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crappymixtape · 1 year

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my heart in your hands

REQUEST → anonymous, 500 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION ❝ angst prompt: “do you regret it?” – this gives eddie insecure about his relationship with reader after some shit hit the fan vibes | ( 2.2k – a sprinkle of angst, a sprinkle of fluff, all the feelings, established relationship, eddie x reader )

M Y H E A R T I N Y O U R H A N D S 🎶 loner, joan

Eddie was swimming in a sea of bodies, two beers raised safely over his head as he tried to find you in the crowd, music so loud he could barely hear himself think.

When you’d asked him to come with you he couldn’t say no. He never could. Not to you. And even though he didn’t really know anyone at the party he stood by your side smiling and nodding, quietly greeting your friends. Friends of friends. Letting you take the lead and chatting everyone up.

It was what had drawn him to you when you first met. The way your eyes lit up when you were joking and making everyone laugh. All animated and full of energy and exuding this bright feeling. The little group of people around you waiting for the next funny quip, hanging on your words and you loved it. Loved the conversation, the way you made at least two new friends at every single party and Eddie was so happy to just be there along for the ride.

Usually. But tonight felt different.

He expected to run the usual circuit. Walk in, grab a beer, find your friends, laugh all night until things grew a little fuzzy around the edges and go home, but not tonight.

No. Tonight you ran into Remmy.

“Remmy?” your voice had taken on a different sound, so surprised and so happy. Eyes lit up like Eddie hadn’t seen before, big smile pulling at your lips and when he followed your line of sight there was a boy at the other end.

A good looking boy.

Tall. All lean muscle and sharp lines. A shock of black hair and enough of a presence to command the room. Nothing like Eddie. The antithesis of Eddie. Everything he wasn’t and he tried to not let his mind run away with it. Tried to stay grounded. Squeezed your hand in his and followed along.

“Holy shit!” Remmy had yelled back, the grin on his face somehow making him even more handsome and Eddie’s stomach twisted at the thought of the other boy’s hands on your waist. Trailing up your back. Pulling in the scent of your shampoo as your hair fell over your shoulders and holding you close.

Holding his girl close.

“How are you?” you asked, shoving Remmy playfully with a hand pressed to his chest and he laughed. A deeply warm sound that made Eddie burn all the way up to his ears and when your hand fell from his he had to stop himself from grabbing it again.

“I’m great, how are you? I haven’t seen you since graduation,” Remmy hadn’t even looked at Eddie yet, eyes only for you.

“So good. I’m just over at the gallery helping with sales and setting up installations and–”

Eddie cleared his throat, hands clasped behind his back, trying so hard not to cut in and when you heard it your eyes widened.

“Oh! Rem. This is my boyfriend, Eddie,” turning you grabbed hold of Eddie’s leather jacket and pulled him forward, bringing him between the two of you and Remmy smiled his big smile.

“Ed. Lucky man,” Remmy gave him a wink and all Eddie could do was laugh. A small huff of air he had to force out and he hoped neither of you had noticed.

“Hah, yeah. Don’t I know it,” Eddie tried to joke, but it fell short and you caught the shift in his tone, the one that screamed I’m uncomfortable and you thought he needed a break. An excuse to get away.

“Babe, wanna grab us some beer?” you asked, thinking you were throwing him a lifeline and Eddie’s stomach lurched. Grab beer. Away from you. Leaving you alone with this other guy, this other guy you had chemistry with.

“Uh. Y–yeah. Course. Be right back,” he pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead and turned to walk to the kitchen, a peal of laughter falling from your lips as soon as you started talking to Remmy again and the thoughts running through Eddie’s mind started to take hold.

He had to have been an ex. Maybe even the one right before him. The one that drove the bright red Ford Bronco out front with the shiny new paint and rack up top. The one who played ball in college. Parents had a house in the Hamptons. The one who could buy you nice things and take you nice places and treat you real nice. All the things Eddie couldn’t do and as he wove back through all the people with your beers he caught you back by the stereo where he’d left you.

Still laughing.

Still talking.

Still Remmy and he pushed and shoved to get through the crowd.

“Hey, sweetheart. D’you have a minute?” Eddie walked up emphasizing his nickname for you, beer bottle necks held fast in one hand and the other grabbing onto yours.

“Oh?” your brows pinched together, furrowed in concern, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah it’s okay. Just need you in the other room,” Eddie lied and he could feel Remmy’s eyes on him.

“Okay, yeah. Sorry, Rem. Catch you later?” you asked and the other boy shrugged indifferently, so casual, definition of cool.

“Definitely. Real good to see you,” Remmy leaned down to give you another hug and then glanced over at Eddie, “You too, Ed.”

“Yeah. Real good,” Eddie repeated, but he didn’t bother to sugar coat how short it sounded and pulled you away back through the crowd. Down a hallway and through a door and into an empty room.

You watched as Eddie set the beers down on a dresser with a loud, clumsy clink. He roughed his hands over his face and loosed a heavy sigh that groaned low at the end. Upset and frustrated and when he finally looked up at you his eyes were big and sad. Lips pulling down into a frown. His warm smile no where to be found and you felt your heart ache.

“Babe? What’s going on?” worry squeezed in your chest as you watched him, feeling so far from him even though he was only a few steps away.

“Do you regret it?” he asked, voice tight, fingers tangling in his hair as he tried to shove it out of his face. Tried so hard to keep it together and you took a step toward him.

“Wait. Regret? Eddie, regret what?” your heart was hammering now, beating hard against your ribs as you held your breath, taking another step toward him and he swallowed hard.

“Regret me. This. Us,” he flipped a hand back and forth in the space between you and you swore your heart stopped.

“What? No. Jesus, Eddie. Why would I–”

“I know I don’t know how to throw a fuckin’ football. M’not big and strong or–or riding around on some white horse with a bunch of armor and shit, but–but you gotta tell me. If it’s not working or–or if you wanna be with someone else–”

You took the last two steps toward him in one and pressed your fingers to his lips. Stopped the words from coming out. Shook your head and took his face in your hands, eyes searching his. Dark and deep like whiskey. Like liquid amber. Like if you looked hard enough you’d be able to tell him how you felt without saying, but it didn't matter because the words came easy.

“Eddie Munson. I don’t care about big and strong. I don’t care about football or stupid horses. I don’t need any of that bullshit. I need you.”

And his face softened, lips parted, leaned into your touch and let out the breath he’d been holding. Lifted his hands to cover yours, wide and warm and grounding.

“Yeah?” he asked, voice low and rough, thick with the feeling swelling in his chest.

“Yeah. Yes. Eddie–” you gave him a small smile, oh babe, “–I love you, Eddie. And everything that makes you, you.”

And then you pulled him in soft and slow, pressed a kiss to his lips, caught him as he fell into you and it was sweet. Full of promises and adoration and affection and god damn you loved that boy.

Pulling away just far enough to speak you smiled at him, “Plus, Remmy doesn’t know shit about rolling a nat 20 and that’s just a real turn off.”

Eddie’s eyes shifted, warmed, the heat blowing his pupils wide. Liquid honey, burnt caramel and he pushed into you, lips brushing against yours as he spoke, “Sweetheart, you can’t say shit like that. Gonna make me do somethin’ about it.”

You grinned, “Yeah? Maybe that’s what I was goin’ for.”

Eddie crowded in over you, arms snaking around your waist, lips pulling up finally into that smile you loved so much and he hummed, “My girl.”

And you hummed right back, “All yours.”

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vieramars · 4 months

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Spoilers for Dredge and the Magnus Archives!

Behold my rambled about a dredge/tma au. So I just finished the good ending of dredge and ough. Augh. My emotions.

I've been thinking about this potential au for a while but That Scene where you break the mirror gave me some more concrete ideas. If Jon is the fisherman, maybe the "collector" is the Archivist. This begs the question, who did he lose at sea? Maybe Martin, claimed by the Lonely? But as much as I like writing angst I'm too soft to separate them so maybe someone or something else.

The book of the deep, of course, is a Leitner. I love the way it's described in game, physically struggling as you try to throw it back into the sea and making you go through several prompts to do it.

Also I played the pale reach before finishing the game and it was giving slight sannikov land vibes. I think I remember one of the figures in the ice saying that they physically felt the way the cracked ice distorted them. Maybe that's where the distortion is, trapped in the ice, and it reaches out in an attempt to break free so Jon has to cast it back into sleep.

My thoughts about this are very disorganized. I'm not even sure if this would be a somewhere else au or a total crossover. But my brain sure is spinning.

#the magnus archives #tma #dredge #dredge game

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conivolos · 8 months

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pokes head in here. hello coni. pls throw your fics at me i want to read them. what are you most proud of. what are u working on right now. what do you want me to read. i want it all hand it over. (i am being genuine but also silly sjdfklsdj what are u writing i am so curious :eyes:)

adsjaksf hiya!!! :D

and yeah!! i do have a couple of wips i want to rant about kajfhkjah

the first ima shout about (it also might be my favorite but shhh) is a 3rd life renaissance faire au :D its currently treebark and dogwarts centric and is quite literally full of half formed sentences and contextless dialogue, but theres three pages of worldbuilding and plot and im really happy with it so far :D, rens the king of dogwarts (the kingdom the faires set in), and the dogwarts army are, well, the knights of dogwarts. and you know martyn's creeper prank? he makes goose noises instead cause its hilarious and it still scares the crap out of everyone but scott asjkjafh. and ima stop there i dont want to reveal any more cause spoilers askjfhas

another wip is post-canon joel's empires s2 finale!! he is regretting a lot of things and theres three more joels than usual. its likely going to be multichap and full of angst (if i can actually make angst without adding puns into it asjksajfh) with a happy (?) ending :D

a third im hyped about is a waterpark au of sorts, based off of ethos old turf war minigame, The RipZone!! its mostly mycelium resistance centric, purely because i have more of a grasp on writing them than the hep. im not quite sure where to plots going for this one, but i have just enough planned out to be insane about it askdjfaskjfh. theyre highschool ago and its set in australia, at the end of the year, so its the beginning of summer and schools just let out (prime waterpark time babayyy)

and the last is another limited life coral kids fic woooo!! the working title is 'whats your favorite constellation?' and i feel it captures the vibes im going for surprisingly well. its barely written and im hoping it wont be as long as the last lmao, im thinking only about 1k words, and it also wont be explicitly romantic. im playing off of the concept of giving each winner being assigned / associated with a symbol (sun, stars, moon, etc.), and the general fandom confusion on what to give to martyn. and wait i wrote a lil synopsis thing for this like two days ago hold on

'centred on scott and martyn, ties tower has just (or is being) constructed, scott's built them a base, the chaos of bread bridge hasnt quite begun. and, while laying on their beds under the sky, scott talks about the stars above them, lamenting about a past life. martyn and scott discuss the dilemma that is the death games. scott doesnt want to win again and they wonder if martyn's going to win this time. martyns not sure if he wants to (he does). they mostly talk about the stars though, and their favourite constellation. its supposed to be nice and calm, fairly reminiscent of the calm before a storm.'

i edited it a bit, but i reckon its still got the vibes down pretty good :D

oh and also, the fics im probably most proud so far are htgth, really the podcast au in general, and surface of the seas :D

i chose htgth / the podcast au quite a few reasons! theyre the first works i ever finished and published, and, excuse my ego /hj, but, im so happy with the way i got the bad boy's voices to fit really well!! i was (and still am honestly) shocked on how well i wrote them!! (also i really like htgth cause i set myself up some plot points im excited to build up on whenever i get back to writing it akhkfasjhf)

and surface of the seas, partly bc im just really proud of myself for writing that much ksfksajdfh. i think i mostly like it cause the little narrative comparisons and bits of lore just scattered around it :D also when i was almost finished, tying up the loose ends n stuff, it was at around 3-4k and the word count just kept going up its funny now but it was quite daunting when it was happening askfjhahfs.

oh and also maybe ive lost a piece of me, almost purely because of the puns :D

#asks #also hi sorry this took so long to answer #putting thoughts into words is Hard #anyways #this was a bunch of fun answer :D #also how do i tag this #coni wips #aerie beloved #bad boys podcast au #ascending!au #third life ren faire au

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hisunshiine · 2 years

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—whims & inconsistencies | 3

→ posted: july 11, 2022 (sorry it was late)

→ pairing: kim seokjin x poc!reader

→ genre/au: victorian era!au, pride&prejudice vibes, fluff, smut, angst

→ chapter rating: +18 / M for Mature

→ wordcount: 3.4k words

→ chapter warnings: mentions of misogyny, a lot of vulgar things implied, prostitute lessons LOL, female masturbation, bad decisions, drunken run-in, taunting, mimicry, physical assault in the form of grabbing, ripping clothes, non consensual kiss and groping, character intent of sexual assault and or physical harm to reader, physical struggle, running for your life, scrapes, predator-prey feelings of fear, cliffhanger end (sorry) if any of these things are triggering to you, please do not read.

→ credits: @hobeemin for the most amazing banner idea. @peachiilovesot7 you are the best beta reader i could ever ask for. thank you to @moonleeai, @heathfritiiiary, @a_bit_jess and @cherrysoulth for all of your positive cheering and comments on the story! the story is flowing so well thanks to your input!

→ an: sorry this update was late, this weekend was a bit hectic for me! Updates should be weekly! If you would like to be on a tag list, please reply to this chapter or send an ask! this chapter features some heavy warnings which are not used lightly. please do not read if this topic is upsetting and know you are not alone. please see the end of the chapter for more info on this.

series masterlist map of Sonyeondan

taglist: @firesighgirl

Min Yoongi visiting Sonyeondan was always the plan, but seeing his alabaster skin in the sunlight of the city by the sea was a sight for sore eyes. Yoongi steps off the train, meeting you and Namjoon on the platform where you throw your arms around him.

It has been almost two months since you last saw the man, and there is so much that you want to update him on in your life, especially when it comes to a certain eldest brother to the man loosely wrapping his arms around your embrace with Yoongi.

“Good to see you, Min.” Namjoon’s baritone rumbles against you before he steps away allowing you to release Yoongi. His face is slightly red, whether from the sun or from embarrassment from the warm reception he received, you know he will never tell.

“You too. It’s hot in this part of the country, isn’t it,” he says, tugging at his collar as he walks ahead, breaking eye contact. It’s telling of his thoughts and you smile as you follow the two men to the waiting carriage. Jiwoo accompanied you to get Yoongi, as it would be seen as improper to go only with Namjoon, especially since you have already been seen several times being called on by Seokjin.

Climbing into the carriage, you settle into the vacant seat next to Jiwoo as Yoongi hands the footman his luggage for loading. Namjoon introduces Jiwoo and Yoongi to each other briefly and the two appear to be at ease with each other.

