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writingmochi · 2 years

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! “first lines” tag game !

rules: list the first lines of the last ten stories you published. look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any, then tag some friends

tagged by: @orpheyeux (ik you tagged me in february to march-ish lmao soz)

note: i’m gonna bend the rules and include my unedited and always changing wip drafts cause i don’t have enough published stories to be put here (and i’m only be using time wave chapter i cause i don’t want to spoil anything) + i include some status update on the wips

1. a story of two broken hearts | jake

you felt your heart beating faster as you saw him.

your mind spinning in a circle as you saw him.

your breath hitches as you saw him stand there at the front of the classroom after he walked in from the doorway.

park jay. student council president. your best friend since you were children. your long-time crush.

in your mind, he is your soulmate.

he has been there since, seeing your highs and lows, your most embarrassing moments, and your proudest moments. your heart flows to him. yet, it doesn’t seem that his heart flows to you.

because he has someone else.

2. time wave | yeonjun

the air around you is frigid when you open your eyes.

you gripped your blanket closer to your body, trying to fight the cold. but as you tried, you felt colder instead. the sound of the strong wind outside didn’t help either.

you sit up and grab your phone from your bedside table, trying, at least, to get some information from the weather app. you were met with your reflection instead of the usual lit-up screen. you proceed to charge it but when you turn your socket switch on, the light didn’t light up, electricity has stopped running. the wind then suddenly knocks on your window, making you jump from your bed, yet your curiosity continues.

you stood up, noticing your legs jittering as they came in contact with the floor. you walk to the window where light still comes into your room. but, everything is white outside.

it’s not supposed to be this white at this time of the year, not the right time at all as you recollect what date and month was it that you last saw before now. you then look at your calendar to match it.

but why is the month on the calendar different from what you remembered?

3. smirch episode 1: heeseung | heeseung

you've always heard the phrase ‘the night is young’, but surely it goes older as time passes.

colours of blue, pink, and gold embrace the dawn sky as you stroll on the pavement of your neighbourhood from your nightly rendezvous with your friends, feeling all the energy softens in your body after experiencing a whole different part of the universe from your usual teenage life, shedding all the troubles away for a night of fun and freedom. but all of them must come to an end when the hint of the sun starts peeking from the east.

wrapping your hands around yourself in your thin-layered clothes as you step past the other houses to your home, the make-up on your face smudged from the greasy foods and beverages you consume, your eye-lined eyes smeared and messier than when you put them on the previous night. spring's cold weather greets you with a sudden blow of wind as you cowered for the warmth of your body heat. when you see the silhouette of your destination with the sun peeking behind it, you pick your phone up from your pocket, pressing a speed dial to the only boy you can put your trust to.

4. crossroads | jay

the yellow sky slowly sinks down to greet the blue that reflects the ocean beneath it. the white clouds' transformation is almost complete as a few peach-colored spots are visible on the feather-like edges. seagulls gawking as they fly to the sky that you're looking at while leaning against the bright red yet rusty railing. the breeze that the sea blows lightly kisses your cheeks, making your hair flow along with the ends of the white top of today's uniform. the corner of your lips is signaling to your brain that it is tugging up, to greet the new day with a positive light like the ball of fire that is crawling up somewhere on the edge of the horizon of today. it makes a smile on your face, just perfect enough to make you feel good, and a muffled rumbling sound came from behind as it remains before falling into its normal state.

turning around to see the digital clock on top of the station's name, seeing the 07:30 with a blinking 'on time' words right beside the set of numbers, you see the blurry train coming closer and closer as the brake screech the rails beneath the pit the train will go by. people all around you—all uniformly wearing formal clothes with different types of bags on each of their figures—stood behind the faded yellow tiles on the edge of the platform as the train cars smoothly stopped in front of all the passengers, followed by a hiss as the door opens. the announcement coming from the speakers stops as the train settles down.

5. (wip) pizzeria run | sunoo (writing and editing)

"what do you guys know about freddy fazbear's pizza?"

"that pizzeria franchise? what about it?"

those two sentences were the start of a pretty unusual conversation you have with your friend group during recess. lifting your head from opening the snack you bought before as you and your friends sit in the cafeteria hall, other students walk around trying to find a table or return to one. the conversation continues with the boy and girl sitting across from you while another boy sits silently eating the snack that you open.

6. (wip) troubled pixies | taehyun (first draft)

it is almost noon on the first day of august in the year 1999. heavy panting and sounds of metals colliding softly with each other filled the four walls as a boy drops his barbell on the stand behind the bench he is laying down on. a new personal best for him. different paraphernalia of a teenage boy covers two corners of the room, one is full of textbooks for school, the other is full of workout items, with a desk right in between those corners that somehow integrates both of the corners, a roll of hand wrap in front of the box-shaped personal computer's desktop that shows the latest operating system by windows, windows 98, and its teal background. chiming bells of messages the boy knew from his instant messenger makes him sit up from his bench. the t-shirt he wore sticks onto his sweating body as he stretches his legs by standing up, then stretches his arm muscles to cool them down.

7. (wip) terra incognita | jake (first draft)

2035

"swan song."

a woman said to the man beside her, her husband, as they look at a figure from the open door frame, sleeping in a coma as they can hear the stable heartbeats from the monitor beside the bed, bandages enveloping the joints in the figure’s right shoulder and right thigh where the limbs have been cut out from. their eyes sting seeing the little body with tubes of chemicals and metal tools around the sleeping figure, all the child-like items are out of the room, the wall that was painted the pastel color look more saturated than ever before, in replace for things to help the little body to live and survive.

8. (wip) blitz storm | txt ot5 (first draft)

hey!

you're wondering how you got into a situation where you are adopted with six other children who has superpowers?

well… all of you have a very unique start to your life… this is yours…

9. (wip) we are dreamers | taehyun & hueningkai (first draft)

tap tap tap tap tap

your fingers fidget against the desk below you. the silence in the room deafening but only the sound of the clock pierced through it.

the long hand ever so slowly but surely on its way to number 12

you glance at your classmates whose either heads on top or on the desk, laying on top of their hands. the teacher leans back at the front, looking towards the students.

the hand has reached number 11 when you glance back at the clock. you quietly put all your supplies in your case and rearrange the stuff on your desk.

10. (wip) chromaquest | sunoo, jungwon, & niki (first draft)

"sweetheart, wake up" you felt something caressing your upper arm. you stir, letting know the figure that you have woken up. "breakfast is ready. i'll be waiting downstairs, okay?" you heard the voice said, your mom said.

as you heard footsteps going away from you and the sound of a closed door, your eyes flutter open as you see the ceiling looking down upon you. you tilt your head to strech yourself and your eyes landed on soojin, your sister's, side of the room. oh how you miss her as she is away for college. the only person that you consider your friend. you sit up and put your foot on the floor.

as you prepare yourself, you glance around the room, numb to the feeling that you have always been the abnormal one. seeing the accolades and trophies on her side while yours are plain. you know you have always been in your sister's shadow, following where she went, hanging out with her friends with minimal interaction. yet, you feel comfortable with the numbness, with being in the shadow, you were the adopted daughter of the lee family after all.

from the length, there is no obvious pattern as i can make a 3 paragraph-long intro or a short one like blitz storm. but, if looked closely, i realized that my introduction usually starts with characters doing something: waking up, thinking, wondering, going to school, going back home, talking, etc. just like what camille said in her post, i acknowledge that i use the pattern of 'people doing something' to ease into the story as usually after read more, the exposition will come out as i start setting the scene and world-building

tagging: @euphor1a @heartandfangs + writers that i’m loving their works recently @yunjardi @wildernessuntothemselves @pshflrts @isunoos + other writers that wanna join ! (though if you don’t wanna make one, it’s alright :] )

#tagged for the moon

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muniimyg · 3 years

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— 05 | not me 🖊

series masterlist | no tag list

a/n: i missed writing casual!jk + oc moments tbh :’) lmk what you guys think of them atm !!!

It didn’t take much time before your phone began to blow up with messages from the boys. Jimin sent paragraphs apologizing for his choice of words and implications, while his partner in crime sent you a simple “soz.” The others were spamming the group chat just to get you to check it. Their objective was for you to seenzone them. At least that way, they’d know that they annoyed you enough to respond to them in a sense. Everyone but Jungkook spoke up.

Instead, Jungkook showed up.

He had left to go to the gym and insisted on getting his laptop charger himself. He needed to do his laundry anyway, he had class in the late afternoon anyway, he didn’t pack enough protein powder anyway. Changing the plans privately with the guys, he hastily kissed your cheeks goodbye and asked you to miss him. To which, you rolled your eyes and pushed him out the door.

You aren’t sure why, but here you are again. Watching him step in your newly furnished apartment with a familiar overnight bag in all of his glory. He closes the door behind him and pouts at the sight of you.

“Honey, I’m home,” he jokes, completely unaware of how it made your heart flutter. “Also, you still have a phone right? You weren’t texting the group chat and they’re all worried. Asked me to pick you up and bring you over there so Jimin and Taehyung could get on their knees beg for forgiveness. Why?”

He’s clueless.

Cute, but clueless.

“I’m not mad.” Your reply is too instant. Your arms are crossed and voice drips with annoyance.

“You’re upset.”

“And if I am?”

He sets his bag down with a chuckle. Jungkook walks over to you and wraps his arms around your waist. A little surprised, you take a step back and he instantly takes a step forward to close whatever existing space was in-between you two. You’re backed up against the bookshelf you two built together, and he’s pulling your body closer to his. He dips his head low to level with you and fuck. You swear you can see stars in his eyes. Something about the way his actions are so swift and shameless makes you want to scream in frustration and in excitement. His hair is a little damp, probably from his post workout shower and he smells good. God, does he smell good. His scent fills your heart with comfort, the same way his touch does. He’s looking at you, really looking at you, and it feels exactly how you fear it would.

“I don’t know what Jimin or Taehyung said, but I know they’re sorry. It’s not an excuse, but yeah. We’re dumb fuckboys, right? That’s what you call us,” he pauses and presses his lips against the crook of your neck. A sloppy peck and a few giggles later, he continues. You’re trying your best to focus, but the feeling of his lips against your skin begins to drive you insane. “But me? I have brains. I told them you probably just want space. I know how you are.”

He smiles proudly, and you find yourself pinching his cheeks with a mocking gasp.

“Space, huh?” you bite, “why’d you pack an overnight bag, bunny? A little clingy, are we?”

Bunny.

God, could Jungkook literally bust a nut from just the way you call him that. Nothing was as sweet as you, not even honey.

“Space from them. Not me,” he kisses your neck, a little behind your ear, and then the corner of your lips. “Never from me, okay?”

You pull away from him and give him a look. One that he knows too well and has come to become quite fond of. Eyebrows furrowed, head tilted, with your perfectly shaped lips in a slight pout, and eyes filled with so much confusion. You looked dumbfounded, but he adores it. He always does.

“What? You didn’t miss me?” Jungkook steps away, acting offended as he jumps into his own conclusions. He turns away for dramatic effect and quickly peaks over his shoulder to see if you’re paying attention. Of course you’re paying attention. You laugh, playfully hit his shoulder and he moves into your embrace rather quickly.

“Yeah,” you admit, as you lift your hand and fix the strands of hair that fell and covered his eyes. “I missed you.”

Then Jungkook smiles, completely satisfied with the way you let him in. He likes being this close to you and knowing that it’s just for him. Jungkook feels secure in these kinds of moments shared between you two. Even if it was just for a moment, you were just for him.

That night, you promise him that you’ll make up with the guys first thing tomorrow. He gladly raises his pinky at the sound of your promise and begins to tell you about his day. As you fall asleep cuddled up to Jungkook on your couch, Infinity War playing in the background, you can’t help but feel a little confident in who you were investing yourself in.

Fuckboy or not, a good part of you can’t help but wait for the time you could rub it to Jimin and Taehyung’s face that Jungkook isn’t like the rest of them. At least, not with you.

Yet, another part of you also couldn’t help but feel anxious and terrified of looking stupid. Jimin and Taehyung know Jungkook best, what if they’re right? And if they are, what are you to Jungkook? It’s a difficult position to be stuck in, but Jungkook is truly gifted in making you feel the way you do. Like the world belongs to you and you to him. Like it’s always been him and this is finally the slow reveal of the plot twist — that if Jungkook is tripping over his own feet; it’s definitely not because he is trying to run away from you.

#jungkook fluff #jungkook f2l #jungkook fuckboy #bts fic #bts fake texts

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asmolemmeeatyouout · 3 years

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Clearing out the drafts so

Random hc’s for the boys

That I don’t wanna even try organise

CW: one non graphic mention of gore

Lucifer has misophonia, he hides it well but does frequently bend/break cutlery because of it.

(Catch Satan chewing as loud as he possibly can)

👾Levia👾chan👾🥺😳😩😖😣🍥😓😥🤢🤢🤮🥉🥉🥉 texts 🐒😈📱 📲 like 👍 🤗💃 this 😊 😊 😊 🥵 🥵😣😣😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭😏😏🤯

(🙌 Yes 🙌 👍 👏 it’s 👋 🙋‍♀️ every 💫 💫 💫 text 🙈 ☺️ 🙈 . 🚫 No 🚫 you 👨 👩 cannot 👅👀👅 make 👉👈👉👈 👁👄👁him 🛑 stop 🛑😈👿😈 ‼️❕‼️🐠 (<Henry)

Will role play as Henry (the fish, specifically) while texting you when he’s too shy to ask you things, the only hint you get is him ending every text like with ALL the fish emojis. If you refer to him as Levi not Henry during this he will SULK.

Calls your texting dry af if you don’t send at LEAST four emojis with every message

The best subtle magic belphie has is his sheets are always crisp and new

Like every night is shaved leg fresh sheets night smooth

His magic only works on his sheets so he sneaks his other washing in with beels the lazy git

Beel knows he just doesn't care

Beel does the most laundry out of the brothers bc he eats in bed CONSTANTLY

(He also eats everything he spills but that's not gonna stop the spaghetti stains- or the punishment from Lucifer when he accidently swallows the sheet too)

Beel once chewed belphies hair in his sleep

This is the main reason the twins have separate beds

If belphies asleep somewhere and wants a cuddle he will just kidnap the nearest person if no ones around, this includes little d’s and lessor demons, his magic will put them to sleep fast enough it can’t be stopped

Asmo’s body changes with trends (its fucked that body types have trends), but the devildom is slower in its trend rotation which is why he’s currently obsessed with the 2000’s esque stature (give 👏 us 👏 fat 👏 asmo 👏! ! !)

Levi has the FATTEST ass around (and cute little love handles and a soft belly, boy sits on his ass all day no way he’s ripped)

(Still has demon strength tho, but his human glamour is much less intimidating than his true demon self (think @waltnut 's form hc’s)

Satan’s whole feather boa getup is literally a cat toy. He wears it to entice cats he knows it’s ugly.

Asmodeus will take and wear your clothing without asking. This includes underwear, I suggest you get a lock for your closet.

Beel has FRECKLESS HES A FUCKING GINGER GIVE HIM FRECKLES OR GIVE ME DEATH DEVS !,!

In line with this, the first time beel went to the human world he burnt tomato red under the sun. He was not aware sunscreen was a thing due to the whole perma night devildom thing.

Stoner! Mammon supremacy

(he also deals coke bc moneeeeyyyy) (lucifer doesn’t care as long as it’s not in the house, drugs aren’t a. Illegal in the devildom, and b. that harmful to demons, it’s also his most respectable way of getting Grimm considering all his other hijinxs)

Asmo once convinced Satan to wear a sexy cat costume for a Halloween party

Satan had a sexual-identity-furry crisis in the bathroom

Devildom clothing isn’t gendered,

Asmodeus has been banned from wearing skirts in professional settings due to uh *coughcough* “accidental” flashing. (The same with crop tops/bras/see-through shirts)

Mammon and lucifer are scary similar in some respects like:

Lucifers receiving love language is physical touch and BOY is he starved. Touch his head and he will full body shudder black out for a second. Most people assume it’s acts of service bc he’s so overworked but that’s his giving, duh. (Try touch his neck and your wrist will be broken before you get close)

It’s why he wears gloves everywhere (also bc scars from the war, but I don’t remember the @ I heard that from first and I don’t wanna steal :) )

Mammon’s receiving love language is also physical touch, lucifer’s pride stops them from helping each other.

