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badassbuchanan · 3 years

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Our Secret

Plot: Bucky and Y/N Stark take their secret relationship to the next level and make the most of their alone time

Warnings: smut; oral (male receiving), secret relationship, dirty talk, metal-arm!kink, stark reader, semi-public place, short and sweet.

a/n: hello this is my first post, I’m new. Requests are open, so pop in and let me make your dreams come true!

“There you are.” I smiled with a sigh of relief, flopping down on the couch next to the unexplainably handsome, long haired super soldier. I’d spent the better half of ten minutes searching the compound for my secret lover.

I immediately turned to face him, cupping his stubble covered jaw in my hand as I pressed my lips against his, something that was usually only done in our private rooms.

Bucky’s hand flew to my hip, his eyebrows raising in surprise as he pulled away from the kiss slightly, his head turning to scan the room. “What are you playing at?” His voice came out as a whisper as his eyes met mine. I couldn’t help but let out a giggle at how much he was stressing. “Anyone could walk in and catch us.”

“Mmh mmh.” I shook my head and licked my lips as I inched closer to him seductively. My hand came up to play with his hair, my thigh intentionally placed over his knee. “We’re all alone.”

Bucky’s face almost instantly dropped into a smile, his eyes widening a little with excitement as his hand gripped my hip tighter. “Oh really?” He smirked, his eyes dropping to my lips as he mirrored my actions, moving closer.

I chuckled at his excitement and inched closer to him once again, practically sitting on his lap. “Really.” I confirmed, our noses brushing together and our breaths hot on each other’s lips.

Bucky’s hands slid around to my butt, rubbing up my lower back onto the material of my workout top. He let a little moan slip passed his lips as I tilted my head, arching my back into his touch as our chests pressed together.

“Well what should we do with all this time alone?” Bucky asked, his voice deep and husky as he licked his lips. I could feel his hardening cock against my thigh, my body shivering at the feeling of his metal fingers against my hot skin.

“I have an idea.” I smiled cheekily, my hand palming his chest soothingly over the thin material of his tshirt. I could feel every muscle, every indent in his skin and it only made me crave more of him. For so long I’d wanted to be alone with Bucky, and I’d spent many nights in bed with my thoughts planning exactly what to do when the opportunity arose.

Before he could even ask what my idea was, I pressed my lips against his. Bucky immediately pulled me onto his lap, relaxing into the sofa as he opened his mouth, his tongue nudging my lips apart.

I moaned softly, unable to stop myself from grinding down onto his crotch. I willingly let his tongue play with mine, his hands travelling back down to my ass to squeeze. I could already feel the size of him through the thick material of his jeans and I was eager to finally get what I wanted.

Bucky groaned at the feeling, biting his lip as he pulled me down against his crotch again. My arms wrapped around his neck as I leaned down for another kiss, working my hips into a rhythm with the help of his hands. “Fuck.”

“Language.” I stopped my movements momentarily, raising my eyebrows as Bucky rolled his eyes with a subtle smile, obviously not too impressed with my choice of timing to mock his best friend.

He let his head rest against the back of the sofa, which gave me the perfect opportunity to slide down between his legs and onto the floor in front of him, a mischevious smile on my face.

Bucky arched his eyebrow as he watched me intensely, quickly catching on to what my idea was. I bit my lip, running my hands up and down his thighs as I sat up on my knees.

I let my fingers dance over his jeans before giving his growing buldge a squeeze which caused Bucky’s hips to thrust up to meet my touch. I could feel my arousal dripping onto my panties as I touched him.

Bucky’s eyes didn’t leave mine as I skilfully undid his belt, moving straight to the button of his jeans and quickly working on the zipper.

I knelt up further between his thighs, lifting up the bottom of his shirt to reveal his abs. I let my lips kiss ticklishly over the newly exposed skin as my hand moved inside his open jeans and passed his underwear.

“I want you in my mouth, Buck.” I told him with a sultry tone, not missing the jolt of his hips as my hand finally reached his bare, hard cock.

The furthest we’d ever gone was dry humping. Maybe a little under the bra boob action but never anything like this. We never had enough alone time. Too many people in the compound meant it was easy for people to get suspicious.

I wrapped my small hand around his thick length, pulling him free from the restraining material as my lips reached his pelvis. I smiled against his skin, a little drop of drool forming in the corner of my mouth as my hand ran up his length. I couldn’t wait to taste him.

“You’re so big.” I whimpered softly, finally lifting my head to look at his cock. My jaw went slack as I took in the beauty of his member. The throbbing red tip that was leaking with pre-cum, his thick shaft with a pulsing vein and soft skin. It was all too much to take in. I couldn’t stop myself from leaning down and kitten licking his tip.

Bucky grunted when he felt my hot tongue on his cock, fisting at the sofa to stop his hands from grabbing my head and forcing me down his length. His abs clenched as my lips wrapped around his tip, tongue swirling around to collect all of his pre-cum.

“What would your daddy say if he could see you now, baby?” Bucky moaned out with a satisfied smirk on his face. Did my dad like Bucky? Not exactly. Did Bucky like my dad? Not really. Did my dad trust Steve enough to let Bucky join the avengers? Reluctantly, yes. Did I get a thrill knowing that my father, Mr Tony Stark, Mr I-Always-Get-My-Way, would never approve of me and Bucky? Oh, you betcha.

It was one of the biggest reasons we had to sneak around, that and the fact that we both got a thrill out of knowing we had a secret that no one else knew.

I moaned around his tip as a response, causing vibrations through his cock which made his hand come up to rest on the back of my head. He tugged me further down his length gently, which I happily complied with.

I relaxed my throat, my spit coating his length as I took more of him in my mouth. I rested my hands on his thick thighs, his muscles tensing as I started to bob my head up and down.

“Oh fuck,” Bucky groaned, breathing heavily as his head flew back against the sofa. His jaw dropped open, letting his moans flow freely as we were home alone. “Your pretty little mouth feels so good.”

I continued to bob my head, drool dripping down onto his balls as I slid my lips down until his tip hit the back of my throat. A grunt came from him, his jaw clenching as he gripped the back of my head tighter.

The pool of arousal between my thighs was growing with every second, a visible wet patch on the light colour of my tights. As much as I wanted Bucky to push my down onto the sofa and pound my aching pussy, this was about pleasing him.

I lifted my mouth off of him, catching my breath as my tongue glided down his length, paying close attention to the protruding vein. “Bucky,” I dragged his name out with a whine, my tongue running over his neatly groomed balls before sucking on them gently. “I want you to fuck my mouth.”

Bucky let out a low, animalistic noise as I looked up at his blown out pupils, an innocent look on my face as I moved my lips back up to his tip, opening my mouth so all he had to do was angle his hips and start thrusting.

“You sure about this?” He looked for confirmation and grabbed hold of his length with his flesh hand, the metal one still firmly on the back of my head as I nodded in response and looked up at him in anticipation.

I dug my nails into his thighs as he guided his tip to rub over my lips and tongue, leaving no part untouched. I sighed out in contentment of the attention, closing my eyes as I got lost in the bliss of the moment.

“I love your cock, Buck.” I hummed before taking his tip into my hot mouth, sucking it like a popsicle. He tasted sweet yet so manly. I wanted to keep his velvety length in my mouth forever.

“It’s all yours, doll.” Bucky replied sweetly, the pet name sent tingles between my thighs. He tested the waters, thrusting up into my mouth. I moaned around his cock, my lips running up and down the length as he pulled out almost fully before thrusting back in. “Just let me know if it gets too much.”

I nodded once again, closing my eyes as I tried to relax my throat around his thick length. My nails left marks on his thighs, letting my jaw go slack as he picked up his pace.

Bucky’s balls slapped against my chin with each hard thrust, his hips coming off the sofa to meet the controlled movements of my head. His moans echoed through the room, his eyes fixed on the way my mouth took his length.

I let my tongue lay flat against his shaft, gliding up and down with every thrust. Bucky scrunched his nose as he watched me swallow his cock, now fully fucking my mouth as if it were my pussy.

“You gunna swallow my cum, doll?” Bucky grunted through heavy breathes, a soft slapping sound filling the room from his thrusts.

I moaned around his length in response, his cock twitching in my mouth. His filthy words were turning me on so much I could feel my pussy clenching around nothing, my thighs pressed together to try and find some sort of relief.

I started to move my head down on him harder, meeting his thrusts as I cupped his balls in my hand. I massaged them with my fingers, eager to feel his cum spurt down my throat.

Bucky rubbed his metal thumb over my cheek bone lovingly, his eyes still fixated on my every move. I bravely looked back up at him, whimpering with every jolt of his hips.

I wanted to keep him in my mouth forever, high off of the feeling of pleasing him so much. I moved my hands off of him, letting him take full control as he fucked my mouth.

I lifted my tight top up, letting my tits bounce freely in the cold air of the compound. Bucky moaned, watching my boobs move in time with his thrusts, hard nipples on display for him.

“Fuck.” Bucky panted loudly as I felt him twitch against my tongue. My tongue swirled around his shaft, trying to reach every inch of his cock.

He moved both hands to my cheeks, cupping the sides of my face as he forced me to look up at him as he pounded into me. I closed my eyes as I tried to hold off my gag reflex at the feeling of his tip ramming the back of my throat.

“I’m gunna cum.” He said in an almost panicked tone, both of us not ready for this to be over. But I knew he was close by the sudden lack of rhythm in his thrusts. “Oh, fuck I’m gunna cum.”

I looked up at him through my eyelashes seductively, inhaling deeply through my nose, my heart pounding in my chest as I pushed myself up on my knees. My action caused my head to slide down his cock, fully engulfing him in my mouth as my hands grabbed ahold of this thighs.

I moaned when my nose touched his lower stomach, deepthroating his length as Bucky’s hands flew to the back of my head.

He held me there as his hips bucked erratically, a loud moan errupting from his throat as spurts of hot cum filled my mouth.

Bucky panted through his orgasm as I swallowed every single drop of his sweet nectar. I rubbed his thighs soothingly, lifting my head off of his length slowly as he came down from his high.

His hands dropped from my head, his muscles relaxing as I pulled my top back down, climbing back up onto the sofa next to him.

“Feel good?” I asked softly, a pleasant smile on my face as I rubbed over his metal bicep. I admired his afterglow look as I rested my head on the sofa, hair messy, cheeks pink, pupils blown. He was a sight for sore eyes.

Bucky tucked himself back into his pants, turning his head lazily to face me, the dorkiest smile on his face as he leaned in to peck my lips. “So good.” He mumbled between kisses, his flesh hand gripping my thigh closest to him. “How about I repay the favour?”

I giggled softly as his hand ran up the inside of my thigh, inches away from where I needed him the most. I wrapped my arm around his neck, pulling him closer as I gave him a quick kiss.

Just as Bucky was about to reach the waistband of my leggings, a voice sounded from down the hall. “We’re back!” Peter damn Parker called out, the others close behind him.

“Shit.” I whispered in a panic, the sudden tranquility of our alone time vanished at the sound of Peter’s voice. It was like being pulled back to reality from an amazing dream.

Bucky and I quickly pulled away from each other with a sigh, trying to make ourselves look presentable as we turned back to the tv that had been forgotten about long ago.

Our time alone together was up, but that didn’t stop the ache between my thighs, so needy after finally getting to see and touch his gorgeous cock. It would keep me up every night knowing that he was just down the hall, so close yet so out of reach, his cock so ready to satisfy me. But not able to do so until we could be alone again. Who knows how long that will be.

“Hey kiddo.” My father patted my shoulder as most of the team walked into the room, all in their own conversations. “Sorry you got left with old cyborg over here. Hope he didn’t freak you out too much.”

“It’s okay dad,” I called back to Tony who had already gotten half way across the room. “He’s no more of a freak than I am.” I smiled cheekily at Bucky who scoffed in response, a proud smirk on his face at the secret that only we would ever know.

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eileen-crys · 4 years

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Turn on the light

Johnica Week 2020 - Day 2: “John, I’m pregnant!” “Again?”

Pairing: John Deacon/Veronica Tetzlaff Words: 1.948 Summary: 1991. Veronica deals with the darkness that surrounds her home before and after Freddie's death, trying her best to help her husband. One day he asks her an important request that might bring some happiness to their lives once again. WARNINGS: Depression, mention of death AO3 LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22213114 AO3 COLLECTION: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/JohnicaWeek2020

As I said in a post, this comes from a random stream of consciousness, I hope it’s not too messy... if it is please let me know! It’s actually full of personal thoughts and interpretations, just my imagination passing by. I tried to use the first person, giving Veronica’s POV. “Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.”

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It felt like living under an eternal eclypse, something you know should end soon, but for some inexplicable reasons the darkness was always there, waiting for a wrong move to swallow you. Our home has never been so silent before, not even after fights and slammed doors, not even when we were on the other side of the globe and our empty house was left to the birds' chirping and the neighbours' noisy lawnmower.

No one really knew what to say, all of us knew that talking about it would've been even worse. Just small talks about school, homeworks, and some news seen on the tube.

It took months to see a small glimpse of light through the thick darkness, to begin talking again and try to think about something else. Planning some holidays, maybe far away in a place where the sun is always shining and your only thought is how clean is the water and what kind of castles you can do with the sand.

I would've gone anywhere in the world just to see him smiling again, even just a little. I would've given all of myself to know him thinking about life once again and not just about death. The death that was drenching our hearts with cold silence, the death he tried to flee running away with us, to not see him fading out in front of his eyes. The death that eventually came, inevitable.

I asked myself for month, years, what to do to help him, to make him feel better, even just for some moments.

"Stay with me… just, stay here, please."

Was one of the few things he could say, like a prayer, and so I did.

I'll never forget the moment he came home and dragged me in our bedroom, shut the door and fell into tears like a baby in my arms, crying desperately as he never did before. I got that something was terribly wrong, something dreadful was about to happen and he was trying to not fall into pieces, but he couldn't tell me. Not then.