“So, care to fill me in on the news you mentioned in your letters?” Yoongi asks as he rolls up his shirtsleeves to the elbow.

“It’s really not news, per se..” you respond, feeling put in the spotlight from his blunt question. Min Yoongi has never been one for subtleties, and Jiwoo jumps on his comment, excited to share your business.

“Oh, it’s most likely that she has been…seeing a certain heir to the Kim fortune.” Jiwoo sits back proudly, raising her eyebrows in jest.

Yoongi looks between you and Namjoon, slightly confused.

“I know only one Kim…but Namjoon isn’t the heir so this means—” he pauses before chuckling and offering his hand to Namjoon. “Congrats on having YN as a sister-in-law, now you’re stuck with her annoying ass.”

You gasp in mock appall; you are quite used to Yoongi’s mouth being a filth pot. The others just laugh, and you swat the air to hush them.

“It is a Sunday, watch your mouth, Min Yoongi. And let’s not jinx it! I am rather content with just being Namjoon’s best friend until things progress further with his brother. But yes,” you continue, turning towards Yoongi, “I have been called on several times by Seokjin, and it seems to be progressing well.”

Namjoon coughs into his hand as Jiwoo stiffles a giggle.

“What?!” You ask, scandalized by their reaction.

“By progressing well, you mean slower than a turtle.”

“Slow progress is still progress,” you rebuttal, and Yoongi sighs as he waits for more information.

“They’ve all been teasing me because it’s been like two months and we haven’t been physical beyond what is acceptable in polite company.”

Gazing out the window, you miss the way they look at each other, all laughing at your tactful way of wording it.

“Don’t mind these ruffians, YN. The boys just know that they’re none too familiar with warming someone’s bed, so they would like to be able to hear all the sordid details.”

You can’t hold back the giggle as the two men across from you jaws flap at being called virgins. You know that they very well may not be as pure as you, but they also weren’t being found in brothels and don’t have rumors of debauchery, unlike a certain group of young rakes.

Yoongi disembarks at the local inn, where he will be staying for the week while he searches for accommodations for his upcoming move. You know that he also plans to seek out a place to work for the time being as well, but his family has enough wealth to support him on this venture.

“Let’s gather Tuesday night. I have several meetings lined up for tomorrow that father wants me to take care of for him, and I will make sure to schedule any further meetings on Wednesday. I’m itching to hear my favorite girl play.”

Smiling at Yoongi and Namjoon, who is staying with Yoongi for a bit longer, you wave as the Jung’s carriage takes you back to the house.

You spend most of Monday practicing some new songs Namjoon composed until bedtime, with a quick reprieve when a delivery of two beautiful bouquets of unique and lively flowers arrives at the Jung residence for you.

Sent by Seokjin, the first bouquet showcases a majority of purple and yellow pansies, your birth flower, with other like-colored flowers to embellish it. The second one holds one you are unfamiliar with, and after a venture into the second floor library for a book on birth flowers, you find Seokjin’s birthday and the meaning of the flower within.

Affection, matrimonial tenderness, and ill-timed wit. You laugh at the last one, thinking back to the first time you met Seokjin when he made Mr. Park mad, but also of the many times during your walks or tea times when he would make a joke that never failed to make you laugh, but always was said at the wrong moment.

When the butler walked in on a poor joke about dogs barking at the wall, or the time Hoseok only heard the punchline to a joke and thought he was being inappropriate with you when he left to the bathroom for a short moment.

You had reassured any thoughts away that he had about Seokjin being inappropriate, but it hadn’t stopped you from the thoughts of what if he had been. You both were adults, of age for marriage, and for marital relations.

You weren’t a stranger to sex and what it consisted of—you were one of very few women at a college full of men, and a woman of color at that. Men often made remarks about your curves—your hips and your lips—and when you overheard a conversation that first month in school, you begged Namjoon and Yoongi to tell you everything they knew, which wasn’t much at first.

As they made friends and went out a few times, they learned more, which they shared with you, and coupled with the books available to you at the college library, you were able to learn quite a bit about the anatomy of a male and how it works with your own. And then there was that one night right before your last semester when the three of you got drunk out at a tavern…a woman of the street had approached your companions thinking one of them was yours so the other must want company.

After explaining to her that they did not want company, you offered to pay her a few coins to tell you about sex. The three of you listened to her with rapture as she spilled all the dirty details, allowing you to ask questions that she answered for a few extra coins. When the men went to pay the tab with the barman, she pulled you aside and gave you free advice—what you could do to see how it feels, before you let a man be the first to touch you.

The three of you left that night, faces flushed with alcohol and embarrassment of what you learned, but you tested out her words and she was right. Now, you lay in your bed, fingers sliding beneath your night gown as your fingertips graze along the inside of your thighs.

You’ve since explored your own body several times since then, and you know exactly what you’d like the man you imagine as you tease at your folds to do to you if he gets you alone.

Closing your eyes, you shift your hips as your legs widen, pulling them up into a butterfly so you can tease along your opening, wetting your fingers as you dip them in lightly. Dragging your fingers up to your throbbing clit, you circle your fingers while pressing along it, biting your lip as the feeling grows in your lower abdomen.

This is the fastest way that you know works; using your own fingers inside of you feels good and you enjoy it, but it never feels like enough. This spot though, this spot that you learned about in a book at school, told you everything you needed to know. Bless Jane Sharp for The Midwives Book.

Imagining it was Seokjin’s long fingers poised against your heat, spreading your essence until in the quiet of the night you can hear the arousal as it slides along your skin, you quietly moan as your breathing grows harsher.

You swirl faster, imagining Seokjin’s pouty lips trailing down your neck, kissing and sucking until he leaves you covered in the proof of your love-making, and you shiver as your chest heaves in delight of the image in your head. Shirtless with his broad shoulders for you to grasp as he enters you, and you’re sure that he would fill you so much more than your fingers do.

Pushing your head back into your pillow, your body slightly lifts as your heels press into the mattress, your climax rushing through your veins until your muscles release their tension and you sink back into the bed.

Trying to catch your breath, you sigh from the post orgasm haze. With how things are progressing, you hope that one day you will be able to experience this with Seokjin.

In the evening, Hoseok rides with you to the local theater, where Namjoon has rented one of the practice rooms. Jiwoo is wrapped up in plans with her mother for the upcoming debut and Hoseok already has plans to go out with friends, so he’s entrusting you to your two best friends.

“I doubt that anything bad will happen with you nerds playing music, just make sure you get home safely. I’m not sure when I’ll be done so have one of them escort you home, okay?”

“Hoseok, you do not live far from the theater, it’s maybe a ten minute walk! It takes longer to walk to promenade with Jin than to go to the theater from your house.”

“If it’s too late, you have one of them escort you. Just because it’s close doesn’t mean it’s safe at night for a young woman.”

You nod, slightly irritated that your gender is grounds to be treated like a fragile being, as if you aren’t made up of the same flesh and bone as the man staring back at you.

“Don’t have too much fun tonight, Hoseok. I don’t want to find you hungover and hanging from the carriage door, having to struggle with the footman to get you up to your room before your father wakes up.”

Hoseok smirks back at your mirth filled face.

“Yah! That was one time, YN, I won’t drink that much again.”

Waving goodbye, you carry your violin case through the theater doors to where you hear a piano forte tuning.

Playing with Yoongi and Namjoon is one of the greatest joys. Namjoon has been working fastidiously, composing music for you and Yoongi to play. Yoongi’s hands move so fast across the keys as your bow slices the strings and Namjoon can’t seem to stop smiling at the way his music sounds when played by the two of you.

Namjoon has such a grand understanding of music, and you can’t quite believe the way he is able to hear you and Yoongi play and tweak the notes he’s thought up to create such a wonderful sound.

Yoongi expresses his plans for wanting to move here permanently as the two of you warm up.

“What about a business teaching music? There’s ample children here. We could teach them how to play! They can put on performances at the theater, and we can set up scholarships for the music conservatory, all of that.”

“I’m a woman, Yoongi. Will we be able to get a business loan if I am listed as a partner?”

“Well, between me and Joon, will we need a loan? You know that I hate having to deal with people who are stuck thinking that women are not the most powerful creatures on this earth. I’d rather not deal with the politics of getting a loan.”

“I agree with Yoongi.” Namjoon nods as he pulls out sheets of music from his briefcase.

“I rather dislike working with men; , women are of a higher caliber in thought and creativity from what I have seen. Though I like Namjoon enough.”

The three of you laugh before getting down to business.

So lost in making music, several hours pass when the three of you finally stop and look at the clock.

“Shit, I’ve got to get home!” Namjoon begins grabbing his sheet music, trying to organize it as fast as possible to place it into his case. Yoongi stretches, arching his back as he bends backwards from sitting at the piano for so long. You rest your violin back into its case and lock your bow in the designated spot.

“Do you need an escort, YN? I’ve got to get home, my father—you know—”

“Go Joonie, it’s like a 10 minute walk, at the most. I can make it home quite fast and your place is the opposite way. No worries.”

“I can escort you, YN,” Yoongi offers as he stands up, but you can see how tired he is. He had many meetings for his father and then had to wake up early for someone who had to meet him today. He’s practically dragging now that he’s no longer sat at the piano.

“It’s okay,” you refuse as the two of you trail Namjoon’s large frame, almost sprinting from the building ahead of you. “I know you have early meetings tomorrow for your father and the inn is the opposite direction.”

The two of you stop outside of the theater as Yoongi locks up the practice room entrance. He gives you a quick hug with a whisper to get home safely before he takes off down the lane, disappearing around the next corner to his accommodations.

The night appears calm, nice and balmy with a breeze, as you meander towards the Jung residence. The deepness of the night takes over the farther you get from the main street, away from the lanterns that previously lit your way.

The wind kicks up a notch as you continue walking, and you wish you had thought to bring a coat with you to fight off the slight chill that seems to grow with every step you take deeper into the night.

Humming lightly to yourself, you don’t notice the shadows following you as you leave the main street.

“Well, well, well, look what we’ve stumbled upon, boys!”

His deep timbre voice causes your step to stumble slightly as you hold the handle to your violin case tighter. The laughter from the other two fills you with dread.

“Good evening.” Your voice is clipped as you hasten your step to get home.

“Great evening…I must say, I didn’t expect you to be two-timing my brother, but it’s always the ones who play innocent, huh?”

“What are you speaking on?” you’re actually confused, stopping to face Taehyung and his lackeys.

“You were wrapped up in that guy's arms, the guy who’s friends with Joonie. Bet you and him have been fucking since college, huh? And my brother is just for fun? Did you also let Joonie fuck? Maybe the three of you had some fun while at college?”

You can smell the alcohol on him; he steps closer to you and you realize your mistake in stopping. The three corner you against the brick wall along the abandoned, dark lane as your heart races.

“What’s one more then, pretty girl? The three of us and you? I can promise you’ll have fun.”

“Haven’t had anyone complain yet.” Your eyes flit to one of the other men, Park Jimin you believe his name was.

“No, the screams were in pleasure…once the pain subsided.” The last one, Jeon Jungkook, leans in closer, smirk on his face and you can see how other girls get caught up in their looks. The three men are beautiful beyond belief, but their intentions are sinister.

Taehyung grabs at your arm, and you pull away causing your sleeve to rip.

“You really think you can stop me? Stop us?” His voice is a low growl sending warning signals as goose pimples across your skin.

“I’ll scream.”

“Go ahead,” he replies as he raises his voice to continue on. “Scream until your heart's content. We’ll just cover that saucy mouth of yours until Jimin here has his pants down far enough to fill it.” He sounds like a drunken circus ringleader, entertaining a crowd.

You know better than to think he is just putting on a show though—you know that this time, they aren’t playing. They’re drunk and menacing, and if you don’t do something, you will end up shamed. It is a fate worse than death.

“Stay away from me.”

“Stay away from me,” Jungkook mimics, and you ready your violin case.

When the men lunge for you, you swing hard and fast, able to take out Jimin and Jungkook, the two men falling over each other as your instrument leaves your hand. The two take to the ground with the case landing on top of them, and the cobblestones under them break their fall.

Drunk and groaning, the two are slow to move, thrown off as their equilibrium goes off kilter. Unfortunately, Taehyung dodges your swing and he pins you to the wall roughly with his left arm barred across your chest and his leg splitting your thighs. His hand grips your upper arm as he pushes his elbow firmly to the other side to pin you down. You can feel the wall scraping your exposed skin as you’re pressed harder against it.

“I love your fear. Crave it. Run, little rabbit, and I will catch you.”

Taehyung presses his mouth to your lips, his free hand groping your breast as you writhe against him, trying to free your hands from how his arm is pressing them against the wall.

His hand moves down along your body, leaving the bodice and grasping at the skirt of your dress. You can feel him bunching up your petticoat as he gathers the fabric in his large hand, your legs being revealed as his hand breaches your thigh.

Panicking at how close he is coming to touching your most intimate area without any barriers, your actions grow desperate. Turning your head to break the sloppy kiss, you bite at his face and he loosens his grip, bringing his own hand up to smack you across your cheek.

The pain is heavy, but you don’t let it disorient you, and instead take in that his movement was enough that you can get one arm free. Raising your hand, you claw at his already bitten face, and he releases you more, until you have both hands free to fight back.

Lifting your knee, you collide with his groin and he keels over. Taking a chance, you run back the way you came towards the main street, praying that you can find someone, anyone who will help you get to safety. Stumbling, you feel your knee meet gravel but you push yourself back up.

“Run, pretty little rabbit!” Taehyung’s deep voice follows you down the dark street, echoing off the brick walls as you hear the sound of three sets of footfalls chasing after you.

“Go that way, we gotta stop her!” You hear them yelling at each other and can tell when the footsteps behind you lessen, and you know that if you don’t get to safety soon, this will be your last night on earth. There’s no way they’ll let you live to tell the tale.

Heart pounding, you’re so close to the lantern lit main street and out of the shadows when you hit a solid wall; a warm blooded chest heaving with a heavy breath appears from the last alley between you and Main Street as the owner’s arms come up to grab your upper arms and still you.

You let out a blood curdling scream.

series masterlist —thank you for reading! feedback is greatly appreciated!! please let me know what you think of this story! the encounter that reader has with taehyung/maknae line plays an important role in the story and is something that is a reality that many people, including myself, have faced. i did not use it for fun and the decision to include it was not a light one. if you or someone you know needs to reach out, most US cities have a 211 call line set up for resources for your county/district.

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convenientalias · 1 year

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My 2022 Kdrama Roundup

Making my 2022 cdrama roundup is taking too long (...I watched so many fuckign cdramas this year) so, since I watched considerably less kdramas, I decided to just do a post of them first!