Lucifer will mock you if you get too close to his insecurities as a defence mechanism, it’s why mammon refuses to hug him even though they both need it.

Mammon just flat out denies his needs and emotions (partially due to lucifer’s defence response, partly bc him&co being abs assholes)

Mammon and asmo share the same music taste (which is GAY pop -think rina sawagama comme des garçons, Britney, gaga, montero- (I’m sry I don’t know more pop))

Asmodeus is the ‘tell you things that you think are tmi or too personal but actually mean nothing to me’ kind of honestly dishonest so no one knows his true feelings/can hurt him (me too baby !)

Beel is the only brother open about his emotions because he’ll just eat you if you dare make fun of him

Mammon offers beel food on really bad days because he’s too afraid of being mad fun of to just ask for a hug and beel showers anyone that gives him food in affection

Asmodeus LIKES violence, he thinks blood and gore is sexy, but he keeps that side of him very private as to not taint his perfect image and lower his chances of getting laid

(there are rumours and myths about what the avatar of lust likes to do to people who truly piss him off, but they’re so far removed from the Asmodeus everyone knows and loves that no one really believes them. Which is just how asmo likes it)

ALL the boys are obsessed with touching/stroking your neck/nape because there’s so much fragility there and it’s a huge sign of trust for a demon

Mammon is always warm

Levi is always cold (blooded)

When Satan gets really angry, objects near him just burst into flames

Okay I’m done now, thank u for reading !! :)

*** think I tagged the wrong creator gonna go find the right url soz guys !! (But also do check out @decaffeinated-demons they’ve got super cool ideas)

#obey me swd #obey me #obey me asmodeus #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #belphagor obey me #obey me satan #obey me beelezebub #obey me headcanons

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s1st3r · 3 years

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You Have No Idea (Hunter x Reader)

Warnings: Mention of blood and injuries.

Summary: A part 1? Hunter is smitten... :3

Author’s Note: I actually wrote this before I even knew about the Bad Batch series being released lol. Ok this isn’t fantastic but I wanted to share it with you guys to see what you think and if I should continue the story. It’s kinda slow and anti climactic soz. But I was thinking of making it maybe a multi chapter thing? Let me know what you think.

A loud bang and commotion just outside the Marauder had you and Crosshair racing to the entrance. The hull opened to reveal Hunter covered in mud and grime as well as an equally dirty Wrecker behind him; extended between the two, was a small makeshift stretcher.

Oh no. You stared wide eyed at the groaning Tech that rested atop the scrap canvas material as the two boys settled him gently on the floor. As soon as they were safely nestled in the hull, Hunter collapsed to the floor, resting his back against the nearest wall. His eyes flicked to you in exhaustion and you snapped from your daze.

“Cross, grab me some warm water and a cloth.” On your command, the sniper swiftly turned and made his way to the refresher as you stepped forward and knelt next to Tech.

“Wreck,” you called, as you efficiently assessed the wounded trooper.

“What can I do?” The big man turned to face you as he patiently waited for your instruction.

You marvelled at how much they trusted you now.

“Grab me the med kit from my quarters.” Before you had even finished your request, Wrecker was halfway down the ship, retrieving your pack.

Removing his chest plate and putting pressure on the chest wound that left Tech grappling for conscience, you briefly glanced at Hunter in concern as he stiffly shifted in his place.

A moment passed and both Cross and Wreck had placed your supplies to your side. You immediately got to work on cleaning and bandaging the wound.

Years of medical experience kicked in as you scanned the extent of the injury. Noting it wasn’t as bad as it looked, you made quick work of patching him up.

Wrecker, Crosshair and Hunter had been quiet as you worked. They had quickly learnt, when working with you, that you preferred silence when you were concentrating.

By the time you were done, the water had long since gone cold and was tainted a dark pink.

You sighed as you leant back to sit on your heels.

“He’ll be ok,” you breathed as Tech lay passed out before you. “There was no internal damage,” you report, “but he lost a lot of blood. He’ll need bed rest for the next couple of cycles.”

With a grunt of effort, you pushed yourself up from the ground and wiped a forearm across your forehead.

“Could um,” you sighed and tried again, “could you guys take him to his bunk?” With the adrenaline of the emergency gone, you felt smashed.

If that’s how I feel, these guys must be beat.

Carefully, the boys lifted Tech from the uncomfortable durasteel floor and made their way down the hall with Tech draped between them. As you watched them go, you saw Hunter flinch in your peripherals as he tried and failed to reposition himself.

Now your second patient.

“You’re hurt,” you state, already pulling out the appropriate instruments.

“I figured it could wait a bit,” Hunter mumbled as he let his head tip back to rest against the wall.

“You’re ridiculous,” you huff as you shuffle towards him. You felt the heat of a blush rise to your face as he smirked at you.

Fighting the ever-increasing blush, you set to work and lent forward to disconnect his chest plate. Now, with his top armour promptly removed, and his blacks peeled down to his waist, you chastised yourself as your thoughts wondered, and realigned your focus to the task at hand.

He looked so exhausted and, after running a quick scan, you realised that that might actually be his primary health concern.

You had noted a broken rib, bruises, strained muscles, but it seemed that the general wear and tear of mission after mission had finally caught up to him, causing extreme fatigue.

“Broken rib, couple of bruises and scratches,” you mutter as you move your hand over the expanse of his chest to evaluate. You could feel his gaze steady on you.

Hunter sucked in a sharp breath when you fixed the bone back in place without warning.

“Sorry,” you cringed.

He let out a breathy laugh, “no you’re not.”

“Nah I’m not,” you sarcastically agreed as you collected and reorganised your supplies.

Quickly, you rose to your feet, grabbing the bowl of bloodied water you had used for Tech and moved to replace the dirty water with warm, clean water.

You returned with the bowl and plopped beside the Sargent. Cautiously, you rinsed another clean cloth you had salvaged and proceeded to dab at the small cuts.

His forehead was still covered in dirt and mud, so you moved the cloth to gently wipe his face. At this, Hunter closed his eyes and sighed.

“You should get yourself cleaned up properly in the ‘fresher,” you suggest, scrunching your nose in exaggeration as you reluctantly pull away.

“Yes ma’am,” came the quick quip. You sat back and watched as the Sargent pushed himself to his feet and shuffled his way down to the refresher.

“And don’t forget to rest!” You call. You don’t know why you bother; you know he won’t listen to you even if he heard you.

As you hear his footsteps recede, you quietly sigh. You sit in the main hull alone, cleaning up the remaining mess.

***

Your gentle hand brushed over his chest as you scanned for injury. It’s strange how you knew so much about him. His biology, medical history, when his senses became too much. You could tell something about him was off from the other side of a starship cruiser just by a slight change in posture or tone.

Yet somehow, you had no idea what you could do to him.

Watching you work as you attended Tech’s wounds, he noted how calm and confident you moved. After a while of you joining the Bad Batch on various types of missions, he grew to trust and appreciate your skills as a medic. They all did.

Much like them, you were highly successful in your field. But only because your stubbornness determined that you were going to single handily ensure this war had no casualties. He knew the GAR was the closest thing to family you had in a long time, naturally, you would take any and every death personal.

It was your skill, intelligence, compassion, determination, and stubbornness that were qualities Hunter found increasingly irresistible. So, as he had observed your movements, he took the chance to admire you.

But when you attentively pressed the warm cloth to his forehead, he couldn’t help but sigh as he relaxed into your delicate touch. This was more than admiration for a fellow soldier. And you had no idea.

~ Sister

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#hunter x reader #tbb #bad batch #the bad batch #hunter #crosshair #wrecker #tech #reader insert #Sister’s Stories

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crystaljins · 3 years

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River lead me home | 07

Characters: Kim Seokjin x reader

Word count: 7.3k

Synopsis: Ever since coming to the human realm when you were child, nothing seems to fit, and this was just supposed to be a simple roadtrip to help you find yourself.

Is that too much to ask for?

Spin-off to A long journey home

Rating: Teens

Genre: Adventure, fluff, angst

Notes: Hey all! Long time no see! I’m not really sure why I took so long to post... I just felt like I put so much work into this fic that I didn’t want it to be over so easily, and I was like “after this there’s only one more chapter!!” AND THEN! I went into my WIPs folder and made a discovery! THere’s 9 parts to this fic!! So now I feel a little better.

ANyway, PLEASE let me know if you like this chapter because I definitely feel like it’s the emotional climax of the whole story. ALl the stuff that happens from this point on is just... like a really long epilogue.

Tags: @blue1928 @veeparkersstuff @nello-rie (soz it won’t tag you!)

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You may be a guardian, but even you have your limits. Despite your best attempts to move quickly, the pain in your shoulder rapidly becomes overwhelming.

Jin, frustratingly, picks up on it far sooner than you would prefer.

“I think we need to stop for a break.” He comments. The three of you have barely been walking for an hour and at any moment the Saishta’s could be upon you, ready to take you to their queen.

Jungkook looks like he wants to protest.

“We’re so close though! It’s only a little while longer!” He points out, glancing nervously across the expansive plains. The benefit of them is that you’d spot any Saishtas from miles away, given the hulking, monstrous beasts they tend to use as their mounts.

Jungkook folds his arms. “I think it’s a bad idea to stop now. We need to get to the river and we’re sitting ducks out on the plains like this.”

Jin shoots Jungkook a withering look- this is nothing new, but the venom in Jin’s eyes surprises you. As much as he pretends to hate the tiny pixie, he doesn’t actually mean it.

Jungkook shrivels a bit but doesn’t back down. Luckily (or rather, unluckily), their stand-off is halted by your legs deciding they are no longer strong enough to hold your body up. Blood loss and extreme pain will do that, apparently.

Jin catches you as you crumble, smoothly scooping an arm around your waist and gently tugging you towards him until your weight is supported by his frame. The entire time, he does not tear his gaze from his stare-off with Jungkook. And apparently your weakness is the convincing Jungkook needs to show it’s time for a break. He glares at Jin for another couple of moments before releasing an annoyed huff.

“I’ll cast a disguising spell on you two and scout out the area for any of those annoying reptiles. Don’t move from this spot or the spell will become ineffective.” He announces through grit teeth before zooming off like an angry mosquito.

When he’s out of earshot, Jin turns his gaze to you and gently lowers you to the ground until you are seated amongst the stiff golden stems. He doesn’t release you from his carefully hold, however. Instead, he shifts until he is sitting almost nose-to-nose with you.

“That was strange of Jungkook.” You observe, in an attempt to cover your discomfort at his proximity. You wonder if Jin knows how powerful his good looks are up close. He probably does- he’s never pretended to be anything other than devastatingly handsome.

“He’s scared.” Jin answers with pursed lips. His gaze isn’t on your face, however. It’s fixed on your injured shoulder. Slowly, he raises a hand and gently rests his palm against the front of your shoulder. “You would be too if you could see how terrible you look right now.”

If you are surprised by the single tear that rolls down your face in response, it is nothing compared to Jin’s horrified reaction as he realises what he has done. Apparently, this whole being in love thing sucks.

“W-wait!” Jin protests, absolutely horrified. “I-I didn’t mean it like that-“

You quickly scrub at your face with your uninjured arm. You know, in theory, that Jin didn’t mean that you looked terrible as in that he thought you were ugly. And you know in theory that it is therefore stupid to cry over it. But for some reason, that’s where your mind had gone- reminding you like an ever present shadow just how misplaced you look next to him, how there’s nothing you can give him that he can’t find in a million other girls, and just how little he thinks of you.

You’re surprised when his hand replaces yours, far gentler than you had been as he wipes the tears from your face with a careful swipe of his thumb.

“Hey,” he calls, grabbing your chin in his hand and angling your face until you’re forced to meet his gaze. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I just mean that you... that you...” he voice cracks and he hangs his head, dropping his hands so he can clench his fists in his lap. “It’s not fun being reminded of how close we came to losing you.” Jin finally says. He drops his hand and his shoulders slump like he carries the weight of the world on his shoulders.

You don’t know this Jin. This terrified, uncertain man. He’s never once, in the entire time you’ve known him, shown this vulnerable, fragile side of himself. But you know you’re in trouble because you love this side of him too. The part of him that gets scared, that shows weakness, that can break. As much as you hate the fact that it is you who has made him like this, you are grateful that he trusts you enough to show himself, warts and all, and you feel something molten in your chest as you silently promise yourself that you’ll protect him. No matter what, you’ll keep him safe. Even if you’re not particularly smart or pretty or charming. You’re not the model-like, glamourous, genius girls he normally dates, and you never will be. You’re unemployed and clumsy and socially awkward and you’re selfish and childish on top of all that. But this is what you can offer him: your heart, as pathetic as she is, and the promise to protect him, no matter where he goes or ends up in life.

“I know you didn’t mean it like that. I... just... It’s stupid.” You sigh at yourself before lifting your gaze to watch him. “Are you scared?” You finally question, changing the subject as the last of your tears dry. Jin frowns, nodding slightly.

“A little.” He admits, his tone a bit dry like he’s severely understating his feelings on the matter. And you don’t know why, but something prompts you to reach forward and wrap your hand around his. Perhaps it is the slight shake he tried to hide by gripping the material of his pants so hard his knuckles go white. His hand is surprisingly much bigger than yours- you don’t know why that surprises you, but it does.

“Don’t worry.” You reassure him. “I’ll protect you.”

The corner of his lip quirks and he shoots you an oddly fond look. It’s one you’ve seen before, although not directed at you. You’ve seen him look that way when he speaks about a particularly endearing coworker, or he recalls something silly that Namjoon has done. This is the first time you’ve been on the receiving end.

“In that state?” He questions with a raised brow. You feel yourself bristle a little defensively at the slightly patronising way he is coming across.

“Are you laughing?” You press, slightly offended. “You don’t think I can?”

“No.” Jin answers, turning to you with an odd sort of expression to his face. “I know you will. That’s the problem.” And then, in spite of himself, he offers you a full-blown smile, cheerful and happy like you’ve never really seen before. You are momentarily struck speechless, mesmerised by the sight before you. “But thank you. I’m glad, that I can count on you.”

Something warm and eager blooms in your chest at his words. You cup your hands around his face and you admire the openness of his smile. How great would it be, if you could capture that smile in a picture and keep it forever? If you could preserve the way he’s looking at you right now, so that you always remember with clarity that even if he doesn’t love you, Jin can look at you like this. Like you are something precious and adored. This is the man you get to love. Even if he doesn’t feel the same way, you’re still happy. You feel like this love is a happy thing.

“I’m starting to think you only wanted to rest to pull the moves on her.” Jungkook announces his presence, seeming thoroughly unimpressed. He folds his arms as the air shimmers around him, signalling the dispersion of his illusory magic. “‘Let’s go see the river, Jungkook. It’ll be fun. I’ll get over my trauma.’ If you’d told me being a third wheel was in the job description, I never would have come.” Jungkook grumbles as Jin quickly pulls away. You don’t quite catch the way his ears go red and his face seems to burn where your hands had gently cradled him, but Jungkook does, and he merely rolls his eyes at the sight. “It’s time to go.” He urges.

Jin clears his throat awkwardly, scrabbling to his feet and dusting off his trousers before extending his hand out to you.

“C’mon.” He urges, though his tone seems gruffer than before. “Jungkook’s right. The Saishtas will find us at this rate.”

You hesitate, just a moment, before gratefully accepting his hand as he tugs you to your feet.

Oddly, though you expect him to release your hand once you are standing, he does no such thing. Instead, he wraps his hand around yours and uses it to tug you along as the three of you once again set off.

“It’ll be easier for you to keep up.” Is all Jin offers as explanation for why he continues to grip onto your hand as though you’re planning to flee from him the second that he releases you. You stare in confusion for a moment, trying to puzzle out Jin’s behaviour, but he provides no further insight.

