a few seconds before smiling fondly, and you just looked away, leaving him with a confused face as you walk out the door so quickly that he can hardly feel you.

He sighed before being drawn to Jimin's grin-adorned face, he shrugged, hinting at his silent opinion. She is not faithful to you Yoongi, why do you keep waiting for something good? Only looks at her body, her attitude and who she surrounds herself with, it is a classic of womens. You will know that she is a fox hidden under her sheepsuit, just observing her more and you never leave her.

The marks on your body, your cold attitude made him more and more suspicious and fall for Taehyung's profound words. She bit his lip, refusing to spy on your life away from him... Out of his sight.

But he really wasn't doing anything wrong, just observing. In his now dirty head, everything was valid if he could know the truth.

You did the same thing you always told him on his nights where they stayed up talking about his heavy days. You went to school, to work, and then home. Nothing changed your version.

I try to focus on your friends, there was only one girl you spent more time with in your classes and after them. He researched everything about his life, but he had nothing to worry about after learning that he had a boyfriend. He passed your work, standing outside for hours waiting to see you do something dirty or guilty, but you never seemed to move.

You just served the orders and then kindly said goodbye to the customers. He felt guilty for doing something so low to you, until he saw you.

To you.

Your smile grew when one of the workers who was your partner approached your place in the box to whisper something in your ear, you left your place following him towards the warehouse.

Anger consumed him quickly, refusing to continue standing there observing the obvious, possibly he was being irrational and he knew it but the constant insinuations of Jimin. The conversations with Taehyung, his words, his suspicions, the pleased looks from they when he fell back at his feet asking them to tell him what to do with you.

With his damn relationship.

Where were you and him. Not them. You and he.

He opened the door to your room and started going through your things like a degenerate, something must have made him sure that you were cheating on him. Something, a letter, a note, a gift from him, or a simple cheap jewel.

This was your Yoongi? You were clearly looking at another subject.

"Yoon..." You started, his eyes coldly piercing you. He looked different, he was looking at you but you didn't feel safe being so close. "What are you doing?"

"What do you think I do?" He asked how else he will not point to the obvious, for a moment you thought that even if it was, out of respect or dignity, he would try to deny it or find another explanation for his actions so offensive to you. "Where is?"

"Where is what?" You claim, starting to get angry, his eyes leave you again as he continues searching through your drawers, dropping everything to the floor with thudding noises. You get closer trying to push it away but you only get rejection. "Stop it, Yoongi."

"Not until you say so."

You freeze without knowing what he meant by the latter, you take his arm to stop him but you only receive a push that makes you back away this time scared by the force of his attack. "Enough!" You claim this time by making him look at you with his cold eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about and why you're doing this, but enough."

"Then say it..." You shout again that you don't know what he wants you to say, you even curse furiously making him come closer to support your shoulders with his hands bringing you closer to his face. "Say it damn it! Say you're cheating on me with that bastard son of a bitch!"

You feel the pain of his grip, you sob, begging him to release you but are ignored as he continues to ask you to say so. You refuse to lie, especially with something so degrading.

Jin hears the screams as he continues serving the dinner desserts, Jungkook strangely puts aside his phone for a few minutes to thank him with a small toast and a smile that was rarely seen on him.

"The dessert tonight is sweeter than usual."

Jimin raises his glass with a bright smile, Namjoon adjusts his tie tied perfectly around his neck as he sips from his glass, Hoseok laughs eating the delicious cake with enthusiasm.

Curious, a green tea cake with cream on top.

"It's a shame Yoongi-hyung misses out on dessert." Taehyung speaks pretending a pout on his lips, playing with his spoon with the cream on her plate. "It is especially exquisite today."

"Stop playing already, when will you do it? I'm looking forward to getting started." Jin snaps angrily, pushing the cake out of her sight as he drinks from her wine glass.

Jungkook laughs, turning his phone back on to continue playing as usual. "So impatient, hyung." He says he with a click of annoyance.