KDRAMAS I FINISHED THIS YEAR:

The King's Affection--A kdrama targeting me personally. A crossdressing female crown prince would have been enough, but did she have to be so lethal? So handsome? Did she have to be good at both archery and swordfighting? And schemey? And did her love interest have to be a bisexual Rowoon? I was Attacked. My favorite kdrama of this year!

Eve--I'm always here for a solid Monte Cristo. Just people coming back with a new identity to fuck up the lives of those who wronged them. Lee Ra-el really goes for it. The drama, the angst, the fashion! Also the femslashy tension with Han So-ra was great, I need more female archnemeses in my life. The only thing is I didn't really like the actual romance that much? Maybe I just don't understand the tango.

Alice, the Final Weapon--More of a miniseries. The dynamic is a female assassin/a kind of suicidal masochist who becomes more invested in life after meeting her. And they're both highschoolers? Honestly the only way to sell me on a teenage romance is to make it this insane, I did enjoy.

The Silent Sea--Ngl it did creep me out a lot. The lunar water, that is. Didn't feel super connected in the characters bc this show is more about plot, concept, and action than character development, but it was quite tense and I was certainly invested in whether they were going to survive.

KDRAMAS I ALMOST FINISHED BUT DID NOT BUT WILL FINISH IN 2023, OKAY? REALLY!

Alchemy of Souls--I love Naksu/Mudeok! I love her fucked up mentorship with Jang Uk, especially in the early episodes where her attitude is just "throw him at death and see what happens". Also enjoy the obnoxious crown prince lols. I have only two episodes left (of the first season, at least) and have enjoyed both the scheming and the character development, but I have to say it can sometimes be a bit slow, and I don't care that much about ALL the supporting characters that have to have their moment in the limelight EVERY episode. (Park Jin and Park Dang-gu, I'm looking at you!)

Flower of Evil--New obsession! I had to stop watching for a week or so bc I was just bingeing too fast and losing sleep lols. The suspense is way up there, the whump is a thing of beauty, and I found myself super invested in Do Hyeon-su's life of fake (but come on, it's not really fake!) domestic bliss. Just so intense. I was kind of scared off by the hype for this show when it first came out but the hype is real, this show is incredible. Just hope the ending lives up to the rest of it.

Connect--An enjoyable thriller, but I don't really see why you have to make the antagonist of a show that already has organ traffickers, mad science and mutants... a random serial killer? On the other hand I do love his weird vibe with the surprisingly normal mutant MC so. I am not immune to serial killer antagonists.

OVERALL

A good year for morally dubious female protagonists (yes, I am including Lee Hwi/Dam-yi! she comes very close to murder multiple times and I am including her!). I watched less kdrama thrillers than usual bc I was watching cdrama thrillers instead, but the ones I watched were enjoyable. I want more fanfic for all of these shows but the fanfic wants I have are immensely specific so I should probably just write some but we will see.

#kdramas

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thearmyprof · 10 months

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Endless Sea, but the water is warm here Ch. 10

Rating: E

Pairing: Yoongi/Original Character

Word count: 6218

Chapters: 10/?

Genre: Modern Fantasy!AU, Idol!AU, Canon Divergent,

Warnings: NSFW, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Explicit Sexual Content

Overview post: https://at.tumblr.com/thearmyprof/endless-sea-but-the-water-is-warm-here/h8ruhjcuzs62

Summary:

Sometimes Eunha imagines herself living by the sea. She imagines herself sinking in sunbaked sand and Mina happily jumping in playful waves. She thinks there might have been a time in her own childhood when she visited the ocean. A time before her first visit to the realm of death. A time when she let the pull of the sun-warmed waters pull suggestively at her ankles. When she collected seashells. A time when she could take a big inhale and smell the salt water mixed with the smell of tide, the smell of life.

But daydreams and memories of oceans and sand always morph and twist eventually. The grey waters that ebb and flow with their own mystical tide, the river as vast as an ocean, are what Eunha knows. That river has no smell. She is well versed in the tugs and pulls of the water, urging her to continue her journey onward, out into that vast expanse of monotone darkness. There are some days where it almost feels easier to give in and let the river’s tide do what it wills.

Life is hard and dark until an accidental meeting on a train and an encounter her vampire landlord's ghoul throws Eunha's world colliding with Min Yoongi's. Does this become a fleeting career opportunity or the chance at a better life?

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45497923

Full Tags:

Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Vampires, Fae & Fairies, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Alternate Universe - Idols, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, World of Darkness, Necromancy, Blood and Violence, Death, None of the guys though, or our two original main characters, Angst with a Happy Ending, Heavy Angst, Fluff and Angst, Slow Burn, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Magic, fae bts, Soft Min Yoongi | Suga, Protective Min Yoongi | Suga, Protective Bangtan Boys | BTS, Explicit Sexual Content, Sex Work, Single parent original female character, Softness, Soulmate!AU kind of, Mafia AU, referenced past traumatic birth (not explicit), soft adopted dad Yoongi vibes, Hospitals, referenced police, no jealousy, good communication, we believe in healthy relationships in this house even if the world is burning down

CHAPTER TEN.

Eunha doubles over her haegeum, resting in her lap, wracked with shivers, as she slips back into her body. Her toes and fingers are numb and she shakes uncontrollably, teeth chattering in her skull. The room is warm, almost hot, she notices vaguely but she barely penetrates past her frozen skin. She squeezes her eyes shut, willing her body to calm down and accept the heat.

“Oh good, you’re back with us,” a man’s voice says from somewhere across the room.

Eunha squints over, body still shaking, to figure out who is here.

Seokjin is standing in the doorway, hand holding onto a mug. His voice may have sounded casual, but the look on his face now is wrinkled in worry.

“I honestly didn’t fully believe you did magic until today,” he says. “I stand corrected.”

Eunha shivers again, body still trying to adjust to being back in the plane of the living. Her hands shake as she tries to settle her haegeum back in its case. Jin brings over a quilt, pale lavender with small yellow stars scattered across in a pattern, like a blanket of stars. The quilt rustles as Jin lays it over Eunha’s shoulders, the fabric whispers as it comes in contact with her skin. He brings the tea and sits cross-legged across from her on the floor.

Eunha sips at the tea, instantly feeling relief from the warmth of the liquid. The quilt is soft and warm, a comforting blanket of safety that envelopes Eunha in its warmth. The mug is heavy and smooth in her hands, solid and reassuring, and she’s happy to note her shaking has diminished. Jin watches her closely, concern etched deep into his features.

“Are you okay?” he asks softly.

Eunha nods, pulling the quilt tighter around herself.

“Yoongi is with his lawyer right now,” Seokjin continues, still softly, staring into the swirl of tea leaves at the bottom of his mug. “There are government officials are sniffing around. I don’t know what for. Yoongi will tell us when he gets home.”

“Mina?” Eunha asks, taking another sip of tea.

“She’s in the living room, reading,” Jin says. “She is so strong. You have done a wonderful job as her eomma.”

“I don’t know about that,” Eunha says, more to herself than to Jin.

“Well,” Jin says, slapping his own knee. “I do. I won’t pretend I know your life. Or what you’ve been through. But I think, considering just what I’ve seen, I know you are doing the best you can.”

Eunha huffs. “I don’t know if that’s good enough.”

Jin leans forward, his kind eyes locking onto hers.

“It is enough,” he says firmly. “You have been through so much, Eunha. You are still here. Remember that.”

Eunha nods, grateful for Jin’s words but still feeling the weight of her own inadequacy. Eunha lets out a shaky breath.

“Thanks,” she whispers, looking down at her tea.

They sit in comfortable silence for a while until Mina wanders in, book in hand. Without a word, she settles down on Eunha’s lap, nestling herself under the quilt. Eunha smiles softly, running her hand through Mina’s hair. She feels a sense of peace settling over her, feeling the buzz of warmth of Mina’s soul vibrating through her chest and arms. She takes another sip of the tea, feeling the liquid warm her chest, and tucks Mina in a little closer to her body. Eunha looks over at Jin, who has a small smile on his lips.

As they sit there together, the sound of the door opening interrupts their peace. After a few moments, Yoongi peeks in through the open doorway, looking both relieved and exhausted upon seeing everyone comfortably sitting on the floor of the bedroom. His hair is tousled and he has dark circles under his eyes. Eunha feels a jolt of affection for him, surprising herself.

Yoongi sees them and his features soften into a smile.

“Hey,” he says, his voice gentle. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” Eunha replies, giving him a timid smile. “Jin filled me in on what’s been going on.”

Yoongi nods, sitting down next to them and leaning his back against the bed frame. He looks at Eunha and Mina, then over at Jin, his eyes heavy with exhaustion. He runs a hand through his disheveled hair, the length of it falling back around to frame his face around his cheekbones.

“It’s been a long day,” he says.

Eunha nods. She feels Mina shift against her, and she looks down to see that her daughter has fallen asleep in her arms. Eunha gently picks Mina up and stands, being careful not to jostle her too much.

“I’m going to put her to bed,” Eunha says softly.

Both of the men nod and stand up, picking up the empty tea cups as they go. They quietly tip-toe out of the room, shutting the door behind them.

Eunha nestles Mina under the comforter on the bed. As she tucks her daughter in, Eunha feels a wave of exhaustion wash over her, but she knows she needs to stay awake a little longer. She can hear the sound of Yoongi and Jin talking softly in the living room. She feels like she owes more of an explanation. She’d walked into death today. They surely want to know why. She takes one last look at Mina before leaving the room, making sure that her daughter is sleeping soundly.

As she enters the living room, Yoongi and Jin turn to look at her. Both of them look tired. Eunha feels a wave of guilt crash onto her shoulders.

“Is everything okay?” she asks.

Jin clears his throat. “I’m going to head out now. We have a schedule early tomorrow morning. And a debrief about all of this in the afternoon.”

He waves his hands in the air to indicate what he meant by “all of this.”

“Night, hyung,” Yoongi murmurs, walking Jin to the door.

“Call me if you need anything, huh?” Jin prods as he puts on his shoes.

Eunha watches them from her place in the hallway. A pang of envy at their ease and familiarity with one another makes her catch her breath. She hasn’t had a bond like that with anyone since Daniel, a feeling amplified by her recent visit with him in death.

As Jin leaves, Yoongi’s shoulders sag as he turns to face Eunha. His body is tense and heavy like a leaden weight. His gaze is intense yet gentle, giving her a sense of security. His lips quirk into a sad little smile.

He takes a deep breath before speaking, the exhaustion etched deep into his voice. He asks softly, “What happened today?”

Yoongi leads Eunha over to the couch, careful not to touch her. She sinks into the couch beside him, feeling the weight of the day bearing down heavily on her. She’s careful not to sit too close, aware that Yoongi knows she can feel his soul now. She doesn’t want him feeling awkward or put upon.

She clears her throat, mind searching for a place to start. As she does, her eyes cast around the living room. Despite the minimalist nature of the space and the monotone aesthetic, it’s still looks cozy, lived in. An almost tangible sense of peace permeates the air. It’s like being in the eye of a storm, surrounded by quietness that speaks volumes. Eunha pulls the light blue throw that is folded on the back of the couch onto her lap, remembering the echoes of cold that wracked her body earlier.

“Thank you,” she decides to start with.

Yoongi makes a small choking sound in his throat, probably in surprise. He opens his mouth to respond, but Eunha cuts him off before he has a chance to utter any sounds.

“I know you don’t think you deserve thanks,” she says. “But you’ve done more for me- more for Mina-yah, than anyone has done in a long time. I needed- I needed this time to find my footing again. And, maybe, I don’t think I’m quite there yet. A lot still worries me. I don’t know what the future holds. But I’m feeling more awake and more rested than I have- oh, since I can remember, really.”

Yoongi’s jaw snapped shut somewhere in the middle of Eunha’s impromptu speech and after he knows she’s done, he nods his head slowly.

“I was about Mina’s age, I can’t remember exactly when, when I walked in the river for the first time,” Eunha says after a few minutes of silence.

This time, the choking sound of surprise from Yoongi is unmistakable. So is the little gasp he makes when he tries to suck in air in his shock.

“My uncle had flown all the way to America,” Eunha continues, “to train me. That was a big deal. My parents spent so much time preparing the house and cleaning and trying to prepare me. I didn’t understand then, but I do now, exactly how powerful he is and what that meant to my parents. He was- is the sort to train by throwing a pupil in the deep-end and watching them flail around until they figure out how to swim. I had been learning the symbols and been trained in music since I was a baby. But nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, prepared me for that first walk in death.”

Yoongi reaches his hand out then and lets it hover near Eunha, unsure if his touch is welcome. Eunha takes a deep breath and then grabs his hand, pulling it back to her lap. The familiar, welcome vibrations of his soul are soothing.

“It was terrifying,” Eunha whispers. “There were no souls, no other beings there. It was just my uncle, me, and the greyness of the river. But it called me. The river did. As if it were excited to meet me, to have me.”

Yoongi squeezes his hand around Eunha’s, sending a caring pulse through the soul connection. Eunha smiles down at their connected hands sadly.

“It ages you, especially when you’re that young, you know? That responsibility. That, I don’t know, that pull. Every single time I walk in death, I make a choice. A choice to not heed the call this time. A choice to ignore the insistent tugs of the water. A choice to live.”

“Oh, Eunha.” Yoongi’s voice is barely audible, cracking in pain.

“I’m sorry,” Eunha whispers. “I didn’t mean to burden you with all of this.”

“Not a burden,” Yoongi says firmly. “No more apologies, remember?”

Eunha nods, feeling grateful for his understanding. She takes a deep breath before continuing. She says, “I trained with my uncle until I was 13 years old. I had mastered the basics, I could walk through death blindfolded, and I was well on my way to the advanced spell crafting. Then my uncle had to go back to Seoul. I don’t know why. Something about his business here. I didn’t see him again until just before my 18th birthday, when he came back to finish my training.”

Eunha takes another deep breath and looks out the window. The night lights of Seoul are like stars fallen from the sky, twinkling and shimmering as they dance in the dark. The city lights shine bright and inviting against the velvety night sky, stretching as far as the eye can see. The view is breathtaking, Eunha thinks.

After a minute passes, she refocuses her attention back on their joined hands and the buzz of Yoongi’s soul. She’s positive now that she’s felt him like this, been allowed to have this, she will not be able to let it go.

“I wasn’t happy, with him being back,” Eunha says, her voice hoarse. “I didn’t want to train with him. I wanted nothing to do with death or magic. I wanted to be a music producer. I wanted to go back to Seoul, where I hoped I would fit it.”

She gives Yoongi a wan smile, looking at his face for the first time since they sat down at the couch. She can’t make eye contact though. That feels like too much.