The three of you set a much more rapid pace this time, and after your brief rest, you cope much better. Jin eventually releases your hand when it becomes clear you’re gradually regaining your strength as your enhanced healing kicks in. The sun begins to draw close to the horizon and the brilliant blue above begins to deepen into a soft pink. But you realise something, as you continue your advance.

There’s no sound of a river. Over the expansive plains, the river song should carry easily on the warm, sweet breeze. And it should be in view by now, but it’s not. Instead, what you see is a dark, jagged line slicing through the plains like a gaping wound. It’s the edge of a ravine- there’s no river in sight.

“Something’s not right- “ you breathe, only for the breath to be knocked clean from your lungs as Jin throws his full body weight at you, unprompted. You roll a few times from the force of his tackle, before finally landing with his body crouched over you protectively. Your eyes widen in shock, glancing over to where you had stood moment before, only to see the end of an arrow lodged in the ground.

“See!” Jin croaks, hovering over you. “How hard was that? Tackle, don’t push, (Y/N)! If you’re gonna be saving people at least take that on board.” He scolds, in what is clearly the beginning of a Jant. (Jin rant)

“Now’s not the time, Jin!” Jungkook screeches.

“I’m just saying,” Jin cries, as he scrambles off you and yanks you to your feet by your good arm. “How hard would it have been to tackle me instead of taking an arrow to the shoulder?”

His Jant is interrupted by the dreadful sound of the Saishta hunting horn erupting from behind you. Only, this time, there is nowhere to run. Yes, you could easily outrun them, but to where? You have long left the safety of the forest where there are endless places to safely conceal yourself once you’ve outrun them. But here is only open plains, followed by a sheer cliff face. There is a bridge across the river, in the maps you’ve seen, but those maps have also told you there’s a river where there’s nothing but a deathly ravine. Still, the bridge is supposedly about a kilometre south of where you now stand, and it’s your only hope. But will you be able to run that far in this state?

The ravine hovers on the edge of your vision, out towards the west, and you can now make out the hulking forms of the Saishta mounts, as their hunting party makes its slow, arrogant prowl towards you. The mounts of Saishtas do not run- they believe that persistence will allow them to eventually capture any prey. Eventually, all targets must tire, or reach the end, and that is when the Saishta can make the kill. They seem confident that that’s the situation the three of you are in now. You could flee, but if you give away that your destination is the river (or ravine?), you’ll never be able to safely see it, for they will guard it until the end of time.

“Sssurrender!” They call, now barely a hundred metres away.

“We’ll have to fight.” You announce to your companions, who both whip their heads around to glare at you with incredulity.

“Are you crazy?” Jungkook cries.

You clench your teeth as you slip into a familiar stance, holding up your arms as you prepare to fight.

“It’s our only option.” You point out, wincing as your shoulder protests at the stance you are currently in.

Jin takes one look at you and the advancing Saishtas and then he does possibly the most unexpected thing he could have done.

He throws you over his shoulder like you are a sack of potatoes and legs it.

“This way!” Jungkook encourages, zooming southwards towards where you know the bridge is.

“Jin!” You cry in protest, but he doesn’t respond. “Jin, stop! I was going to fight them!”

“No!” Jin snaps. “You were going to die. Or at least, you were going to try to and this time I’m not letting you.”

You stop struggling, slumping against his back.

“Not again.” Jin promises. “You won’t get hurt again. ‘I won’t stop and think while you’re in danger.’” He tells you, echoing your earlier words to him. For some reason, it leaves you unable to retort. “Now if I set you down, will you run with me, or will you do something stupid?”

You purse your lips in annoyance, trying to hold yourself stable as you flop around on Jin’s shoulder. You can see the Saishta making their slow, confident prowl behind you. They won’t shoot any more arrows at this proximity- after all, their aim is to capture you, not kill.

“I’ll run.” You silently agree. Jin gives you absolutely no warning as he practically flings you back onto the ground, grabbing your hand as he tugs you on in a full-on sprint.

“We’re almost there!” Jungkook cries, zooming slightly ahead of the two of you. Ahead, the great stone structure that comprises the great bridge that can carry you to safety on the other side of the ravine. You swallow your desperate, heaving breaths, ignoring the way your weakened body protests at the exertion. If you can just get to the bridge, there’s a forest on the other side of the river. The three of you can easily conceal yourselves there, and then come back under the cover of night and investigate why there’s a ravine here instead of a river.

The ground firms beneath you as it transitions from soft, loamy soil to a firm, well cut stone path. An arrow whizzes just past your ear and bounces off the stone path- a warning shot from the pursuing hunting party.

You squeeze your eyes shut as the three of you reach the edge of the bridge. The ravine is huge, and the bridge stretches ahead of you.

And then it sounds. Another hunting horn, a sound that will probably haunt you for the remainder of your days. But this one is from the opposite side of the bridge, where you are fleeing to.

Jin’s footsteps slow alongside yours, and Jungkook’s frantic buzzing becomes a slow, confused flutter as the three of you gradually draw the same conclusion.

You’re trapped. There are Saishtas awaiting you on either side of the bridge. No matter which way you try to break through, you will have to fight through them. No wonder they were so confident they could catch you.

“We’ll have to fight.” You breathe, trying to slow your exhausted, rapid breathing. Jin is soaked with sweat and even Jungkook seems flushed with the exertion of your desperate sprint.

“We can’t.” Jin reminds you, out of breath and still gripping onto your hand so hard it hurts. “You’ll die.”

“We’ll die if they capture us too!” You point out. You can now see the Saishtas on both ends of the bridge, closing in on the three of you like a pack of hunting dogs. “I’m so sorry Jin- this is all my fault! It’s not even a river- it’s some kind of ravine! I dragged us all the way here for nothing.”

“Jin!” Jungkook calls, but you ignore him, too caught up in the realisation of what you’ve done.

“He told me nature doesn’t change but that was stupid! Of course it changes- it’s been 1000 years and I just believed like an idiot that the river would still be here.” You cry, tears flowing down your face.

“Jin!” Jungkook calls, and this time, Jin claps free his hand over your mouth to stop your desperate monologuing.

“What now?” Jin demands of the small pixie. The pixie in question bites his lip and looks from side to side at the Saishtas who watch you almost lazily across the length of the bridge. They have all the time in the world, after all- where can the three of you go except over the edge of the bridge, where you will surely meet your demise?

“‘The river loves those who take the plunge.’” Jungkook recites, gesturing out to the endless, gaping ravine behind you.

You stare in confusion, but understanding dawns in Jin’s eyes as he leans over the low stone wall and stares down at the bottomless pit. He goes white and his hand tightens on your own to the point you are wincing with pain.

“(Y/N),” Jin calls, not lifting his gaze from the ravine. “Do you trust me?”

You blink, glancing over at the Saishtas who draw closer and closer with each moment. You’re not sure why he’s asking this now of all times, but your answer still comes easily.

“With my life.” You answers solemnly. He glances at you, surprised by your words, before his gaze softens and he smiles weakly at you. Then, he releases your hand and slowly he lifts himself up onto the stone wall.

“Then take the plunge.” He tells you, holding his hand out to you.

Your eyes widen as you realise what he’s trying to do. You glance at Jungkook, who merely nods at you, and then at the Saishtas who chatter in confusion at Jin’s actions.

And finally, you look up at Jin, into the eyes of the man you love, and you know that even if it’s crazy, you really do trust him with your life.

He tugs you up onto the wall and pulls you close, cradling your head in the palm of one hand and wrapping his other arm around your waist to hold you close. It reminds you of when you had arrived in this realm. He’s always held you like this, you realise. Like you are something precious to him, something he could never bear to lose.

You lift your gaze to him and meet his eyes, filled with fear, and he smiles. The Saishtas realise what is happening right as Jin takes a step backwards, off the edge of the bridge.

You squeeze your eyes shut as the two of you plummet down into the ravine below, Jungkook in close pursuit.

The last thing you hear before the darkness swallows you up is the desperate, furious roars of the Saishtas, thwarted once more.

When you come to, it is on a slightly damp, sandy surface. Jin is still unconscious next to you, with an arm thrown protectively over your waist. As you sit up, his arm slides off you, and you move away, taking in your surroundings.

You’re on a sandy riverbank- dark, inky waves lap at the surface in what is largely a calm, but dark river.

Overhead, you can see the clear, starry sky peeking at you through the jagged crack exposed by the top of the ravine. The river before you catches small flashes of starlight, but otherwise the area is largely dark.

That is, until a torch beam lands on you and you are nearly blinded by the sudden, intense light.

“Ow!” You cry out, unable to see who is on the other side of the beam.

“Sorry!” Jungkook hastily apologises, struggling to hold up the weight of your pompompurin torch. “I was looking for something.”

You rub at your eyes, which are now streaming with tears.

“Looking for what?” You ask, when your vision is finally cleared enough to make out Jungkook’s outline in the meagre lighting. Jungkook is silent for a moment, before hoisting the torch up even though it’s larger than him and directing it at the wall.

“This.” He says, and then he turns the light on.

You don’t know what you were expecting with Jungkook’s actions, but what you find is dozens of inscriptions along the cliff wall. Some are deeply engraved, and some are mere scratches, but they all seem to have different messages.

“What... what is all this?” You question in wonder.

“Messages.” Jungkook answers. He turns to look at you, dropping the torch into your hand so that you can freely exam the numerous inscriptions. “That’s what people come to the river of stars to do. To leave a message that will last through all of time.”

You blink and turn to look at the river behind you. It just looks like a normal river, albeit at the bottom of a ravine. But there’s no glowing plants, and if you hadn’t just plummeted off the edge of a bridge, you wouldn’t even know there was a river.

“This... isn’t what I expected, when I pictured this place.” You finally say. “How did we survive that fall, Jungkook?”

When you turn to look at Jungkook, he is gazing out across the river with an almost forlorn look upon his face.

“Well, you’ve probably guessed this isn’t a normal river.” Jungkook says. “It’s actually got special magical properties- that’s how those glowing plants are able to grow here. And how you were able to survive the fall- this place is so filled with magic that amazing things can happen, like people plummeting hundreds of feet and surviving the fall, or beautiful, rare plants growing. Or rare mythical creatures being born.”

Jungkook turns to you and fans his arms out on either side of him, gesturing at the space around him.

“I’ve wanted to tell you this for a long time. This river has another name, (Y/N).” He tells you. “It’s known as Gebulfen, the birthplace of the pixie. This is where I was born.”

“Where you were born?” Jin groans, sitting up and rubbing at his forehead. Jungkook’s eyes flicker over to the guardian in question.

“Is there an echo here? Why are you repeating what I just said?” He pouts. But he zooms over to Jin and lands on his outstretched knee. “Good work though. I wasn’t sure you’d work out what I meant when I told you that old saying, but you did!”

“You could have just said it outright.” Jin grumbles, hoisting himself to his feet. His gaze briefly flickers over you, assessing for injuries.

“Then the Saishtas would have worked out we were planning to jump.” Jungkook shrugged. “The only reason we had as much time as we did was because they thought we had nowhere to go.”

“I guess I can’t argue with that.” Jin grumbles, lifting his gaze to where you can just make out the outline of the great stone bridge you had plummeted from. “I guess they probably think we are dead now. Maybe it’ll be easier to get home.”

Home... that’s the next step of the journey for you. Jin’s words trigger the revelation for you- you’ve reached the end of your journey. You’ve finally made it to the River of Stars, like you’ve dreamed about for so many years. You stare in bewilderment across the smooth, dark surface of the river, taking in the soft sounds of the rushing water.

Gebulfen... the pixie birthplace. You had never heard that name before, nor had Jungkook ever chosen to share any information with you about his life in this realm.

“Are you disappointed?” The pixie in question asks, hovering close to your ear so that the rush of air from his wings tickles your ear. He flutters around to face you, before leaning in close and smiling. He hovers in the space between your eyes so that you have to go cross-eyed to focus on him. “That there’s no lights?”

“Ayla said there wouldn’t be.” Jin says, coming up to stand level with you. “I didn’t want to believe her, but it looks like-“

“Not so fast,” Jungkook hastily corrects Jin, fluttering forward to hold his tiny hands over Jin’s mouth so that he can’t talk anymore. “Ayla was incorrect. I can’t blame her, because it’s been over a thousand years since anyone has remembered the truth of this river. The lights do exist. But the plants only light up in response to a special kind of magic.”

“What magic?” You ask, unable to hold back your curiosity. You had come all this way to see the river lights, after all. Jungkook smiles, releasing Jin so that he can flutter up to you.

“I’ve always known you didn’t listen in your tutoring classes as a child because you didn’t know how I was born.” He tells you, instead of telling you what magic needs to be performed to see the lights. “Pixies are born of wishes, and they come to life at this very river. And our purpose... is to see the wish that birthed us come through.”

“What does that have to do with the river ligh-“ you protest but Jungkook cuts you off.

“Hush. I’m getting there. That’s what the plants respond to. Pixie magic.” He finishes his explanation. “Not my silly illusory spells, but real, ancient, powerful pixie magic.”

“So, to see the lights, and for (Y/N) to be able to go home, we... we have to grant whatever wish you were born to fulfill?” Jin asks, having always been a bit quicker than you to put things together. Jungkook nods, shooting two finger guns at the two of you playfully.

“Bingo!” Jungkook cries cheerfully. “You’re smarter than you look! Perhaps there’s use for you yet.”

An odd feeling fills you at Jungkook’s words, however. You’ve known the pixie for a long time. Despite his best efforts to appear constantly unbothered and joking, there’s a lot that Jungkook hides behind a smile. Like his longing to be human... his loneliness... the fact that there are hopes and dreams he’s always longed to fulfil but knows he never can. Jungkook has always hidden behind a smile and right now he’s hiding again.

“What... what are you hiding?” You ask. Jungkook looks taken aback, his eyes widening momentarily before he quickly conceals the expression.

“Shouldn’t you ask me what wish I need to grant? So that you can see the lights?” He points out. You shake your head, stepping in close, but Jungkook moves backwards, out of reach. His posture is now defensive, and you know, more certainly than ever, that Jungkook is hiding something. Why else would he not have mentioned the wish he was born to fulfil, in thirteen years of knowing you? Why is he only telling you the truth of Gebulfen now, after an entire journey travelling to see it?

“Jungkook...” you say softly, your voice barely audible above the rush of the river. He deflates at the soft, concerned tone of your voice. You hold your hands out to them, and he lands in them.

“I’ve always been really happy being with you, (Y/N).” Jungkook says, as you raise him so that he is eye level with you. He stretches out a hand and rests it against the tip of your nose. “With you, Taehyung... with your mother... even with that big oaf and his family over there. It’s been really fun. Even if I had to live in the human realm, I’ve always had friends. And I know you guys care a lot about me. So... I was never brave enough to bring up my wish. I wanted to stay with you guys, and to keep having fun. To keep learning to dance off YouTube, and to keep bringing your houseplants to life when they died... I liked stealing the cookies from your upstairs neighbour when she left the room and I liked swapping Jin’s shoes around before he left for work in the morning-“

“I knew that was you, you little twerp-“ Jin cries in outrage, but you silence him with a glare before turning your attention back to Jungkook. For some reason, he suddenly seems small and fragile in your hands in a way he never really has before.

“I knew... a part of me was always afraid that when I granted my wish, it would be goodbye.” He confesses, and for the first time in his entire life, a tear trickles down Jungkook’s face. You can only stare in bewilderment, barely processing his words.

“Goodbye?” You echo. Jungkook nods, with a teary smile.

“I don’t know what happens, to a pixie who has granted a wish. I’ve tried to research it- I’ve had Taehyung bring me back books from this realm, and I’ve studied the history. But in the entire history of this realm, of my race... there’s no mention of what happens to us after. There’s no pixie settlements or communities. There’s no monuments to our names... there’s nothing. It’s like we... it’s like we vanish.” He confesses, and the tears are coming full force. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I should have granted this wish years ago but I was scared that I-“

“You might die?” You fill in for him. Jungkook hesitates for a moment before nodding.

“I don’t know.” He says. “There’s no pixie manual. I just know that I have to grant the wish and then-“

“Screw the wish!” You cry, cutting him off. Jungkook’s eyes widen.