Jin rolls his eyes, following her gaze to Jimin who is innocently cowering in her chair. Ignoring how completely obsessed Jungkook is with his games, it really was not his business,for something his youngest friend had his parents, who were too busy with their work, they ran the largest electronics factory in the country, leaving his son in the background just giving him everything he asked for without objection. Always showing a smile when little Jungkook came before them demanding a new console or the best phone.

"It only remains to wait..." Whispering, he released a patient Hoseok. His smile as charming as ever. "For her to decide what to do and then... Plot! She fell into the wrong well."

"I hate when you describe and talk like that, but I can't expect much from a Jung... like you."

However, Hoseok never stops smiling even when anger is consuming his mind causing him to clench his fists under the table and bite his tongue inside his mouth, hidden by his gleaming and visible teeth. Namjoon smiles at her, knowing that she managed to provoke him but that she won't do anything to shut him up.

"Pathetic."

Motherfucker.

Jin breaks the tense silence, shushing everyone with a snap. That silence. Nobody hears anything from you or Yoongi, for a moment they feel the anguish that something bad has happened or that his friend has lost a bit ... The hand. But just seconds later you're rushing down, wearing the same clothes and your face covered in tears. You don't even look at them when you run to the door, leaving a trail of emptiness behind you.

"Hm, intense." This is Jungkook speaking, his eyes still lost on the phone screen of him playing a silly online championship. "She will be fine after hours."

"Jungkook is right, now we must move with Yoongi."

Namjoon gets up walking to your room, surprised that everything seems almost the same as it was before their fight.

He smiles when he manages to see his friend laying on the floor sobbing, and like that children's book called Pinocchio, he feels good being that cricket-shaped voice of reason. Only this time that sweet and serene voice, released one and a thousand blasphemies that would contaminate even the most devout by his beliefs.

He managed to convince Yoongi's easy to manipulate mind, blurting out words almost like a song. Playing with the naive self of hes that still lived and breathes inside him.

You had come home after days of spending with Ari and her boyfriend away from him. You really didn't want to set foot in that house again in years, a small irrational part of you believed that it was all his fault, your real problems started when you set foot in that damn place.

You open the door observing the room in the same way, empty. You try not to make yourself feel ready to go to sleep, without having been able to do it in days, but now you doubted that it would be different here.

You remain static in view of everyone, you had forgotten that at that time they were having dinner together. They only met once a day and it had to be right there.

"Good evening, sorry to interrupt." You ignoring Yoongi's gaze that, he's trying not to get too excited about your return, even though she causes he to euphoric whirl. "Carry on, I'll just go to my room."

"Please no, sit with us."

"I'm not well."

"I insist, sit with us. They were difficult days but I know they can fix it." Jin puts a plate in front of one of the empty chairs, you refuse to sit down but you do it out of compromise.

Everyone seems to be exclusively quiet, dinner was gray, like a black and white painting. Remember the first dinner, where everyone seemed to have so much to say and now that was left behind, Jungkook continues to play with his phone sometimes moving his plate by accident, without touching a single silverware with the intention of eating. Jin eats in peace, so slowly that he is strange. Namjoon reads a book in his hand, eating so cleanly that it's amazing.

Hoseok looks at you playfully from time to time, with a smile that almost makes you smile the same. Jimin and Taehyung seem to communicate silently, they both look at each other with slight grimaces and smiles.

"We can talk?" Yoongi whispers, you feel her breath next to you and instinctively you walk away scared. Still hurt by her actions and attitude, you give your vow of silence by standing up and without saying goodbye, you walk up the stairs.

"How rude." Jungkook interrupts, keeping an eye on his screen lighting up his beautiful face. "He didn't even taste the food."

Yoongi looks at Jin, her oldest friend and the one she trusted the most, seeking some advice. But just gets the same treatment as always, a look insisting that go with you and try to fix her mistake.

However, it was late. You had packed a makeshift suitcase by going down as quietly as you could, exiting through the back door like a thief or a fugitive.

You spent days thinking about your cowardly way of running away, but in the same way you felt better and even more so when you did not receive any message from him. Maybe it wasn't that important to him, it hurt but it also relieved you.

You knew it would be awkward to see him in the face again, but you should go back and get your things over with as soon as possible. You naively thought of forming a friendship, a very distant one, but in the end it would be the healthiest thing for both of you.