“We fought. A lot. I felt horribly guilty most of the time. I was miserable. Or, well, I felt like I was the most miserable I could ever feel. Of course, looking back, it was not the worst. I was living relatively comfortably for a time. I was working part time at the local gas station after I graduated high school. We- Dan and I- we were saving up to move to Seoul, so I could be a PD.”

Eunha presses her eyes shut, pain flashing through her chest at the memory. She feels Yoongi give her hands a comforting squeeze.

“It wasn’t just a fight with my uncle. My parents were so disappointed in me. They wanted me to go to university and to train. I didn’t want either. Then, after that first year, there was- this incident- no, it was- well, I found out I was pregnant.”

This time, Eunha swallows, and a bright flush appears on her cheeks. The room is spinning a bit and it feels like she’s going to be sick. She focuses on the resonance of Yoongi’s soul where their hands connect.

She clears her throat before continuing with, “When it became clear I didn’t have any interest letting someone else raise the baby- my mom had suggested she raise her, we can’t have someone of our bloodline live outside the family. When they realized I had every intention of raising the baby myself and that I was going to keep avoiding my training, my education. Well, they cut me off. I think they were hoping I would come to my senses without any financial support. I didn’t.”

Yoongi huffs at her last sentences. He sounds more horrified than amused though. Eunha doesn’t look into his face again, afraid of what she’ll see there. Instead, her eyes remain fixed on their hands. Yoongi’s thumb is rubbing soothing arcs across the back of her hand. Small pulses echo along the vibrations of his soul.

There are lots of things Eunha doesn’t say out loud. The disappointment in her mother’s eyes the last time she saw her. Nor the last words her father ever spoke to her, “You’ll regret your choices.” Nor despite the guilt, fear, and sadness, Not the terror of bringing a baby into the world with no money, no family, no means of survival. But also not how Eunha felt the most hopeful and free she’d ever been. Of course, all of that was an illusion.

The silence engulfs them. Eunha lost in memories she’s not ready to say aloud, Yoongi not daring to interrupt.

“I’ve been running for so long,” Eunha says finally. “I’d gotten good at just putting one foot in front of the other. Until- until I was in that club and- despite everything- I don’t know. I can’t explain the feeling. I was worried for all of you, but I also was not worried for Mina. I knew she was safer with you, maybe safer than she’s ever been in her whole life. It made me feel horrible. I’ve done this to her. I’ve done this to you. To everyone around me. Just from putting one foot in front of the other.”

Yoongi stays quiet, watching Eunha as she sucks in her, trying to keep her composure. It’s slipping though. He feels his heart shattering into pieces in his chest, but not letting himself show his agony.

When Eunha’s breathing evens out, she says, “I feel safe here. And I feel stupid for feeling safe here. And then I feel guilty for feeling stupid. And I feel guilty because I keep putting everyone in danger. But I feel safe here and I’m so tired.”

Her voice breaks and she can feel tears brim over and fall down her face, but she doesn’t move, doesn’t want to break the stillness. Then all of the sudden, she’s buzzing, buzzing everywhere. Yoongi invades her space in the most welcome way, hugging her tightly to him. It feels like he’s everywhere. Eunha melts into the embrace, feeling the warmth of Yoongi’s body enveloping her. She feels safe and protected, like nothing could harm her as long as he is here, and she lets herself be lost in the illusion. She buries her head in his chest, inhaling his scent that is uniquely Yoongi. It’s a mix of musk, cologne, and something citrusy sweet.

Yoongi holds onto her tightly, rubbing circles on her back, humming comfortingly low in her ear. She sobs into his chest, letting out all the pain and hurt that she’s been holding onto for years. As she quiets down, she feels him place a soft, warm kiss on her forehead—not unlike how she settles Mina to sleep—and her heart bursts at the feeling of comfort and safety. She knows she’s never going to be able to let this feeling go.

When her tears run out and she finally pulls away from Yoongi, she feels lighter and freer than she has in a long time. She wipes away the tears from her face and looks up at him with a tentative smile. He returns it with a gentle one of his own.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

Yoongi tsks at her, gently pushing her hair behind her ear, and Eunha grimaces a little sheepishly. As she leans back, Eunha becomes conscious of how close they are still sitting, their bodies almost touching. She feels her cheeks grow warm, but doesn’t move away. She knows she must look a mess with her red and puffy eyes, but Yoongi only looks at her with warmth and understanding. For a moment, they sit in comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s presence. Then Yoongi’s phone vibrates on the coffee table, interrupting their moment. He picks it up and frowns at the screen.

“I have to get this,” he says, standing up.

Eunha feels the loss immediately. Her skin almost crawls at the stillness, absence of the buzzing vibrations of Yoongi’s soul keenly felt. She wraps her arms around her middle to comfort herself. Yoongi steps away from the couch and goes toward the kitchen. His voice is low, his satoori thickening as he walks. Soon, she’s hearing the clanging of things in the kitchen and it sounds like Yoongi might be cooking something. Eunha feels an endeared smile tug at her lip.

As she waits for Yoongi to finish up his call, Eunha can’t help but let her mind wander. She thinks about the warmth of his embrace and how much it calmed her. It’s been a long time since she’s felt something like that, since she’s felt safe in someone’s arms. She knows that it’s dangerous to let herself lean so heavily on Yoongi, but she can’t help it. Somewhere in the last few weeks, he’s become an anchor.

As she sits there lost in thought, Yoongi emerges from the kitchen with a plate of food. “I hope you’re hungry,” he says with a small smile as he sets the plate down on the coffee table.

Eunha looks down at the food and sees that he’s cooked tteokbokki. The colorful array of sauce and rice cakes glisten in the light, coated with a thick layer of bright red sauce that drips from its edges. She can see flecks of sesame seeds and seaweed interspersed throughout the rice cakes. Her stomach growls at the sight. The spiciness tickles her nose, while the sesame and seaweed add an earthy and salty fragrance. The smell of the red sauce mixed with the rice cakes is heavenly, making Eunha’s mouth water in anticipation.

“I visited Dan today,” Eunha says, staring at the food in her bowl, as if telling the tteokbokki all her secrets. “I needed, I don’t know, I needed reassurance that what I’m doing now isn’t a mistake.”

She can feel the weight of Yoongi’s eyes on her, but she refuses to look up from the bowl in her hands. She can almost imagine him wondering what mistakes she might be making now.

“He warned me that there is trouble, but I guess we already knew that,” she continues.

“We can talk more about it tomorrow. Eat now,” Yoongi says, sitting down with his own bowl in his hands.

“Thank you, Yoongi. I’ll eat well,” she says as she starts to pick at the tteokbokki with the pair of chopsticks Yoongi handed her. The first bite explodes in her mouth, the spiciness dancing across her tongue. It’s delicious, and she can feel Yoongi’s eyes on her, watching her eat.

“This is amazing,” she compliments him between bites. Yoongi makes a small grunt noise to acknowledge the compliment.

They eat in comfortable silence, the sound of their utensils clinking against their plates the only noise filling the room. Eunha can feel her energy levels rising with each bite of food, and by the time she’s done eating, she feels re-energized and ready to face whatever comes next.

“Who was on the phone?” Eunha asks after she’s finished her last bite, desperate for a bit of normalcy.

“My eomma,” Yoongi says. “I normally call her on the weekend. She was worried because she hadn’t heard from me.”

Eunha feels a tightness in her chest and manages to say, “Oh.”

“She’d like you,” Yoongi says into his bowl.

Eunha watches the pink dust Yoongi’s cheeks. “Really?”

Yoongi hums in assent and then asks, “Are you done? I can put these in the dishwasher. It’s pretty late.”

Eunha nods and hands Yoongi her bowl. As Yoongi walks to the kitchen to wash their dishes, Eunha feels a sense of calm wash over her. She takes a deep breath in and lets it out slowly, feeling the knots in her stomach loosen. It’s not a feeling she’s used to experiencing.

When Yoongi comes back to the living room, he sits down next to Eunha. She can feel his warmth next to her and for a moment, she wonders what it would be like to just lean over and kiss him. She quickly pushes the thought away, knowing that it’s not a thought she should entertain.

“Thank you for dinner,” Eunha says softly. “It was delicious.”

Yoongi grins at her. “I’m glad you liked it.”

His grin brings back the thought she had just dismissed and suddenly nerves flood her whole body. She swallows and stands up. “You’re right. It’s late. I should, uh, I should go to bed. Good night.”

Then she bows at him, cringing at herself as she does it. She knows she’s gone bright red. So, she runs out of the living room, only slowing once she reaches the guest bedroom door. Once she’s inside the bedroom, a glance tells her Mina is still sound asleep. She turns to shut the door and softly bangs her forehead against the smooth wood in frustration. Well, that could not have been more awkward, she thinks.

Counselman Yong Songjin roars, pounding his fist on the table. His black tailored business suit fitting him perfectly, his black hair in a standard business cut staying perfectly coiffed, even as he bends over his desk in anger. His eyes glow red, betraying his vampiric self. He normally has such manifestations of his nature under control, but with the only other person in the room being his ghoul, he can forgo such niceties and let the mask slip.

Yong Suhwa nods solemnly and lowers her head respectfully. Her dark navy pencil skirt, sharp features, and the no-nonsense way she holds her body showing that her master’s rage is something she’s been used to for decades. “I don’t have an answer yet, Counselman. But I will soon. I’ll find out who is responsible.”

Counselman Yong sighs, pacing back and forth in front of the sky-high windows. He fumes as he looks at Seoul’s sparkling lights, as if they are all mocking him, as if the whole city is laughing at him. Counselman Yong takes a deep breath, his head spinning. He straightens his suit and strides back to the table, trying to collect his thoughts.

“This is insane,” he mutters under his breath. “I want the guest list for the dinner. I want to know who we invited that would dare betray us like this.”

He roughly runs a hand through his hair, lost in thought. “That video puts us in danger with the other covens. Find out who did it. And delete it from everywhere on the internet. I don’t care that it’s already trending.”

Yong Suhwa remains silent, her face blank. She knows her master and she understands this isn’t the time for words. She carefully shifts, already thinking of ways to mitigate this before all their hard work is undone.

“We already have the name of the guest who leaked the video,” the ghoul says, noting an email that just arrived in her inbox. “A businessman. A Kong Jakyung. Runs an import/export business.”

“Bring him here. Now. I want to know why he did this and then I want him dead,” the Counselman responds.

Yong Suhwa nods, already calling someone on her phone.

As Counselman Yong waits for the arrival of Kong Jakyung, he feels his blood boil with anger. How dare this businessman betray him and leak private footage to the public? Clearly, the work he’s been doing to either engender trust and loyalty or fear is not working as well as he’d like. He would have to up his game. And make an example of this Kong Jakyung.

Within the hour, Kong Jakyung is brought to the office, kneeling before Counselman Yong, his head hanging low in shame and fear. He’s an older man, still wearing a dark navy suit, despite the late hour. His face is gaunt, a bruise blossoming on his cheek. He did not come quietly. Counselman Yong stares at him coldly, his red eyes glinting in the dim light. He stands from his seat, towering over the distraught businessman.

“I have only one question for you, Kong Jakyung-ssi,” he states. His voice is as cold as his stare, giving life to the threat underlying his words. “Why would you betray us like this?”

Kong Jakyung flinches, his eyes flickering to Yong Suhwa before quickly looking back at the Counselman. “I-I’m sorry, Counselman. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble.”

Counselman Yong scoffs, unimpressed. “Do not insult my intelligence with such blatant lies. You knew exactly what you were doing when you leaked that video.”

Kong Jakyung fidgets, his eyes darting around the room, looking for someone to save him. “I-I didn’t have a choice. They were going to kill me if I didn’t do it.”

“They? Who are they?” The Counselman demands, taking a step forward.

“I can’t say,” Kong Jakyung says faintly. “They’ll kill me.”

The room is deathly silent for a long moment before Counselman Yong says, menacing voice barely loud enough to hear, “And you assume I will not kill you if you don’t tell me everything you know?”

“Puh- puh- please!” Kong Jakyung wails. He brings his hands, palms together, in front of his own chest. “I beg you. I have a family.”

“You should have thought of them before now, I think, Kong Jakyung-ssi,” Counselman Yong states. “Tell me who instructed you to leak the video.”

“So- So- So Chongyul-ssi,” Kong Jakyung wails, prostrating himself before the Counselman. “So Chongyul-ssi told me to leak the video.”

Counselman Yong’s eyes flick to Yong Suhwa in question. She shakes her head, not recognizing the name, but her fingers are already dancing across her tablet.

“Is that all you have?” the Counselman asks the crying mess of a man before him.

“I swear, that’s all, I don’t know anymore,” the man begs.

“Very well,” Counselman Yong says.

The man slumps in relief. Then, faster than the human businessman can track, the vampire is upon him, yanking his head back and to the side by his hair. He strikes then, sinking his teeth into the Kong Jakyung’s trembling neck, the man’s blood spurting into his mouth. The businessman lets out a brief, pained scream, before his breath stops all together and his eyes glaze over. The Counselman doesn’t let up from his prey, draining every last drop of blood from him before releasing his head and watching the lifeless body collapse onto the floor with a thud.

Yong Suhwa watches calmly as the Counselman wipes his bloodied mouth with a handkerchief.

“Dispose of him, but make it public. I want an example made of him. People brought into my circle of trust need to know not to cross me,” the Counselman says, gesturing to the body on the floor. “And get me everything you can on this So Chongyul-ssi.”

Yong Suhwa nods, already typing away on her tablet. She knows what the Counselman wants—he wants revenge. And she will make sure to give him everything he needs to get it. As she works, she can’t help but feel a thrill of excitement run through her at the Counselman’s display of power. She’s been serving him for decades now, and she knows what he’s capable of, but there’s something about tonight’s events that make her heart race with anticipation.

As the clean-up crew comes quietly into the office to remove the corpse, Counselman Yong turns to his ghoul. “Also, we need to do something drastic to distract the public. We need a scandal, a diversion- who is famous now in Seoul? The bigger, the better.”

The ghoul lifts her tablet, tapping away quickly on the screen. “Politician, perhaps?”

“No, no, too close to us,” he says with a shake of his head. “A celebrity?”

“What about musicians?” Yong Suhwa says, clicking on the trends through the tablet’s Naver app.

“Musicians?” Counselman Yong eyes her, looking skeptical.

“Do you know BTS?” she asks.

The counselman grunts in recognition. His mind is already whirling with the ways this could work in their favor. “Do they have any connections to the other covens? I don’t want this mess putting more heat on us from the other families.”

“No, they are notorious for not working for vampires,” Yong Suhwa says, still clicking through articles on her tablet. “In fact, this might be a good way to kill two birds, sir.”