And I've never asked about it, I knew he would've told me when he was ready, and so he did after few months. With an empty voice, staring at the cieling, he told me about Freddie's condition, how the singer wanted to go on with the music until the end, but John was so afraid, he just wanted to go away and not to think about it.

"Is there a way I can help you?"

"Don't tell the kids, please… I shouldn't have told you as well, but… stay with me, Ronnie. Please."

I felt like all our bickerings, our fights and contrasts weren't important anymore. He was asking for my help, more than ever, and I swore I'd have done everything I could to help him. He was terrified, trying to swim in an eternal night without moon, and I was the only rock he could grasp onto, to breathe and rest.

I thought it was the hardest part of my life, from that day 'til the day Freddie died, but I had no idea of how hard it would've been later.

I've consumed my knees and every bead in my rosaries praying for Freddie's kind soul and for my husband's future, I've stayed with him, collecting his sobs in my hugs and drying all his tears, wondering for a real way to heal his heart.

After three months it seems like the waters calmed by themselves a bit, even if the roars of the storm were still in our ears.

We were home alone, as all the children were at school. It was a sunny winter day and I was taking care of the garden, trying to enjoy the warmth of the afternoon's sunlight, when John came outside and stood next to me, studying my movements.

"Ronnie?" He asked.

"Mmh?"

"I was… I was wondering… uhm-" he lit up a cigarette, his hands a bit shaky. I stopped my work and he sat next to me, on the cold grass. "Once you told me about… thinking of life, something like that…"

I looked at nothing, remembering of what I said.

"I believe it was something told by the reverend… 'Pray for who's dead, but don't forget to live for who's living.' I hope it didn't offend you."

"No, no, actually I thought about it for a while and… I was thinking about h-having… having another one."

"Another what?"

"A-another kid."

He stared directly into my eyes and I could see a small glimpse of hope hidden under all the sadness. A request, a prayer. It broke my heart to see him like this, asking me to have another child after almost nine years, just to find some happiness.

"Are you sure?" I had to ask him, even though he probably was hoping for me to jump at his neck and say 'yes' without hesitation.

He took another blow from his cigarette, looking away, and shut off the cig on the humid ground. No, he didn't expect that question.

"Shall we go inside?" I offered my hand and we both raised from the grass, stepping in our home. I prepared a tea and suggested to talk on the sofa, and he agreed.

"If you don't want it, just tell me…" he murmured while sitting next to me.

"I didn't say that. I was just thinking… it's been a while, the other kids are all grown up and l…" it wasn't easy to find the rights words.

"I want to know if you are sure to want it." I began, exposing my mind. "You'll have to help me, to stay with the baby and to be focused while being with him. Rob, Mike and Laura are old enough to take care of themselves, but I'm asking you to be present alongside with me to take care of our youngest ones. To be present with your mind and your heart, not just your body." I sincerely hoped that my explanation was enough.

"It's exactly why I want it." He whispered and looked in my eyes once again, putting his hands on my shoulders to keep me closer.

"I'm tired of having my head and my heart filled with darkness, with negative feelings, I want… I want a new light in my life, something to take care of, someone that keeps me busy and brings me joy… something new…"

"...a new beginning." I added quietly.

"Yes, but I also want to be with you, with my family, you- you're my steady point and I understood it too late. I've never been enough with all of you and now I feel like I can do it, I want to be a good dad, for real... but…" the words died in his throat and he lowered his head, hiding his face in his palms, but I perfectly got what he was trying to tell me. I understood.

I nodded and hugged him tightly, letting him calm down. If this was what he really needed to be happy once again, if this was what I should've done to see his smile again, then be it.

I kissed his greying temple and smiled at him. I wasn't that old yet, but maybe this could've been our last chance to give the family a new member and, to be honest, I was still hoping to have another baby girl.

"Honey?" I called him softly and he raised his head.

"I would do anything to see your beautiful smile once again. So yes, let's give it a try." I smiled at him and I felt my heart melting at the sight of a smile full of hope finally rising on his lips.

It was like a ray of sunshine timidly coming out at the end of the eternal eclipse we were living. He smiled widely and widely, throwing his arms around me and hugging me tightly. I believe he thanked me a thousands times that day, he appeared finally relieved after so long and I was so happy to see him like that.

Any other doubt I could've had about the baby, it was now blown away.

Of course we talked about it again, to plan everything carefully and reorganize our lives to have another little Deacon in our home.

Yet, John was still filled with sadness and fear as his two bandmates were organizing a concert for Freddie and he was sure he couldn't have played without him on stage. He had no idea on how to deal with it, they began rehearsing, but it was so damn difficult for him. Every evening he just ran away from the rehearsals to come home trying not to be seen in tears by others, sometimes not even saying goodbye.

And every night we made love, the promise of a new life softly glowing in our hearts, pushing the darkness out of the door even just for a couple of hours. It was different than other times, his touch was always soft and caring with me, but I could feel how desperate he was while searching for love. And I replied giving him all the love I was capable of, not just with sex, but with kisses, caresses and small caring gestures, reassuring and encouraging words. We were both broken, mutual cracks running in our hearts, but we were still glued together, trying to fill the cracks with gold as the Japanese do to create something new, beautiful and unique.

It didn't take long before I began to feel something changing in my body, a familiar sensation after such a long time.

I didn't really need to take a test to know I was finally expecting, I just knew it, but to make everyone sure I took it anyway, one day that John went early to rehearsals with the band and the children were at school. Robert was already living in his apartment near his school, but I invited him for dinner and to stay for the night.

It was almost dinner time and John got home, grim as always, and took a deep breathe after getting in and leaving the thought of the concert out the door. He didn't expect to see Rob at the dining table along with the siblings and I saw the corners of his mouth rising up a bit.

We ate all together, also trying to distract John from the concert, and after dinner I was ready to give the announcement.

"Everyone, may I have your attention?" I asked, standing at the table while all their eyes were focused at me. I saw that John was waiting just for that and he was literally trembling for the excitement.

"Dad and me have been trying to do this for a while, and finally it happened. It's meant to be a new beginning for our family, to bring us some joy after a long time." Our children shared a puzzled look, while I smiled directly at my husband.

"John, I'm pregnant!"

"AGAIN?!" All our four children spoke as one, their shocked voices filling the kitchen.

But what they really didn't expect was to see their dad glowing up, smiling so widely and heartfeltedly that it left them all stunned for a moment as he raised from his chair and hugged me tightly.

They looked at each other in disbelief, while he slowly began laughing in my hair, kissing all over my face, and I joined his laugh.

Soon, we were all hugged together in our kitchen.

After a long time, our home was filled with joy and laughs once again, a ray of sunshine warming our hearts.

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taeguks · 7 years

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A-Z Game

Tagged by: @4-rmv @ @im-like-taetae ;;

Rules: Answering the questions in a new post and tag 10 blogs you would like to know better

Age: 22

Birthplace: Germany

Current time: 10:23 am

Drink you last had: soda/water

Easiest person to talk to: my best friend :D and here it’s @ttaewo

Favourite song: mmh currently it’s Major Lazer - Sua Cara (feat. Anitta & Pabllo Vittar) (but it will change soon lmao)

Grossest memory: mmhh. can’t remember but probably something with barfing lmao

Hogwarts House: I did probably about 5 tests but it’s always Ravenclaw or Gryffindor (I always thought I’m Slytherine haha)

In love: taetae ;)

Jealous of people: urgh yes, in the past. I got jealous whenever I saw a beautiful girl I was like “I want to be like her”. but now I’m fine :)

Killed someone: I wish

Love at first sight or should I walk by again?: you should walk by again ;)

Middle name: Manuela (yes pls forget that name lol)

Number of siblings: one. a lil bro.

One wish: oh gosh just one? I’ll be selfish here and say that I want to see bts as soon as possible :D

Person you called last: my better half aka my best friend Alinaa ;’

Questions you’re always asked?: “Why are you like that” XD

Reasons to smile: Did you ever see Taehyung’s smile?

Song you last sang: woah idk probably Imagine Dragons- Believer

Time you woke up: 09:45 am

Underwear colour: red/black

Vacation destination: ugh i don’t have one rn but I want to go to Canada/Australia next year.

Worst Habit: overthinking. procrastinating. and when I start/make something I want it to be perfect, but obviously that’s not gonna happen.. ^^

X-rays: when I broke my left arm and a few years later when I broke my ankle. Also for my braces ahh and for my wisdom teeth.

Your favourite food: pasta/ramen

Zodiac sign: Sagittarius

I tag: @bwis @ttaewo @ciutae @mytaeddy @junqkookied @comeherejimin @daegucrew @chimspooky @jeovkks @doona-baes

#thank youu for tagging~#💕 💕 💕#u don't have to if you're tagged #lovely mutuals #personal stuff #tag game

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mysweetkittae · 7 years

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For All Eternity

Characters: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Sprinkles of fluff

Word Count: 10,767

Warnings: I don’t want to give anything away, but if you don’t like sad things then this really isn’t for you. If you’re still uncertain then just drop me a message and I’d be more than happy to give you more information so you can decide if you still want to read it or not ^-^

Author’s Note: This was inspired by Written On The Sky by @inktae and it is honestly one of the greatest things I have ever read in my life, so if you haven’t read it already then please, please read it as soon as you can because you won’t regret it! Also, if you would prefer to read the Taekook version then that is also available on AO3

Music: I highly recommend listening to this playlist if you can because it really helps to set the mood

Summary: It wasn’t supposed to be like this. We were promised an eternity, you and I, together until the end of time – but I guess forever wasn’t as long as we thought it was. This was supposed to be the beginning of the rest of our lives, but instead, this is it. This is the end.

It had been less than a week since Jungkook and Y/N had come home from their honeymoon, the two of them still basking in the memories of the tropical bliss that had marked the beginning of their new lives together. Speckles of dust had scattered into the air as they emptied the last box in their new apartment the night before, with today being their first day of peace since returning, resulting in a lazy day that was spent lying in bed until the sun had almost reached its peak, reigning high above the clouds as it sat on its throne and watched its children down below.

Not a moment was spent without being in contact with one another, arms permanently latched around each other’s waists and lips continuously pressing softly against anywhere they could reach. Being the more sensible of the two, Y/N eventually managed to drag Jungkook out of bed and get him to freshen up, the threat of no more hugs and kisses causing him to leap out of her embrace, almost tripping on the covers as he raced to the bathroom.

Jungkook soon joined Y/N in the kitchen after scrubbing the fatigue from every inch of his body, munching on a helpless bunch of bananas as she started preparing lunch and tried to ignore their rumbling stomachs from the breakfast they had missed. Every now and then he would put the fruit to her mouth so she could take a bite, his eyes crinkling as he smiled at the sight before him – she was so focused on chopping the vegetables that she kept missing the banana as she moved her head to bite it, each time resulting in it going on her cheek or chin. She would pout at the uncomfortable feeling, but Jungkook would kiss away the fruity remnants from her skin with lips that lingered much longer than necessary, eventually just telling her to sit down and eat it properly as he took over and cut the vegetables for the pasta instead.

She refused, her excuse being that she didn’t trust him with the knife they had spent far too much money on, although in actuality she just wanted nothing more than to be close to her husband. Not being one to deny such a request, Jungkook wiped his hands on the kitchen towel before sitting her on the countertop instead, sneaking in multiple kisses in between chops.

“What's all this loving for?”

“Just because.” He would shrug, heart swelling in adoration for the pure domesticity of it all.

After demolishing their food, plates practically licked clean from the hunger that had ravaged them, they decided to go out for a bit, the day being far too beautiful to waste it cooped up inside. There was no plan laid out on where to go, as was always the case with Jungkook and Y/N, just the two of them wandering around town hand in hand as they soaked up the summer sun. It was a beautiful day for a stroll, the gentle breeze giving them a much needed respite from the stifling humidity of the air around them.

“Y/N, didn’t we need to buy a present for your sister’s baby shower?” Jungkook asked as they picked their ice creams from the freezer in the convenience store.

“Yeah, I want to take a look around first before buying something though.” She replied as she licked the rivulet of ice cream that had already begun to drip down the side of the cone, beaming back at the shop keeper who couldn’t help but smile at the way Jungkook and Y/N looked at each other with such fondness.

“Make sure you don’t get anything ridiculous though, remember we have to travel with it in the car.” He warned as they left the shop, the sun melting away any coolness that had settled into their bodies from the air conditioner in the shop behind them.

“So no 50ft teddy?”

“Unfortunately not, my love.”

“Dammit,” Y/N mumbled, lips twisting into a pout as her brows furrowed towards the boy that was ruining her plans for her future aunting endeavours.

“Hey, don’t blame me, blame your sister for living so far away.”

“Are you sure we can't get it? We can send it by post!” She suggested, clinging on to Jungkook's arm in hopes of convincing him.

“Honey, a newborn baby isn’t going to need a 50ft teddy bear.” Jungkook reasoned.

“They're not going to be newborn forever though! One day they will grow up and then play with the teddy and love me forever and then I’ll be their favourite aunt. Don’t ruin my plans.” She whined, feet stomping unintentionally as they so often did when she didn’t get her way.

“You don’t need to bribe a baby with a giant teddy bear to be their favourite, they’ll love you no matter what.”

“Still…”

“Look, how about you still get a big teddy, but just not one that is bigger than your whole family combined?” He suggested, arm wrapping around her waist after discarding the wrappers of the ice cream that was consumed far too quickly for their liking.

“Fine,” she said as she rolled her eyes in despondence. “I don’t think my sister and her husband would appreciate such a big teddy anyway.”

“Exactly.” He replied as he booped her nose, lips chastely kissing her temple as they continued their walk.

“I'm so smart, you're so lucky you married me. Honestly Jungkook, I don’t know why you wanted to give a newborn baby such a giant teddy bear.”

“Oh really now?”

“Mmh hmm. It’s okay though, I still love you no matter how silly your ideas are.”

“Good, because you vowed to stay with me for better or for worse.”

“To be honest I'm still waiting for the better- OW DON’T ELBOW ME!”

The sun had started to set by the time they decided to make their way back home, hands swinging between their bodies as they skipped down the footpath, steps light with a joy that made them feel as though there were no worries in the world.