"______?" Asked the person who opened the door after you barely managed to ring the bell due to nerves, he was clearly confused.

"W-good morning ... Jin." You greet by taking a few steps back to get a better look at it, you had forgotten how tall it was. "Sorry to bother I just wanted to -..."

"Talk to Yoongi? I'm sorry but he's already better without you, he even met someone new." You were surprised by his austere, sour tone and trying to intimidate you. "And you better go, you are not welcome here."

"No ... No, I-I came for my things but I'm glad to know that it's better now, and that ..." The words stayed in your mouth, almost as if it hurt to admit it. "I was able to find someone, I hope we can be friends. Also with you, I'm sorry I left without explaining or saying goodbye properly."

You waited what seemed like ages for her response, and you expected more than a simple nod of the head, letting you pass without a hitch. You searched your room quickly, trying not to have any contact with any of them for now. You opened the door that had your name on it but you were scared by what you found inside, the whole room had been painted blood red, a very dark color that managed to give you such familiar chills.

"What is this? Where are my things?!" You turned around ready to go and claim but the door closed behind you with a stormy noise. You ran to try to open it but it did not move an inch, you searched the whole room for something useful to help you but it was completely empty, and alone.

You sobbed in fear, not understanding what was happening and why it seemed that the walls were getting narrower every second. You fell to the ground, trying to stay calm and without losing your goal, hours and even days passed for you, you waited to hear at least one noise but everything was so quiet that you had to avoid going crazy, you played with your hands trying to distract yourself and think positive things, you had read many books about stressful situations to know that thinking a lot about those things caused even more stress, you lie on the floor sure that a nap will calm everything down, if it was a nightmare you wanted to wake up and if not , you wanted to dream that it was.

A lock, you hear that particular noise and you wake up. You open your eyes as fast as you can lifting your body, the door was slightly open as if someone was exiting. You scream for help but it closes, you fall back into sadness and despair screaming even more for your freedom.

You didn't deserve this.

You look with regret at the delicious food they left for you, for a moment you think about going on a hunger strike but your stomach demands you not to be so stupid. The same would not change anything. Regardless of manners, you eat as fast as you can, dropping quite a bit of food on the ground in your rush.

It had an exquisite taste, and you could recognize it everywhere. It was one of your favorite dishes, you felt disgusted to compare it to your mother's food, but as magnificent as it was, it reminded you so much of her.

You wait for something to happen, but minutes go by in which you just look at nothing, letting your head fly. Thinking of a thousand things, playing with the spoon and singing in a low voice.

You feel hot from one moment to the next, your vision becomes cloudy and the door opens again. You just stay in the same place, you don't care about anything, not even how they hold you by helping you walk into another room.

"You were right, she is very calm now."

You look at him, their faces so familiar and you try to place them, but your head is flying away at that moment. You close your eyes laughing, and drifting into unconsciousness.

You wake up. You open your eyes and you are tied, you struggle with the ropes that hold your arms while the bed below you makes your body bounce. You touch the sheets realizing that they are extremely soft, you are in an unfamiliar room surrounded by scarlet red, with elegant and shimmering decorations. You try to stand up but your legs, like your hands, are tied.

And you're still quiet because of the rag in your mouth.

You fight the bindings furiously, screaming into the cloth as much as you can get sick of being locked up again.

You think of Yoongi, although at that moment it was irrelevant you wonder where she is and if she knew that she was being kidnapped in such a way, would she help you at least? Resignation covers you completely, fighting the bonds again with such force that you feel like they burn your skin every time you move.

You sob, just as he did one fall day.

Yoongi watches you from the monitor in another room, Jin is talking to Namjoon to the side while Jungkook is still sitting in a corner entertaining on her phone. Jimin, Taehyung, and Hoseok seem reluctant to look at each other despite facing each other.

Remember the day, the one in the past, when he met them. Jimin and Taehyung were already friends playing in one of the children's castles, with their hands pretending to be weapons as they ran around. Hoseok was sitting next to his mother, talking and apparently they had a lot to say. Namjoon did not detach from the side of his father who urged him to go up to the games, while Jin was busy collecting Flowers in a basket that his grandmother was holding.