“Make it happen, make sure it can’t be traced back to this office,” he says with a sharp nod.

Yong Suhwa nods briskly, tapping away some more on her tablet.

After a few moments, Counselman Yong straightens himself, looking out the window at Seoul again. “I had been so looking forward to the work ahead of us. We have made so much progress. We can’t falter now.”

Yong Suhwa steps up behind her master. Her voice is low and gentle. “We won’t falter, Counselman. We will find out who did this and we’ll make things right. We’ll use all the resources at our disposal.”

She places a hand on his shoulder, trying to reassure him. “And as for BTS, they are one of the hottest acts in Korea now. Their popularity is skyrocketing and they have a massive international following. If we can get them involved in some sort of scandal that we control, it could be an effective smokescreen to divert attention away from the video. We need to make sure every detail is airtight; there can’t be any loopholes for anyone to exploit.”

Counselman Yong nods slowly, considering her words. “Yes, that might just work. But be careful. We can’t afford any more missteps.”

Yong Suhwa bows her head respectfully before stepping back to continue her work on the tablet. The room falls silent as she begins planning their next move. She quickly searches through the various articles and reports on the group, noting their weekly activities and other engagements they have coming up. Walking towards the door, her fingers moving deftly over the screen, jumping from social media platform to social media platform, as she plots out how BTS will take the heat off their coven.

As she departs, Yong Songjin resumes his pacing through his office. His fury still pumps through his veins like molten lava, igniting a fire in his soul that won’t easily be extinguished. He is not just Counselman Yong Songjin, he is a vampire whose wrath will rain down upon Seoul and make it bow before him or face certain destruction.

Yoongi sets his phone down next to his glasses on the bedside table before rubbing the bridge of his nose between his pointer finger and thumb. He knows he should sleep. Today was a very long day and tomorrow will most likely be just as long.

As he thinks back to the conversation he and Eunha had just had in the living room, he feels his heart splinter. Eunha and Mina both have already been through so much in their lives. Yoongi, with all his wealth and sway of public opinion, wish he could be more effective in protecting them.

Eunha had looked so small and vulnerable. He looks down at his own hands in his lap, remembering the feeling of her hands in his. Yoongi sits on his bed, closes his eyes, tilts his head back towards the ceiling, hitting the headboard as he groans, imagining what it would be like if he could just reach out and hold her anytime. If he could be the person to hold her.

He shakes his head, trying to push the thoughts of Eunha out of his mind. But they persist, creeping up on him like a vine until he can’t ignore them anymore. Remember the feel of her forehead against his lips, he wonders what it would be like to kiss her, to feel her lips against his, and his heart rate picks up at the thought. Yoongi remembers the softness of her skin against his own. Yoongi bit his lip, unable to stifle the small smile that formed on his face from the warmth that filled his chest.

Without thinking, he stands up from the bed and walks over to the window. The cityscape is beautiful at this time of night, but he can’t focus on anything else but Eunha. He imagines her standing next to him, her head on his shoulder as they both take in the view. He leans over and presses his forehead against the cool glass. After a moment, he turns away from the window and takes a deep breath, trying to calm the storm in his head.

He groans in frustration, throwing himself back onto his bed. He knows he should get some sleep. Yet, sleep eludes him. He closes his eyes and lets out a deep breath, trying to push the thoughts out of his mind.

He decides to give up on sleep with his head so loud. He quietly leaves his bedroom and walks across the hall to his studio. If he can’t sleep, he might as well get some work done. The computer whirs on comfortingly after he presses the spacebar on his keyboard. The midis, too, blink on in anticipation of what’s to come.

As he begins to tinker with the different instruments and sounds on his computer, Yoongi hums softly to himself, lost in the music. His fingers glide effortlessly across the keys of the digital piano, trying out different sounds and adding layers of instruments until the song takes shape. He already has an idea of where Eunha can fit her own distinct sound into the song, a perfect blend of traditional Korean melodies and modern hip hop beats influenced by Western culture. All that was missing now was Eunha’s touch.

The hours fly by without him noticing, and soon he has crafted the perfect track. He leans back in his chair, exhausted but satisfied with what he has created. The restlessness that had plagued him earlier now seems to fade away, replaced by a sense of calm. With each note he perfects, he can feel his worries slipping away, replaced by a sense of contentment.

It’s only when the first rays of sunlight begin to creep into the room that Yoongi realizes how much time has passed. He stretches his arms above his head, feeling the satisfying ache in his muscles. As he gets up to stretch his legs, he feels a twinge in his back and groans, realizing he’s been hunched over his computer for hours. He takes a deep breath and rubs his sore neck before noticing Eunha standing at the door, her hair tousled from sleep. She raises an eyebrow at him, quirking her mouth into a small smile.

“Good morning,” she says softly.

Yoongi blinks in surprise before returning her smile. “Morning. Breakfast?”

“I’ll help,” she replies, nodding sleepily.

Yoongi nods, turning his computer back off after making sure everything is saved to the cloud. He turns back to Eunha who is still leaning in the doorway. He gives her another smile and, without thinking, reaches out his hand to connect with hers. His smile widens when she reaches out with her own hand without hesitation. He feels the wonderment explode in his chest as he says, “Okay. Let’s go.”

#thearmyprof #bts ff #bts fanfic #myg #bts fantasy au #fae bts #bts angst

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Famous/Non-Famous

14/09/2019 by MediaWhore (G) word count: 3,925 In mid-September Harry comes home. A Tired Tired Sea Coda

It's written all over your...(or: the Red Carpet fic) by BlueNeptuune (E) word count: 11,569 The star-studded cast of Steal My Girl graced the red carpet on Saturday night ahead of the premiere screening, sparking an internet sensation like no other. The film itself received an average of 4-and-a-half stars from early reviews, launching it into the spotlight as a contender for the up-and-coming awards season, but the real news came from the carpet itself. Oscar-winner Louis Tomlinson (Kill My Mind, Back For You) made his first public appearance following the badly-hidden split from his management in early 2020, and he wasn’t exactly keen to talk about it. It was also the first time since his earliest work (Still The One is featured on our summer-vibes throwback list) that he’s attended the carpet by himself – rumours swirled that he’d split with his long-time girlfriend, but are the two things related? Tomlinson himself wasn’t spilling any tea, but it looks like one journalist in particular might have coaxed a little more out of him than anyone else...

A Hungry Heart by jacaranda_bloom (E) word count: 27,601 Harry Styles, florist and Great British Bake Off contestant, loves many things. He loves his flower shop, he loves baking, and there’s also that little crush he has on pop star Louis Tomlinson. But when Louis arrives on set as the surprise guest judge, Harry’s worlds collide. Throw in a cup of cuteness, a teaspoon of teasing, and a pinch of pining, and there’s all the ingredients for an epic love story, or absolute chaos.

Something Great by infinitelymint (E) word count: 31,061 Louis is a student and Harry is the mega-famous singer that happens to post a photo with Louis in the background. Together they kind of break the internet.

somewhere only we know by bethaboo (E) word count: 44,536 Personal assistant Louis knows something is up with his best friend and employer Harry. And it's not just his big tour coming up or the ever-increasing womanizing rumors about the popstar. To get to the bottom of Harry's moodiness, Louis decides he has to kidnap him and take him on a roadtrip up the California coast to Portland. The roadtrippiest road trip fic ever written. Basically an excuse for gratuitous fluff and smut with a pinch of angst tossed in for good measure.

tangled up in you by missandrogyny (E) word count: 45,152 Harry blinks once. And blinks again. And says, his voice dangerous: “Niall, did you get me a mail-order bride?” Because what the actual fuck. It kind of looks like Niall’s just purchased a person. For Harry. Niall blinks back at him for a few moments, before throwing his head back and howling with laughter. Harry throws a pillow at him. Hard. “No, what the fuck, Harry.” “A prostitute then?” Harry also doesn't want a prostitute. “Of course not!” “A stripper?” “No!” Damn, he’s running out of ideas. He settles for launching another pillow at Niall’s head. Niall bats it away easily, still laughing. “Stop!” “What did you get me, then?!” Niall must hear the tinge of hysteria in his voice, because he’s pulling himself together, trying to stop himself from laughing. There’s still a big grin on his face, though, when he says, “I got you a professional cuddler.” A professional…what. “What?”

And Now I Date Cate's Brother by sunflouwerhabit (NR) word count: 46,604 A drunken writing session ends with a song detailing the fictitious summer romance between Louis and his former friend’s twin brother. It accidentally goes viral.

Some Records Turnin' by crimsontheory (E) word count: 49,330 Harry is a soft alpha who owns a record store and Louis is a closeted singer omega masquerading as an alpha who randomly stumbles into Harry’s store.

Carry This Feeling by Awriterwrites, dimpled_halo (E) word count: 49,927 Harry knows, objectively, that he shouldn't try to get his ghostwriter into bed. He knows. But...he finds it hard to resist temptation when Louis waltzes into his home and his life and turns everything upside down. And, as it turns out, Louis might just need a little turning upside down too.

Fall Into Your Gravity by zarah5 (E) word count: 74,004 AU. In which Harry is an overnight pop sensation and Louis steals plants, Zayn pulls Liam's proverbial pigtails and Niall's really just pleased there are more girls for him.

Back From The Edge by sincewewereeighteen (M) word count: 113,059 the one in which Harry is a closeted actor who needs to do a PR stunt during his break, only he wasn't counting on falling for his beard's best friend. It gets messy.

Tired Tired Sea by MediaWhore (M) word count: 113,303 As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter.

How Many Times Will It Take (To Get This Right) by LilyBlue28 (E) word count: 157,806 The one where Louis and Harry used to be good friends (and casual fuck buddies), until Harry's music career took off and he left for a world tour. Louis disappeared from his life after that and for the next four years Harry mourns the loss of his friend (and his lover) until fate brings them back together, and Harry's life turns upside down...again.

love is a word, you gave it a name by CuckooTrooke (E) word count: 158,591 After two decades in brutal show business, Louis Tomlinson is trying to restore his tranquility of mind in the peace of Northern Europe where the sun barely sets, Maria's bar is always open, and young Harry has an irresistible spark in his eyes.

Be There by mission2feelike (NR) word count: 179,339 The one where their family has been torn apart and their hearts broken, but an accident, a snowstorm, cinnamon rolls, and the adorable Josie force Louis and Harry to finally face the truth, and each other.

Let Me Be Your Star by lovelarry10 (E) word count: 252,617 Harry Styles has always been a singer, but he’s never had much confidence in himself. When his idol is brought on as the new judge on The X-Factor, he figures, what the hell? He’d get to sing and meet his idol. What could go wrong? Louis Tomlinson has always wanted to mentor young musicians. When he’s asked to be a judge on The X-Factor, it’s a dream come true, everything he ever wanted. What he didn’t expect was to meet a curly-headed stranger that would turn his life upside down

#famous/non-famous au #larry fic rec #larry fanfiction #larry fic

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Hostess| Kyoya Ootori x reader

Part two - Attack of lady manager!

Pairing : Kyoya Ootori x reader

General rating : Fluff, enemies to love vibes

Word count : 4k

Summary: As only heir to your family you are bound to an arranged marriage with the third son of the powerful house Ootori. His cold behavior is only a mask for you to uncover when you stumble into music room number three.

A/N: For the sole purpose that I can not imagine Honey as a two feet tall teenager, I will use his actual size which is 4 feet 10 (I’m one inch taller than him rip) some angst a bit ahead as well hihi

You didn’t expect your assignment to be making an announcement during your break in front of the whole school. You thought it would be to properly serve your guests, you think it was Kyoya’s idea to make you do this. You look down the balcony you are standing on looking at the sea of people in the yard. You look back to Tamaki and Haruhi which both give you a thumbs up. Oh what the hell, a deal’s a deal.

“Attention ladies and gentlemen!” Your loud melodious voices make everyone’s head turn towards the balcony and you put on your brightest and prettiest smile you can pull. “As you probably all know by now, I’m y/n y/l/n. I recently joined the wonderful Host Club as their new and only female host! I welcome all ladies and gentlemen who wish to have me as their host! With that, I hope you all have a marvelous day and I will see you in the music room 3.” You finish your announcement with a graceful bow and turn back to the two who accompanied you and gave you another thumbs up.

Now you only hope that people will indeed come meet with you, so you can keep your part of the deal. You are a clever girl, you’ll find something else to bring people in the Host Club. You could bake cookies, pies? Let’s focus on plan A and then you’ll see if you need to resort to baking sweets.

You’ve been trying for the past ten minutes to put tea in a teacup the “correct way” as the twins assure you it’s the only way to do it. Until one of them cracks under your frustration and lightly giggles. These bastards.

“You were just messing with me? This whole time!” You wanted to throw the whole tea set at them.

“You should’ve known there’s no such thing as a better proper way to serve tea.” Hikaru snorts.

“That’s on you.” The other, Kaoru shrugs.

“You guys are going to get a smack on the back of your head from me, one day.”

“If it’s by a pretty girl like you, I’ll take the punishment twice.” Hikaru smiles deliciously at you. Now he made it weird. You roll your eyes and serve them tea the way you were trained to.

“Your tea, my lords.” You set the teapot down on the coffee table a little rougher than intended and walk back to the mirror to check yourself out one last time before the guests arrive.

You felt amazing in this blue blazer. You’ve spoken to the director this morning and eventually agreed upon this as your new uniform. You’ve made some changes on it to look more feminine; you’ve tightened the waist so it would be slimmer and give you an hourglass figure to please the crowd and you’ve cropped the trousers which were way too large!

Honey appears behind you and hugs your waist with his head by your shoulder. You were taller than Honey because he was relatively small with his four feet ten, but compared to the other boys you felt as small as him with them towering you all day long.

“You look as sweet as my cake!” His grip was strong and you wondered how this small teenage boy was so built. “Isn't that right Mori?” His friend nods and you blush. He was a man of few words, but that gesture of agreement made you happy. “I would say the prettiest third year!”

“Thank you.” This club will be the death of you with all those compliments thrown at you.

“You may look the part, but can you actually be a good host?” Kyoya’s voice echoes in the pink royal-like room.

“Have a little faith.” You fix your tie once again. “You don’t have to like me to have some faith.” You were looking at him through the mirror and gave him a stink eye. These little comments… He can shove them up his fancy ass.

“I do have faith in you, my flower.” Tamaki smiles which you return gladly. “Now, now! Be ready our guests are about to enter.” Tamaki claps his hands together and we all gather up in front of the door to greet the girls and boys from our school.

Tamaki wanted you to be the one to greet them all when you open the door so that everyone can see how beautiful your smile is. His exact words were : “You have a smile that lights up every room you walk into.” An odd compliment you gladly took.