They had each other, and that was enough.

***

Jungkook had been setting everything up for their regular movie night as Y/N tidied up what was left of their dinner when the contents of the TV suddenly drew him in, reeling him closer as his heart came to a sudden still.

“Y/N, come here.”

“I’ll be there in a min-”

“No. You need to come right now.”

She frowned at the harsh tone of the boy that was usually so soft spoken, putting down the empty Tupperware containers on the countertop before immediately following the hum of the TV, its volume increasing with every step, much like the fear that had suddenly overtaken her. Jungkook's eyes were still glued to the screen as she sat down beside him, his trembling hands frantically reaching for hers, holding it so tightly that she was certain her circulation was being cut off.

The words of the announcer caught her attention, head whipping to face the dim light of the screen that illuminated the room as their malformed shadows danced against the walls, twisting along the windows and crawling along the ceiling; waiting, watching.

“-reports of an asteroid heading straight towards Earth. NASA have released information of attempting to redirect the path of the asteroid using a Double Asteroid Redirection Test, also known as DART, but as this has not been tested before there is no guarantee of its success. It is not known what effects this asteroid may have on Earth as it draws nearer, but one thing is certain – if the path is not deflected, there will be very little hope. This has been reporter-”

Silence encompassed the room as Y/N abruptly turned the TV off.

“Let’s go to bed.”

“Y/N-”

“We have a long day tomorrow – we need to buy stuff for the baby and buy presents for everyone else.”

“Y/N please-”

“Come on Kookie, I'm tired.”

She didn’t speak after that, quickly brushing her teeth and getting into bed long before Jungkook was even able to find the strength to get up off the sofa. She pretended to be fast asleep by the time Jungkook managed to crawl under the covers, ignoring the way he gripped her waist tightly and pulled her flush against his chest, the fear of losing her coursing through his veins. Neither of them got much sleep that night, confusion and anger at the universe running rampant through their minds.

It wasn’t until the first rays of the sun began peeking through the curtains that Jungkook found momentary peace, so exhausted that he didn’t even realise when Y/N had given up trying to sleep and got out of bed. She wandered slowly around their apartment after freshening up, fingers delicately dancing over the décor they had finished only a couple of days ago, tears threatening to fall as she remembered how enthusiastically the two of them had dedicated months to picking out everything so their first home together would be perfect.

Her eyes eventually landed on the food that had been left on the countertop all night and began putting it away, breath wavering with each movement. She quickly started preparing breakfast when she heard the water running in the bathroom, knowing well how famished Jungkook always was after waking up. That was how things were with them – they had spent so much time together that they knew each other better than they knew themselves. Rather than two separate individuals, they were like one person in two bodies, only feeling complete when with the other. Sure, they had wonderful friends that they enjoyed spending time with, but nothing gave them more joy than being with each other, just cuddling as they breathed in the other’s scent.

They were each other’s home, and they never wanted to leave.

Silence shrouded the home that the newlyweds had spent so long dreaming about, the air so rigid in its presence that even the slightest of movement would leave everything shattered, splinters of what once could have been piercing through the softest of flesh. A gentle hand on Y/N's shoulder snapped her out of her thoughts, head turning to meet the morose face of her husband.

“Good morning! I made us breakfast so go sit down and I’ll get our plates ready.” She exclaimed, the forceful cheeriness of her words attempting to mask the truth that had yet to be uttered from their lips.

“Y/N, stop.” Jungkook whispered.

“Stop what? We need to eat quickly so we can go out and buy gifts for everyone. It’s peak sale season and if we don’t get to the shops quickly then all the good stuff will be gone! I refuse to buy anything for my future niece or nephew that isn’t of the highest quality.”

“Y/N please…” She ignored his words this time, placing the plates on the table and pushing him down into his seat before sitting in her own.

The whole time she spent talking as if nothing had changed, making plans of what they’d do when they arrived at her sister’s house and how they’d have so much to catch up on once they’d used up all their holidays and have to go back to work. Jungkook knew what she was doing, pretending that nothing had happened to stop her heart from breaking – as if convincing herself that they would be okay would somehow change the will of the universe.

He was aware that he couldn’t keep letting her be like this – the longer she took to come to terms with the situation, the more difficult it would be for her, but he just couldn’t do it. Seeing the smile on her face, regardless of how forced it was… he couldn’t hurt her like that. All he had ever wanted was for her to be happy, and if that meant playing along with her false reality, then so be it. He listened intently to everything she had to say, hanging onto every word, storing them securely away in his mind to remember her sweet voice until the very end. Breakfast had lasted longer than usual, neither of them finding it in them to do much more than swirl around the runny yolk amongst the crumbs of bread that were scattered all over – a bleeding sun in a sky full of nothing but amorphous rocks.

The world around them was silent as they walked towards the shops, not a single breeze flowing nor leaves rustling. No animals were seen, not even the distant chirping of a bird carrying through the air. They only thing they had to remind them that this was reality was the touch of their hands entwined together. Everything was deserted, the stark contrast to yesterday’s bustling streets giving them whiplash. Y/N was becoming more and more unsettled, the visible effect of the news rapidly breaking down the walls she was trying so hard to build around her. So when she saw an old man coming out of his shop and locking the door ran she ran up to him, praying for him to help maintain her façade.

“Excuse me, why are you locking up? It’s still so early in the morning.” She questioned, still trying so hard to continue with her lies.

“Did you not hear the new last night, dear?” He questioned curiously. “There's an asteroid heading straight towards Earth, so what's the point in coming to work? Everyone’s just staying at home and spending as much time with their loved ones as they can.”

“What about you?” Jungkook asked.

“I'm going back home to my wife now, I left something important of hers here so I came to get it for her. Now, if you’ll excuse me...” He nodded gently and made his way, heart weighing heavily at the sight of the girl who was slowly crumbling to the ground, tears streaming down her face as the fortress she had built to protect herself came crashing down. There was no way she could lie to herself anymore – even if she had told herself that the reporter was lying, seeing how barren their city was, a city that was always so full of people racing to where they had to be, she had no choice but to accept their fate.

Their world was going to end, and there was nothing they could do about it.

“Let’s go home.” Jungkook whispered, gathering the fragile girl in his arms as he guided them back to their apartment, doing his best to hold back the tears of his own that were desperate to be set free.

She cried herself to sleep as soon as they got back, not bothering to eat for the rest of the day despite Jungkook's many attempts to get her to at least take a few bites.

“What's the point?” She would say. “We’re going to die anyway”.

It wasn’t until the early hours before dawn that she got out of bed, the brief relief from grief reminding her of her family. Jungkook woke from the constant sound of the dial tone, Y/N's desperation at trying to communicate with her family evoking another bout of sobs.

“Honey…”

“They're not picking up. Why aren’t they picking up, Kookie?”

“Y/N, the phones aren’t working properly. I tried calling our families before but it’s not going through. I think there's a fault in the system.”

“HOW CAN THERE BE A FAULT?!” She shrieked, Jungkook wrapping his arms around her tightly as her body shook from hysteria, hands rubbing circles on her back to try and calm her hyperventilation.

“Just breathe, love, I'm here.”

“Can't we drive? Our families live close to each other, if we set off now we can see them both and make sure they're okay.” She begged, pulling away slightly to look at Jungkook's face that was torn with distraught.

“The roads are blocked. Everyone is leaving the city to go back home – there's no way to get in or out. Public transport is off too – there's nobody there to drive.”

“But our family…” She whimpered.

“I'm sorry, honey, there's no way of reaching them.”

She cried herself to sleep after that, curled up in Jungkook's arms as he rocked her back to a state of oblivion – for at least when she was asleep she needn’t have so many fears. When they finally awoke the next day Y/N's face was puffy and her eyes were swollen, tears from her bloodshot eyes staining her cheeks.

Jungkook tried to give some semblance of their normal routine – kissing her forehead “good morning” and making them breakfast, but this girl that sat before him, she was not the same person that he had married but a few weeks ago. The girl he had fallen in love with was full of so much love and life that even the sun itself would have been jealous at the brightness she exuded. But this girl… this girl was so broken and empty and she could do nothing but remain in her catatonic state, not even the remnants of a smile painting her lips. After feeding her himself Jungkook took her to the bathtub, hoping that maybe soaking in the water would help to bring her back even a little bit.

But there was no reaction when he gently undressed her, his fingers faintly crossing the icy skin that usually burned like the wildest of fires.

There was no reaction when he put her favourite bath bomb in, the pinks and blues swirling around the ripples of water as the light reflected on the flecks of glitter, a spectacle that would normally have her squealing in delight at the phantasmagorical sight.

There was no reaction when he sat on the side of the tub and washed her hair, his fingers dancing across her scalp in the way that would always evoke the softest of whimpers, the sensation relaxing her muscles and making her feel as if there was not a single worry in the world.

There was no reaction when he wrapped her in her favourite purple fluffy towel, hair dryer blowing wafts of hot air as the water evaporated from her hair, wisps falling softly against her face as he pulled her comfiest pyjamas over her head.

There was no reaction when they sat huddled up on the sofa with the movie she could recite in her sleep playing in the background as he held a mug of hot chocolate in his hands, delicately cupping her chin as he tried to get something warm inside her.

There was no reaction.

There was nothing.

The same routine carried on throughout the rest of the week, with Jungkook doing his best to feed and bathe her and overall doing everything he could think of to try and get anything out of her. At least if she cried he would know that she was feeling something, but she hadn’t spoken a word or made any attempt of acknowledging his presence for days, and it was tearing him apart.

The TV channels had stopped receiving signal a few days after the initial report, as had any other form of communication. The only manner of entertainment was the endless supply of DVDs and books they had amassed over the years, hours of endless movies playing just to break the deafening silence. After opening the fridge one afternoon to start making them lunch, Jungkook realised that they hardly had any food left. He wanted to go to the supermarket and stock up on more, but there were two problems: one, he didn’t want to leave Y/N alone, but he knew that there was no way that she was in any state to go with him, and two, he didn’t even know if the shops would be open – people weren’t working anymore, and that meant that food most likely wasn’t being delivered and people probably weren’t manning the shops.

Just at that moment he saw their neighbour from the window, making his way into the building with bags of food in his hands. With the lifts no longer functioning, Jungkook raced out to meet him at the stairs and helped him carry them to his floor, arms quickly reaching out to stabilise his faltering figure.

“Ahjusshi, where did you get all this food from? I didn’t realise supermarkets were still open.” He said as he helped the elderly man with his bags, up the stairs and into his apartment.

“Most of them are closed, but there are still a few open and being run by kind souls who are willing to deliver food and distribute it.” He wheezed, leaning against the wall as he tried to catch his breath.

“Where is the closest one?” Jungkook questioned, eyes full of concern for the frail man in front of him.

“It’s quite a few miles away, it might take you a while.”

“Why didn’t you call me to help you? You shouldn’t be exerting yourself so much at your age.”

“I know how much Y/N has been struggling, son, I couldn’t ask you to leave her. How is she doing, by the way?”

“She's still the same,” Jungkook replied morosely. “She hasn’t said a word in almost a week and I'm not even sure if she can hear me at this point. I don’t know what to do.”

“You just have to give her time, dear. It’s not easy coming to terms with everything that’s going on, and some people are taking it harder than others.”

“I guess. How’s your wife?”

“She's okay, she didn’t have much long left anyway so it hasn’t really made much difference to her. In a way I'm glad, at least this way I don’t have to spend a day without her. Anyway, I should get going now, I don’t like leaving her alone for longer than is necessary.”

“I understand. Please, take care of yourselves, and thank you.”

“It’s no problem at all, son. I hope Y/N gets better soon.” Jungkook nodded in the man’s direction and made his way down the stairs, hoping that Y/N would stay asleep until he got back.

Despite the malfunction of mass amounts of technology cars were still functioning, although the heavy blockage of roads meant that travelling in one simply wasn’t feasible. In spite of Jungkook having a muscular build it wasn’t an easy journey, as having to walk so far and walk all the way back with heavy bags of food was not something he had ever had to do before.

The sun had begun its premature descent by the time Jungkook had made his way home, not even their source of life being able to bare to witness the dying hope of the world it had so preciously curated. His muscles were shaking as he tried to open their front door, the extreme exertion of his body begging him to rest, to close his eyes and sleep for days on end, but the second he entered the room all thoughts vanished after hearing the screaming coming from the bedroom. He dropped the bags without second thought and ran towards the sound, seeing his wife curled up into a ball at the foot of the bed, head cradled in her hands and knees pulled tightly to her chest, shrieks ravaging her body as sobs choked every breath.

“Y/N! Y/N, it’s okay, I'm here!” He tried consoling, fear threatening to burst through the seams he had so difficulty sown himself together with.

“JUNGKOOK!” She kept screaming, any sense of reality escaping from her as she continuously chanted his name.

“Y/N please.” He begged as he tried to remove her hands that were gripped so tightly to her hair.

It felt like almost an eternity later that he managed to coax her into letting go, the blossoming bruises on her face being revealed as the pressure against her skin finally lessened. He quickly wrapped her up in his arms, rocking her back and forth as he tried to calm her further, his lips permanently pressing against her forehead and hair.

“Hush, my love, I'm here. I'm right here.”

“Don’t go.” She choked, breath hitching with each inhale and exhale.

“I'm not going anywhere, I'm not leaving you.”

“You left me. Where did you go?” She whimpered, curling further into his embrace, twisting, turning, writhing, further and further until she was burrowed deep inside his heart, no discernible difference between their two bodies.

“I had to go get food, there was nothing left at home.”

“You took so long. When I woke up you weren’t there and I thought you were never coming back.”

“I'm sorry for leaving you. It was far away and I had to walk so it took a long time. I'm sorry. I won't leave you ever again.”

“Don’t leave me.”

“I won't. I promise.”

“I'm scared.”

“I know, but you don’t have to worry. It’s okay, you're okay.”

“Please don’t leave me.”

“I won't, I won't. I promise you, my dear. I will always be right here. Now come on, let’s get you cleaned up, it’ll make you feel better.”