“What?” He asks. You release him, stepping back and gazing around the ravine.

“Screw the wish.” You repeat, now searching for an echo. “Why risk your life? Why would I want you to risk your life? If you don’t know what happens if you grant the wish, then we’ll just never grant the wish and you’ll be fine-“

“(Y/N),” Jungkook calls sternly, zooming so that he’s in front of you. “I have to grant the wish.”

“Why?” You cry, and you realise there are tears sliding down your face. Jin watches the whole exchange in silence. “Why do you have to grant the risk? Why do we have to risk you vanishing? Why would you go that far over a stupid river?”

Jungkook smiles gently, reaching up one arm to wipe away the fat tears that spill down your face- it soaks the entire arm of his jacket.

“It was your father’s wish.” He tells you gently, still smiling the whole time.

You feel like the world around you freezes. Like for a moment, you heart stops beating and the world stops turning. You stare, frozen in shock, as Jungkook continues.

“He came here when you were first born. It’s a tradition for the Qu’var to journey to this river when they want to leave a message that will withstand the test of time. The river, and the unique magic that flows here, will protect it. But anyone who comes here has the river magic in them. And when those people make an earnest wish, from the bottom of their heart, then a pixie is born in this river. And your father, in his dying moments, many, many years after coming here, wished with all his heart that he could have shown you this place. That he could have shown you the message he wrote to his baby daughter. And that’s how I was born.”

“It’s not fair.” You sob, crying in full now. Jin is silent- he chooses not to step in. This isn’t about him, after all. “Why did he have to do that? Why could he have just lived and shown me himself? Why do I have to lose you too? Why can’t we just never see the message and then you can stay?”

“Because of the spell.” Jungkook reminds you. “You can’t go home until you see the dancing lights because of the charm I put on you. Do you remember?”

More tears spill down your face as you remember the spell in question. You had thought at the time, that it was Jungkook just trying to force you to get over yourself. You had believed him when he said he’d cast it so that you couldn’t chicken out of something you wanted to do. But you realise now why he cast that spell- it was so that he couldn’t chicken out. So that, no matter what, he’d grant his wish and get you to see that message.

“We’ll stay here. Jin can tell my mum what happened, and we can live out the rest of our days here!” You plead, desperate. “Then you don’t have to-“

“(Y/N).” Jungkook comes in close and presses on your cheek, until you are facing the cliff wall with all the inscriptions on it. Then he flutters over to the discarded torch, heaving it up in his arms with a huff, and holding it out to you. “It’s ok. It’s really ok. I want this. I’ve had my fun with you guys, but it’s not like I’ve really been living a proper life like this. The only people I can talk to are guardians, and they’re so scattered across the human realm. I spend my days watching YouTube videos and talking to moths and waiting for you guys to come home from work. I’ve lived this life as much as I can, but now it’s your turn. I want you to live a full and happy life, and for you to have a family and grow old in the human realm. I don’t want you to be trapped here with me so that I can live half a life for the rest of your days.”

“But,” you protest tearily. “You’re my best friend.”

“And you’re mine.” Jungkook says with a beam. “But now it’s time.”

And then he pushes your arm until the torch lands on an inscription with handwriting you thought you’d never see again.

Your father, even back then, even on stone, has always had beautiful writing, like he could have been a calligrapher if he had the time or resources. Perhaps that’s why he wanted to leave you a written message. You step forward in disbelief until you can read the inscription, the words of the man you’ve missed so much.

(Y/N),

My precious, beautiful daughter.

Your mother didn’t want me to make this journey, but she eventually gave in because she knew how important it was to me.

I wonder what kind of situation we’ll read these words together in? What kind of woman will you grow up to be? Will you be married with children when I finally take you here? That little Seokjin is only a toddler but he’s already charming all the ladies in the village- maybe you’ll marry him! Or I hear Jihye is pregnant. Perhaps her child?

But the reason I wrote this is because I want you to know that no matter what happens, or what roads we walk down in the future, that I will love you and protect you with all of my heart. You are the most beautiful and precious thing I have ever laid my eyes on, and I hope you will always know that.

I love you. I hope that one day, even if it’s without me, that you get to see these words and know, that from before you were born, I have loved you.

Please, please, whatever situation you read these words in, please be happy.

From your father.

The inscription is rough beneath your fingers as you smooth your fingers over it. It hurts to see those words, to know the moments you can never have with your father because he’s gone. And you’ll never get him back. There’s no magic spells or special river or pixie magic that can bring him back to you.

But, for the first time, you find yourself smiling. Those memories don’t have to be painful. Because you fulfilled his wish- you’re happy. As you read these words, despite everything, you are happy. You have friends and family who love you and who you treasure beyond belief. And it took you a long time to realise it, but you’re so grateful. You’ll never get your father back, and you’ll never fill the hole that he left, but you can be happy. You can move forward with a smile on your face because that’s what he wanted.

Strong fingers wrap around your outstretched hand, and you turn to find Jin reading the words alongside you.

“He was a good man.” Jin tells you softly, and you smile at him. Jin looks like he has more to say, but he is interrupted by the brilliant glow coming from behind you.

You turn around and find Jungkook hovering before you. He glows brightly amidst the darkness of the ravine, almost as brightly as the stars overhead. And slowly, the river reacts too. One by one, bursts of light in different, brilliant colours appear and race down the length of the river, like bright, shooting stars. “The dancing river”, one of its many names, suddenly makes sense, as the lights zip and glide along the surface of the water.

“You did it!” Jungkook cries, and his smile is brighter than anything you’ve ever seen. You scramble forward, but the glow intensifies, and a brilliant light wall springs up between you and Jungkook.

“No!” You cry. “Please! Don’t go, Jungkook. We still have so much to do together! Please!”

“Be happy, (Y/N).” He calls and then the light brightens until you can see nothing but pure white.

And then it goes dark. In the absence of light, you can’t see anything before you. Jungkook is gone- he’s gone. Your best friend, your constant, pesky companion, is gone.

You fall to your knees, sinking into the soft, damp sand, sobbing hysterically.

“Jungkook.” You cry, your eyes squeezed shut. “Jungkook!”

Your friendship with Jungkook has always been a funny one. You first met him in the dingy room of a motel your mother had managed to book into, those first few nights in the human realm. You hadn’t been able to sleep- the air was uncomfortable and dry and felt leeched of the warm, buzzing magic that had been your constant companion.

You’d snuck out of the room that night and wondered onto the rooftop. Even the stars are dull, in the human realm, and for some reason it had hurt to see that. You’d gazed up into the sky, tear streaming down your face when a voice had sounded beside you.

“What are you looking at?” The little voice had asked.

The rest is history. You’d attempt to swat Jungkook, thinking him to be a mosquito hybrid, one of the weird creatures of this new realm. But he hadn’t been. He was a pixie. And from there, Jungkook had never really left your side. At night, he would sleep on your pillow beside you. When you’d gotten your own room, you’d made a little doll house for him to sleep in, but he’d always slept by your side. He would come with you to school, nestled in your pocket. Some days he’d take some space, but it had reached the point where you can barely remember spending time without him.

And now… could he really be gone? How can he? What does life even look like without him? You can’t fathom it.

You don’t know how long you sit there crying hysterically for, but eventually you feel warm, strong arms wrap around you. It must be Jin, comforting you through the pain of losing your best friend. You bring your fingers up to grip at the material of his shirt.

“(Y/N)!” Jin cries in alarm. But it’s not coming from the proximity you’d expect, considering that he’s currently holding you. No, his voice is coming from somewhere behind you.

Slowly, you blink your eyes open, and the sleeves of the jacket are not the sleeves of Jin’s jacket. Nor do the arms holding you belong to him. Slowly, you trace the arms up to the shoulders, and then you meet the face of the person holding you.

It’s Jungkook. But at the same time... it’s not Jungkook. Jungkook was a tiny pixie, with iridescent wings like a dragonfly. With a tiny, round face. He was the size of your hand.

But the person who holds you is human. There are no pixie wings in sight, and he’s the same size as you- no, he’s even bigger. He rivals Jin’s size.

But the face is unmistakeably Jungkook. You’d know those round, doe eyes anywhere.

“J-Jungkook?” You question softly. He pulls away and nods, staring at his palms in confusion like he’s never seen them before. “W-what happened?”

“I... I don’t know.” He answers, running his hands over himself. He’s wearing the same clothes as before, and he looks exactly the same as he always has, just... human sized.

“I... I’m human?”

“It must be the effect of granting the spell.” Jin calls, edging closer so that he can examine Jungkook with wonder. “Maybe... maybe the reason there’s no record of any pixies after they grant the wishes... is because they stop being pixies?”

Jungkook can only stare in confusion.

“Isn’t your dearest wish to be human? To be able to talk to people and make friends and form human bonds?” Jin continues to reflect. “Maybe... maybe the outcome of a pixie granting a wish... is that they get their deepest wish granted?”

Jungkook just stares with a bewildered expression, glancing over his shoulders for wings that aren’t there. He then scrambles over to the edge of the river, staring in wonder at the human reflection that stares back, from the normal, rounded ear tips to the lack of wings.

“I’m human?” He questions. Tears fill your eyes as you realise that what Jin is saying is true.

“You’re human!” You agree. “Jungkook! You’re human!”

His whole face lights up in excitement.

“I’m human! Oh my goodness! I’m human! I can go to dance classes! I can study in college! I can get a job! I can... I can...” his expression darkens with mischief and that’s the only warning you get before he hooks an arm around your neck and gives you the most painful noogie of your life. “I can get my revenge.”

Needless to say, the aftermath of such a transformation is absolutely chaotic, but somehow, you can’t bring yourself to be mad. Jungkook goes after Jin next, and as Jin flees for his life, you find yourself smiling, despite everything.

Please be happy, is what your father had pleaded, in the magic of this mystical river.

I am, dad. Is what you answer from the bottom of your heart in the magic of the river.

Because you are.

#jin x reader #seokjin x reader #kim seokjin x reader #castlebangtan #thebtswritersclub #writing

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pop-punklouis · 3 years

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check-in tag!

hiiii the lovely @rainbowparadisebht and @saintqueer tagged me in this fun little q&a

Why did you choose your URL?

back when i was big in the all time low bandom, i changed my url to this one due to conversations i would have with alex gaskarth at meet & greets. i always felt like an alien in my own body, something i considered alien syndrome, back in high school. i never felt like i belonged in my own skin, and it was an incredibly dark period of time for me. some of the only times i didn’t feel alien was when i was at concerts and especially when i would have chats with alex about different aspects of my life or interests because he inspired me as a person and as a writer. he drew me an alien doodle one time back in 2014, and i told him i’d get it tattooed when i stopped feeling alien, and it took a few years but i finally did and showing it to him back in 2018 was really powerful for me as a young person who struggled so hard to find my identity and using that as my motivation to accept myself and who i was. so idk! aliensyndrome is just something that is a part of me at this point and it’s layered meaning is too significant to me to ever change, so you’re all stuck with aliensyndrome 4 now 🤍

Any side-blogs? If you have them, name them and why you have them:

nah all my interests are smack dab on this blog which is why it is a hot mess 25/7.

How long have you been on Tumblr?

coincidentally enough, i made my tumblr the day one direction was officially formed in 2011: July 23rd. i didn’t know the band and didn’t like the band until 2013-2014. how strange is that haha

Do you have a queue tag?

*palpatine voice* queue it 😌

Why did you start your blog in the first place?

bandom lmao

Why did you choose your icon?

*mario voice* its-ah me!

Why did you choose your header?

ballerina!harry is a beauty queen and i would bake for her

What’s your post with the most notes?

most likely this one haha. i still can’t believe it has that many notes

How many mutuals do you have?

many and i luv them all :) tbh i will be mutuals and talk with anyone so come be my friend ✨

How many followers do you have?

🤠🤐🤐🤐

How many people do you follow?

864 but about 3/4 of that are inactive bandom blogs rip

Have you ever made a shitpost?

have you ever been on my blog? that’s my speciality

How often do you use tumblr every day?

too much and i h8

Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

i’m a capricorn of course i have. and yes i’m always right and petty soz :/

How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

i scroll even faster lmao

Do you like tag games?

yessss it’s so fun and cute to find out bits of info about my friends and mutuals on here. <3

Do you like ask games?

oh yeah 💋

Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

literally every single artist like holy hell how do you DO the things you do i am in awe of you all 🥺

Do you have a crush on a mutual?

i would smooch you all tbh

Tag: @halosboat @givenachonce @wastelandbabylouis @bluelightsaber @daisiesonafield-blog @herefortommo @princeofyorkshire @sunflower-vol14 🤍

#this was funnnn

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engineeredfiction · 3 years

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A Stranger In the Galaxy Ch. 1

I took a bit longer on this because I was still trying to make up my mind if this should be a reader insert or an OC. Womp womp.

Rating is Teen for prologue and chapter 1 of part 1, which is also out! It will definitely change if you know what I mean. (nudge nudge wink wink)

Word count: 1.2k (it's a short one, chapter 2 is a chonker though)

Warnings: I didn’t edit this. Soz.

This AU is a crossover of Star Wars, Dune, and my own imagination. If you know/read the Dune series you’ll see similarities between the Sisterhood in this story and the one in Dune. Some are the same and even more modified. I can do what I want, it’s my world building.

Prologue

Part 1: The Way To Mandalore

Chapter 1: Dangerous Quarry

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Mando drummed his fingers on his thigh plate. Greef Karga told him to come in at this time and the man hasn’t shown up.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

He closed his eyes behind his helmet and his mind drifted elsewhere. He has no ship, no Grogu, and the tension between him and Bo-Katan Kryze was dangerously high. His thumb involuntarily ran across the hilt of the Darksaber. The weight of responsibility and history made the weapon heavier than what it actually weighed. If he had known about about it before capturing Moff Gideon, we would have grabbed Bo-Katan-

“Mando!” Greef’s voice pulled him back to the present. “I am sorry to keep you waiting. Clients keep me on my toes-”

“What’s the job?” Mando bluntly asked.

“Down to business as always,” Greef grinned. To his side he grabbed a glass and the bottle of spotchka. “I would offer you some, but I already know the answer.” He threw back his glass and exhaled loudly. “How’s the loaner working for you? Is she in good shape for another hunt?”

Mando thought about the beat up light gunship, Gida. It was older than he was, probably older than Greef. Yet, it ran better than the Razor Crest, most of the time. “She’s good. How many quarries do you have for me?”

Greef stopped mid pour of this second glass of spotchka. He hesitated, “One.”

“Is the work that slow?” Mando drawed out. He wanted his own ship and it seemed he would not get it any time soon.

Greef sipped his glass this time. “No, business has been steady. This bounty is the price of many.”

Mando didn’t respond.

“The quarry...doesn’t have one client. There are two who are asking for her. A New Republic science officer Lieutenant Kell Finnall, currently on Coruscant, he is offering four hundred thousand credits.” Mando’s entire body froze stiff. Greef could see that the air was sucked out of Mando’s lungs. “Tauris Security out on Lantillies, you’ve heard of them? They’re looking for the same person. They’re offering four hundred fifty thousand credits. Their first offer was considerably lower, I told them they had some competition. Well, they made a call a few minutes ago and raised it.”

“Why so high?” Mando breathed again. He was hesitant to know why, the last time he took on a high bounty he gained a son and became an enemy of the Empire.

“They didn’t give me the details. Uh, they both want the quarry unharmed and alive. No carbonite. The Republic officer did mention she could use deadly force, I’m sure nothing you can’t handle. But Tauris Security insisted she was extremely dangerous and had killed two of their guards.” Greef waited for a response that would never come. He pulled the puck out of his pocket as if it were delicate. “Apparently never had a chain code before...before coming across Finnall.” He pushed the puck towards Mando. “Now to decide where the quarry should go. New Republic or this company.”

“Never heard of Tauris Security. You have anything on them?”

“Not much. Just provide security details in the mid and outer rim. It’s legit.”

Mando cracked his knuckles and proposed his idea, “The bounty combined with the warning is interesting. She is either extremely dangerous or valuable.”