They were all strangers and even more so he, felt out of place surrounded by so many games and away from home. His parents had freed up a whole day to spend together in a decent park, it was several hours of travel from Daegu to Seoul only for his son to play in a beautiful park surrounded by luxurious buildings.

He dropped down next to her mother, hugging her without wanting to let her go.

"Min Yoongi, we didn't take this trip just for you to sit there all day, son."

"I'm scared..." he whispered, biting her lip and hiding her face in the neck of his beloved mother.

"I see... but the games look so much fun. Run and try them, love."

He nodded still uneasy, walking over to one of the swings where he sat rocking so slowly that he seemed still. He felt hands pushing his body from behind, scared he looked at the boy behind him, he had a smile on his face and waved him with a hand.

"Sorry, I thought you needed to be pushed." He spoke and did not seem at all nervous.

"I'm fine, but thank you..." There was a momentary silence before he interrupted again. "I am Yoongi."

"Hoseok, although my mommy calls me Hobi."

He smiled, offering himself this time to push the swing, they spent minutes like this just helping each other take a walk pleasantly. He didn't even think about it when Hoseok offered to talk to Jimin and Taehyung about how they'll all play together in teams.

Now in the present, he smiled again remembering how he met Jin that same day, he had collided with him when he was running so as not to be caught by Jimin. His older friend was flushed with anger, screaming for her flowers and his dirty clothes. His grandmother teased him a bit making him deny even more, he followed Yoongi for several minutes until the chase because of her desire to hit him became a game.

They both fell to the ground tired, laughing before Hoseok introduced himself to Jin. Namjoon arrived shortly after, curious about the commotion and why he had gotten bored of sitting for so long, as he explained later. Besides that his father didn't have the best conversation starters.

He cried so much that very day when he had to go home again, promising to return soon.

"We have everything ready, are you ready?" Jin stood next to him, his eyes looked at him but he couldn't recognize his childhood friend. The same one that he offered to organize his birthday parties when his parents could not afford them, the same one that he never took advantage of his money to lower it. The one who hugged him as many times as he could when he came out of his therapies after his parents died.

Who was this man?

"Y-yes." He murmured still stunned. He got up, following in his footsteps with his head lowered.

They opened the door showing him, you were distracted biting the cloth in your mouth and trying to move your hands to free them.

Your body felt the same repetitive chill making you look at them feeling their presences so... uncomfortable.

"Enough." Jin ordered as you continued your insistent useless movement, trying to free yourself. "I'm not playing around, stop."

Me neither, idiot. You clench your teeth as much as you can at not being able to say it out loud, you stubbornly keep moving even faster than before. Your hair falls on your face from your busy tossing and you stare at him, challenging his patience and judgment.

You try not to tremble when he approaches you with intentions that deep down manage to scare you. But you continue, the bed moves as fast as you do until his hand falls against your cheek causing a gasp to come out of your gagged mouth.

"Hyung!" Yoongi claims holding her hand to prevent her from trying to hit you again, you feel the particular burning on your right cheek and the tears growing back in your eyes. "Please, no blows. That was not what we agreed on."

Jimin cleared his throat, a satisfied smile on his face, "We never specified anything, actually... Yoongi-hyung."

"Jimin is right, you never specified any kind of restriction for her and us." Namjoon clarified making you look at them confused, it was as if they were talking in terms of employment or contract.

But you had never signed anything.

"B-but they can't do that, they'll never accomplish anything if they force her." He tried to persuade him but Jungkook sighed, dropping his phone to the ground and then stepping on it like it was worthless. "She will just hate them."

"She will do it anyway, if we let her off her or try to convince her to stick with sweet words she won't think twice and she will run away ready to report us for kidnapping."

"In addition to the damages that she suffered here." Namjoon continued to condemn Jungkook, uplifting her surname and her family's status.

"You are in this with us or against us, there is still a free place in the basement for you with chains just as heavy."

Again, the same chill ran through you causing you to cringe in your place. These men were insane, they were capable of betraying each other, and worse, they could possibly also consider shooting themselves in the back when they weren't looking at each other. All for you, as if you were some kind of prize for winning and owning.