Any aches were long forgotten as he helped her to her feet and took her towards the bathroom, her fear evident in how she wouldn’t let go of his touch for even a second. She insisted that he come in the bath with her, tears streaming at the thought of Jungkook leaving her again. Y/N sat curled up against his chest, the two of them sitting in silence as the water lapped around them, only getting out when it got too cold to stay in any longer.

Dinner was light, the knowledge of the increasing scarcity of food dissipating any hunger they may have previously had. They were huddled up on the sofa as always when the TV suddenly switched on, the flickering of the revived news channel garnering their attention.

“-as you are aware, signals have been disrupted all over the world, leaving no access of contact either through phone, internet, or television. The past few days have seen scientists from around the globe trying to discover the cause of this, finally coming to the conclusion that this is due to the extreme magnetic nature of the impending asteroid, which is disrupting and distorting all kinds of signals. An alternate pathway has been managed to be developed, although this is being reserved only for the conveyance of information to the public and for scientific communication due to its instability and inability to support mass usage. Unfortunately, this means that there is no way to contact your loved ones-”

The already flickering screen abruptly cut off, the sound of the cheery animation they were watching resuming as the alternative pathway already flittered to silence. The tears that had managed to cease flowing for a while resurfaced from Y/N's abused eyes, the knowledge that there was definitely no way of contacting their families tearing her heart to shreds. For so long she had consoled herself with the idea that maybe eventually the phone lines would clear up and she would be able to contact them again, but now she didn’t even have that thought to hold on to. She would never be able to hear their voices again, and that wasn’t something she could bare to accept.

“Y/N, breathe.” Jungkook reminded, his palm once more finding home in the space between her shoulders.

“Jungkook… what the reporter said… it can't be true right?” She said as she looked up to him.

“I'm afraid so.” He whispered quietly, burying her face into the crook of his neck as her pain rang through the air, the sharp cries ricocheting off the ceiling lights and straight into Jungkook's chest, impaling him with a pain that was far worse than any of his own. That night was the first in many that she acknowledged his presence, the terrifying thought of him leaving her breaking her out of the catatonic state and bringing her back into a more responsive one.

“Why is this happening?” She questioned as Jungkook tucked the covers around them, her head resting on his chest as his arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer, accepting for the first time that their world was going to end.

“I don’t know.”

“The baby was supposed to be born next month. It won't ever get to see this world will it?”

He kissed her head in reply, for no words could ever ease the pain of knowing that a child, a sweet, innocent baby, would never even have a chance at life.

“I wish I could hear their voices one last time.”

“Me too, I want to hear them and see their faces. But maybe it’s better this way – at least the last memory we’ll have of them is of them smiling and being happy.”

“It’s not fair.”

And she was right. They had just gotten married – this was supposed to be the beginning of the rest of their lives, but instead it was being ripped away from them. It wasn’t fair, none of this was fair.

Sleep came fairly quickly to Y/N that night, the panic attack from earlier and the endless tears tiring her out and rapidly lulling her into a deep sleep. Jungkook, however, could not say the same. His eyes were wide open and mind running a million miles an hour despite the moonbeams piercing through the curtains long ago. Tears had become a constant companion since the news of the asteroid was released, but usually he was able to contain them enough to not disturb Y/N.

Today was different though.

The fatigue of his extreme exertion, seeing Y/N in her state of hysteria, and having to accept the fact that they would never see or hear from their families again was just too much. This whole time he had done everything he possibly could to stay strong for Y/N – she needed him now more than ever and if he broke too then there would be no one to look after her. But Jungkook was human too, and there was only so much he could take.

He untangled himself from her arms as he felt a bout of sobs clawing through his chest, crawling up his throat and threatening to destroy the sanctity of the little bubble that he had built for Y/N. He stumbled into the bathroom and closed the door gently behind him, sliding to the ground and leaning against the bathtub. He brought his knees firmly to his chest as his hands gripped his hair fiercely, curling tightly into a ball as he tried to contain the cries that ravaged his lungs, ready to vanquish his very existence.

It hurt.

Knowing that their world was ending was painful, but knowing that he would never be able to see Y/N again, never touch her again and never hear her voice again… it was excruciating. It felt as though every atom from his being was being ripped away, slowly, slowly, until all that was left was a memory of the person he once used to be. He kept a brave face on for Y/N's sake, but the truth is that he was absolutely petrified of what was to come.

How do you even cope with knowing that your planet was simply going to cease to exist one day and there was nothing you could do about it? They don’t teach you things like this in school, nor in one of those self-help books that seem to be lining all the shelves. This was something that was supposed to stay within the realms of science fiction, yet here it had come, seeping through the pages of books and manifesting itself into a grim reality.

They were all going to die, and that was the cold, hard truth.

It was still dark outside when Y/N awoke, the digital clock on the bedside table flashing a stark 03:27. Her breath stilled as her hand searched in futile for the warmth that had been comforting her, any trace of body heat dissipating long before her eyes fluttered open. The spell of calmness Jungkook had put her under quickly disappeared, adrenaline racing through her veins as the fears in her mind exploded exponentially.

The wooden flooring scraped her knee as she lurched out of bed, eyes searching in the dark for her beacon of hope. Her lip began quivering in defeat, unable to see the figure of the one person she was looking for, until her ears picked up soft sobs coming from the direction of the bathroom. Her hands slowly pushed the door open, moonlight filtering through the small window and illuminating the shadow of the boy that looked so small and shattered that Y/N hardly recognised him at all.

“Kookie…” She breathed, relieved that her lover hadn’t vanished, but fearful of his fragile state of mind.

She gently sat down beside him, taking his hands in hers and resting his head on her shoulder, much like her had done to her earlier that day.

“It’s okay,” she whispered, perhaps more to herself than to her husband.

His arm gripped tighter to her shirt, pushing his head further into her chest. Her clothes were soaked with his tears but she didn’t care, all that mattered was that Jungkook was hurting and she needed to be there for him. He didn’t need to tell her what he was thinking – his shaking body made it obvious enough what was troubling him. The two of them remained on the cold floor of the bathroom that night, only the sound of muffled sobs and gentle we’ll be okay’s breaking the silence. It was only when the auburn hues of dawn mingled with the golden radiance of the illuminating rays that they moved from their positions, bones creaking as they stretched out after a night of confinement.

This time it was Y/N's turn to carry Jungkook's limp body through the day, gentle fingertips massaging his scalp as the cool water counteracted the heat that was far too searing for this early in the morning. He was more reactive than her, at least, cooperating with her requests of moving his body so she could dry and dress him. He had somewhat returned to his usual self once she had gotten some food in him, wisps of a faint smile painting his lips as she pressed soft kisses to his face – neither his forehead, cheeks, nose, nor lips escaping the flurry of her love, reminding him that no matter what, they would get through this.

A quick nap had replenished much of the energy that had been spent last night pondering their unforeseen future, the anger from the past week slowly shifting to acceptance, a serene sense of peace overcoming them now that they had come to terms with the truth.

“Kookie.”

“Hmm?” Jungkook responded, fingers continuing to stroke her hair as she propped herself up on his chest, their legs entwined together just like their hearts.

“Let’s go somewhere.” He stilled momentarily, eyes opening to look at the face above him.

“Go where?”

“Somewhere beautiful.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to cry anymore. I don’t know how much longer we have left, but I do know that whatever time we do have, I want to spend it seeing as much beauty as I can. There is so much this world has to offer, and I want to remember it all.”

“Is there anywhere in particular you have in mind?” Jungkook replied, his heart warming at seeing his wife slowly returning to her former disposition.

“Mmh,” she nodded. “Let’s go to the park.”

***

They began their walk after the sweltering humidity of the afternoon had died down, a subtle breeze providing some relief from the sweat that caused their clothes to cling to their bodies. Not a single person had crossed their path on their journey, the world seemingly so still and barren of life.

It really did feel like they were the only people left in the world.

Their time at the park was spent sat on the swings, reminiscing on when they were younger and how carefree they were, memories of effortless laughter and flushed cheeks flooding their thoughts. It was strange, being in a park and not hearing the screams of little children as they ran around, their sweet voices sending jolts of happiness through anyone that was blessed enough to hear them. The gentle swinging on the swings left the breeze sweeping through their hair, fluttering through the air as their feet broke free from the confines of gravity.

“Do you remember how we talked about getting married and having kids on like our first date?” Y/N asked, turning to the side to face Jungkook.

“Yeah, our friends always thought we were weird for that.” He chuckled.

“It was pretty strange thinking back on it now, but it just seemed so natural back then. After meeting you, I just knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you and start a family.”

“I felt the same way, and I think that’s what freaked my friends and family out the most. I had never considered the idea of settling down and having a family, so you can imagine their shock when I started blabbering to everyone about how you were the one and that I wanted to marry you as soon as possible even though we had just started dating.”

“It probably helped that we were friends first though.”

“That’s true, I think they would’ve slapped me if I started saying all that stuff about someone I had just met.”

“I would’ve slapped you regardless to be honest.”

“Ouch. Why must you hurt me so?”

“I'm your wife, I have privileges.”

“Whatever.”

“Jungkook,” she started again after a few moments of silence. “Do you wish that we had gotten married earlier?”

“Hmm, I'm not sure. Do you?”

“Sometimes. I know that waiting until we were older and financially stable was sensible, but I can't help but thinking about what if we had just gotten married back then instead of waiting for eight years. We could’ve had children by now.”

“Is this something you’ve thought about before, or in light of recent events?”

“Option two.”

“Well, even if we did get married years ago, I don’t think we would’ve had a baby until around this time anyway.”

“Why not?”

“Well we would’ve still been too young to bring a life into this world and raise them. We had to finish university and then find a job to support ourselves, how could we have looked after another human being when we could hardly look after ourselves?”

“We would’ve found a way. I know that we would’ve loved the baby no matter how difficult things were.”

“I have no doubt about that, but we both know that things would be very different if we had done that.”

“Yeah, I know. We definitely made the right decision, but I can't help but wonder what if? You know that having children was the one thing I wanted the most in this world, but now I'm never going to have that.”

Maybe in another life, Jungkook thought, knowing too well how the thought of not being given the chance to have children was the thing that was hurting her the most. Maybe in another life, the universe will be fair and we will have the family that we always dreamed of.

Feeling their words starting to weigh down the air on their shoulders, Jungkook quickly changed the topic, bring up a story that never failed to make the two of them smile.

“Hey Y/N, do you remember the day we first met?”

***

It had been their first year of university, the magic of leaving home and gaining independence quickly wearing off after the truth of student life came crashing down around them. Y/N had been rushing to her next lecture when a certain someone had quite literally swept her off of her feet, throwing her to the ground as her belongings flew into the air. Jungkook had been too occupied whilst talking to his friends, so busy with walking backwards and making animated hand gestures that he didn’t notice Y/N walking past, resulting in him accidentally whacking her in the face and knocking her down, making her nose bleed and almost giving her a concussion.

He had felt so guilty in that moment, looking towards his friends who were equally as shocked in hopes that one of them would tell him what to do. The blood had continued to flow from her now horrifically bruised nose, dripping onto her white shirt and painting the expanse into a brilliant vermillion sky. Apologies continuously sputtered from Jungkook's mouth as he helped to carry her to the nurse, cowering from the woman’s angry stare after retelling the tale of Y/N's injuries. Once the nurse had patched her up and made sure that there were no serious injuries, Y/N was free to go, with Jungkook insisting on helping her back to her room.

He gave her his number and told her to contact him at any time if she needed something, even if it was in the middle of the night. He even offered to pay for any painkillers that she needed to take, but she vehemently refused. Being the type of person that she was, she didn’t like taking favours from people, so in her eyes Jungkook taking her to the nurse and bringing her back home was more than enough.

Still, Jungkook continuously asked to take her out for lunch or dinner or just anything to make up for whacking her in the face, although Y/N declined each time as she didn’t want to bother him any more than she already had. But Jungkook was persistent, and he wanted to make up for hurting her so badly, no matter how long it took to get her to agree. She repeatedly told him that he didn’t need to apologise so much or feel guilty since it was an accident – he didn’t intentionally hurt her so she had no reason to be angry at him, but he begged her to let him do just one thing for her so he could stop feeling so guilt-ridden.

Realising that Jungkook really did feel horrible about this, she agreed to go out with him for lunch once the swelling had gone down, the two of them meeting a couple of weeks after at the Italian restaurant on the other side of campus that was equally as delicious as it was student-budget-friendly. Having a conversation that didn’t revolve around Y/N's injury for the first time, they realised that the two of them actually had a lot in common, leading to the start of them talking more frequently, and with Y/N quickly sliding into Jungkook's friendship group like she had been there right from the beginning.

They very quickly became best friends, becoming closer and closer over the next few months and sharing almost everything about themselves to each other. So when the time came for them to finally announce to everyone that they had started dating, it was no surprise to anyone. Their family had practically adopted the other soon after being introduced to them, so when they found out that they were in a relationship they couldn’t have been more ecstatic.

Their first proper date as a couple was spent sitting in the Italian restaurant they had gone to that first time, talks of settling down and starting a family occurring soon after the starters had arrived. With anyone else that conversation wouldn’t have taken place, and even if it did then it would’ve been nothing but forced and full of empty promises. But with them, there was nothing but genuine desire for commitment.

Whether soulmates existed or not they didn’t know, but the one thing they did know for certain was that there was no one in the world that was more perfect for them. It was as if when the universe created them, they had been made together – two pieces of a puzzle that fit so perfectly together that there was never any fear of falling apart.

So much had happened in the past eight years – with graduation becoming a reality that came true too soon, to friends scattering around the globe in pursuit of their dreams. There had been a few years that saw vast oceans and distant time zones between Jungkook and Y/N, but no matter how much physical distance was between them, their hearts always beat in tandem. They had figured out a routine, with Jungkook waking early and Y/N staying up late in order to catch a glimpse of the other’s face before quickly whispering a sweet good morning/ good night and waiting patiently until the next day to repeat the dance they had so quickly perfected, the few moments of seeing each other being worth the sleepless nights and the constant heartache.