“Or both,” Greef interjected. He poured a third glass of spotchka. “I insist you take this quarry. I don’t trust anyone else. And the credits! For you! For me! You would be set for life and then some, a new ship, perhaps a home on Naboo? Now the choice, New Republic or Tauris? I’ll leave that up to you. Visit each of them first before you make your choice.”

Mando bit his tongue softly. His instincts told him to be cautious, but it didn’t give him fear. If this quarry is as dangerous as people are saying and I die, what of it? His mouth dried up and his stomach churned, but it excited him. The thrill and allure of danger and possible death gave him energy, life.

“I’ll take it, “ Mando stretched out his hand for the puck.

Greef slowly handed it over to him. “I would wish you good luck, but I know you don’t need it. Remember, keep her alive and safe-”

“-and no carbonite,” Mando repeated the requirement from earlier. He started to leave but Greef’s parting words stopped him.

“And Mando, come back and-” Greef stopped himself from mentioning The Kid, “we’ll have a drink to celebrate your success.”

The streets of Nevarro City were just as pleasant the last time he was here, with Grogu. Mando strode through the city, his destination was a shop that sold the supplies he needed. That little green womp rat and his ears. Mando knew he did the right thing, but the right thing felt so lonely and heavy. These were feelings he had not experienced in a long time and this deeply. If Grogu was the price of Beskar, what could this quarry be at four hundred thousand credits, four hundred fifty thousand credits.

Is she a Jedi? Like the one that took Grogu? I might not have a chance.

“Sir? Sir?” the shopkeeper shouted to grab Mando’s attention, he pointed to the stack of rations. ‘Are you ready?”

Mando looked down at the rations he held close to him. He was puzzled as to how he got to the store, picked up what he needed, and stood in line without remembering any of it. “Yes, sorry.” Mando placed the rations in the sack the shopkeeper offered up and pulled out his credit bag.

The lava flats weren’t too far off from where he landed Gida. The outside of the light gunner ship looked decent, if a bit old. Everything was attached properly and there were no signs of laser blasts. An aging Twi’lek, a friend of Greef’s, loaned him Gida.

“She’s seen her time,” the Twi’lek said as he patted the hull when Mando first saw the ship. “She might have a few bumps coming out of hyperspace, but nothing serious.”

I’ll keep that in mind.

Mando felt his shoulders slump as his chest seemed to increase in weight. The Darksaber felt alive and throbbing at his hip. He pushed a code on his vambraces and Gida’s side door opened. The wind was blowing, he knew that without having the tactical display on, the bits of dried dirt and pumicite swirled along the ground. An instant spark of curiosity sprung in him. He placed the bag of goods by the entrance of the ship, his helmet followed. Mando took a deep breath, the air smelled acrid. The breeze whipped around his head, soft like something he couldn’t remember the name of. All the time he has spent on Nevarro, he never saw the lava flats with his own eyes. The lava was bright orange, the cooler parts jet black. It was an ugly boring sight to behind. Dust, dull mountains, browns, blacks, and orange from the lava, but they seemed richer in colour without the helmet. He inhaled again, savouring the pungent smells, smells he never experienced before. His eyes poured over the landscape the last time before he hopped into the ship.

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#Star Wars #Dune #Din Jarin #The Mandalorian #Pedro Pascal #crossover AU #Bene Gesserit #and Honored Matres vibes #not edited not sorry #feminist scifi #stranger in the galaxy

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sargentr · 4 years

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my fave drarry fics of all time, part one

so, after discovering i’ve officially been reading drarry fanfic for 4 years now, i decided to show my (quite big) list of favorite drarry fics. there are 46 in total, but i’ve listed 10 down below. the first three are my absolute favorites but the rest are equally as good

most of my notes are fresh from when i wrote them post-reading. i’ve changed some, seeming less like a crazy unstable bitch, but fuck these were all emotional as fuck. enjoy

ps: i dont really know how to tag people i dont follow. i cant try and tag the authors later. soz!!

pps: most of these i read when i was really into a bottom!draco phase, so most of them contain that, some are switch tho (as it should be, yikes past me)

1. Everything That Happen is From Now On / ~43K

After surviving a brutal assault, Draco tries to navigate the tumultuous waters of his mind, and embrace a bit of love and trust in his life. After all, the smallest steps forward can begin to heal the most fractured of souls

okay so before i get in to how beautiful this story is, i wanna say that it does touch on rape quite explicitly. i cried like an idiot reading the entire thing, because draco’s pain is navigated in the most beautiful and realistic way. it touches on a subject very risky for me, very personal, and i still can’t think of a better drarry story. draco’s very draco about it all, and harry is very harry about it all. it’s just perfect, and messy, and tender, and sad. i’ve reread it more than any other fic, and it doesn’t disappoint.

2. Pocket Full of Starlight / ~46K

When Scorpius Malfoy and Jamie Potter meet at Quidditch camp, they take an instant dislike to each other. Then they discover their lives are more connected than they could possibly imagine.

ah yes. the magic of kid fics. the TASTE

parent trap au. i read this one recently, like 3 months back, and absolutely fell in love with everything about it, partially because the parent trap is legit one of my top 10 favorite movies of all time. its just. the essence, the IDEA, is soooo mf beautiful. i cant get enough of reading when harry or draco finally meet the other twin, or how they cant stop loving each other even after 11 years. my heart clenched throughout the whole thing.

3. Temptations on the Warfront / ~180K

Draco Malfoy is forced into hiding with the Golden Trio and dragged into their search for horcruxes. What ensues is a journey of redemption, unexpected friendships and an unwanted, turbulent romance with Harry Potter. Warnings for swearing, sexual content, and dark themes.

this was the first drarry fic ive ever read, and before this mf i HATEDDD this pairing. so you can imagine how much it took to convince me otherwise, bc i was 100% scorbus before this.

to be fair, horcrux hunting with draco involved is, possibly, my favorite trope ever. its unique. theres tension, both sexual and life threatening. in some ways it romanticizes the war, but fuck it it aint a real war.

slowest of burns. amazing. life changing. long as hell. nothing else to be said except read it right now i demand it.

4. Clouding the Senses / ~58K

As everyone returns to Hogwarts for a final eighth year, some people are coping better with the aftermath of the war than others. After encountering a very drunk Draco Malfoy one night, Harry realises that maybe those that lost loved ones aren’t the only ones trying to escape the war. Blaise Zabini seems to think Harry can help Malfoy, that the Slytherin might actually listen to him. Harry is not so sure. Dependence is a tricky thing, and one addiction can quickly shift to another.

everyone that reads drarry loves 8th year fics, but this ones just kinda different from all those normal (yet entertaining) ones. draco’s an alcoholic in this, and one night harry tries to help him and whoops, one thing leads to the other and they start having casual sex. its really, really amazing how both draco and harry navigate the addiction, i really cant say it has any flaws.

i know the author got a lot of hate on their fics and thats why they took them down, but they’re truly one of the best drarry authors out there. i’ve reread this a couple of times, and the tenderness, the love and confusion is all very on character. a+

5. Restraint / ~153K

Someone casts the Imperius curse on Draco Malfoy, and whatever the instructions may be, Harry finds himself an unwilling target. The encounter leaves him torn between pleasure and revulsion. As they fight in the aftermath, a tense game begins. Harry fights to convince Malfoy, and himself, that he was not affected by that initial encounter, or any of those following it.

Faced with a series of escalating encounters, Harry must come to terms with desiring things he never thought he could, things he wishes he didn’t respond to. They each use signs of arousal as weapons against each other in a mad struggle to finally shame the other into backing down for good.

But it’s only after the game is over that Harry starts to understand.

this is by the same author of clouding the senses, and i read this just this week. at first, it’s shocking, because it plays around with consent in a very unsettling way. when communication comes in, and its starts getting healthier, you can really understand where the author found the idea of playing with consent. it is, in my opinion, 100% characteristic of how they would behave post-war, with that grief and confusion. it’s also dom/sub in some parts, and that’s mf hot.

it also has my favorite tropes in it, but it’s a spoiler to say which one. i’ll probably mention the trope in the list along with a bunch others, but when u finish reading you’ll know which one ;)

6. Humbug / ~30K

Draco has been taking his casual relationship with Harry for granted. Visits from four key ghosts the night before Christmas just might shake up his priorities in life.

(felt like it was valid to just paste what i wrote in my notes app after reading this)

(FUCKKKKKK HOW TO EVEN START?!!!?? just a fucking bonus, draco is THE best bottom o ever exist i love my bottom son so much. this story isnt only amazing it’s excruciatingly painful to read, harry and draco have been sleeping together but harry is completely in love with him. draco doesnt see how much harry cares for him or how much hes hurting harry by treating their fling like its just that, a FLING. with that, draco is haunted by three ghosts. one of the past, the present and the future, AND THEY SET THAT IDIOT STRAIGHTTTT 1800000/10. the gays DO KEEP MF WINNING!!!

7. in your arms, rests my world / ~24K

Harry presses his mouth to Malfoy's forehead; he wants to tell him that he’ll never leave, that he wouldn’t dream of it.

“You make me feel safe, Potter” Malfoy whispers. “You keep me safe.”

the friends with benefits trope doesnt ever disappoint, top 5 tropes fr, especially if its also 8th year. harry and draco get into their little thing, but of course nothing ever is simple between them. by the preview, you can clearly see how much draco likes harry (also another 10/10 trope, the ‘i’ve been in love with harry potter since i was 11′ one). my only tiny issue with this is that harry fucks it up just a tad, but it of course adds up to the drama of it all, which i absolutely love.

noting it also touches on non-con/rape and, and all in all, is extremely angsty. one i was tense from beginning to end. but i am gonna say it ends amazingly and v happily.

8. Playing the Hero / ~29K

Nobody kissed me like Harry did. He kissed like he flew; he kissed like he duelled - with his whole being, not caring about anything else. I had never felt as vulnerable as I did when he kissed me, seizing all and any control I had over myself. But when Harry kissed me, I felt free...

so the thing about angst is that it ignites that mf feeling side u that even tho it hurts you cannot get enough of. this fic was EVERYTHINGGG. it made cry and laugh and smile. also another trope i absolutely adore is them breaking up and not being 100% ok with that, bc ding ding!! YALL STILL LOVE EACH OTHER!!

i cant describe how i felt, honestly. i would just paste my notes (i wont bc spoilers) but it looks like i went thru sum shit. deadass

9. fine i’ll hold my breath / till i forget it’s complicated / ~ 15K with the two parts

Harry and Draco become friends with benefits, and Harry thinks it's more complicated than it actually is.

u know, fluff is a drug. i dont know if its beucase 90% of drarry fics are about angsty get-togethers, but i had butterflies in my stomach when i read this. its adorable. draco is so clearly in love, he jusT SMILES A LOT I CANTTT.

its cute. i love it to death. have some fluff before starting your day.

10. Un Noël très parisien / ~14K

When Draco crossed paths with Auror Potter at a political function in Paris, he was not expecting their former animosity to change into something rather more intriguing. But he could be certain their casual flirtation would not last more than the night, couldn't he?

look. i know i named a lot of my favorite tropes here, but i cant end this without mentioning how much single dad draco affects me. i love scorpius and how much he changes draco in every fic he appears. i love parent draco and i shant be silent about it (especially when scorpius is legit just a year old in this. i died)

as it states, harry and draco have a one night stand but draco thinks thats it, that it was all he was ever gonna have. he’s wrong of course, and the path it takes, with both scorpius and harry there, just melted my mf heart.

well kids that’s all i have for now. imma work on a part two with 10 other fics i really love!1

#drarry #drarry fic #drarry fanfiction #draco malfoy #harry potter #gay #mlm #fanfiction #scorpius malfoy #albus potter #lgbtq fanfiction

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so-langdon · 5 years

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Crave - Michael Langdon x Fem! Reader

Summary: Michael has a nightmare about losing Y/N and she comforts him.

Summary: Story-line change, angst, some swearing, emotional! clingy! needy! Michael, fluff

A/N: I needed some hella needy/clingy Michael so soz for this, it’s probably overkill rip. Also, I wanted the first half of this writing to be italicized to represent it’s a dream, but tumblr is being so weird and is only italicizing some parts on mobile no matter what I do??? So, sorry about that!

Also sorry for the lack of posting/writings. I started a new job and it’s been so crazy busy! 😩

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“What do you mean you’re leaving,” Michael asks sorrowfully, feeling a stinging in his eyes as he follows Y/N into the kitchen. His vision begins to get blurry, blinking the sudden tears away as they fall down his face and he wipes them quickly off before they can be seen. A heaviness grows in his chest, a pang forming and causing Michael’s breathing to become more shallow.

“I mean, I’m leaving. Leaving here,” Y/N says carelessly, looking down at her phone, texting back a friend who’s on their way to pick Y/N up. A couple of suitcases were rested on the floor by the door while she was waiting for her ride to show up. “Where are you going?” Michael asks, taking a deep breath to keep himself as cool, calm and collected as he can. “To Madison’s. I’m going to stay with her,” Y/N says, putting her phone away and looking up at Michael, ignoring the pained expression on his face. “Can I come with you?” Michael asks hopeful. He didn’t want to accept the fact that Y/N was leaving for any other reason except maybe Madison wanting a friend to stay with her for a bit, Y/N just going for a sleepover or something else, anything else besides the harsh truth. “No,” Y/N states simply, cold and impassive. Michael swallows, blinking as his eyes blur with tears again again. “Well. When will you be back?” Y/N stares at him. She sighs, almost annoyed and shakes her head. “I’m not.” Michael bites his lip. “Like, this week, or--” “I’m not coming back ever,” Y/N states. “I’m tired of it here,” Y/N explains. “B-- But. If you don’t like how things are set up here we can change it then,” Michael gestures. “We can fix this place up to how you want if you don’t like how things are,” he offers, trying to convince Y/N to stay here with him. “I don’t mean I’m tired of it here as in this house,” she gazes around. “I mean I’m tired of being here with you, Michael,” Y/N states coldly. Michael takes a step back, body lightly trembling. He knew that was the route things were heading considering Y/N’s behavior. But he was still trying to deny it until actually hearing her say the words. And now that she had, it felt like everything inside of him was collapsing. “What do you mean?” “I don’t want you anymore,” she shrugs. “I don’t want to be with you, I don’t love you,” Y/N says.

Michael blinks, shaking his head lightly, trying to process what she’s just said. He was trying not to believe that Y/N was leaving because of him. He wanted it so badly to be because of just visiting a friend or something more innocent, that she would be coming back at some point. Not leaving for good and because she didn’t want him.

He had been through this too many times. With either being given up on, unwanted, or used and forgotten. He thought he had finally found someone who would never make him feel alone, that he had someone to love and to be loved in return. But now, it was happening all again -- being given up on, rejected -- abandoned.

“You can’t do this,” Michael pleads. “It’s already done, Michael,” she states. “Madison should be here any minute.” “No,” Michael says. “You can’t be doing this.” “I’m sorry,” she says apologetically. He shakes his head. “It’s for the best. We both deserve what’s best and what makes us happy.” “You’re the best there is,” Michael enunciates. “You make me happy.” Y/N hesitates, “I’m sorry.” “This honestly -- This has to be a joke,” Michael shakes his head again, pushing a hand through his tussled blond curls. “This isn’t real.” “This will be a difficult transition for us, but we’ll get over it.” “Get over it?” He narrows his eyes. “What, just like that?” Michael looks at her in disbelief. Y/N stays quiet, looking at him impassively. “You make it sound like what we have together is so easy to throw away,” his voice trails off. “Because it is. There is nothing between us,” Y/N states. “Don’t say that,” Michael begs, wincing from her hurtful words. “It’s true. At least for me,” she shrugs. “No. Don’t say that,” Michael repeats, voice strained. “Look,” Y/N starts, sighing, “We had a good run together, but we–” “’A good run’? A good fucking run? That’s what you’re going to call it?” He says, the hurt in his tone being prominent. Y/N stays quiet again. “We’ve been through so much together, you helped me, and – and – we love each other and now you’re done? You’re giving up? Just like that?” He furrows his pained blue eyes. “I can’t help the way I feel,” she shrugs again. “I don’t want you. I don’t love you anymore, and there’s no point in trying to force feelings when there’s nothing there,” she says.