Your hand is on the golden doorknob and you take a few breaths before opening the door graciously to meet with hundreds of girls eager to enter the room. This club is really popular! “My dear guest, we are honored to have you as our guest on this beautiful day, may you find your host's company memorable.” You smile to the huge crowd of girls who almost run towards every host, but you.

“Not so popular.” Kyoya chuckles next to you. This guy, if you weren’t bound to him you would’ve smacked him hard. “Don’t get too comfortable in that uniform y/n.” He adds.

“Excuse me, may I request you as my host for this evening?” A warm voice is heard behind you, your annoyance changes to express a proud smile before turning to your rather handsome guest.

“Told you to have some faith in me Kyoya.” You whisper as you take your guest’s hand and lead him to a couch. You take a good look at him, he’s tall with light brown hair and has this fierce look in his eyes that only sparked fire when you looked into them. His eyes were not meant to be on a soft face like his.

“What’s your name my darling?” You ask him as you sit closer to him, but not enough to make him uncomfortable.

“Konishi Masashi.” He blushes. A shy one. His tough appearance didn’t match his blush, but definitely was adorable. Remember your training, the small voice of Tamaki rings in your head. You didn’t have any real training so you’ll have to wing it.

“A beautiful name like yours only means elegance and splendor, am I right?” You bat your eyelashes at him to only make him blush harder.

“Yes you are. My mother gave me that name.” He smiles.

“A suitable name for a fine gentleman.” You giggle.

“You’re too kind.” He chokes looking away.

You gently cup his cheek with one of your hands and slowly get closer, just as Tamaki once did to you. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you my darling, you are my first guest and I hope you’ll ask for me again next time, though I wish you wouldn’t have to go.” You show him a sad expression. “I would rather spend my days gazing at your beautiful features.”

You hear a scoff in the far back of the room and you can only imagine it’s Kyoya. You look behind your guest to see a new bunch of people entering the tall and large white doors of the room, boys and girls. Tamaki greets them with a grand gesture as you sweetly talk to Konishi.

“We’d like to request your newest member.” A deep voice asks Tamaki and he turns towards you before leading the group of boys to you. You were already fulfilling your part of the deal greatly. The sin of pride engulfed your entire being and you do not dare to look back to Kyoya and show him that proud face of yours to him, afraid it might hurt his ego. Thinking about it, you turn your head slightly to meet his eyes that were already on you and you smirk that only meant : I told you so.

You’re finally done with all of your guests and go sit at a table next to Kyoya to sip some tea. Being nice, bubbly and romantic to every single one of your guests today is exhausting. You start doubting your choice of being here.

“It seems you’ve made your point.” He says bluntly, never meeting your eyes. They were fixed on his computer.

“What’s that Kyoya? I did an outstanding job? I know, I know, no need for applause.” You pat yourself on the shoulder. You look over a pillar in the far back of the room and notice a girl creeping on the both of you. “I think you also have a shy crush over there.” You giggle. You start to stand up to greet her, but Tamaki beats you to it.

You take your eyes off of her one second and the next you can hear Tamaki’s gasp echoing in this room as she calls him a phony man.

“I find it hard to believe that someone like you is the prince of this club!” She yells pointing at him, her voice is squeaky like a mouse and you can’t help but choke on your laughter. Tamaki dramatically backs away from her, hurt by her cruel words. You quickly catch Tamaki as he is about to faint and lightly smacks him on his cheek. “It’s you Kyoya!” She yells once more as she runs to your fiancé and jumps in his arms lovingly. Did you miss an episode? “My one and only prince.” Now you’ve lost it. You giggle as she hugs Kyoya so tenderly and he stands there not knowing how to respond. He looks over and gives you a death stare which you had to excuse yourself a bit to go on and laugh in the hallway.

“So Kyoya is your fiance?” Kaoru asks again, still not believing her words.

“Of course! My name is Renge Houshakuji, I’m a new first year transfer student.” She takes a quick sip of her tea and we can all hear the deep moan of despair Tamaki hums in the corner of the room.

“Why is he sulking?” You ask Haruhi who seems closer to him than you are, but Hikaru is faster with his answer.

“Because mommy kept a secret from daddy.” He simply says. Mommy and daddy? Kyoya is the mommy of the group and Tamaki’s your dad… This strangely made sense to you.

“Whatever…” Kyoya sighs.

“It was love at first sight!” Renge interrupts Tamaki’s sulking moment. “I couldn’t resist the way you were looking at those flowers in the backyard when no one else was looking.” She was sparkling with love and adoration.

“Could you maybe have the wrong person?” Haruhi suggests.

“No way! I could recognize my love anywhere!” She’s really into Kyoya. Maybe he did have another fiance, she’s pretty intense.

She rambles on and on about his characters and how perfect Kyoya is and to be honest you were bored of it already, until she said otaku… She’s in love with a character that looks like Kyoya… in a video game…

“I get it now, you’re in love with that character and you're projecting that love onto me.” He starts. “And you’ve deluded yourself thinking we are engaged.”

“So you’re not engaged to her?” Tamaki asks his friend.

“I am, but not to her.” He completes his statement. He could’ve said it sooner. “Besides, it's the first time I’ve met the woman.” Well, you’ve met him nine more times than she did and you’re engaged. Her story wouldn’t have surprised you if it was true.

“So Kyoya you’re the director of this club right?” She sits closer to him praising him on how hardworking he is. “I’m going to become the manager of this club so we can always work together and make the Host Club a better place!” She offers, you think. “We should advertise the club!” She squeals in pure joy. “I have to make some calls!”

She kidnapped your fiancé for the rest of your club activities before you went back to your afternoon classes.

“So what do you think of Renge?” You ask Mori and Honey as you both walk to your class together.

“She’s energetic.” Mori’s deep voice is heard.

“I think it wouldn’t be a bad idea to have a lady manager cut some slacks from Kyoya, he’s always working.” Honey adds. He is always working if he’s not with a guest and would rather count numbers than be with one. Maybe Renge won’t be a bad addition to your group.

The day after was a day you weren’t expecting at all. Renge opened the large doors of the Host Club and slammed them shut behind her.

“Good morning my hosts! I have some great news for you! You guys are all lacking something fun, you need a difficult background so that more girls will be head over heels for you. Are you trying to ruin my precious Kyoya’s business? It’s my duty as manager to change your background and make it interesting. Let’s start with you!” She points at Honey’s who only showed fear towards Renge. “From now on you’ll be the baby-faced thug!” Honey as a thug, you wanted to laugh. “Mori, you'll be his childhood best friend! The twins will be basketball players torn over a girl.” This is getting way out of character. “Haruhi will be the honor student constantly bullied. Tamaki will be the lonely prince and as for you y/n!” She points back at you and you swore you had tears in your eyes from keeping that laughter inside. “You’ll be the young assistant manager who’s secretly in love with both basketball players!” Renge smiles proudly at her idea. Both twins? “And Kyoya, you stay exactly like you are because you are perfect!” She smiles as she pulls out her phone.

“That’s outrageous.” You laugh. “What kind of advertisement is that?” You giggle.

“Renge’s family is an important client to mine so please be polite so you stay on my family's good side.” Kyoya whispers to you as a warning.

“That’s a great idea, Renge!” You giggle. “Are we talking about hopeless romance or just stalking creepily?” You ask her trying to catch your breath.

“Hopeless romance! A love triangle with two future NBA players!” Gotcha! This day will certainly be entertaining, especially if you skip some class because of it.

“A love triangle is all it took to get you committed?” Kyoya asks disappointed.

“I get to flirt with handsome twins, why not?” You smirk and he rolls his eyes. “Remember, bachelors?” He politely nods. “Twin brothers torn over a girl causing them to fight over her on the court. What do you think, Renge?” You shout so she can hear your story.

“It’s perfect!” She yells back and you smile proudly at Kyoya.

“Have fun with your other fiancé.” You pat him on the shoulder.

“The camera crew is on their way!” She rushes to cling onto Kyoya’s arm.

The camera crew? You’re filming this advertisement?

It’s not just any camera crew, a Hollywood one! I guess they were already filming in Japan if they arrived not even half an hour after Renge’s call ended. and leave to go meet with the twins who changed uniforms for basketball ones.

“Looking good. I’m almost tempted to draft you for the NBA right now.” You giggle and they both snort at the same time. “Talk about looks, look at your manager's outfit.”

“It’s terrible.” Kaoru gags and you laugh, throwing your head back.

“It’s a little tight, but it’s cute, no?” You twirl to show your aggressively tight uniform. Renge picked her size over yours and it shows. You and your uniforms… “Well regardless, you’ll have to act like you’re madly in love with me.”

“Won’t be that hard.” Kaoru smiles and so does his twin.

“You’re pretty cute.” Hikaru adds and you smile with all your teeth. That’s a very bold statement to throw at seven in the morning especially since you’ve known them for, soon, two days. But compliments never hurt anyone.

“I believe you two should be in the gymnasium for your next scene.” A strong smell of cinnamon and expensive cologne fills your lungs. The twins roll their eyes and leave you with Kyoya.

“Renge found a bigger size for you so I don’t have to give you my jacket to hide your body … again.” He practically throws the new pair of clothes at your face.

“Renge found a bigger size or you did?” You chuckle as you stubble back from that surprise attack.

“Renge.” He turns around leaving you and your new blue jacket and leggings in your hands. Yeah right. Renge has been too focused on her scene with Kyoya which is the one after yours to get you a new uniform. He definitely picked it out so your outfit didn’t hug your curves too tightly.

It was now ten in the morning and your first basketball scene with the twins is finally the one the Hollywood crew was filming. The scene was simple! Hikaru had only to fall once as he was about to shoot and you, well since Renge didn’t like your acting, you were stuck with small lines and you were sitting on the bench eager to see the twins play. Then Kaoru would yell at him for missing his shot and then bring you into this.

Kyoya was standing next to Renge, her orders, and was watching the scene play out. The four other hosts were probably taking a break. It’s almost your turn to speak, better get ready!

“Well if you truly loved her you would’ve made that shot for her.” Hikaru yells at his brother pointing at you who’s on the bench acting as if you were about to cry. Renge definitely wrote the script, because no one would be moved by this stupid line.

“Please the both of you stop fighting! We still have a game to win!” You shout standing up from your seat.

“If Hikaru doesn’t do it, I will!” Kaoru walks confidently over to you, that’s not in the script. He’s supposed to ask you who you love the most. The camera follows him until he stops in front of you and cups you face with both of his hands. “I’ve loved you forever y/n, I’ve loved you longer than Hikaru did and I will never stop loving you more everyday.” Tears are filling his eyes as he speaks. He’s a great actor!

“Oh, Kaoru.” You say with sadness, yet with love. “I–” He doesn’t let you finish his sentence before he starts to lean in and carefully meet your lips. Your heart skipped a beat. Oh god! He was committed to that role, way more than you were. You pull away first before he can slip his tongue in your mouth.

“I can’t… I– I love Hikaru as much as I love you.” You say looking into his lustful eyes. The words were maybe empty, but his eyes told you that he wanted that kiss. You were in shock. You weren’t expecting him to do that, at all.

“CUT!” Renge’s voice echoes in the gym. “That was even better than what I wrote!” She squeals running towards you and your co-star.

“Is he still watching?” He whispers under his breath. “Kyoya.” You look over his shoulder and he’s nowhere to be found. You shake your head and he smirks to himself. What is he up to?

“Even I believed it.” Hikaru chuckles.

“Great job you three!” Renge comes over and inspect your new uniform. “It looks way better than the one I chose! Did you ask for another one?” She asks and you realize that you were right. He did pick it out for you, maybe he’s not so heartless as he pretends to be. Maybe, he too, tried to get to know you as well. Maybe he did try to make it work… in his own cold way.

Was Kaoru trying to make Kyoya jealous? Does he know about the two of you?

“Hey Kaoru?” You ask him, but he’s already gone with his brother god knows where.

You should maybe apologize for that kiss, after all you were still engaged to Kyoya and future members of the Ootori family, you shouldn’t be kissing everyone even if it’s acting. You somewhat feel guilty, but for what? He said it himself that he couldn’t care what you think of him, he probably doesn’t even care about you. He tries in his own way to care, you guessed, but giving clothes won’t be enough and will never be enough for you two to become acquainted. You shouldn’t feel bad. Legally you are engaged to him, but otherwise, you’re your own woman. You were so lost in your head that everyone, even the camera crew, had left the gym, except for the basketball team. That kiss really scrambled your thoughts.

You quickly left the gym as well to find your club members. The next scene is when Haruhi gets bullied by Honey, you can’t miss that! You rush towards the garden where you believe it was where they were going to film it and crash into something… someone, someone who was tall and lean, just like your Kyoya. You fall on top of the person you just quite literally pushed to the ground and surse yourself under your breath. That damn cologne fills your lungs.

“Kyoya! Are you hurt?” You ask in panic before realizing you were on top of him, faces inches from each other.

“I’m fine, although you did run over me like a train.” His laugh was dry and unkind.

“I’m so sorry.” You apologize for bumping into him like a maniac.

“Are you– okay?” He asks you gently, pushing you off of him. He stands up and offers you his hand which you take to help you stand up.

“Yes.” You simply say. “You left at the end of my scene, where were–” It didn’t matter where he was. “Was it because Kaoru k–”

“If you’re going to kiss anyone, let it not be one of the hosts for all of our reputations sake. You wouldn’t want all of our names dirtied because of your actions, right?” Such cruel words coming from a pretty face.

“Excuse you?” Was all you could say. The anger was building inside of you, burning your insides, your every thought. How dare he?

“I couldn’t care less what you do with your body, but don’t drag the Ootori name in your mess.” His tone is serious and deadly as if it was poison.

“It was for your fiancé's movie.” You snap. “Besides it wasn’t scripted, I was as shocked as you were.” You add bitterly. You spin around ready to leave him, but you stop. “I know you don’t like me, I don’t expect you to. To be honest I’m not sure I quite appreciate you either, but I felt bad about the kiss. Just so you know…” You finally leave him on the concrete.

You don’t know where you’re going, you just need to leave the camera crew and everyone behind for a little while so you can calm yourself down. You couldn’t care about the movie now. You wanted to be left alone for a bit, hell, you even wanted to go back to your classes. You understand his harsh reaction, so that’s why it makes it worse… The realization that if the roles were swapped you wouldn’t want your family name to be dragged in a cheating rumor… You hate him! You hate that you can’t be angrier about the situation! You hate him and this stupid arranged marriage. A fucking joke that was. A farce that everyone seemed to be in it except you. If you could be a commoner, you wouldn’t care how you look every time you go out, you wouldn’t be preoccupied with taking on your family's business or being engaged at your age…

Joining the Host Club was a bad idea, wanting to know him was a bad idea.