Jungkook had managed to find a job in the same city as Y/N last year, his arrival back home leading to their long overdue engagement soon after. It had been simple, with Jungkook taking Y/N out for a late night picnic under the stars before asking her the question that had never been a matter of if, but only a matter of when. The next year had been spent juggling between work, planning the wedding, and finding the home they could call their own, and though it had been hectic and incredibly stressful, every moment had been worthwhile and full of laughter, knowing well that it would all be worth it once they finally said their vows and started the rest of their lives together.

A lot had happened over the past eight years, but they were definitely the best years of their lives.

***

The TV hummed back to life late one night, the sorrowful voice of the reporter calling them from the kitchen into the living room, a space that now felt far from containing life.

“-we have just now received reports that NASA’s DART mission has failed. Although the on-board autonomous targeting system successfully aimed itself at the asteroid, the spacecraft that was supposed to strike the asteroid did not manage to reach high enough speeds to change its course. Whilst the team are continuing to collaborate with international groups to figure out what went wrong and send out another mission, it is uncertain whether this second, and most likely final, attempt will bring good news.”

No tears were shed at the arrival of the news this time, just acknowledgment as the two of them looked each other in the eyes and gave a small smile. Their slumber was cut short less than a week later, the voice of the TV carrying into their bedroom with a truth that pierced into their skin like a searing blade, the two of them laying in silence as the finality of the reporter’s last words bled through their ears.

“The asteroid is accelerating at a rate much faster than predicted. We have one week left.”

One week.

One week left to do everything they’d ever wanted.

One week left to spend time with each other.

One week left before they cease to exist.

Just one week.

***

They arrived at the forest whilst the sun was still on its upwards ascent, the cool morning air fluttering through their clothes, as if it was carrying their scent up into the heavens, immortalising them in the sky that would continue long after they breathed their last breaths. Everything was so quiet around them, like even nature was aware of the occurrences that were to unfold.

They were in awe of the beauty around them, and when Y/N glanced up to see the sunlight filtering through the leaves, she couldn’t help but tear up. The sky used to be her safe space, the one thing she could always look up at to make her feel at ease, but now every time she looked up to the sky, all she felt was fear and resentment.

Even her love of the sky was taken away from her, and she hated it.

She hated how one by one everything and everyone she had ever loved and cared about was slowly being ripped away, until one day there would be nothing left.

Jungkook saw her progressively drifting away into her fears, eyes glistening as they continued staring through the foliage and at the floating clouds. Everything looked just like it always had, but nothing was the same. He quickly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her ear close to his beating heart to help ground her and bring her back.

“It’s okay, we’ll be okay.” He repeated, again and again like a chant, perhaps hoping that if he said it enough times it would come true.

Once calmed down they resumed their walk, stumbling upon a stream an hour or so later, the two of them dipping their toes in shallow water. It was mesmerising, watching the water ripple as the wind caressed it and the fish swam against the flow.

“What are you thinking?” Jungkook questioned, noticing the furrowed brows on Y/N's face.

“Do you think they know? That the world is going to end, I mean.” She responded, feet swirling in the water as tiny splashes landed on her legs.

“I think so, animals have very strong intuition.”

“I don’t think any amount of intuition could predict an asteroid flying into a planet.”

“No, but I'm sure they know that something is wrong. It probably explains why we hardly see animals anymore – the asteroid is so magnetic that it’s probably messing with Earth’s natural forces and they can sense it.”

“Why are they still swimming then?” She wondered. “What's the point if they know that they're going to die?”

“We all have to die someday, some just earlier than others. It’s harder for us to come to terms with that because we’re humans and we perceive time so differently to other animals, but it’s all just relative. We’re born, we live, and then we die. And it’s ironic really, but death is the only certainty in life. There's no guarantee that you'll be born once you're conceived, only that one day you'll die. And whether that’s still in the womb, shortly after birth, or even a hundred years later, we all face the same fate.”

“What's the point in existing then? Why bother?”

“Why not?” He countered. “There doesn’t always have to be some extravagant reason for being alive, just the fact that you are is more than enough. Sure, our particular end isn’t something we ever thought it would be, but it is what it is. We just have to accept it.”

“How are you so calm about this? Aren’t you afraid?”

“Of course I am, I'm absolutely terrified. But as someone wise once told me, ‘don’t be so angry at the world, the only person you'll hurt is yourself’.”

“What idiot told you that?” She scoffed.

“You did.” She looked at him in confusion, face scowling at the missing memory.

“Do you not remember? You told me that years ago and it’s something I've held on to ever since.”

“Oh yeah,” she said as her words started coming back to her. “I told you that after you injured your leg and had to drop out of athletics. You were so angry back then.”

“I know, it was awful. I loved athletics so much but I had to quit just as I was about to compete in nationals. I hated the world for being so harsh and I was so angry and bitter all the time.”

“That was not a fun time. I was so worried about you.”

“I know, I still feel bad for everything I put you through. But what you said to me, it really changed my perspective. I’d always had quite the temper, taking it out on other people and the world when things didn’t go the way I wanted them to, but you were right in that being angry at the world was doing nothing but hurting myself. What's happened has happened and no amount of screaming and crying is going to change that, so the best thing to do is to accept it and figure out where to go from there.”

“I'm surprised you still remember that.”

“I told you, it helped me more than you know. You must’ve noticed how much I mellowed out after that.”

“That’s true, you weren’t such an angry young man all the time.”

“It’s the only way I'm able to stay relatively sane throughout this whole mess. The asteroid is coming and no amount of crying and anger is going to change that. We might as well just try and enjoy what time we do have left and be grateful that we at least got an advance warning.”

“If only eighteen year old Kookie could hear you now, he would be shocked.”

“I think he would be more shocked at knowing that he married you to be honest. He’d probably faint from joy.”

“Mmh. Regardless of how messed up everything is, I'm glad I have you Kookie.”

“I'm glad I have you too Y/N.”

***

The next trip was to the beach, the salty air infiltrating their nostrils and the sand somehow managing to find its way into crevices they didn’t even know existed. Seeing an empty beach despite it being the height of summer left a metallic taste in their mouths, the lifeless sight all around them leaving a nauseous feeling crawling in their stomachs.

They turned to choose a spot in the endless sand, eventually settling for the more moist areas nearer the water. The first few hours were spent building a sandcastle kingdom, the sand being the perfect consistency to stick together without external support. Y/N couldn’t help but doubling over in laughter after Jungkook kept trying to make miniature horses to roam around the kingdom, getting more and more frustrated each time he failed and whined like a small child, finally giving in when he realised that despite his artistic prowess, he simply wasn’t able to make them look like anything other than deformed blobs.

The two of them took to the water as the midday heat became overbearing, moaning in relief as the cool water soothed their reddening skin. Y/N quickly took residence on Jungkook's back, saying that it was because she didn’t like the seaweed touching her, though they both knew that the real truth was that she was afraid that he would disappear, drifting off to sea and leaving her all alone. He soon turned her around so their foreheads were pressed against each other, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as her arms perched on the back of his neck.

“This reminds me of our honeymoon.” He muttered as he took a deep breath in, her ocean infused scent rushing into the air in his lungs, diffusing through his body and taking root in every fibre of his being.

“Me too, it was so much fun.”

“The water was so nice at that beach, it was so clear and warm.”

“It felt like a dream, honestly. It was magical.”

“I wish we could go back and stay there forever. Just the two of us there, always in that blissful honeymoon phase.”

“We’d get bored of it eventually though wouldn’t we?” She questioned, fingers brushing the wet strands of hair out of Jungkook's eyes.

“I don’t think I could ever get bored of you.” He whispered on her lips, such a slight touch, but full of so much love.

“I don’t think I could ever get bored of you either.” She whispered back, the two of them momentarily transported back to a time and place where everything was as perfect as it could be.

Maybe they should have realised back then that something was going to happen, for the universe was never one to be so kind as to give so much happiness without taking something in return.

Their return to the shore saw a rush of fingertips scrambling to find the prettiest of shells or sea glass to gift to their lover, a declaration of affection so full of the innocence that their love encompassed that not even the waves could resist taking part in it, parting as their footsteps trod closer to the edge, revealing its trove of treasures that it had so preciously hidden from the world.

But no matter how much they tried to distract themselves with the fun of playing in the sand and sea, there was the constant knowledge that no matter how many times they tried to engrave their names in each grain of sand, it would never be enough.

Their world was ending, and one day soon they would simply cease to exist.

The onset of the cool evening air prompted the pair to make their way back home, thankful that with the masses abandoning the city to try and return to their hometowns, the streets within the city had almost been emptied, allowing at least some usage of the car. As they approached the edge of the beach they spotted a family with young children, playing in the sand as if there was nothing to fear. Deciding to go up to them, Jungkook and Y/N were greeted with big smiles as they introduced themselves.

“It’s been so long since we saw anyone else, it was really starting to feel like we were the only ones left in the city.” The mother declared, eyes darting to make sure her children didn’t hurt themselves as they ran off to play in the sand.

“Most people left within the first few days so we probably are one of the few ones left to be honest.” Jungkook answered, eyes softening at seeing Y/N smile as the two siblings ran as fast as their little feet could carry them to the sea to collect water in their buckets.

“How old are they?” Y/N asked, sight still trained on the children.

“Two and four. It was supposed to be their birthdays in a few weeks’ time.” The father smiled bitterly, taking his wife’s hand and faintly pressing it to his lips.

“Do… do they know?” Y/N questioned wearily, fingers subconsciously grasping for Jungkook's arm to balance her wavering body.

“No, we just told them everyone was on holiday so that we could celebrate their birthdays early. We didn’t want their last days to be full of fear, we wanted them to be happy for as long as they possibly could.”

They silently bid the family goodbye after that, Jungkook taking Y/N away as she started tearing up again, sobbing repeatedly as she kept looking back with “they're just children, they don’t deserve this.”

Nightmares haunted her throughout the day, leaving her trapped in her thoughts as the sounds of thousands of screaming children plagued her mind. She kept trying to go to them, to calm them down and tell them that everything would be okay, but no matter how much she lied she would never be able to save them. No matter how hard she tried, the outcome was always the same. These sweet, innocent children that had never even been given a chance at life were already having it ripped away, snatched before they even managed to grasp at its strings, and for what? Because the universe had decided to play the cruellest joke of them all?

It wasn’t fair.

She had never been a believer of blissful ignorance, but if it meant that those children could spend their last days in peace, she would spin an intricate web of lies if she could, cocooning them in her embrace and protecting them from the harsh realities of the world that they were far too pure for.

***

The night before that day arrived all too soon, and Jungkook and Y/N spent every second they could with each other, knowing far too well that after tomorrow there would be nothing. The soft moonlight flooded their bedroom as it shifted through the curtains, caressing their skin with the soft touch of a mother, kissing her children a final goodbye. Their peaceful breaths as they lay huddled beneath the covers was the only sound that resonated throughout their home, Y/N snuggling up to Jungkook as her nose nuzzled his neck.

“You smell so nice.” She hummed, burrowing deeper, deeper into his heart.

“You always say that but you never actually tell me what I smell like.”

“Hmm…” She pondered, formulating the words that had sat at the tip of her tongue for so many years, just waiting to be set free and lay home in the heart of the soul they truly belonged in. “You smell like vanilla – sweet, and always so comforting.”

But it was more than just that.

Every time she smelled his scent she automatically felt so safe and warm and full of love. He made her feel as though she could conquer the world, and with Jungkook by her side, she probably could. He made her feel alive, and whenever she was with him – she was home.

They didn’t try and hide their tears from one another, instead, Jungkook kissed the dew drops from the corners of her eyes, wiping away her pain and replacing it with a temporary promise of security.

“Sleep, my princess. I love you so much.”

“As I do you, my prince.”

They woke up early the next morning, and even though the world was utterly silent and the air the heaviest it had ever felt, the two of them were oddly at peace. They had finally come to accept what was to happen, and they were just grateful that despite it all, at least they had each other and would be by each other’s side until the very end.

They had dressed in their finest clothes, eyes glistening as they lay out a multitude of quilts and pillows in front of the living room window, the perfect position to view the sky and feel the sunrays seep through their skin for the very last time.

“Will it hurt?” Y/N asked, holding onto Jungkook a little tighter as they buried themselves further into the warmth of the duvets around them.

“No, my dear. You won't feel a thing.” He muttered against her cheek, feeling the heat radiating from her skin.

“I'm glad, I don’t want you to be in pain.” Jungkook smiled solemnly at her words, for even at a time like this she thought of others before herself.

“You know,” she whispered, for the words that were to be spoken were not for the universe to hear – they did not deserve to witness such words of the love they were taking away too soon – they were for the ears of her love and her love alone. “There are many things that I regret in my life. People I wish I had kept in touch with, opportunities I wish I had taken, choices I wish I hadn’t made, but there is one thing that no matter what happens, I will never regret – and that is you. Every moment in my life and every choice I have ever made brought me to you, and for that I will always be grateful. The world may be ending, but I will never stop loving you. I will love you, now and in every lifetime – for all eternity.”

“And I will love you, for you are my soulmate and the very reason I breathe. I will always find you, my love, now, and for all eternity.”

They lay entwined in each other’s arms, never once looking away from their love before them as they took in as much of each other as they could, perhaps hoping that if they looked long enough the image would be imprinted in the back of their eyes.

The air rang with the sounds of impact all around them, the ground shaking beneath them as the world slowly fell apart; pillars of ash rising to the heavens as towers of fiery flames engulfed the sky.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. We were promised an eternity, you and I, together until the end of time – but I guess forever wasn’t as long as we thought it was. This was supposed to be the beginning of the rest of our lives, but instead, this is it.

This is the end.

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Love, Bed And Breakfast - 4

No visual this time, sorry :-*

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

The ambulance arrived shortly after. Though the EMTs checked you out and said that it seemed like you were alright, they insisted on taking you to the hospital. Harry grabbed your stuff and his and followed.

You stared at him. “What are you doing?”

“I’m coming with you.”, he said, like it was obvious.