Michael was suddenly on the verge of a breakdown. The emotions running through his mind, through his heart, it was seeming unbearable. His world was falling apart, breaking into tiny pieces before his eyes. His world was leaving him. “But we’re so good together,” he breathes, trying to control his heavy breathing.

“…Not anymore.”

Michael swallows, having to use every fiber of his being not to blow up into a crying, screaming mess. He felt as if he could feel his heart being ripped into smaller and smaller pieces until nothing was left. He felt like the room was closing in on him, making it harder for him to breathe. He felt as if the air he was breathing around him was escaping from him. But who could blame him? The love of his life was walking out on him.

“I’m sorry for doing this to you,” she says, less than apologetic. Y/N picks up her belongings, opening the front door and taking a step towards it. Michael grabs her wrist, refusing to believe this. “Wait.” “Michael, let go of me,” she looks back at him. “Please don’t go,” he says, his voice sounding straining and becoming shakier from how upset he was getting. “Don’t leave me. Please.” “You need to let go of me,” Y/N says monotone. “Don’t do this to us. We can work through this,” he pleads, voice straining more than earlier. “Let go of me, Michael.” “We can talk about this,” Michael tries, not wanting to give up, “I’ll do anything, we can–” “There’s nothing for us to talk about anymore. Now let go of me.” “No, Y/N, I – I can’t. I can’t…” Y/N tries pulling her hand from Michael’s but he doesn’t let it happen. She tries again, but if anything he just holds tighter, holding onto her and pulling her closer, back into the room and hoping she’ll change her mind. “Let go of me,” she says a bit louder. “Please, Y/N, please don’t do this,” he begs. “Let go of me.” “Don’t do this to us,” he begs. “Michael, let go of me right now. I’m leaving, and you need to deal with it.” “No, no I can’t, I can’t. I love you so much,” he says, voice trembling, his sorrowful blue eyes watering, “please don’t leave m–” “Let go of me!” She calls, pulling her hand away from him harder. “Let go of me right now!” She yells, pulling harshly away from him.

Once out of his hold, she grips her suitcase tightly, and she fades away as she walks out the door. The door slams shuts in front of Michael, him shaking his head as he tries to process what just happened to him.

He was finding it more difficult to breathe as the seconds ticked on; his breathing getting more and more heavy. He wasn’t going to accept this. She always promised she would never leave him like how everyone else in his life had. There was no way this was happening. He loved Y/N with all of his heart, did everything he could to make her happy, and yet, it wasn’t enough and she left him. She was gone, and she wasn’t coming back.

Michael leans forward, resting his head against the door. He slams his fist against it, shaking his head on it. A string of quiet and desperate “No’s” leaving his mouth, his eyes welling up in constant tears. He didn’t give a care in the world about his behavior in these moments. He couldn’t believe what happened, he couldn’t believe he had lost his world. The best thing to ever happen to him just walked out of his life for good and the space around him was crashing down like a ton of bricks.

Michael let out a few low cries, leaning his head down more against the wall. He steps back, shaking his head and ruffling his hair. He pushes his hands through his hair harshly, making his already ruffled hair more messy and tussled. He brings his hands to his face, shaking his head in them.

“No, no, no,” he whined, feeling the water flow into his hands. “No!” He yelled, dropping his hands. He breathed out heavily, having to take a deep breath, but only to keep taking deep breaths as it felt like he had no air to breathe anymore. “This isn’t happening,” he yelled to himself, covering his face again. “No! Y/N, I need you!” He yells as if she was in front of him to hear, hoping somehow she would hear his cries and change her mind.

He turns around, leaning back. He slides down the wall, sitting on the ground, feeling all of it ten times more, every second hurting a hundred times more than the one before, feeling utterly and completely alone and abandoned, all over again like he had his whole life until he met her.

When his eyes snap open, he’s breathing harder than he would be normally. His body is in a trembling state, his heart seeming to be pounding against his chest. He instantly turns onto his side, facing Y/N, reaching over for her.

He was never shy to cuddle into her. She seemed shy sometimes to cuddle into him during the night in the fear of disturbing him from a nightmare or something. But he never minded or got upset if she did. He rather her wake him up in those kinds of moments. He never minded being closer to her, or taking care of her. And when it came to him cuddling up to her, or waking her up over something, he never hesitated, knowing she never minded either.

But as he reaches over for her, he feels nothing but the cool sheets of the mattress and blankets. His eyes widen in alert, his pulse quickening, his heart beginning to pound ten times harder than it was when first waking up.

He feels around in the bed more so, doing a double take to make sure Y/N really isn’t laying down beside him. The fear, the panic, the heartbreak begins to set in for him and he’s already on the verge of an actual breakdown.

He tosses the blankets off of him immediately, jumping out of bed. “Y/N,” he calls, turning his nightstand lamp on. He calls her name again, racing for the door, turning on the hallway light and rushing down the hall. “Y/N,” he calls once more just as she turns the corner a few feet away from him.

“Michael, what’s wron–” she starts, voice soft and concerned. But she stops as Michael rushes for her, grabbing her and pulling her into his arms. He pulls her tightly into his body, his arms wrapping securely around her in the fear that if he let’s go, she’ll leave and disappear.

Michael breathes with relief when she wraps her arms around him, holding onto him just as tightly.

“Are you okay,” she asks. “You’re breathing so heavy and gosh, your heart is beating so hard against me. Are you alright?” She asks again, more concerned, arms holding around him protectively.

“You left me,” Michael gasps, breathing a deep breath in as his chest hyperventilates.

“I’m sorry,” she apologizes, “I was just getting some water,” she pouts a bit.

“No, no. You left me,” he says, voice strained, on the brink of tears. “You didn’t love me anymore. You didn’t want me and you packed up and left. You were done with us and you were done with me. You didn’t love me, you didn’t want me, you left. You were gone, you were never going to come back,” he panics, his hold tightening on her, and maybe a little too tight. But she wasn’t going to say anything.

“Michael,” she pouts more sadly, voice gentle. “No. I’m here. I’m here with you. That was just a bad dream,” she says, realizing he’s woken up from a nightmare. “It wasn’t real,” she brings a hand to the back of his head, pushing her fingers through his cute curls in the hopes to soothe him. “I’m not going anywhere. I love you.”

He exhales deeply, her words flooding through him, bringing him relief of his fear and panic, but his hold not loosening up.

“You mean everything to me. I would never walk out on you,” Y/N adds.

“…It was so hard to believe in the dream. You were – it was like you had no emotion of what was happening. You just wanted out and you were almost too cruel about it. Just wanting to leave, wanting to get away from me for good. You wouldn’t even talk it out, I couldn’t do anything,” his eyes widen a bit as he replays the dream in his head, his anxiousness returning.

“Dream version of ‘me’ sounds like a bitch,” Y/N says quietly, trying to defuse the situation with some humor. But feeling the way Michael still shakes, feeling the way his heart still pounds against her, breaks her heart, making her frown. “I’d never do that to you, Michael,” she continues to push her fingers through his hair, and she leans her head into the crook of his neck, pressing her lips against his skin. “I don’t have enough words to describe to you how much I love you, and how I would never abandon you. It was just a dream,” she says kindly.

He swallows, his hold still not letting up. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm down. But the image of her leaving him replays over and over in his head. His body calms a bit but still trembles in her arms, his heart rate refusing to slow.

“Baby, relax,” she coos, voice gentle and soft. “I’m not going anywhere,” she tells him. His hold around her is already tight, with her arms around him being tight too. But with his behavior, she tightens her hold on him, bringing him impossibly closer to her, there being virtually no space between the two of them at all.

“Y/N, please don’t leave me,” he whispers, voice shaky. “I love you, I love you more than anything in this world,” he begins to panic again. “Don’t go, please don’t ever go away, I’ll do anything for you. I know I was a monster, b-but I’m better now, you’ve helped me, and I’ll do whatever to make you happy, just please don’t leave me, please don’t leave me,” he whispers, pleading and voice full of worry and panic. “I love you, I love you so much.”

“Michael,” she begins as she let’s go of her hold a bit. Doing this panics Michael more and he keeps his hold around her even tighter, refusing to let her leave like in his dream. She tries again, but it doesn’t work. Michael just doesn’t loosen up on his hold. It wasn’t like she was going to let go of him completely, she just wanted to look at him. But she decides on staying put. She wraps her arms around him again, burying her face back into his neck for a moment again.

“Don’t go, please don’t go,” Michael whispers again, him leaning his lower face against her shoulder, his lips pressing to her skin. “Don’t leave me,” he whispers against her.

“Listen to me, Michael. Look at me,” she starts gently.

Michael pauses, but does as she says, letting go of her just a bit to look down at her face. But he keeps his arms around her still.

She pulls her arms away from his body, only bringing them up in between them. She uses her thumbs to wipe under his eyes which are a bit wet from tears. She smiles a bit, her eyes scanning over his face carefully. She leans closer to him, pressing her lips to his, lightly at first. A simple, sweet kind of kiss. She pulls back, giving little space between them. She leans back in, kissing him again, still being just as sweet, but a bit more than the first, assuring him of her love for him.

When she pulls away, she reaches up, grabbing his face in her hands. “I’m sorry you had that kind of dream. I know how awful they can be. But that’s all they are. Just dreams,” she says comfortingly, her thumb brushing under his eyes again. “There would never be a reason for me to leave you. You’re the only one for me,” she smiles a bit. “And you’re not a monster. You never were. You needed some guidance and love, and you got it and now look at how far you’ve come.” She drops her hands, moving to grab Michael’s arms around her.

He figures she’s going to grab him to let go of her. But he’s glad she only makes him tighten his hold, her pressing against his body as she wraps her arms around his torso again. “Never worry about me leaving or abandoning you. It won’t happen. I’m yours.” She leans in a bit, “And you’re mine too,” she smiles. “So I’m never letting you go either. I love you.”

Michael presses his pouty, plump lips together, closing his eyes and leaning forward to rest his forehead against her shoulder as a rush of relief flows through him. “Even though it was just a dream, the way I felt.. It was horrible, unbearable, I – I don’t, I don’t want to even imagine it happening for real,” he shakes his head against her.

“Then it’s a good thing I’m not going anywhere,” she says. She brushes her fingers against his back gently. “Let’s get back to bed, okay,” she says. “Let me take care of you.”

Michael takes a quiet deep breath, but lifts his head, looking at her. He nods, mumbling, “Okay.” He hesitates but he let’s go of her as her arms fall from him.

She grabs his hand, her other hand grabbing theirs together as she walks off down the hallway. She leads Michael to the bed in their room, letting him crawl in as she turns the nightstand lamp off. He sits down, laying his body down and getting comfortable. She brings the covers up on him, tucking him in. She places her hand at his head, pushing some of the blond curls out of his face and leaning down, kissing him.

When she stands back up, Michael quickly grabs onto her hand before she walks off, telling her to stay with him.

“I’m just going to turn the hallway lights off, I promise,” she assures. “I’ll be right back.”

Michael hesitates a second but let’s go of her hand, giving her a nod, trying to calm himself down and taking another deep breath.

After Y/N turns the lights off, she kneels onto the bed, crawling over and standing on her hands and knees over Michael. She sits down on his lower waist, straddling his body. She leans over with a smile on her face, kissing him, first simply like earlier, but quickly transitioning to a deep and fuller kiss.

She pulls back barely, Michael feeling the smile on her lips. She presses her lips back to his, pulling back once more and kissing him again, and slower. Slow to where as she leans in each time, it causes a type of craving, a yearning in Michael as he impatiently waits for her lips to touch his again and again, not wanting her to ever stop.

She sits up after, moving her hands to rest on Michael’s collarbones. “I love you,” she states to him, wanting to make sure he’s reassured.

Michael’s hands move, grabbing onto her waist. He holds onto her, sliding his hands down slowly, feeling the curves of her body, a solace flowing through him. His hands slide down to her lower hips, gripping her in a secure fashion.

Y/N leans down, pressing her chest against his. She rests an arm beside Michael’s head, her fingers playing with his hair. Her other hand comes to his face, her fingertips tracing over his skin gently. “You’re okay,” she says in a reassuring tone.

He nods, feeling better than he had before when first waking up from that nightmare.

Y/N’s fingertips continue to trace over his skin softly, her eyes staying on him as they’ve adjusted to the darkness around them. His eyes don’t leave her face either, his focus being solely on her, as it always is it seems. Never wanting to miss a glimpse of her beauty, of her contact, of her anything.

Michael smiles, leaning up and pressing his lips to hers. He uses his hands to help push him to sit up, then leaning over Y/N and turning her to switch their positions, causing her to lay against the bed as he rests against her body.

He kisses her again once adjusting his body between her legs. Y/N’s hand on his cheek stays in place as their lips move sweetly and deeply together. He keeps his lips to hers, yearning for her, never getting enough of her, Michael knowing he will always crave and need her.

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Return to New York

Part 3

Riley Brooks never returned after being thrown out of the Coronation. Liam cleared her name, and they tried to find her with no luck. One day they returned to New York and by fate she turned up at a cafe due to Daniels ‘meddling’.

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*****

“Please don’t marry him.” Drake sighed regretting saying this. “I just... I am in love with you Riley Brooks, and I can’t watch you with him... I want you to be happy... honestly I do... just give me and Cordonia another chance... then you can make your decision...”

“Drake, I’m marrying him in less than two weeks... I can’t ... I love you too... I... I should go...” Turning around she placed her engagement ring back on her finger, whilst shaking. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I was thrown out of the coronation Drake, here’s my number. Don’t be a stranger.” Fuck what am I doing? I don’t want to leave him. “Ri... I hope you’re happy. Don’t forget that I love you and always will do.”

Leaving the room she slid down the wall in the hallway unable to contain her emotions- almost reconsidering her actions, wanting to storm through the door and claim Drake as her own as she wanted to all those years ago. Wiping her tears, she was undecided about what her future held for her.

Drake threw the whiskey bottle against the wall as she left, feeling frustrated allowing her to walk away from him again. Believing now that it was never meant to be. The last time Drake cried was possibly when he had lost his father, years later he found himself crying over the girl he lost yet again.

*****

Eleven days after they returned to Cordonia from New York, Maxwell knocked on Liam’s study door. Usually the King would answer straight away- ignoring protocol the Lord barged through the door, immediately regretting his actions.

“Your Majesties, honestly....” Tutting and shaking his head. “Is this what they call working nowadays?”

“Maxwell! Get out of here!”

“Sorry Anna, Jesus I can practically see the baby’s head appearing...” Covering up his wife, Liam’s eyes widened a she focused his gaze towards his friend.

“Maxwell this better be important. What’s up?”

“Ohhh I’ll give you a minute to clean yourselves up... I just needed to ask a favour... rather than sex, why not try giving her a spicy curry?” Maxwell suggested- Liam grit his teeth, his wife felt him become tense. Pulling her pants back up, she jumped into his arms and passionately kissed him.

“I love you Liam, I’ll see you soon.”

“I love you too my queen.” Reaching for the scotch, he was annoyed that his friend had cockblocked him in his own private space. Sighing as taking a sip, he hoped that this was important and not nonsense.

“So?”

“Erm, I had an SOS call from blossom last night...”

“Is she okay?” Liam asked in a panic stricken tone of voice- he cared for Riley beyond words even when she disappeared out of their lives.

“I’ve been speaking to her since we left, she’s having cold feet. I can’t go to the wedding tomorrow and watch her marry someone she doesn’t want to...”

Riley was at her final dress fitting, most brides would be excited the closer it got to their wedding day- but not her. Covering the bruise up with make up, she had hoped that the dress would cover it up- which it did, luckily. The night of her kiss with Drake she returned home, Harry immediately smelt whiskey and cologne on her- in a jealous rage he grabbed her arm pleading for the truth from her, which she eventually confessed. Loosening the grip, he apologised immediately for harming her - reviving his normal personality, the one she fell in love with. Ringing Maxwell up on the way to work; she needed advise but didn’t want to inform him of the injury on her arm.