“You’re crying…” A soft squeaky voice is heard not so far from you, Renge. You were? You wipe your face with your sleeves in an unladylike manner and excuse yourself to Renge for seeing you like this. “Are you okay?”

“Just a little frustrated.” You admit facing her. The warm afternoon breeze hits the both of you sending some petals of the garden in the air. “There’s this boy that I’m… I’m trying to like for the sake of our families and I might’ve pissed him off.” You start. “He said something that hurt my feelings, maybe more my ego than my feelings and I’m frustrated because I feel like I can’t be mad at him.” You mumble and she nods.

“Was it the kiss?” You nod. “Was it one of the basketball boys?” You shake your head. A spark in her eyes was shining as if she understood who it was. “My Kyoya?” She asks and you nod once more.

“My Kyoya.” You sigh. “I didn’t mind you clinging on to him all day if that makes you feel better.” You try to reassure her.

“Still, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were engaged.” She’s a bit awkward about it. “I should’ve known he was, I guess I was a little delusional.” She adds and you refrain from agreeing with her. “If it helps the both of you, I can delete the kiss in the advertisement. I realize that I’ve pushed you guys to do this and I’m sorry y/n. I put you and Kyoya in an unfortunate situation.”

“It’s fine Renge, I actually had fun today.” You give her an apologetic smile and so does she. “You were pushy, but I forgive you. Friends?” You ask her to hold out your hand for her to shake and she wraps her arms around you. You’re surprised that the girl who had a crush on your fiancé is hugging you with all of her strength.

“Friends.” She confirms and you finally wrap your arms around her.

Renge is your first friend at Ouran Academy. You’re going to work on that part because you don’t know her well enough, but you’re glad you have someone in your corner to rely on. Friends. You like that idea nonetheless. You look behind her and you see Kyoya figure walking back from where he was. Was he going after you? Now you’re the one who’s delusional.

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saeyoungchoismaid · 3 years

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The brothers’ reaction to MC wearing an occult symbol

Genre: angst?, fluff Warnings: Belphie’s has earlier lesson spoilers. Y’all know the one A/N: Writing Satan’s reminds me that I want to write hcs or fics where the whole demon thing is more realistic. Ya know like they kill people and that sort of thing but n e ways-

Lucifer:

it only took him a second to get a weird vibe from you

well, not actually you but an energy coming from you

once he gets close enough to you, he starts to feel his skin crawl

he looks over your being before spotting a hidden chain disappearing into your shirt

“May I?” he asks, bringing his hand close to your neck and pointing at your hidden necklace

you look down in confusion before realizing what he’s referring to

“Oh. Uh, yeah, sure,” you reply confusedly but agree nonetheless

he hesitates for only a second before grasping the necklace and pulling it up

he clenches his jaw when the chain starts to burn him, his fingers quickly releasing it once the hidden pendant is on the outside of your shirt

your eyes widen in shock when you see his red fingers pull away from your neck, a frown coming to your face

“Ah, just as I thought,” he says softly, staring down at your chest

you flush and look down, spotting your necklace for everyone to see

“I’m not sure if you know this or not but that pendant is actually an occult symbol. It wards off demons and burns them when they touch it. It’s honestly probably a good idea to wear it until everyone gets used to your presence,” he informs before taking a step away from you

you gently pick it up between your fingers, staring down at it with a frown

“Oh, okay,” you say softly

you didn’t like the thought of hurting anyone but he has a point. They’ve already explained to you that not all demons are friendly with humans, so some might try to attack you

guess this pendant will be useful during your stay

(don’t worry. You eventually take it off for Mr. Grumpy Pants)

Mammon:

he always gets uncomfortable being too close to you but not for the reasons you think

this man is a SIMP, okay?

he wants to be near you 24/7 but physically finds it hard to do so

it takes him a while to figure out why though

one day, you wear a low-cut shirt and there lays a necklace around your neck

of course, this man looks STRAIGHT at your chest because woughnwgwg exposed skin

but then he notices the necklace

do you always wear that?

“Heya, (Y/n). Do ya, uh, always wear that necklace?” he asks you after pondering on it for a while

it would make sense as to why his skin always crawls and why he feels like he always has an itch he just can’t scratch

you look down at the necklace and smile, picking it up between your delicate fingers

“Huh? Oh, yeah. It came with a Halloween costume I wore last year and I guess I liked it enough to always wear it,” you reply as you look down at it before letting it go

he grunts and stares at it, trying to make it combust with his eyes alone

“Do you think you could stop wearing it?” he asks softly

this makes your eyes widen, a small pout gracing your smooth lips

“What? Why? Do you not like it?” you ask quietly, disappointment filling your tone

and, of course, Mammon panics

“What? No! Well, kinda. Not for the reason ya think though! It’s jus that it’s an occult symbol, meaning it’s used to keep demons away,” he sputters out before eventually getting to his point

at this, your face becomes crestfallen

“Oh. That’s why you guys always seem so nervous and uncomfortable around me...” you mumble

before he can comfort you, you take it off and move to throw it away

“I won’t ever wear it again then,” you promise with a warm smile

Levi:

he knew something was off about you but he wasn’t sure what it was until the TSL competition

just like the others, he felt itchy and maybe even a little sick when he got too close to you

but you were so nice! and pretty! and smart!

he couldn’t help wanting to get to know you better

when the TSL competition happened though, he ended up being blinded by jealousy and attacked you

he got close enough to grab you by your shirt

the thing is, your necklace flew out of your shirt when he tugged you forward and it fell across his hand

he hisses and pulls away from you, looking down at the red lines now adorning his skin

this calms him down a bit surprisingly

you, on the other hand, were still freaking out

“I’m sorry! What just happened? Are you okay?” you ask as you gently cradle his injured hand

he stares at you in confusion before it converts to awe

he just attacked you and you’re still worried about him

yeah, he’s in love

when he doesn’t reply, Lucifer steps in

“Your necklace caused the burn. It’s an occult symbol, meaning it wards demons away. Guess it worked in your favor just now.”

“I’m sorry,” Levi says quickly after Lucifer is done talking

he then swears that you won’t need to wear it around him anymore, feeling guilty for attacking you

Satan:

this smart demon knew what he was feeling right away

he’s read enough books to know that you probably have some sort of occult symbol on you somewhere

he doesn’t bring it up though

he’d rather hangout around you and feel his skin crawl and for his skin to go ice cold than to have you take it off and risk you getting in danger with other demons

not that he’d let that happen. He’d skin someone alive before letting them close enough to hurt you

once you two start getting closer though, you notice that if you try to hold his hand or to cuddle into him on the couch while watching a movie, he flinches away from you

it breaks your heart, really

which he instantly notices and realizes he has to talk to you about before he loses you

“Darling, can I see you in my room for a moment?” Satan calls to you as you walk past his room, your heart skipping a beat as the pet name rolls off his tongue with ease

once you enter, he asks that you close his door, which causes you to grow nervous and excited at the same time

once the door is closed, he starts to explain the whole situation to you

he can’t even finish his explanation before you’re ripping it off your neck and throwing it away into his trash bin

he chuckles as he stands, meeting you by his desk where you threw the necklace away

he bends over to take it out of the trash, grunting when the necklace burns him

before he can hand it back to you, you snatch it out of his hand

“Why would you do that?” you cry in despair, your free hand cradling his injured one

he smiles at you and squeezes your hand while his free hand comes up to bring your head up

“Because I still want you to wear it when you go out. It would just be nice to be closer to you without it, my love,” he coos, making you gulp at how close he is to you

you nod your head though and place it in your pocket, noticing the goosebumps covering his arms

“I’ll go put it away in my room and then we can cuddle,” you declare

Asmo:

bruh

he notices it right away because of course he tries getting close to you right away

he gets a foot away from you and that’s when he feels it

he pouts as he stops his prowl towards you, trying to shake off the feeling of unease and nervousness

which is definitely a new feeling for him

he backs away from you and finds that those odd feelings are slowly fading away from his body

weird

he doesn’t really understand what it is until much later

he kept his distance but still flirted like a madman

which apparently worked since you liked him

so, when he decides to ignore the weird feeling and goes to kiss you one day, his hands gently rest on the side of your neck as he kisses you

well, he didn’t actually get to kiss you seeing as the chain burns his hands and he pulls away with a sharp gasp

you both stare down at his red hands in silence, trying to process what just happened

before you can even react, one of his hands come back to your neck and snaps your necklace off of you

“Asmo!” you screech, going to pull it out of his grip when he throws it across the room

as soon as it’s out of his hand, his hands gently clasp your cheeks before smashing his lips to yours

after a spicy makeout session, he briefly explains what your necklace was before going back to kissing you

Beel:

my poor baby didn’t understand what was going on 🥺

he’d go to give you a hug or offer you some food and found it impossible to be close to you

it upset him immensely

my mans likes to show his affection physically AND verbally like a legend

but he can’t get closer than a foot to you before he starts to feel a different kind of pit in his stomach

it wasn’t until you came to one of his games that it all became clear what was going on

he made the final point needed to win the game, all of his teammates knocking against his helmet and lightly shoving him

when you came over though, they parted like the red sea for you

you squeezed Beel into a hug and it felt perfect other than the weird feeling that comes over him

he moves to wrap his arms around your shoulders, his body suddenly jolting away from yours

your eyes widen at him, your heart lurching up in your throat

did you make him uncomfortable? But it seemed like he was going to hug you back?

he grabs your hand and starts to drag you off the field and away from prying eyes

you try to ignore the butterflies in your tummy from his hand holding yours

once you two are alone, he lets you go, which causes the butterflies to instantly die

“(Y/n), do you think you could get rid of your necklace?” he asks nervously

he’s afraid that he’s being too selfish by asking this of you

your brows knit together in confusion, looking down at your necklace that you’ve been wearing for a couple of months now

“What? Why? Do you not like it?” you ask worriedly, bringing your hands up to touch it

he explains what happens to him when he gets near it, his eyes shining with sadness

“Oh, why didn’t you just say so? Of course I can take it off,” you say as you go ahead and slip it off and place it in your pocket

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he reassures

“I want to,” you reassure right back

Belphie:

so yeah, your necklace ended up saving your life

when Belphie was released and turned out to be deceiving you this whole time, things went downwards really quickly

when he moved to choke you, your necklace burned his hands

he pulled away in shock, giving his brothers time to jump in and save the day

once everything was sorted out and he apologized, you two slowly became friends

he resented what he did and that necklace of yours

he’s sure that after what he did, you wouldn’t trust him enough to take off your necklace

and for a while, it was true

you would tense up around him, make excuses to leave, etc.

once you two got past that “hey, sorry I tried to kill you” stage though, things started smoothing out

when you two started to like each other though, he hated that necklace even more

it got to a point where he wanted to cuddle and kiss you so bad but he didn’t have the confidence to ask you to take off the pendant

luckily for him though, you took it off yourself

“Where’s your necklace?” he asks curiously when you come up to hug him, his body instantly sensing the difference

“I wanted to be able to hold you like this without you looking like you wanted to die,” you tease half playfully

he blushes as he wraps his arms around you

he never realized how transparent he was until now

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mrsseverussnape · 3 years

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Congrats on 100 followers! Please can I request older!Sirius, who - while laying low in Grimmauld Place - asks Remus to find the love of his life, who’s hidden herself away from the wizarding world when he went to Azkaban. He brings her back to Sirius for a sweet reunion. Thank you!

A/N: Thank you dear! I really liked that request but i took me little bit long, sorry for that. Hope you will like it😽🌹

Characters: Post Azkaban!Sirius Black x fiancée!reader

Theme: angst, fluff

Lost Love

“I need her, Remus…” Sirius mumbled as he looked through the old photo albums in Grimmauld Place. Seeing your photos together from Hogwarts years were painful enough but the one album from your engagement was unbearable for him. He finished up his wine and stared at Remus with teary eyes. “Can we find her?”

“You know you cannot leave the house, Padfoot. But I will try my best, I will ask some people and we will see if someone knows anything about Y/N.” Remus patted his best friend’s shoulder reassuringly.

13 years ago from now on, everything was way different how it was now. Sirius and you, high school sweethearts have engaged and thrown a small party with close friends and family members. It was exactly how you have imagined it; coastal theme party by the beach in spring. The freshly bloomed flowers’ and the salty sea’s scents were mixed together and created the most peaceful vibe with the sounds of the waves and the happy songs of the birds.

After the engagement, the couple bought a small house in Cornwall by the sea and completed your small family with a Cocker Spaniel puppy. Everything was going so good for you two even a war was on its way. You have not joined the Order of the Phoenix due to your parents’ jobs in Ministry of Magic, you didn’t want to draw any more attention to them since this upcoming war was causing enough stress and danger for them. Sirius was on the other hand; he has joined the Order and fully working to save the wizarding world. James and Lily Potter has become the main targets of You-Know-Who after they had their baby boy Harry. This had a tool on both Sirius and you since they were your best friends and you two were Harry’s godparents, you must have saved them all from the war and You-Know-Who.

But things have gone downhill terribly on October 31. You and Sirius have attended a Halloween party and you were having fun, relieving stress. Sirius has left to renew your drinks while you were dancing with your friends but he has never came back. You have waited for 15 minutes but getting drinks shouldn’t have been that hard so you started to look around for him but he was nowhere to be seen. You were annoyed but decided to wait little bit more; maybe he felt sick and he was throwing up in the loo, you thought. It has been 20 more minutes and Sirius was still lost, you couldn’t believe the fact that he literally left you here without saying anything. You were extremely annoyed with him and excused yourself then went to your shared home, hoping he would be there. Even at home, there was no signs of Sirius. You had no idea what happened or if you accidently hurt him in some way but nothing came to your mind. You waited him until you have fallen asleep on the sofa by the fireplace. In the morning you woke up to loud knocks on your house’s door, you jumped up from where you were sleeping and ran to the door.

“Sirius!?” Your expression quickly changed when you noticed it wasn’t Sirius but 2 formal dressed men.

“Miss Y/L/N?” one of them asked.

You just nodded while an eerie feeling started to grow in you, you could tell something was wrong by their faces. Did something happen to Sirius? You thought to yourself but afraid to ask and hear their answer. But you didn’t have to wait for any longer because they started to talk after making sure they found the right person.

“We are sent by the Minister of Magic to inform you about Lily and James Potter’ and Peter Pettigrew’s murders.”

“What…?” This was the only word you could say, you felt a coldness run through your body. Before you could collect yourself from the information you just heard, the other man continued.

“Sirius Black is sent to Azkaban for murdering Peter Pettigrew and 12 muggles.”