“No. No, you’re not.”, you gave back, already embarrassed enough.

Harry was about to reply when the EMT turned to him and asked: “Excuse me, sir, but are you related to her?”

“Well, no, but… I saved her.” Harry’s green eyes were huge, begging.

The other guy shrugged. “And as noble as that was that doesn’t qualify you to ride with us.”

Harry’s jaw tightened, his eyes growing darker. “Fine, I’ll get a cab then.”

You shook your head. “That’s really not necessary, Harry. I’m fine. They’ll do a quick check-up and then I’ll take a cab home, where I will take a shower and go straight to bed.”

“But-“, Harry protested.

“I. Don’t. Need. You.”, you emphasized every word.

You could see the effect your words had on him and you didn’t like it, but it was necessary. You had had enough embarrassment for one day.

“Fine.”, he growled, tossing your stuff at you, before turning on his heel and walking back to his friends.

The last thing you saw, before the EMTs closed the doors of the ambulance, was one of the girls attaching herself to Harry’s arm, trying to comfort him.

The hospital was a breeze, after a few tests, which your travel insurance luckily covered, they let you go, just telling you to drink lots of fluids and get some rest. As you stepped outside, looking around for a cab, you noticed a figure standing across the street. They were leaning against a lamp post, shades covering their eyes, arms crossed over their chest. You sighed. Rolling your eyes, you waved him over.

There was that grin you had grown to know so well over the past few days.

“What are you doing here?”, you asked, exhausted.

The adrenaline was dying down and you finally realized you had just almost died, leaving you with an aching head, lungs that felt like sandpaper and exhaustion so deep you were ready to fall asleep right here, right now.

Harry smiled. “You didn’t think I’d really leave you alone, did you?”

You wanted to say something sarcastic, but you could barely keep yourself upright, so you settled on a ‘Hmph.’

Harry shook his head, as he waved down a taxi. “You’re really stubborn, you know that?”

“Mmh.”, you made, your vision starting to blur.

“Hey, you okay?”, you heard Harry’s voice through the fog, that was lulling you into unconsciousness.

“So. Tired.”, you muttered.

You felt your legs give out, but couldn’t do anything about it. You fell against something hard, probably the sidewalk, but it didn’t really hurt and you didn’t really care.

The next time you woke up you were lying in your bed in your rented holiday home. You had no recollection of how you’d gotten here, though you thought there were a few shreds of memory. Green eyes filled with concern looking at you, a deep voice saying you’d be fine, Harry…carrying you in his arms. Frowning you stared at the ceiling, not sure if any of that was real. Probably had been a dream, you decided. Though you still had no clue how you’d gotten here. Your head felt a bit better, but your throat was as dry as the Outback. Groaning you sat up.

“Oh thank God, you’re awake.”, a voice said from right beside you.

You nearly fell out of the bed, but an arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you back. Your head whipped to the side, to the source of the voice and sure enough, Harry was sitting there against the headboard, thankfully wearing a shirt, but looking entirely too comfortable in YOUR bed.

“Woah there. Take it easy.”, he warned, all humor gone from his face.

Ok, this concerned Harry was probably even more nerve-wrecking than obnoxiously happy Harry. Your heart was racing and you didn’t know if it was still the shock or just that he was so close… and his arm was still around your waist.

You opened your mouth to say something, but your throat was too dry. All that came out were some rasping sounds.

“Oh, hold on.”

Harry let go of your waist. Instead he leaned over you, crowding you against the headboard. He grabbed something off the bedside table and handed it to you. A glass of water. Your cheeks were bright red, you were sure.

You took a few sips, with Harry watching you intently.

“Stop staring.”, you grumbled.

He cracked a smile. “Just making sure you don’t pass out again. Drink up. The doctor said you need lots of fluids. And before you ask, no, alcohol doesn’t count. I asked.”

You stared at him, too many questions chasing around your head.

“Wh-, but…, I… What?”, you stuttered.

Harry sighed. “You passed out on the sidewalk right outside the hospital so I brought you back in, making sure you were ok. The doc said it was just exhaustion and that I just needed to get you home and to bed and give you lots of fluids and that you’d be ok. Which was easy to say for him, seeing as he wasn’t the one who had to carry you… no offense.”, he added, seeing your brows furrowing.

“Right.”, you muttered, looking away from him.

That was when you noticed that you weren’t wearing your sundress anymore but your Disney PJs. Your eyes widened.

“How did I get into my pajamas, Harry? And you better think long and hard about the consequences of your answer.”, you shrieked, which hurt your throat, but you didn’t care. This was a shrieking situation.

Now it was on Harry to turn red. “I just thought you’d be more comfortable in your PJs. I didn’t look, I swear. Not much, at least.”

“Ugh.”, you made, putting the glass back down on the bedside table.

Then you threw back the covers and got up. The room span for a moment, your knees wobbling. But Harry was right there, taking your elbows and helping you sit back down.

“Careful.”, he told you.

Once again your heart jumped at his touch. Every nerve stood on edge, sending electricity through your entire body. Ok, not good!

You shook him off and got up again. “Stop it! I don’t need your help.”

Walking away from the bed the spinning calmed down and you made your way towards the bathroom. In the next moment Harry was in front of you though, blocking your way.

“Hold on. Where do you think you’re going?”, he asked, holding up his hands.

“The bathroom. I need a shower.” You tried pushing him aside, but he wouldn’t budge.

“What if you collapse in the shower and drown? I can’t let you take a shower by yourself.”

I stared at him. “But you definitely won’t take a shower WITH me, buddy!”

Harry, realizing what he’d just said, turned the color of a tomato and bit his lip.

“That’s not-“

You used his moment of insecurity to push past him, diving into the bathroom and slamming the door behind you, locking it.

“Fine!”, Harry yelled, “But if you drown don’t come back to haunt me. There’s only so many times you can tempt fate.”

You rolled your eyes, stripped out of your pajamas and stepped into the shower. Hot water streamed over you, making you shiver. You hadn’t realized how cold you’d been.

“You okay?”, Harry called through the door.

You groaned. “Yes! Now go away.”

It was quiet for a few minutes. Then: “Still okay?”

You wanted to bang your head against the wall, but the noise might have made Harry break down the door.

What had you gotten yourself into?

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ladybuvelle · 7 years

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The Trial

The loud ‘thunk!’ of the young boy’s long stick as it hit the floor of the colorful bridge was nearly lost against the noisy sounds of people around them during the festival. Some of the orphan children had gathered together with the local children, and as was proper they had decided to share the many games they knew. Some sat aside and played with marbles. Some chased firebugs on the edge of the shallow river. But the ones on the busy bridge were playing a game as old as time; pretend.

The boy with the stick stood mightily on his end of the bridge, his chest and arms puffed out as if he bore anything resembling muscles. The shortest boys often had the fieriest personalities to compensate.

“|I am Elder Randuin!|” the local boy spoke at nearly a yell, trying to pitch down his voice to that of a grown man’s - to questionable success. He raised his stick as if it were an ornately carved greatstaff, looking to the skies and gesturing with his open hand grandly. “|These brave souls seek to pass the Trial of Distinction, and the Stars tonight may bare witness to their failures and successions!|”

“... |Do any of ya understand what he’s sayin’?|” a boy on the other end spoke in a stage whisper to those beside him. “|Somethin’ ‘bout Stars n’ stuff. I think.|” answered a snappy girl.

Sona tilted her head, eyes up to a corner in the ‘elder’s’ direction. She was arguably the most learned among them when it came to language - ironically - but the local boy’s dialect and vocabulary couldn’t help but surpass her. A small, humble education couldn’t compare to a city kid. Even his yukata looked so much finer.

When you’re a child though it isn’t money that matters. Not usually, or at least not to the orphan children since none of them had any money anyway. It’s skills that matter the most. If you’re the fastest runner, or tall enough to reach the high shelf, or if you can climb trees and ropes with just your hands and arms, or if you can yell so loud it shakes the ground, or have a good nose for mushrooms and roots; these are the things that count most. Skills and talents.

Even this city kid’s game would be about skill and talent; if only just in a pretend environment. Most people knew, even children, that to become an Elder you had to go through various trials. The Trials of Distinction. Yet the children, even most people, didn’t exactly know what those trials entailed. And so, they would have to be made up for the sake of the game at hand.

“ 君!” the ‘elder’ shouted, pointing his ‘staff’ at one of the taller boys in the line-up of orphans. The tall boy stood at attention before stepping forward.

The ‘elder’ tapped his stick to the bridge again before tossing up its length to catch it toward the lower end, giving him a more dramatic way to point to the bridge’s railings. They kept people from falling off, of course, and were flat along top with a slight curve that followed the curvature of the bridge itself. Each end houses an ornately carved and molded lantern stand that currently had the attention of a few moths here and there. Sona could guess what the boy had intended for this first ‘trial’, and already her brows began to crinkle with worry.

“|From that end|” the young boy pointed from one to the other, |to its opposite. You must walk across the edge without falling. It’s a trial of Balance.|”

“|I don’t think ‘Balance’ is literal like that...|” one of the other kids mumbled. But again, it all came down to skills in the end. The fastest or the strongest or the quickest wit; or in this case, the best sense of balance. This particular test of skill, however, was a very risky one. The bridge was rather high compared to the low ground of the shallow river below. If he fell over toward the water, it wouldn’t be deep enough to break his fall.

But the game was on, and the boy’s spirit burned with sudden purpose. He was tall enough to easily climb onto the starting end without help and stood upright with little trouble. The other children already began cheering for him.

“|You can do it!!|” “|Good luck! Good luck!!|”

Sona clapped her hands instead, since she couldn’t shout with the others. Maybe it would turn out ok. If anything it was exciting to watch.

The boy began making his way along the edge, arms out to help balance himself, but as soon as he took his first few steps up the slope his body began to waver. The more he looked down, the more unsure his steps became. By half-way he had slowed to very small, careful steps. It wasn’t the widest railing to stand on, and some parts felt oddly loose or soft underfoot.

“|I can do this...|” he said to himself, trying to bolster his own courage. But his legs were beginning to become unruly things despite his will to continue.

“|You’re barely moving forward anymore, you know?|” one of the girls called, unimpressed. “|Come onnnn...!|”

“|Don’t rush him! If he falls-|”

“|It would be very bad|” a voice spoke from behind the children, making them all turn quickly to see who it was. It was a much older man in fine robes with a thick belt tied around his waist. He had an equally finely groomed beard that grew in a single tuft down from his chin, like the kind scholarly men in the picture books they read had. Even his hat was nice, if a bit silly looking. But only important people wore nice and silly hats.

“|Elder Randuin!|” the young boy called out in surprise, about to run across the bridge to meet him and apologize. But the true Elder rose his hand and bade the boy to stay.

“|A trial is taking place here. I can see this.|” the man nodded, gently pushing past the children in his path to reach the nervous boy who had long since stopped walking along the railing and crouched on it to even his weight better. “|You were very brave to come so far, boy. But if you fell, what would become of you?|”

“|I... am I in trouble?|” the boy meekly asked.

“|Trouble?|” the Elder barked a laugh - something the tense children hadn’t expected. “|Nonsense. You haven’t fallen yet, nor have you given up. You’re more than half-way there. See?|”

The boy looked at the remaining distance; a slight slope going downward where his feet could possibly slip if he wasn’t careful. It really wasn’t so bad, but his spirit was all but gone by now in the face of such an important adult.

“|I don’t think I can make it...|” the boy admitted, holding onto the rail with his hands.

“|Are you giving up, then?|” Randuin asked, curious.

“|But if I fall, it’ll hurt a lot.|”

“|True. But then why are you here in the first place, hm?|”

“|U-um... Because...|”

“|I told him to do it!|” the young boy came over, going down on his knees to apologize. “|Forgive me, Elder. I’m sorry! It was just a game...|”

“|Now hold on, I want to hear his answer|” the Elder waved at the young boy who had been pretending to be him - which he honestly found flattering, but for the sake of appearances he wouldn’t let that on too much. “|Because why, boy?|”

“|B-because... um...|” The boy shifted uncomfortably, and even the children waited with baited breath for what had to have been a very important answer.

“|... I wanted to look cool?|”

No one said anything after that for what Sona estimated to be a solid 30 beats. Eventually the highly bemused Elder erupted into a deep, brassy laughter that had him patting his own stomach to try and contain himself. The other children joined in, and the poor boy on the railing was so red he nearly glowed like the firebugs.

“|So then!|” the Elder clapped his hands together once he’d caught his breath a little, “|A trail of ‘coolness’ is it? That’s certainly an important aspect of becoming an Elder! But that said, I haven’t done this particular trial myself... So...|”

Standing upright and proud again, Randuin strode over to the post at the end of the bridge where the boy had been headed and stood near it, stroking his beard to put on airs. “|If you complete this trial, then you’ll have surpassed me most certainly.|”

“|R-really...?|” the boy stammered, shocked at how the Elder had been so accepting of their games. And if it meant he could truly impress him, he was sure he could get his legs to obey again. Carefully he stood with new-found strength, and carefully still he made it down the slope. Even before the very end, Randuin reached out for the boy and lifted him up and off to safety.

“|Well done!|” he praised the boy, and the rest of the children ran over to cheer for his success. Sona was still a bit star-struck by the fact that the Elder was playing with them like this, smiling and admiring the much taller man with near-sparkling blue eyes. What a nice man the Elder had turned out to be.

“|You’ve passed the Trial of Coolness!|” Randuin laughed, patting the child’s back before setting him down properly. “|What’s your name, boy?|”

“|Ryou!|” the boy responded.

“|Ryou? That’s it?|”

“|We don’t have last names|” the snappy girl interjected. “|I’m Mari, and this is Subara, and Sona, and Nanase.|”

“Ah... |I see. Pardon my misunderstanding, young ones. I didn’t realize. You’re all so well behaved and spoken I thought you were from the city.|”

Obvious flattery to cover his mistake, but the children ate it up all the same.