After moments that seemed eternal, Taehyung was releasing your mouth as you began to complain about what they were doing, how they dared and demanding freedom.

Really a classic, so much so that it was witty and hilarious that you said it literally.

They forced you to kneel on the ground with your hands on your legs still perfectly tied. More questions filled your mouth not knowing what they were planning, all you could do was look at them so scared it was adorable.

"Uh... Well... I guess one should go first." Jin says, taking a few steps away from your crouched figure.

Jimin stepped forward, standing in front of you causing you to look up from your spot below him.

"What are you doing?" You ask weakly, you try to drag yourself away when his hand struggles with his pants to remove it but Jin holds you in place. Getting on his knees to speak into your ear softly.

"You better take a breath instead of trying to run away, honey. I thought you were smarter... hm?" He laughs mocking your scared face, you refuse to open your eyes and mouth making him stop laughing in annoyance.

Jimin sighs taking your face in his hands so roughly that they will surely leave a purple mark on your skin. He was still dressed, I was hoping I could humiliate you more and then fuck your mouth until you suffocate while his hyung explains everything to you. How it all started, his obsession, his plan, they had planned everything so perfect that it was terrifying, everything monopolized on one board.

Soon as soon as possible you will just be a cute housewife and you will forget your life before that day. Not for nothing did they have a closet full of cheerful and homely outfits ready for you, they wanted to destroy you and then put you back together just to serve them.

You would be his wife, of everyone.

"Come on, little bitch..." Jimin started, reaching over to kiss you on the lips even though you refused to do so. You really no longer had a vote or a word of objection in his plans. "Open your eyes darling, you don't want a stray bullet to land in your mother's skull, do you?" He threatened making you obey even more scared than before.

"P-please don't hurt my mother!" You sob, clasping your tied hands in supplication.

"Oh, we won't.... yet." He whispered kissing your lips one last time before imposing himself on your kneeling body. Her cock came out of her pants, stroked a few times before guiding it to your lips. Your stomach contracted, and you pulled your face away as far as you could before Hoseok held you by the hair tightly pulling you close again. "Take it, baby. Everything will be fine if you just obey."

"I hate them, they disgust me" You whisper before Jin forced you to open your mouth making you take it, you fight for a few seconds but her hips are already moving making you choke and gasp. His moans are so loud they make you squirm but his hands hold your head close to him.

"I told you you'll take a breath, but you're a dumb whore." His breath is hitting your neck directly, your skin crawling trying to distract you from anything other than Jimin's cock in your throat causing you to gag and vomit. "I bet you're wondering why, what did you do, and nothing really. Or if Yoongi!"

You do not look at your boyfriend before, you only focus on Jin who smiles, caressing your body with his hands, almost exceeding your limits. However, what did it matter if he did it, there was nothing you could do for yourself.

"You were only here, I think we all loved you from the first moment we saw you. We spent many nights wondering what was special about you, many of us had dated women before but you... You were so different, you had something that attracted us and it made us go crazy. " His hands squeezed your breasts causing you to gasp on Jimin's cock who moaned with pleasure, continuing his steady and hard rhythm. "Taehyung got involved in the matter. "

Jimin smirked when your eyes went up to him, your eyes showing how angry and helpless you felt. And it was exquisite.

"I bet you didn't know about your beloved boyfriend's background,locked up in a rehab center for alcoholics for two years. Three years taking therapy for his depression after the tragic death of his parents, quite strong actually." His words had such a strong past but from his mouth they came out as if it were not so important. Something common for him. "I'm surprised he loved you so much and didn't tell you."

You cried unable to turn your face to look at him, deep down you wanted to put Yoongi aside and not hate him for this. But it seemed almost impossible when he was there, doing nothing, so calm that it was unreal that he had ever looked at you directly and declared his love to you over and over again. For months.

"He really was fine for a while until we decided to make him fall again, one drink after another... First trust him, then question their relationship and finally make them argue." A laugh left his lips, it was almost uncomfortable that he was the only one doing it. Everyone else was so quiet just watching. "But I can't give myself all the credit, let me introduce ourselves well, my dear."