“Hey Max!” Maxwell excused himself from the table, gesturing for Olivia and Hana to follow. Ever since he found out that they had been in touch with her over the years, he had been plotting with them a way to get her back in Cordonia. Since their return, Drake had kept himself to himself- not wanting to talk to anyone no matter how hard they tried to convince him.

“Hey Blossom, how are you?”

“I’m ... erm.... I’ll be fine. How’s Drake?”

“Quiet.” The two women answered in unison.

“Hey you two. Max.... I keep breaking hearts, everyone is going to hate me. I just don’t know what to do. I want to run. I want to scream. I cry all the time.”

“Do you want me to come now?”

“No. I’ve got this stupid rehearsal dinner. Shit. I can’t do this.”

“You’re the stupid bitch who fucked her boss, got engaged to him. If you don’t want this don’t do it!” Olivia snapped, she had spent three years being frustrated with Riley’s attitude- she wasn’t exactly Drakes biggest fan but at this moment in time she knew that they were made for each other.

“Max, I’ll see you in a couple of days- I expect a good speech at the wedding. Love you all.”

After reiterating the conversation on the phone, Maxwell’s eyes pleaded with his friend- the King, to help him. “So what favour do you need?”

“I need the jet... for a runaway car- well plane- well jet... you know what I mean.”

“And what if she marries him?”

“Then I’ll be travelling back in luxury your Majesty- but you know how persistent I am...”

“I hope you succeed in bringing her back. Take Glen with you. I’d suggest Bastien, but I’ll need him here.”

“Yes Sir. House Beaumont will revive.” I hope so, Liam thought to himself.

*****

Riley added the finishing touches to her bridal look, unable to look at herself in the mirror- guilt for breaking Drakes heart. Drake. That’s the man she was thinking about on her wedding day to another man. Even during the rehearsal dinner, her thoughts lingered on Drake Walker- wondering what he was doing, was he thinking about her too? Providing fake smiles towards everyone that attended the rehearsal dinner, Harry had no inkling regarding Riley’s true feelings- if she learnt anything from Cordonia it was from Liam- his stoic expressions. Holding the three handwritten letters in front of her, she had an hour to make a life changing decision.

Maxwell opened the door slowly yet quietly not wanting to announce his presence, viewing her staring at her reflection in a trance- his heart broke for her.

“Surprise Blossom!” Lifting the white lacy material up, she turned towards him- tears flowing down her face uncontrollably. “You look beautiful Riley, like a princess.. you should be happy.”

“I... I can’t do this.... I can’t marry him Max...”

“Well you know what to do....”

“What?”

“Take those shoes off before you break your neck and run. I’ll race ya.” Still undecided about what to do, Maxwell knelt down- removing her shoes. “You don’t want this Ri. Don’t put yourself through anymore heartbreak. Follow your heart.”

“Can you do me a favour? Can you give these letters to Harry and Lissy?”

“Of course. Who’s the other one for?”

“Drake. If I went through with it, I needed him to know the truth.”

“Well you can give him it yourself. Then maybe have make up sex.”

“Max! We haven’t even slept together before. We’ve just kissed.”

“But I bet you had scandalous dreams about doing more with the handsome commoner?”

“Shut the fuck up- are you getting me out of this marriage or not?”

“Yes Lady Riley Of House Beaumont- I will deliver the letters. Then we run.”

*****

“Yo dude....” Maxwell shouted walked down the aisle, over dramatically bowing to the guests.

“Shouldn’t you be walking down with my bride?”

“Yeah about that... here... sorry dude but you’re just not the one for her. Nice knowing ya. No hard feelings mate, soz. See ya.” Running back up the aisle, through the echo of gasps- he knew they had to run before Harry convinced her to marry him. Entering the room, he hoped she was ready to leave.

“Whatcha doing still in your dress?”

“I can’t get the zip down... fuck it. Let’s go, I’ve been looking at flights.....”

“Don’t bother, we are travelling in style- the jets waiting quick!” Grabbing her arm, she stopped him.

“I need my things Max.”

“Why do you think I was late? Glen broke into your house and literally threw everything into boxes.” Before Riley could react, he grabbed her hand again- leading her out of the hotel. Running into the middle of the road- he hoped a cab would stop.

“Max!”

“What?”

“You’re going to get yourself killed!”

“But it worked it... so it’s all okay... jump in blossom.”

*****

After a long flight, they arrived back in Cordonia- Riley’s hair had become slightly dishevelled but Maxwell still believed she was still beautiful. Laying on his chest during the flight- he was eager to text Drake immediately, but decided against it. Feeling smug with himself for wedding crashing, he couldn’t wait to see everyone’s expression when he walked in with Riley.

Glen opened the door of the SUV when they arrived at Ramsford- Riley had fallen asleep again, deciding to carry her he was grateful that she was as light as a feather.

“Honey I’m home!” Maxwell shouted, laughing to himself. Walking into the lounge, he saw all their friends look gobsmacked that the spare heir, the ‘dopey’ friend had succeeded.

“What have you done to her? Drugged her?”

“Jet lag... why would I drug her Liv? Shh... she’s waking up... blossom? Welcome home baby.” Bertrand knelt down, he never believed in Riley during the social season but he was glad that she was home.

“Hello Lady Riley. Welcome back.” Helping her sit up, she rubbed her eyes- removing the remainder of sleep. Still wearing her engagement ring, looking at it made her for the first time feel guilty. “Thanks Bertrand. Nice to see you all.” Noticing that Drake wasn’t there she felt slightly disappointed but didn’t blame him one bit.

“Lady Riley, I’d like to introduce you to Queen Anna- my wife.”

“Hi Anna, Erm your Majesty. It’s so lovely to finally meet you.”

“And you too. I’ve heard so much about you. All these lot ever do is talk about the infamous Riley. Especially Drake.” Providing her with a soft smile, Riley tried to ignore the fact that she mentioned his name. Noticing Liam and Anna hold each other tightly yet lovingly, Riley in a way was glad with how the past events occurred.

“Well I did cause quite a stir during my short time here.. I’m just going to get a drink of water, have a wander around. Get my bearings again.” Maxwell was about to become her shadow until Olivia pulled him back down.

“What the fuck Olivia?”

“She needs this time alone...” Emphasising the word alone, everyone but Maxwell knew what she was referring to.

****

After helping herself to a glass of water, her mind led her to the ballroom. Closing her eyes, her memories from the infamous Beaumont bash rushed through her mind.

Welcome to the Beaumont Bash... you’ll recognise some of these fine floral arrangements as yours...

Brooks... you look...

Yes?

Ready for the party. Everything here really came together.

I know, right? Though... you don’t look like you’re dressed for the occasion.

You don’t like this look? This shirts clean.

I guess that’s the most I should expect. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you dress up for these fancy events. It might be a nice change of pace.

Eh. Fashion is subject. Besides, people are here to see the prince, not me.

“Not everyone was here to see Liam. I wonder if Maxwell wants a replay of truth or dare tonight? If I was stranded on a deserted island, where I’d never see anyone or any civilisation ever again- I’d always choose Drake.” Laughing at the memory, she raised her glass into the air- to friendship.

“Be honest Brooks, you just want me there so I’m suffering as much as you are.” Turning around following the location of the voice, she believed that she was hallucinating. Seeing him leaning against the wall, folding his arms wearing that infamous smirk- she placed the water on the windowsill.

“Mostly just to see how you’d look in a grass skirt.” Both deciding to walk towards each other, closing the distance- Riley jumped into his arms holding him tightly. Leaning down kissing her, it somehow wasn’t the same as before. In his mind, this time someone had actually chosen him or so he hoped. Parting away from the brief reunion kiss- they stared at one another longingly, neither knowing what to do next. Drake still held her protectively and leaned back in- their lips crashing together, their tongues battling against each other’s, both fighting for dominance. Placing her back on the ground, he pulled her flush towards him- laying her head on his broad chest, she listened to the rhythm of his heartbeat increasing.

“I knew you’d change your mind. I knew you’d come.”

#trr #trr fanfic #trr choices #trr returntonyc #drake x riley #drake x mc #maxwell beaumont #liam rhys #drake walker #riley brooks #anna rhys #duchess olivia

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sveasauvageon · 4 years

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Ce qu'il a donné Un an, deux ans, cent ans de bonheur Puis la vie te cueille comme une fleur || GW

☾♔; March 5, 2018 ☾♔; sotd: Котик by Alexander Rybak ☾♔; comedian otd: JOHN OLIVER ☾♔; GW To do list ☾♔; {G} https://goo.gl/XSTtMc ☾♔; mod(s): @themadmonarchist @maybones et moi

Title: lyrics from "Requiem" by Alma

--featured not-mine oc's - Eloise Avery | @themadmonarchist - Minah Delacroix | @maybones (see what I did there with the Serena and Blair positioning? -eyebrow wriggle thing-)

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Updated GW to-do list: - Division of labour (we should really start saying when one of us starts working on something because otherwise we'll end up with redundancies since we think disturbingly alike) - the "chuck" problem: okay, tbh, it's more of an Ed Westwick problem than a chuck one. I don't know how you guys have reacted to the me too and time's up movements, but mine has been to cut all those men out of my sphere of entertainment, I even cut out "witch hunt", "not all men" type dudes, and "only fondled their breasts on tv and apologized for it" men (aka Ben Affleck), because time is up for all of you! Soz, not point, but since last October, Ed Westwick has been caught up in this, and thus far 3 women have accused him of ra.pe and a fourth of sexual misconduct. Now, I know it's not Chuck's fault that his portrayer is a ra.pist (allegedly), but there is still an issue with including his face, etc in aesthetics and gossip girl material because his face is that of a ra.pist's (allegedly). Tbh, I wanna leave him (Ed Westwick) out of material and only discuss Chuck and avoid showing his face or use a dreamcast instead, but like, I dunno what you guys wanna do. Chuck is a great character, although, early on, he was quite rap.ey, the character, and it does not help that his portrayer has since been revealed to be a ra.pist. Allegedly.

- also, going back up to the redundancy issues, I love both of your aesthetic collections and playlists, so for those, I was thinking for playlist, we should make one big playlist on spotify that's collaborative, so that everyone can add their music and it'll kind of be a huge explosion of musical tastes. But also, maybe have a collection that has a link on the group info for individual playlists for characters, and the group made by us and/or others. For aesthetic collections, basically the same idea with one big collaborative collection, and then that collection will have links to other collections (yes, I'm a little ocd).

- also, also, this is completely unrelated, but I was watching trevor noah's show and he made a joke about how much trump's male employees snitch and gossip like sht, but the woman haven't revealed squat. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CpmlVWFTW8A) It's really funny, and honestly, stupid people fcking up in trump's circle very publically is basically what's keeping me alive. It's just hilarious how stupid some of these people are. ___________________________ Another Update (I'll leave those up until @maybones weighs in on them)

I was working on a draft of the group description to show you guys, and I was using a template of one of my old groups and rewriting stuff and changing it to suit our purposes and I realized how many freaking rules I have (I'm so picky), anyway, some of this stuff obvs won't be applicable (like, there's one about characters dying and I don't think we were planning on going that dark. although, serena was an accessory and chuck kind of killed his dad, so meh, maybe?) anyway, I wanted your opinions on what rules to keep and/or change:

✠ RULES AND GUIDELINES {GENERAL} ✠

I. Please be kind to each other. Your characters can be total jerks, but let us, the creators and/or writers be kind, polite, and respectful (aka, channel your inner Canadian guys). There will be absolutely ZERO tolerance of discrimination. You will be immediately removed from the group, and your actions will be documented and reported. PM me immediately if someone harasses you or you notice harassment between members. ⠀⠀Ia. If you want to be anonymous, for any reason, you can send in your complaints here {https://goo.gl/kbTXeU}, it's a google form, and it doesn't ask you verify your email, and the username option, is just an option, it's not required. If I need to make further contact/information from you regarding your concern, I'll make a group announcement vaguely describing your issue, and you can send in further information anonymously again. I'll be checking the form at least once a week.

⠀II. I'm not giving this any specific rating, however, I will say, you're free to include whatever "adult" content you want, whether it be swears, gore, or the dirty stuff (I'm totally a mature, grown up adult guys). However, do be careful of polyvore's stupid censors, use workarounds like writing your story in google docs, or accents for swear words.

⠀III. This is a non-elimination group, but characters can die. It may be used for inactive members, or if you wanna kill 'em off or maybe revive as a ghost or something else. Permission will always be asked of the creator first (with the exception of characters belonging to inactive members, whose characters may be killed off as penalty).

⠀IV. If you miss 3 consecutive contests (without informing me), you'll receive an "x", "|" will be used to break up non-consecutively missed contests, anyway, if you miss 3 in a row, that will open your character to be killed by either myself or other group members. You will be notified, but your permission will not be asked. If you wish to rejoin at a later date, and you character has not been killed off, simply pm me and continue with whatever contest is in progress. If your character has been killed off, you can re-audition with a new one, and I will transfer your points to your new character.

⠀V. Always pm me, your vodka aunt mod, if you feel you'll be unable to enter a contest, your reason doesn't matter. Just let me know you can't get your entry in, that way you won't receive an "X".

⠀VI. Plotting will be left open throughout the group, however, please establish a few of these before contests begin, and always ask permission when using someone else's character(s) and be sure to tag them in your sets. Please, PLEASE work with others, I hate when people just do their own thing in oc battle groups, this is a collaborative story, everyone's stories and ideas matter. I will call you out if I notice something that contradicts the connected story, and I will always, ALWAYS incorporate the stories of group members into the overall narrative. ⠀⠀VIa. Narrative precedence will always be given to the person who completely finishes the description of their set first.

⠀VII. There is not a list of roles to pick from, you can create whatever roles you want, however, I may ask you to change it if I feel your character may become "villager number 6" and not fit in with the action. Rules, regulations, and suggestions for roles can be found here: [placeholder].

⠀VIII. Always be sure to tag the member's when you use their characters and give credit where credit is due.

⠀IX. Plagiarism will not be tolerated and you will be removed and reported. If you're inspired by someone else's work, credit them, otherwise you're stealing.

⠀X. Sets unrelated to the group will be removed.

⠀XI. You will NOT be required to write out a full story. Story portions can be answered in paragraphs, but full stories are always welcome and appreciated.

⠀XII. Do not use templates for contest entries unless otherwise stated.

⠀XIII. Always feel free to contact me with any and all questions, and/or suggestions. You can also send them through the anonymous complaints form, found here: https://goo.gl/kbTXeU

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✠ RULES AND REGULATIONS {FACECLAIMS} ✠

I'm quite picky about these, but I'm not gonna be pedantic about it this time. You do you. Having said that, there are still some rules and regulations, as well as a challenge.

⠀I. All faceclaims must be above the age of majority (that's 18+ nearly universally on the planet), there is an exception for child characters but all main OCs must be at least 18.

⠀II. All faceclaims MUST be professionals. They can be actors, models, even singers. However, they must be singers of some note signed onto a label company, like Taylor Swift, or my beloved Dima Bilan (who's also an actor. a good one. yes, I'm bragging). Your faceclaim CANNOT be someone insta-famous, youtubers, or tumblr tweens.

⠀III. Whilst I'm not going to reject any faceclaim on the pedantic basis of "I don't like them", there are some faceclaims that I will and for one reason, and one reason only. Sexual misconduct of any and all kinds. Hollywood and the media are finally cleaning house, and I don't want those dicks in my nerd sht either. To be clear, I don't care whether the misconduct was simply groping a woman's breasts on camera and apologizing about 10 years later, I am going to reject everyone who's been accused. Examples include; Ben Affleck, Casey Affleck, Ed Westwick, Jeffrey Tambor, Danny Masterson, Andy Dick, Dustin Hoffman, and fcking Mel Gibson. (Side note, these are just actors, for a wider list of men who have fallen since the Harvey Weinstein story broke in October 2017, I recommend you check out this article {https://goo.gl/Uq65Qv} by the NY Times) ⠀⠀IIIa. If you notice I have accepted someone who has been accused of sexual misconduct/harassment/assault please inform me right away, and ideally with a link to a news source from where you learned about (I will google it myself, but the ready-to-go link would be much appreciated.) ⠀⠀IIIb. Also, Alec Baldwin is on my list of rejected faceclaims. He's not been accused of anything, yet, but I'm not liking his defensive attitude of alleged rapists. Fúck off. Matt Damon also falls under subsection B, for a slightly different reason, but fúck him too. In this watershed moment, I have no time for defensive d i c k s and "not all men" a s s h o l e s.