“|Ryou, then!|” the Elder clapped his hands, and in a strange and sudden flash a true wooden staff appeared. The children all gasped to see such magic - and the craftsmanship of the staff besides. Truly it was an Elder’s item, inlaid with jewels and carved patterns and a patina that made the wood look ancient and elegant yet well cared for. Curls of plant fiber held jade-colored gemstones in place, as if whatever tree it had grown from had formed around the gems over decades - or perhaps with the influence of another kind of magic in the way some people formed buildings from trees and plantlife.

With his staff in hand, the Elder held it over the boy’s head with an air of great purpose, his expression serious.

“|Ryou. From this day onward, you’ll be known as... Cool Ryou!|”

How anyone could say something so absolutely ridiculous so absolutely seriously was so incredible that the children couldn’t even laugh. It was so silly, and almost lame in a way, but at the same time they ate up the pageantry of it all. Ryou was all but glowing again with embarrassment and pride.

“|Cool Ryou...!|” he repeated.

“|Cool Ryou!|” the snappy girl shouted gleefully.

The nickname stuck for quite a long time, even after they’d all gone back to the orphanage after the festival and the memories of playing pretend with the Elder had begun to lose their charm with time.

#drabble #Power Chord Queue #just a thing I've been writing off and on #as a silly side thing #I tried out this random writing prompt thingy #and I got something like 'have something involving a bridge #and a festival #and focus on characters'#something like that #I never screenshotted it but that was the jist #then this came out XD #young baby Sona doing young baby Sona things #and meeting Elder Randuin off-handedly #who wasn't at all interested in her at the time #OH HOW THINGS CHANGED...#he kicked himself for it later pfft

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From Dust to Dust

*Warning, this story contains a lot of spoilers for the Undertale game. Continue reading if you have played it.

Chapter 4: The Waterfalls

This area changed from snow to a more, greyish stone. A river next to us, this is rather calming. Waterfalls coming down all around us. This would have been a beautiful site to relax. Maybe children would ruin it if they were here with their crying and tantrums. Most likely.

Another one of those sentry posts. Most likely another enemy. What are you looking at? At that flower over there, that blue radiating flower. Why pay so much attention to it? It looks beautiful but something is amiss with it. It could be a talking flower, we had that before. Caution is needed then.

Another box. Indeed. We are going to get our feet wet. Waddle through. There are supports down there in case you fall off. That is considerate for when people are not able to move across safely when the tide is high. I would not worry about that. That is some very tall grass, or is it seaweed? I can hardly see above this. Stop. What? There is somebody above the cliff. There is? I hope this covers me enough. They are waiting for something or somebody. What was that rustling!? They are on our location. Have we been spotted? A magical spear, that looks like a lot of pain. Silent. Very silent. Okay they went away. That was close. Do you still spot them? Negative. Then let’s hasten the pace.

“Yo, did you see the way she was staring at you! That, was awesome! I’m so jealous!”

What is this for malformed dinosaur? It does not even have any arms. “What are you doing here!? Go away somewhere safe or in any case, somewhere else.”

“I want to meet Undyne! The coolest royal guards’ person ever! You are so lucky she considered your direction! Oh, man what I wouldn’t give so she can look at me.”

This thing got a serious case of having an idol. “How about you go away, your safety is not guaranteed here.” Just kill the brat already. No, this is a child I presume. I will not hurt them. Not yet.

“I am not afraid, Undyne will protect us all from the danger my parents told me about! They are such jerks for not letting me search for her. But come on let’s watch her beat up some bad guys!”

And it is off. I get the feeling it does not know that we are the bad guys. Damn you and your morals and honour. You should have killed it when it ran past us. Complain all you want, you cannot change it. I get the feeling the road ahead only gets more difficult.

Crossing over streams and walking past waterfalls. A beautiful walk through nature. These moments are rare sadly enough. Then enjoy it whilst it last. I will, do not worry about that. I hope we can recreate this scenery, such natural beauty.

The Empress will do her best. If not, we hold the key. A deal is a deal. If she delivers what we agreed over I will not hold it back. And if she doesn’t? Depends on how badly she fucks it up. If she damages her new vassals, we can give her a second chance. And what if she stabs us in the back? In that case, I always found her second daughter a more suitable ruler. But she will not stab us in the back, she is too emotional involved to act in such a way. After all, we hold her heart’s desire. Hahaha. Indeed. It always amazes me how much people are willing to do for their emotions. Even die for something they believe in if given the right reasons. You get it.

More plaques. ‘’When four Bridge Seeds align in the water, they will sprout.’’ More puzzles. Isn’t it fun? Come on at least now you can use your brain for once. Do not test me. So, this is what they mean with bridge seeds. Making a bridge to the other side, seems easy enough.

Do you think it can hold us? I hope so. Just easy going. Watch out! Undyne is behind us! What!? Where!? “Aargh.” Hahahahaha, seems like your swimming lessons paid off. Oh, this is incredible. You damned mongrel! I swear if you pull such a damned act again YOU are going to be the one swimming you bastard. It is just a small little swim. At least your reaction time is on point. Fuck off. Fuck off right now. Sorry, but we are bound. Sadly enough.

There is something off with the water. How do you know? The beeping from the device. How and why is my phone making this sound? It is not just a phone; have you not listen to Balance their explanation? That would mean listening to that cold-hearted hag. Fair enough. Let me see. It has already started as we feared. Then let’s finish this.

There are still people here? I expected them all to be gone by now. Maybe they did not want to leave or they simply do not know about it. A mermaid, long flowing hair. That will be a beautiful sight for sore eyes. Just make sure it is not a siren.

“Well hello there my lady, would you please turn around and show me your beauty?” Trying to woo her? I thought you were faithful. You know what split us apart.

“Of course, I will turn around so you can admire my muscles.”

Oh god. It is a man. I didn’t know you swing that way. I do not! I just thought that he would be a beautiful lady. Not a half fish half horse dude.

“It is okay to be stunned by my biceps, after all, admire me all you want.”

Why is he winking at me? Why is he flexing so much!? “There is only one thing that will be admired and that is your dust on the wind! Mph, so much for horse power.” Now that is done, lets continue. There is only path to go. Jump over that gap will you. It is only a meter or even less, no problem. More blue flowers, more caves. A telescope, what is it looking at? Wow, the ceiling just looks like the open sky at night. I miss those careless nights. No use reminiscing over the past, you got a mission to complete. You are correct, after all it is no longer reality.

The flowers, they are wilting. A by-product of our presence. A product of our genocide. Is this a dead end? It can't be. Aha, a false wall. Clever design. Some more signs, what do those say? “A war of humans and monsters.” No matter where we go humanity is always waging war. It is human nature to covet the things others have and hate them simply because they are not the same. Such are the failures of humanity.

“Why did the humans attack? Indeed, it seemed they had nothing to fear. Humans are unbelievable strong. It would take the soul of nearly every monster just to equal the power of a single human soul.” So, either those monsters’ souls are next to worthless or the human souls in this setting are incredible strong. The latter is better for us.

“But humans have one weakness. Ironically, it is the strength of their soul. It powers allow it to persist outside the human body, even after death.” Well that doesn't help us, how many are then contained and outside our control?

“If a monster defeats a human, they can absorb its soul. A monster with a human soul. A horrible beast with unfathomable power.” That sounds like something that might make for a challenge. Or a threat. Maybe they should try stabbing a human with a sharp stick. If their magic isn't strong enough to defeat their soul, then use physical means and ravage their bodies. Doesn't sound all that strange to me. Why use something mundane if you have magic. What is this? This, this is not a creature I would like to meet. It is rather, unsettling.

What happens if we step on that small wooden platform? It moves us forward to the other side, nice. A long bridge, rock pillars far on one side. Perfect place for an ambush. Keeping watch. Above! I knew it! It was too quiet! Run! Damn it is raining spears. The stinging pain, it irritates. Into those bushes. She stopped throwing, we are safe her for now. She is coming into the bushes. Perfect, now we will ambush her. Coming on a bit closer. Why did she stop? Where did that child come from!? Ah damn it, that child ruined the opportunity. There is always next time, let’s leave. The kid is coming. “What do you want!?”

“Yo, did you just see that!? Undyne just, she just, touched me!?” Oh god. Calm down War. Do not do it. “I am never washing my face again! Man, are you unlucky. If you were crouching just a little bit closer. Yo, don't worry! I'm sure we'll see her again!” Can that mongrel not break its neck when it falls. I hoped so. Just end it already! I, I do not want to kill it. You have killed them before, you can do it now. You and your hypocritical morals and values.

Stomping off forwards are we now? There is a table with something on it on your left. Fuck it. Why didn't I take the easy way out, why didn't I just stopped when I could have? Why must I kill even more? Now you must finish what you started. There is a walking fishbowl with a duck inside it in front of you. Damn it to hell. Excellent, you are strangling the creature with your chains. So, this Is good for you, how about this!? A bit excessive to use 15 different chains to rip it apart, but a solid 9 in the art of getting dust everywhere. Well done. It relieves doesn't it, letting out all your anger on somebody or something? You should do it more often.

Interesting option we have now, either get to the other side or go the long route. Go the long route, we must miss nobody. Indeed. This place must have been lively before today. Wherever we step, the flowers stop blooming, the birds stop chirping, the winds no longer blow. Such is the passing of death. Mmh, a couple of slimes. Easily dealt with. It's a peaceful walk though. Another history sign.

“The power to take their souls. This is the power that humans feared.” Well I would also be afraid if I knew my friendly neighbour doggo the dog monster could kill me and devour my soul from my still warm body. But the puzzle pieces are falling into place. The humans waged war on them because they were afraid that the monsters would take their souls, but they failed to see that the monsters were weaker and most likely a lot nicer than them.

Something is missing here. A crossroads. There is something hiding in the corner, lurking in the dark. “So, what do we have here? No answer? Very well.” No resistance. So, uninteresting. So Sans thinks he is sneaky? Always watching from afar. Never acting. “The north room hides a great treasure.” Well that is uninteresting.

More history. “This power has no counter. Indeed, a human cannot take a monster's soul. When a monster dies, its soul disappears.” Like it should do when a being dies. ” And an incredible power would be needed to take the soul of a living monster.” At least those aren't being held from us. “There is only one exception. The soul of a special species called a boss monster. A boss monster's soul is strong enough to persist after death, if only for a few moments. A human could absorb this soul. But this has never happened. And now It never will.” Well I am making sure of that.

The sound of rain. Such a soothing sound. An umbrella stand. It is raining over there, I will take one. Haven't you marched many hours through rain and snow? Yes, but I prefer to stay dry. There you got the child. Prepare yourself.

“Yo, you got an umbrella? Awesome!” Who said that the kid could get under my umbrella. “Let's go.” Stay calm, it is just a child. Wait, you are influencing my mood. Yes, so? Stop it now, I do not need to get artificially angry at this child because of you. “Man, Undyne is sooooooo cool. She beats up bad guys and never loses!” There is a first time for everything. “If I was a human, I would wet the bed every night knowing she was going to beat me up. Ha ha!”

“Oh, in the name of god when will you stop spewing your love for her! If you love and adore her so much why do you not French kiss her down under so she could it feel that love deep in her!?”

“What? If I would be able to even touch her I would be happy for the rest of my life!” Ah this child! They are giving me proper headaches. “So, one time. We had a school project where we had to take care of a flower. The king, we had to call him Mister Dreemurr, volunteered to donate his own flowers. He ended up coming to school and teaching the class about responsibilities and stuff. That got me thinking.” Oh, god it is thinking.” Yo! How cool would it be if Undyne came to school!? She could beat up all the teachers!” Could she also beat up your father’s balls so that there will be no second of you? Help us if it already got a sibling. “Umm, maybe she wouldn't beat up the teachers. She's too cool to ever hurt an innocent person!” The same can't be said of you.

Finally, something nice to look at rather than this yellow misshapen child. A beautiful castle. The king will be there most likely, we got a target. It is a far distance away. Another umbrella stand? I will not keep it with me. A small wall to climb. Nothing too bad. Why is that kind running to the wall? “Yo, this ledge is way too steep. Hmm. Yo, you wanna see Undyne, right? Climb on my shoulders.”

“What, no. I am tall enough to climb it kiddo just step aside. See, nothing to it.” Why didn't you step on its face and break its neck?

“Anyway, I'll look for another way through. Later!” And it is off, I could have carried it to here. How many history signs are there? “The humans, afraid of our power, declared war upon us.” Who would have guessed that with a proper reason to kill somebody, that humans would declare war? “They attacked suddenly, and without mercy.” That sounds like a very familiar plan to me, doesn't it War? “In the end, it could hardly be called a war. United, the humans were too powerful, and us monsters, too weak. Not a single soul was taken and countless monsters were turned to dust.” Hatred has always united humanity against a common perceived enemy.

Another wooden bridge. I can already feel her presence. Run? Run. It caught her by surprise but this is not a logical bridge. The spears coming from the ground aren't helping either. At least you can see where they appear before they strike. This is a problem. This is a dead end. The attacks ended at least. No way but back. Towards her. “You have me cornered Undyne well done, now then let’s have our duel. En Garde!” There are spears coming from above. “What, the bridge. You, you coward fight me aaaaaaaaahhhh!”

All around you are golden fields of wheat and hay, men, women and animals working hard to retrieve this seasons harvest. A bright blue sky with a couple of clouds, some houses scattered around and trees lining up by the sides of the road. You see your siblings and friends play together but you cannot join them as you are the eldest and must help your parents with the harvest. Your father comes to you. He speaks to you about training you on Sunday in shooting with the militia, as you need to learn how to defend your family.

Wake up War! War! Wake up! Huh, what. Where am I? You are in the middle of a garbage dump on a bed of golden flowers which broke your fall a small bit. Is that what happened? It is coming back. Ouch, it hurts. It is logical that it does but you must stand up and continue, lest Undyne finds you and finishes you off. Now that would be a dream. Give me a minute.

So much garbage, so much slugging through it. Garbage, garbage and more garbage. Even a damned dummy. Isn't that dummy like the one in the ruins? Now you say it, it is. It is shaking. It went into the water. Ahead.