Jimin walked away from you letting you breathe again, you had almost forgotten that he had been doing that act against you. Your tied hands help you hold off the ground by not being able to breathe properly, you feel so weak that you are about to pass out but you refuse to look weak in front of them.

"Kim Seokjin, son of the best chefs in the country and heir owner of thousands of five-star restaurants, inside and outside the country." His body crouched down, making an extremely long bow. Namjoon stood next to him, with the same smile from the day he met you. "Kim Namjoon, the only and adored son of the best lawyers and mayoral candidates, future presidents if occasion permits." There was a strange tone behind his voice, with a knowing wink. "I thought you can guess what Hoseok's parents do, but I'll tell you just in case. Great psychiatrists recognized for their countless achievements outside and within the country, having a tradition from generation to generation, capable of manipulating even the cleverest mind like yours."

Hosoek smiled at you, but this time his smile showed malice and pride. All that time you were surrounded by people who wielded a certain power and influence, oblivious to the fact that they could ever use it against you.

"Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung... Maybe you heard about their surnames on the news two years ago? Families specialized in medicine, their knowledge dazzles science and biology. Before allies and now both surnames are enemies competing for the market, but who would say that their children would meet secretly and use their same knowledge to retain a precise treasure." His hand stroked your hair causing you to recoil angrily, with a grimace of disgust and resignation. "Well... Finally Jungkook, son of the best technology creators in the country. Capable of creating anything, millionaires obviously, like everyone. Faithful lovers and devoted to he son, giving him everything he wants. " He stopped for a moment and then brought his hand to your ear taking out one of your earrings, you looked at him confused before he opened it showing a tiny device that lit up. "Even creating a more than wonderful device, a tracker of the smallest size."

You opened your mouth completely petrified, looking at each and every one of them. Most of them had a firm and conceited posture, but your eyes only looked at him.

"Were you in on this?" You ask by moving your body slightly, Yoongi only remains silent, avoiding looking at you at all costs, even if it is out of mercy you demand a simple word. "Speak! Tell me! Tell me!" You scream completely out of control, letting out all your frustration and anger with him, just him. It's all his fault. "Tell me now! To finally be able to completely hate them all... Please tell me, I just want to stop inventing and fooling my head trying to justify why you are standing there doing nothing for me" You sob almost exhausted, " Without helping me, when before you said you love me."

His eyes meet yours a few seconds before Jungkook chimed in, completely certain that you were trying to play your manipulation cards to get rid of them. Funny, they had done the same to catch you, their hyung could sometimes be so... credulous. That it was ironic that she was older than him.

"Good enough talk for today." He demanded, causing you to hide your head again in fear. You were so scared, even with the pain in your cheek and jaw from being forced by Jimin, you would never give up on them.

Your mouth felt dry, you couldn't remember the last time you drank water alone. As if they could read your thoughts, Taehyung appeared with a tray with a glass of water and a purple pill.

"Take that away from me." You scream when he tries to put the pill in your mouth, backing up as far as your bound legs will allow.

He sighs bored, as if he doesn't have the patience to deal with it, "If you want water you'll have to do this."

"What is it?" You ask almost breathless from the lack of water in your body, he smiles before bringing the pill to his face to look at it rolling it on his finger.

"Hm... Vitamins." Respond after hesitating. "Everything you need in one compact little pill. It was an invention by Jimin and me, we were hoping you would be the first to try it."

A few seconds ago you remember hearing about the reputations of both families, they were specialists who probably passed that knowledge on to their children. If they knew what they were doing with them, they would be shocked. Your reasoning tells you no, to throw it away and try to run away but your head and body can't take it anymore, they demand water and a rest.

"I-it's okay." You accept, removing the pill and the glass of water from the tray angrily. You put the pill in first, then the water so hard your mouth hurts from the force.

You return the glass silently, eyeing him suspiciously before sitting back down and walking a few inches away. You wait for everyone to do something, but they stay so still as dolls that it scares you, everything about them and their attitudes was creepy.

I wish you had noticed earlier.