⠀IV. The Challenge: a lot of us have certain fave fc's we use over and over again (I'm certainly guilty of that), so my challenge is for you to use a faceclaim you have never used before as your primary oc. This is gonna be based on the honour system, some of you guys I may know well, so I'll know if you're using your fave again, but others I may not, and I can't aggressively stalk everyone, so I won't call out anyone for not doing it. It's just a fun little challenge, worth 10 bonus points, if you opt to do it. But again, it's based on the honour system, I'm not gonna stalk anyone, but if I know you and you lie to me on the audition form. First, I'll be hurt, and second, I'll say sorry and tell you you're not getting those bonus points.

(I know, two sets of rules makes me such a di.ck, it's why I need your help guys!)

#polyvore #gw #eloise avery #Svea Sauvageon #minah delacroix #doll set #mine #anna #may

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queerlynx · 4 years

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tagged by @elinaline lets fucking go

1. What is the colour of your hairbrush?

my what (have you seen my hair, seriously)

2. name of a food you never eat?

garlic and i WILL die on that hill

3. are you typically too warm or too cold?

always too fucking warm. im literally never cold. people ask me 10x/day ‘arent you cold’ even tho ive told them 1000x that no, i am never cold

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago?

i think i was still at the shops or maybe getting ready to go to the shops?

5. what’s your favourite candy bar?

always a slut for a snickers

6. have you ever been to a professional sports event?

i dont think so? what would i do there anyways ……oh wait no i went along to a professional tennis game w my ex’s brother i think? i can barely remember it was like 6 years ago

7. what is the last thing you said out loud?

genuinely can’t remember even tho it was probs less than 15mn ago to my flatmate. most likely something about the cat being cute. or maybe it was TO the cat. who knows.

8. what is your favourite ice cream?

chocolate probably? or banana? banana and chocolate is also good

9. what is the last thing you had to drink?

lemonade cause thats all i drink

10. do you like your wallet?

it’s BB-8!!! so yeah of fucking course

11. what was the last thing you ate?

a bagel w blue cheese laughing cow, ham, and one of them shitty toastie super processed cheese slices

12. did you buy any new clothes last week?

me and whose money lmaoo i can barely afford food rn

13. last sporting event you watched?

nope

14. what’s your favourite flavour of popcorn?

recently ive discovered you can drizzle maple syrup on popcorn and oh boy. other than that probs salted caramel sauce. but like i almost never have popcorn

15. who was the last person you sent a message to?

im gonna assume this is any message and not just tumblr, in which case it was my fiancé @yearningcurve on whatsapp

16. ever go camping?

i love camping but last time i went was at least 6 years ago ):

17. do you take vitamins?

lol no

18. do you go to church every Sunday?

………moving swiftly on

19. do you have a tan?

i avoid sunlight like the plague so i’ll let you figure that one out

20. do you prefer Chinese food or pizza?

probs pizza but i like both

21. do you drink soda with a straw?

i chug it straight from the bottle lol who’s got the time

22. what colour socks do you wear?

im almost constantly barefoot unless i HAVE to put on shoes and even then i won’t always put socks on if i’m not gonna be outside for long

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit?

im always p much 5mph above the speed limit (fun fact, the display in cars shows your speed as roughly 2mph higher than it actually is, you can check it against a gps on your phone; AND speed cameras allow for +5mph anyway, so why the fuck wouldnt i be)

24. what terrifies you?

like in general?? people leaving me, rejecting me, abandoning me, cutting me out, hating me in secret; not being a good person or liked or useful; people thinking i’m annoying or embarrassing or ridiculous or boring; the list goes on

25. look to your left what do you see?

a very roumd and somft kitty :3

26. what chore do you hate?

anything administrative or on the phone. i dont think it counts as chores but i genuinely enjoy tidying and cleaning so.

27. what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?

i cant tell an australian accent when i hear one

28. what’s your favourite soda?

lemonade, or fanta

29. do you go into fast food places or drive thru?

ever since ive gotten a car p much always drive thru cause why would i sit in a crowded fast food restaurant w screeching kids and angry karens when i could enjoy my disgusting feast in my own home???

30. who was the last person you talked to?

IRL that’d be my flatmate

t31. favourite cut of beef?

sirloin

32. last song you listened to?

Echoes by the Rapture, it played on my shuffle in my car and reminded me of how good Misfits was lmao

33. last book you read?

it would’ve been over seven or eight years ago. can’t remember.

34. can you say the alphabet backwards?

z y x w v u t s r q p o n m l k j i h g f e d c b a

apparently so but it took a while tbh

35. how do you like your coffee?

i mostly drink flat whites w hazelnut when i drink coffee but tbh despite being a barista w a professional grade home coffee machine i barely ever drink any outside of work lmao

36. favourite pair of shoes?

grinders boots AND my trans pride converses. can’t pick between them soz

37. the time you normally go to bed?

really is no normal. anytime between midnight and like up to 5am esp rn during lockdown. i never went to sleep last night actually i’ve been awake for like 28h now

38. the time you normally wake up?

see above. anytime between 10am and like 6pm depending on when i went to bed. outside of lockdown i would wake up exactly an hour before i have work, so anytime between 5am-11am

39. what do you prefer sunrise or sunsets?

sunsets but i really love both

40. how many blankets are on your bed?

one bedsheet and one soft blanket

41. describe your kitchen plates?

they’re green. nobody is surprised

42. do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage?

cider. i be drinkin that shit like its juice

43. do you play cards?

not really altho on lockdown i’ve taught my flatmates a french card/money game called Nain Jaune and they enjoy it so that makes me happy

44. what colour is your car?

dark red like……burgundy kinda?

45. can you change a tire?

probably not lol

46. your favourite province?

province of what lol. either way it’s Brittany.

47. favourite job you’ve had?

ive only ever had the one lmao so, barista it is

48. how did you get your biggest scar?

top surgery (’:

49. what did you do today that made someone happy?

fuck if i know. i guess i made coffee for my flatmates but like i do it everyday so they p much expect it by now i dont think it makes them any happier or like if it does they dont really say it rip

not a big fan of tagging ppl so just. do it if you wanna lol

#Also Sprach Loïs #txt #elinaline #long post

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carlgrimeschandlerriggsimagines · 5 years

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Negan’s daughter chapter 14: Darling

Word count: 2001

Need to catch up? Click me!

Summary: It’s been 7 years...What has changed?

Warnings: Cursing, Smoking, Sex mention

Authors note: Happy new year!

Taglist: @heyworld07 @namelesslosers @smallfryalixa @ask-kakashihatake @emobabygirlsworld @hilove7575 @negans-network

7 years its been 7 years since the war ended Arat, Tanya, Amber, Dwight, Rick they are all gone and they aren't ever coming back they were dead.

Anyways, I now live with Michonne and Judith and her son RJ in Alexandria my dad was still locked away but I visited him a lot nowadays.

The Sanctuary was gone it's basically a ghost town now.

I rolled out of bed at the sound of Michonne calling me from downstairs "Y/n breakfast is ready!" Michonne yells I threw on a pair of high waisted jeans and a black tank top and walked out the stairs "Goodmorning." Michonne says as she places a glass in front of me as I sit down at the table "Morning." I say running my fingers through my hair "Judith! Breakfast is ready!!" Michonne calls out I put some scrambled eggs on my fork and plop them in my mouth "What's on your agenda?" Michonne asks as she sits down with her coffee "Cara wanted me to teach her how to throw knives since we are running low on ammo." I say she grins "You and Cara getting serious?" She asks

I roll my eyes "No she doesn't date. We've done other things but I don't think you want to hear about that." I say chuckling she laughs "No I do not." She says Judith walks down the stairs Carl's hat on her head she then sits down and begins to eat I finish my scrambled eggs and I clean off my plate I run upstairs and into my room, I shut my door.

It was light blue walls with white shelves of different things I've collected I have a decent sized closet and I share a bathroom with Judith I throw on my black boots I look in the mirror and I shake my head I throw off my bra and go through my drawer and I pull out a black "Bombshell" bra as it says on the label I put it on and I then put on my flannel I tie it around my waist and I quickly braid my hair in french braids then I clip my holster to my thigh and put my gun in my holster and my knife in my bed I open my door and walk down the stairs before I walk out the door "Y/n be back by curfew!" Michonne says I look at her "I will." I say she then chuckles "Not getting serious?" She asks referring to the amount of cleavage I am showing I roll my eyes "Shut up." I say I walk out the door and down the steps and over to the training field

I see Cara sitting on the ground "Hey hot stuff." I say jokingly she looks up her blue eyes twinkle in the sunlight "Hey gorgeous." She says grinning

I quickly show her the basics showing her how to stand and how to throw "The trick however far you want it to go is how hard you throw." I say she nods "got it." She replies she begins to throw the knives at the target pretty much all of the knives missing

I suddenly hear the gates open and I see unfamiliar faces walk in followed by a couple of our people I begin to walk over but Cara grabs my wrist before I do "My brother has to keep watch tonight you should come over maybe you can show me some other stuff as well." She says then winks I smile "I'd like that." I say then jog off to the gate my cheeks flushed

(That night)

I look in the mirror a changed my top to a black tight crop top and I put on a matching set of black lace panties and bra grabbed my jacket and I walked quietly down the stairs I see michonne sitting on the couch reading a book "Where are you going?" She asks chuckling "No where." I say she then sighs "Cara's brother has watch until 1:20" she then looks at her watch "It's 12:30 right now so so I suggest you make whatever you two are gonna do fast." she says I grin "Ok!" I say I open the door then rush out to her house.

She sits on her porch her blonde hair falling on her shoulders and a cigarette in between her lips.

She looks at me and smiles I sit down next to her she puts the cigarette close to my mouth and I take a hit.

The next thing I knew I was being slammed against her bedroom wall her lips falling on mine her hands travel to my hips undoing my belt then she begins kissing down my neck leaving a faint trail of hickeys she throws off my belt then begins to unbutton my jeans I close my eyes enjoying the moment my fingers tangle in her hair as she pulls me in for another kiss her teeth catch my lip and she bites down drawing blood.

Suddenly I hear the front door shut. Shit. Her brother must have gotten off his shift early.

She chuckles "Don't worry." She pulls me closer

"We can be quiet."

I quietly shut the door careful not to wake anyone I quietly walk up the stairs and into my room I turned on the lantern in my room and I look at myself in the mirror I was a mess. My hair was messy my lip was bloody and my neck was covered in faint hickeys I throw off my shirt and bra and I throw on a sports bra and a sweatshirt I take off my jeans and shoes then I fall back on my bed and immediately drift off to sleep

(The next day)

I threw my backpack into the wagon Michonne was taking the new group to hilltop along with Siddiq and she wanted me to tag along

"I'm gonna go say bye to my dad really quickly." I say Michonne nods I jog over to where my dad's cell is I open the door and step in my dad sits against the wall reading a book he has probably read a thousand times "Hey sweetheart." He says I smile.

"Hey, daddy." I say he stands up I walk over to the cell bars he kisses my forehead through the bars then holds my hand in his "I'm gonna go to the hilltop for a day or two we have a new group we are taking there just wanted to say goodbye." I say he smiles his grey beard looking like he was Santa clause "Bye sweetheart be safe ok." He says I nod "I will." I say I kiss his cheek

"Don't give Gabriel too hard of a time." I say chuckling he chuckles "No promises." He says

I begin to walk away "Y/n." I turn around "Yeah." I ask "I want to meet the special guy who caused those hickeys when you get back." He says I grin "Ok!" I say chuckling I walk back outside and over to the wagon I pet my horse who I named Darling

She is white with a black spot over her eyes I scratch behind her ears then I climb on the saddle as the gates open then Darling begins to trot I follow behind Michonne and Siddiq and the wagon follows behind us

"What The Hilltop like?" Someone from Magna's group asks "It's nice. but the people there are kinda square in my opinion." I say

(Ok lol my brain can't come up with anything to write about until after they get to hilltop so soz lol)

I drop my knife on the floor along with my gun then the gates to hilltop open I climb off my horse as I see Tara, Enid, and Alden ever since Enid found out about what Carl and I did she has always hated me...Actually, everyone in hilltop hates me now that I think about it.

"And what is she doing here?" Tara asks Michonne "Nice to see you too Tara." I say smiling Michonne looks at me "I wanted her to get out of Alexandria she stay inside the walls all day she needed to explore." Michonne says

I roll my eyes "She shouldn't be here all she does is cause trouble!" Enid says a chuckle "Nice to see you too Enid." I say

I put Darling in a stable "I'll be back Darling." I say I kiss her nose and I walk off over to Magna's group Connie signs something to me

"She wants to know why everyone hates you." Kelly says I chuckle "Long story...let's just say they don't like my dad." I say chuckling Kelly signs to Connie and she nods out of the corner of my eye I see Enid kissing Alden I chuckle "I'll see y'all later." I say

I walk away as Enid walk away behind the house I pull out a cigarette from my pocket I light it with my lighter and I follow Enid behind the house she kneels in front of a water bucket washing clothes I chuckle "You shouldn't smoke they will kill you." Enid says I chuckle.

"I thought you would tell me to smoke the whole pack considering how much you hate me." I say leaning against the house she rolls her eyes "What do you want." She asks I shrug "Just wanted a quiet space." I say

"You shouldn't be here you should have left with the saviors." Enid says I roll my eyes "I tried Michonne wouldn't let me." I say taking the cigarette from my mouth and blowing out the smoke

"Is your dad dead yet?" She asks I chuckle "Nope they haven't joined your dad yet." I say chuckle she looks up glaring I smile "You know what's funny the only reason you hate me is because I fucked the guy you liked you didn't hate me before you found out." I say chuckling

She then stands up pulling her knife out of her holster then she throws a punch hitting me in the jaw I drop my cigarette I suddenly grab her hair punching her I tackle her punching her over and over again she screams "Alden!" She screams "Bitch!" I scream

"Y/n!" Michonne yells she grabs me pulling me back Alden helps Enid up cupping her cheek with his hand blood rushes from her nose Michonne grips my wrist "Stop it!" Michonne says I get out of michonne's grip I walk away cursing under my breathe

I brush out my hair then the door opens to see Michonne "What was that." She says I roll my eyes "Why am I here!?" I yell she tilts her head "What?" She asks "Everyone hates me here! Everyone! They all want me dead!" I yell tears forming in my eyes

"No, they don't sweetheart. Honey they don't." She says pulling me in for a hug I let my tears fall "Yes they do. They all do." I cry she runs her fingers through my hair "I want to go home."I cry "We are gonna leave tomorrow we are gonna get Rosita and we are gonna go home." Michonne says "No not Alexandria I want to go to the sanctuary." I say she kisses my forehead

“You know nothing is there is a ghost town y/n you could get hurt” michonne says she tucks a piece of hair behind my ear

“Come on let’s go get some dinner”

The next morning

I open the door to Darlings stable guiding her out I put her saddle on her and I scratch her behind the ear "We are gonna go home Darling I promise." I say smiling suddenly Tara runs up to me "Negan escaped!" She yells I drop Darlings rope in shock

I snap out of my thoughts and I climb on Darling "Go Darling!" I say she begins to run the gates are open and She runs through "Y/n!" Alden yells but Darling just runs to the road headed towards the sanctuary

#The Walking Dead #thewalkingdead #the walking dead meme #the walking dead smut #the walking dead imagine #carl grimes #carl grimes imagine #carl grimes smut #carl grimes fluff #Michonne #negan x reader smut #negan imagine #negan twd #negan's daughter #Michonne imagine #Enid #Daryl dixon

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