“Fool! You think you can get through! I am a ghost that lives inside a dummy. My cousin used to live inside a dummy too until you came along! Not only did you kill them, but also all their neighbours! Despicable. Despicable! DESPICABLE! You're the worst person I've ever met! I've never been madder! Guoooohhhh! My mannequin levels are going off the charts!” It, changed? It changed from an angry dummy to a, normal dummy? “This, this feeling? Eureka. Eureka! EUREKA! Human! That moment of unbridled emotion. It allowed me to fuse with my body! I'm fully corporeal now! My lifelong dream, realized! In return, I guess I won't stomp you. How does that sound?”

“You think this new body or your old one would have changed anything? At least now I do not need to bring out the chains. Goodbye dummy, enjoy your dream whilst it lasts.”

“Wait, can we not be frien-” Blam. Another bullet, another claimed soul. Damned ghosts. Talking about ghosts I have finally got useful information from that ghost from those ruins. Say it. They lived close by in a house, next to them the house of their cousin Happstablook. Nearby is the house of Undyne. I want to see if we can get some more information on this Happstablook. A pink house. How, nice. Force the door? Force the door. Tough door. It finally broke. Ah, this pink is assaulting my eyes. It's their favourite colour for sure. What is this, diaries? Are you going to read them? Yes. That will take too much time! It will not as they see to only write one entry into their diaries, what a waste of paper. Now this is interesting. “Come on Blooky. You know I'd never leave you behind.” This one is also intriguing. “After all, there's no way I can be a star the way I am now. Sorry, Blooky. My dreams can wait for no one.” Are you going to bring that diary with you? Yes, I will. Excellent, playing on their emotions and their feelings of guilt. I cannot stand this room any more.

There is nothing on the right side. There is a rune here. A turtle. “So, we still have somebody here who has not evacuated yet. How come so?”

“Wa ha ha, so you came here. What a treat. So, what have you come in my shop for?”

“I get the feeling you already know what I am here for, yet you are still here. Didn't feel like evacuating?”

“I have lived far too long to be afraid of something like you, but I do not worry. There is somebody out there that will strike you down.”

“Yet she is not able to save anyone it seems as she is never there to protect them. Any last words?”

“With this time we have spoken I might have helped a couple more to evacuate, I am happy with that.”

“In that case close your eyes old timer, and sleep well.” He is correct, this is wasting time. Why so worried? We will get to them one way or another. Ah, the sound of rushing water. Another waterfall. Why are there so many signs here!? Isn't this supposed to be taught in school rather than hang on the wall? Well if it was solely lying in school, we wouldn't know about it.

“Hurt, beaten and fearful for our lives, we surrendered to the humans. Seven of their greatest magicians sealed us underground with a magic spell.” What happened on the surface is not because of magic, correct? Indeed, curious. “Anything can enter through the seal, but only beings with a powerful soul can leave.” We can leave anyway no matter how strong this spell is. I do not think that this spell was created with us in mind. “There is only one way to reverse this spell. If a huge power, equivalent to seven human souls, attacks the barrier it will be destroyed.” Soul magic, a dangerous school. Most likely it requires the equivalent of seven human souls because those seven sacrificed their own lives. At least they didn't murder everybody, sadly enough. “But this cursed place has no entrances or exits.” What is then the hole we fell through. I do not know, maybe that was not discovered when they made those signs? “There is no way a human could come here.” Mhh, seems like it. “We will remain trapped down here forever.”

What is that, thing. It looks like it has some extra chromosomes. It's vibrating. “Hoi, I am TeMmiE!”

“Uhm, hello? What are you? No matter, be gone!” Not so tough. This is one dark cavern. Filled with magic mushrooms. Now, if you want to be kind, let me see the path. There is so little life here, so little sound. They are too successful in their evacuation. You spoke too soon. Seems like the elder brothers of those slimes. No sentience, there is no satisfaction in fighting them. I cannot provoke them; their attacks are far too easy to dodge. Where is Undyne when you want to have a challenge?

Time to get my feet wet. Knee deep, not all too bad. This is far too dark. Another flower. Is it making sound? “Behind you.” Undyne is behind you. “Got a taste for creating tension and suspense, do you? Come on and get it over with.”

“Seven. Seven human souls. With the power of seven human souls, our king, king Asgore Dreemurr, will become a god. With that power, Asgore can finally shatter the barrier. He will finally take the surface back from humanity. And give them back the suffering and pain that we have endured. Understand, Human?”

“Oh, I fully understand Undyne, but humanity brought that suffering and pain upon themselves so you got nothing to worry about. But I guess you want my soul to make the king a god eh?

“Indeed. This is your only chance at redemption. Give up your soul or I'll tear it from your body.”

“Tear my soul from my body!? Ha! I would like to see you try. Now it is you versus me. En Garde!”

“Undyne! I'll help you fight! Yo, you did it mister! Undyne is right in front of you! You've got front row seats to her fight! Wait, who is she fighting?” What for brains does this kid has? “You aren't gonna tell my parents about this, are you?”

What just happened. The kid intervened and got carried away by Undyne. The lights are on now. Strange. At least the path has been revealed. More to read. “However, there is a prophesy. The Angel, the one who has seen the surface, they will return. And the underground will go empty.” This prophecy. Is it talking about us? We do classify as an angel of death yes. And the underground will be empty of monsters after today. So, this prophecy will come true then? One thing is not entirely right, we are not returning to here. We have seen the surface but we have never been down here.

Another wooden bridge. Another ambush I bet. “Yo!” Damn it, it is the kid. Sneaky bastard.

“What do you want kid, hasn't Undyne told you the dangers of being here?” Kill it!

“Yo. Undyne told me to stay away from you.”

“Well maybe you should listen to that advice!”

“She said you, you hurt a lot of people. But, yo, that is not true, right? Yo, why won't you answer me?

“Because that is correct kid. I am a monster, a murderer, a demon and the devil. I am the reaper of lives and the End.”

“Wha, what are you saying? And what is with that weird expression? Oh, oh man. My heart is pounding out of my chest, what would Undyne do? Yo. Y-you'd b-better st-stop r-right where you are.”

“Or what? Do you truly believe you can stop me, even hurt me? I have said so many times to leave, to go back to your parents but no. Now you want to play the hero, face off against the big bad guy right in front of you.

“Well, if you w-wanna hurt any hurt anyone else, you're, you're gonna have to get through me, first.”

“Hahahahaha, hahahahaha! Oh, this is too good to be true. Very well then. How about you DIE THEN! WHAT!?”

“Undyne, you're, you're hurt.”

“Hurt? It's nothing. Next time, listen when I tell you to leave, okay?”

“Undyne, I.”

“I'll take care of this. Get out of here.”

“What, WHAT!? Out of my way! There is no escape, there is no chance! YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE!” BLAM. Finally that brat is gone for good.

“You, you shot them in the back. You humans are all murderers and villains.”

“We are, Undyne, but you see, history is written by the victors. And right now, you are slowly dying from a massive wound and that kid over there is bleeding out to death. You cannot help them, you cannot and could not save them. The wound cannot be healed magically and the bullet is tearing its way through their soul. Do not worry though, it will soon all be over soon. I had hoped that you would have been a challenge, a test to my capabilities. But even Papyrus was stronger than you, even though he never wanted to fight me. Oh well see you later, die easy.” Such a shame. Where is a challenge in this place!?

“Heh. “It's nothing”. No. S-somehow, with just one hit. I'm already. Already.”

“Is “Dead” the word you are looking for, I am surprised you are even capable of standing straight again. Trying to fight? I appreciate the effort but it will be a rather one-sided battle.”

“D-damn it. Papyrus. Alphys. Asgore. Just like that, I, I failed you.”

“Have a good afterlife dust cloud.” War, she is reforming her body. “What, how? This is promising, maybe you are suitable after all.”

“No. My body, it feels like it is splitting apart. Like any instant, I'll scatter into a million pieces. But. Deep, deep in my soul. There is a burning feeling I can't describe.” Get ready to fight. Oh, I am ready. “A burning feeling that WON'T let me die. This isn't just about monsters any more, is it? If you get past me. You'll, you'll destroy them all, won't you? Monsters. Humans. Everyone. Everyone's hopes. Everyone's dreams. Vanquished in an instant. But I WON'T let you do that. Right now, everyone in the world.” That will not be a lot of people. Indeed. “I can feel their hearts beating as one. And we all have ONE goal. To defeat YOU. Human. No, WHATEVER you are. For the sake of the world I, Undyne will strike you down!” Ah this blinding light.

“You're are gonna have to try a little harder than THAT.”

“Oh, do not worry I will, I will. I know something that will up the stakes. If you defeat me, I will give you a human soul that you yourself can use. Only for yourself.” Getting bold are we now? It will not be a problem, she went down in one hit before. This should be easy.

“Challenge accepted human. Consider it mine.”

“Now this is the challenge I wanted! Let's fight! En Garde!” This will be a wondrous conflict. She dodged it? How? This is more of an equal fight than I expected. Aargh. This transformation has really changed her. The chains do not work.

“Ha, you are slow human. You cannot even keep with me old man! Are you the end of the underground, what a joke? You are the soul we need to be free!” We should do our magic. Indeed

“You are a stronger fighter than I am, but you lack experience. Luckily, I can always turn the numbers in my favour. Come on hounds, fight against your former captain.” They will certainly help.

“Using my guardsmen against me, I thought we were having a fair duel to the end! Not this weakness. They will not and cannot stop me. Sorry my friends, but I have to do this.”

She is not fazed. She wiped them aside as if they were leaves. Rather you are strengthening her resolve. Her power increases. Then we need to use desperate measures. “Papyrus, rise and protect me.”

“You dare use him against me!? If I had ever thought you had any chance of redemption, that is over!” Papyrus is preventing her from fighting effective. Excellent.

“I was going to have a fair duel with you on top of that bridge, but since you brought the bridge down with me on top of that, there will be no fair duel.” Let's see what she comes up with next.

“I am sorry Papyrus but this is for the best of everybody!” What is she doing? Watch out!

“So, this, is it? My overconfidence becomes my downfall.” Her magic could hardly hurt me, but this spear, it is made out of steel. I am still but a human. It almost pierced your heart.

“You are strong human. The spear in your guts should be enough to let you bleed to death but I will give you mercy. Another spear to the heart.”

“No! Argh, grg.” The sweet, cold embrace of death Oh, how I have longed for it. Will I finally have peace? Ha! If you think this is the end you are far from right!

“Not dead yet? Stronger than you look then. Rest easy old geezer. Why the laughter!?”

“Hahahaha, you think you have bested us. You have bested War, but I am something else.”

“You, you are a true monster. You are the true villain here! I will strike you down as well!”

“You want to strike me down? Hahahaha, hahahaha! Let me transform and you will see true terror. For I am Slaughter. And you, you are like cattle before the butcher. Fight a companion of death!”

As the battle between Undyne and Slaughter seems further and further away you find yourself in a hell scape. It has been approximately two hours after the sun has risen. Stuck in a trench you have already lost a friend and 18 other fellow soldiers to the morning barrage of explosive shells. The roads and houses that once stood here are long gone. The seas of wheat, trees and hedges have long turned into muddy, blasted death zones. Called No Man's land by the men on the front lines. You must watch over the fields over and through the barbed wires to watch out for enemy movement, whilst trying to hide from enemy sniper fire. You have managed to survive for this long, but you know that one day, one moment, a shell could hit right next to you. Then, it is all over. Never again will you see your family again, never again will you see your home again. This is your home now, a death trap. Fighting for land, fighting for a chance to leave the trenches and land in the caring arms of a lady. Those are mere dreams now. For now, this hell is your reality. You look to the faces of men around you, faces of men who has seen the worst, faces of fresh men that need to learn the hard lessons of the front, faces of men who went into the war with hope and now have nothing more left inside them but fear, desperation and the last glimmering heaps of hope that they will come out alive. The officer orders us to put on the masks, another gas attack incoming.

Standing here doing nothing but watch until the order comes. Their lines have been bombarded for over an hour now. Soon it will be time to charge. It has been several minutes now. The officer stands up and he calls out the order to attack. We all charge forwards, forwards into a storm of lead and steel. Forwards into almost certain death. We lost many but the enemy were weakened enough. The bullets and the shrapnel scraped my skin but none penetrated it. The first face I saw in their trench was not like the first I have seen in the war. Those were fuelled by pride, hatred and duty, this face only shows despair and the lost will to live. He did not resist much, almost glad that it was finally over. After the charge, it became hectic in the trenches, the mud made it hard to distinguish friend from foe. We made them run, retreat to the next trench. We lost over half of our men to capture this trench. The officer called it a glorious victory. I call it a waste of men for this amount of land. Thousands of men, young and old, have fought and died for a mere 119 meters of land. What is the death count by now of this senseless slaughter? How many more will die? What is the price of a mile? God, please, when you send an angel of death to collect me from this hell on earth, please, have mercy upon my soul.

The trenches are fading away and the sounds of the duel between the heroine and Slaughter are coming back. Reality is back.

“You are strong, a worthy challenge. But even the greatest hero must one day fall before death. And you, you are no difference.” Seems like victory is yours. Awake again War? It is time to pass judgement.

“You got me in chains monster, now what do you want. Why are you flaking away, wait, you? I thought I killed! Why are you back again!?”

“Do not struggle to hard, those chains will then burrow into your skin. I am back because your suffering restored my body. Now you have proven yourself that you are a great warrior, it is a shame I must find it out this way. Undyne, you will see the surface I promise you. But it will be under a different sun. Goodbye.” BLAM.

She has a lot of potential, we should consider he for the program. She will join it, she will. I think we have found the first promising heroine Slaughter, she was destined for glory, for greatness. She is and will be a champion to her people.

- End of chapter 4: Waterfalls.

Another chapter, another step closer to the end. I want o apologize for taking my sweet time before posting this. I must say that DragonPrincess and Glacier Maniac really pulled me through.

Now we continue onwards to the next chapter

Chapter 1: The ruins

Chapter 2: Snowdin

Chapter 3: War, Order and Balance

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