And now you feel it, it was not pain, nor anxiety. I was just calm, the noises seem to decrease and your vision does not blur but you feel so relaxed that you do not seem to be affected by any drugs. You could feel it all, but you didn't care.

It was relaxing but you weren't far this time, you remember the previous scenes. When you ate the food they gave you, it was similar but as if it had been modified so that you can remain docile and obedient, but at the same time you know what they are doing.

Your body falls on the bed, you don't even try to get up. Your brain isn't thinking about that, it just gets distracted by the decorations around it, but it clearly perceives one of them nearby. Namjoon is behind your body lying face down, half is on the bed and your legs are still kneeling on the floor. You feel his kisses so desperate on your neck, his hands touching your breasts and stomach trying to lower himself further, anxious not to wait to fuck you as he always wanted and should have been.

You do not fight when his legs open yours with force and speed, you just stand still, thinking with your head glued to the soft sheets of the bed, deep down you can slightly feel your desire to push him and push him away furiously, you want to do it but not you do. You feel so confused that you sob into the sheets in released frustration.

"I thought I heard from you, that her wouldn't refuse anything with his stupid pill." Jin whispers, disgusted seeing you struggle with yourself in search of reason.

"I don't see her deny it." Jimin retorts, crossing his arms with a small victorious smile.

Yoongi stands aside, not wanting to accept this but likewise, like you, does nothing to avoid it while Namjoon sinks deep inside you causing you to writhe overwhelmed and let out a groan of pain, your mouth opens to complain and probably ask him to stop, but he instantly closes again only releasing more gasps and squeals.

They spend minutes with all eyes on you, taking the cock of her friend who abuses your sore pussy from overstimulation, this time you are crying and begging for mercy to stop. Even in your unconsciousness you continue to feel all the pain and also the pleasure that is now almost non-existent.

"S-stop!" You cry between gasps of exhaustion, your hands had been released by Jungkook seconds ago so that you can hold on properly. However, you only use them to try to ward off Namjoon who is holding you against the bed by slamming his body against yours with obscene noises. The bed squirms like you, colliding with the wall in sync.

"A little more baby... Just a little more... And I'll fill you with my cum, so fucking tight. You like that, hm?" Her breath very close to your cheek makes you react, you squeeze your eyes almost suffering from your next inevitable orgasm. You scream making everyone watch you fascinated by how your face contracts with pleasure and pain, you try to walk away when the moment of ecstasy recedes, but he continues to fuck you bareback hard, selfishly chasing the release of him against you.

You spent hours repeating the same routine, sometimes sometimes even more hours than you can remember or count.. Your body was completely covered with bruises and marks not only made by them manually, you had discovered in the worst way that Hoseok had a great fetish to make small cuts to any animal or person that had skin and that glistening blood came out of those wounds, red as hell and as sweet as ambrosia.

A delicacy, truly a true delicacy blessed by God.

Jin could not stop laughing at your overwhelmed face, sometimes he would sit next to you while your body was fucked uncontrollably, watching your face move on the sheets with the constant and hard movements of his friends.

"Do you enjoy it, you dirty bitch?" You knew he was making fun of it, not only because it denigrated your dignity, but also because you couldn't answer correctly and the only thing that moved was your head up and down from the thrusts. As if you were affirming his disgusting words. "You like it right?" And again. "I bet you will enjoy it every day from now on, do you want to marry us, little bitch? Be ours forever, that we fuck you every damn day like that, that we also fill you up that you would get pregnant, you would have our children , and you would gladly. Do you accept _______?"

You did not want to know where he managed to get your last name, nor your full name and less because he thought that after the effect of whatever they had given you, you would really accept being his damned wife.

But he just stands there, watching Jungkook abuse his new power against you and taunt him.

I just wanted to wait for everyone to leave, so I could hug you, heal you, and ask for forgiveness.

He couldn't save you if he was chained to the basement like they threatened to do. He was afraid of his own friends, who looked at him madly when hours before he thought of withdrawing from the plan, Hoseok as charismatic as he always claimed to be able to cut his neck so easily if I took you away from them.

Now, they were doomeds.

The painting lost its color once more.

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