You collapsed on the ground; you didn’t hear anything they said anymore. Everything was blurry, you thought you were having a nightmare but feeling of the cold wind and rain on your skin were real enough. You didn’t know how long you stayed on the ground or when the men left. The thoughts were running through your mind like crazy, you couldn’t think of a reason why Sirius would kill one of his best friends, Peter yet alone 12 muggles. Everything was normal yesterday, you have had a calm day then gone to the party that your friend threw to celebrate Halloween. Even in the party Sirius seemed normal until suddenly he got lost. You had no idea what has gotten into Sirius after that, how could Sirius kill someone; you couldn’t wrap your head around that at all.

It has been one week since you found about the incidents and it was the worst week of your whole life. You have given a decision; you gave Rocky, your dog to your parents and said your farewells to them before abandoning everything. You couldn’t live in your shared house anymore, every bit of it reminded you of Sirius, beside that the country started to suffocate you as well; everyday you were hearing or seeing news about your fiancé and people were talking shit about him nonstop. Even some people who knew your relationship with him were attacking you with their bloody words. You couldn’t take it anymore and moved to a small island in Turkey. You didn’t know anyone here, you didn’t know the language, it would be a total isolation for you and that was what you wanted and needed. After a while you got used to the country and started your own job there. You were a decent artist and you started to sell your artwork in the island, the tourists were very interested in them and you made enough money to live. You have bought a small cottage and a bird to company you, time has started to heal you slowly but steadily.

You were working on a sculpture while listening to slow music, this was your new hobby for a while now. Your peaceful night cut by a loud knock on your door, unexpected knocks became one of your phobias since the incident. Every time you felt the same cold feeling run through your body at the sound of it, you slowly stood up from your chair and walked to the door. It was almost midnight and you weren’t expecting anyone at all, also it was February so the island was nearly empty. You had no idea who this person could be and you must admitted to yourself, you were scared. You held your wand tightly behind you and crack opened the wooden door. It was dark outside and you couldn’t see the person’s face at all.

“Who is this?” you asked sternly.

“Y/N? Is that you…?” the man questioned softly.

Your eyes widened when you heard the voice, how could you forget your best friend’s voice even after all these years. “Remus!?”

You pushed the door open, and soon you and Remus were hugging longingly. You invited him in since it was cold outside, now you were sitting on the small sofa on your living room.

“How did you find me?” you were wondering that from the very beginning.

“Let’s say I have my sources.” Remus chuckled looking at you. “It has been a long time but you look great Y/N.”

“Thank you Moony, same goes for you too.”

“You are just being kind.” Remus smiled but his expression got serious in the next second. “Y/N, you should come back to London with me.”

“Di- did something happen to my parents…? Is this why you came here that late?”

“No no, it is not like that. But this is important too.”

“Remus can you please tell me what’s going on!?”

Remus sighed and looked into your eyes. “I cannot tell you, it might be dangerous but you must come. Even for a day, if you don’t want to stay you can come back here. But please, you will regret if you don’t come with me.”

You were confused, you had no idea about what’s going on and Remus wasn’t a good help neither. It has been 12 years and no one ever came to find you and now middle of the night Remus was here all of a sudden and wanted you to go back to London with him.

“I don’t know Remus, don’t you think this is a little bit weird?”

“It is, I am aware of that but try to understand me. I wouldn’t be coming all the way to Turkey middle of the night, if this is not very important. Please, I beg you Y/N.”

You thought for a while, Remus seemed genuine with his words even you still weren’t sure about the whole situation but you accepted it. After you said you accepted, Remus immediately walked you out to use the portkey. You didn’t have any time to get prepared; you were in your pyjamas at your home and seconds later you were in a dark corner in London with Remus. You shivered as the cold England weather hit you, Remus was walking you to a street soon you two were standing in front of the Grimmauld Place. You knew this house very well but you had no idea why Remus brought you here. Before you could ask anything, he rushed you to the house. You little bit relaxed at the warmness of the house but yet again you were pulled by the hand and Remus walked you to the living room.

“Here you go! I am leaving you alone, thank me later!” Remus grinned and walked out of the house.

You froze in your place when your eyes met with the curly haired man who was standing in the opposite side of the room. He wasn’t any different than you, he couldn’t move or couldn’t talk, just stayed there with teary eyes and looked at you. You weren’t sure if you were dreaming or this is really happening right now. You have thought you would never see Sirius ever again in your life but there he was or was he?

“Y/N, my love…” Sirius ran to you after his shock washed off. He pulled you in a tight hug when you started to sob uncontrollably. You held onto him so tightly that your knuckles turned into white. You and Sirius stayed like this for a while and cried your eyes out. Your whole body was shaking because of the extreme emotions you were going through right now, Sirius made you sit on the nearest sofa and sat beside you, still holding you tightly. Sometime later you felt little bit better and for the first time in 12 years you looked into his silver eyes. Now they had wrinkles around them and weren’t shining with the mischievousness as they did before but they still had the love in them that he held for you. You cupped his cheeks lovingly.

“Are you real? “ You whispered.

“I am very much real, darling. Want me to pinch you?” Sirius let out a chuckle, his thumb was drawing circles on your knee.

“Sirius...” You sighed his name before pressing your lips into his, he immediately returned the kiss. The kiss was full of little bit of everything; longing, love, excitement, lust…

You pulled away breathless, apparently you two needed some practice about it. The sheepish smile on your face made Sirius laugh as he pulled you into his embrace once more. You looked up at him grinning.

“Remember you owe me a drink, literally for 12 years. Now bring couple of wine bottles here, we have so many things to talk about my beloved fiancé!”

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thesunshinebunny · 3 years

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When the world falls apart, the only thing we can hold onto is ourselves (Part III)

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pairing: canon Eren Jaeger x reader

content: Angst, unstable relationship, breakup, smut/nswf+18, major character death, violence, blood (obviously), war (pretty obvious)

Summary: War and hate. It’s what defined the world at this exact moment. You failed your comrades, and by failing them, you failed yourself. Your relationship is hanging by a thread and your enemies will not only be found on the other side of the sea, but also in the mind of the person you love the most. How will you take the reins in the face of so much destruction?

Chapter summary: It will take more than a betrayal and blood blath for the reader to stop protecting those who really need it.

Words count: 4.7k

I knew things were going to go from bad to worse when we returned to Paradis; but I never imagined that I would have a letter from the Supreme Commander on my desk. Days had passed since my fiasco conversation with Eren, spreading the word of my insubordination towards the lack of notification to the respective authorities. Sure, the guards had let me into the cell just because they knew me, but I never had the decency to tell Hange-san or even ask for a meeting with the Supreme Commander.

And here I was. Wrapped up in a much bigger shit roll since I decided to enlist in the Survey Corps, with a simple letter demanding my presence in his office for a little "talk."

The medical center where I could do my practices with ease was quite far from the justice’s court where the Supreme Commander was, having to go out to ride through the beautifully paved streets. A street I crossed, a street I saw citizens read the newspapers that had brought so much catastrophe to peace within the walls. People were revolting against the militancy, demanding Eren's immediate release, praising he was the only one who could lead Eldia to its ultimate glory.

If they could heard themself right now. They spoke as if Paradis itself had become an empire, a power on the verge of attacking and taking every country under its feet. It was as if they wanted to turn the game around, to be us the empire and our enemies the war slaves.

I was still far from my destination, but the crowd could be seen cowering above the barred court doors. Men and women with posters screaming without sense or unity, an angry mob demanding explanations, ready to use violence to make their way into the hierarchy.

I got off my horse when I faced the crowd, needing to get up front and through the secured gate and with my loyal traveling companion I wasn't going to make it. I left him tied up outside a local, asking the owner to take care of him, if necessary, I would give him a monetary compensation on my returned.

I tried to get through the mob, asking permission, even nudging some people, but no matter how hard I tried to take a step forward, there was always a bastard blocking my way or pulling me back; They even had the decency to grab my coat and throw me off.

"Excuse me, but I need to pass"

Empty words at this situation. If they didn’t listen to the specialized people of the militancy, it was obvious that they wouldn’t listen to me, a simple doctor in practice for the legion.

"Free the leader of the Eldian empire"

"Free Eren Jaeger"

"Give us some damn answer"

"Fuck off you cheap bitch"

The day wasn’t even beginning and I was already receiving hateful comments, typical of closed minds.

I looked around for a solution, I was wasting valuable time and starting to get irritated. If I was late for my meeting with the Supreme Commander, who knows what punishment he would give me apart from my insubordination.

Besides of the mob there wasn’t much more than a few elegant houses and shops, no other entrance except the one in the backyard, but to get there, I would have to go all the way around the building and it would take much longer. The walls were too high to jump alone and too smooth to climb, otherwise enough people would have sneaked in by now.

I turned my head towards my horse, which was still in the same position where I left him, patiently awaiting my return. Surely what I was about to do wasn’t going to please him one bit.

I ran as fast as I could and unhooked him from the wooden post, ignoring the comments of the owner of the premises who was indisputably claiming for his pay. Without turning my head to such scum, I motioned for the horse to turn around and run down the avenue, against the crowd. Being at a considered distance, I again instructed him to turn around and go as fast as he could.

"I'm sorry Phillip, you're going to have to forgive me for what I'm going to do"

We were a few meters from the mob, mentally preparing myself for the feat that was about to be accomplished. Almost arriving, about to impact, I gave him a little jerk to the right, guiding us towards the wall, and raised my legs towards his back, squatting against him, waiting for the right moment and the impulse he would give when braking hard.

When he was about to slam his trunk against the wall, Phillip stopped his galloping, propelling me forward and flying toward one of the door columns. I grabbed the stone as best I could, avoiding falling on my backside, and raised my legs towards the top, finally reaching my goal. Being already on top and looking at the terrified faces of the rebels, I went down to the other side of the door, slightly hurting my feet and hands in the fall.

"That was quite a show"

Hitch was already in front of me, malicious and proud on her face. She was giving a few applause to the air, trying to lift the spirits of the people of the military squad, even if her acting was a bit cocky.

"Desperate situations call for desperate measures." I waved my hands over the coat, looking at her with the same smug visage she was giving me.

I didn't like Hitch per se, but we weren't friends either. The way she acted and talked gave me bad vibes and I planned to stay as neutral as possible in her presence. Even her gazes seemed to want to pierce the soul of whoever she was speaking to, as if she wanted to undress you internally and seek your darkest and most shameful secrets. I would stick my hands in the fire by assuming that in her younger years she had been a bully or a blackmailer.

But it was better to keep those thoughts for yourself, before generating greater repercussions in the times that hugged us.

"Did you come to see Armin and Mikasa?"

Any thoughts I had of her dissipated.

"They ... are they here?"

I was fuzzy. Not because of the fact that I was uninformed about their actions when they left the legion barracks in the morning, which I was getting used to since last year, but because they were in the same place as me. What a coincidence.

To be honest, the two of them never owed me anything and it wasn't their duty to tell me where they were going every minute of the day, just like Hange. Each one of us had their own will to go where we were sung; But if the three of us were in court, and if they gave me the chance to guess, I would say that to see the Supreme Commander, it made me a bit suspicious.

"Yes, they are talking to the Supreme Commander to try to go talk to Eren"

I must have hit my head at some point in the battle of Marley, because lately every occurrence was quite impossible to believe. They were the ones who asked me to go talk to him a few days ago, they were the ones who questioned me when I returned to the waiting room where the few survivors of 104° Squad were;it was them who gave me a compassionate look as they saw I hadn’t accomplished much and I had ended any relationship that bound me with Eren.

And now here they were, demanding an audience with their childhood friend, while I would have to be judged for the same action. Something wasn’t fitting. I looked around trying to find them, or maybe to find an answer to the thousands of questions that were forming in my head, and finding no help, I turned to Hitch.

"What is going on? Why-"

Before I could finish my question, an explosion rumbled across the cobblestone floor, hurting our ears and knocking us to the ground. Fire and debris couldn’t only be seen in the air but also smelled, flooding our nostrils, causing us to cough and cover our eyes with debris.

I looked up to find a flare coming from one of the court offices and a heavy body falling in our direction. I couldn't make it out until it fell to the ground, leaving a stain of blood and ash around it, apart from leaving a trail of smoke from where it flew off. My eyes were opened with shock and amazement, since the person in front of me was nothing more and nothing less than the same militant leader, half of the body lost and burned by the explosion.

"Well ... that's new"

In all my years of service I have seen every horror inside and outside the walls. True, even the Survey Corps had acted against the law, but it was for the greater good, to expose the bastards who lived on the wall farthest from the sea. I had seen people hit and kick another for a piece of food when the wall Maria fell. I had seen how we were massacred one by one with bullets to the head as we tried to go beyond the walls.

But never in those years I had seen a rebellion like the one taking place, being willing to eliminate such an authoritarian figure as Darius Zackly.

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The chaos went unnoticed by a large part of the population, only those who were present at the time of the explosion and the military police were aware. Faced with such an atrocious event of treason, a small meeting was convened involving the most important heads of each faction; unfortunately I couldn’t be there, my presence had been required in a clinic a few meters from the court. There were quite a few injured.

Some had mild and harmless burns, others had large parts of the body with third degree burns. Some had splinters stuck in their arms and faces, some had a piece of wood stuck in their stomach.

A couple of hours had passed which seemed like weeks to me. I had been assigned the milder cases, but as I pulled the splinters out of a patient's eyes, I had the countless howls of people echoing in my head, listening as they took their last painful breaths. People who asked to die on purpose to ease the pain.

Hours passed and welcomed the next day. I had terrible black circles under my tired eyes, hands stained with dried blood and splintered; they’re fucked up and I needed to heal them as quickly as possible before they got infected. I grabbed the cutting tools and placed them on a metal tray, the cold of the surface soothing the pain in my hands, and although it wasn’t too heavy I felt like it trembled on my grip.

I heard the door open wide at the other side of my last patient's room, the front door, letting in multiple heavy footsteps on the hardwood floor. Apparently, the soldier who had entered was in a hurry or was about to deliver terrible news...I wish I had been wrong in the second option.

"Bad news, Eren Jaeger has escaped from the underground cell"

I dropped the metal tray on my feet, making the sound of metal and utensils rumble across the room. My hands were shaking even more and surely if I saw myself in a mirror I would see my face completely pale.

"If you want to free yourself from this cell, go ahead"

My words invaded my mind like a bucket of cold water, as if they wanted to make me see that I was to blame for his escape. I knew that sooner or later he’s going to free himself, his eyes showed it and by not getting an answer that contrasted with mine, it was perfect evidence of his plans. But even knowing it, even Hange knowing it, I didn't expect him to do it in a moment of such betrayal.

I cleaned my hands as best I could with a towel hanging over the room sink and grabbed my coat, rushing out of the clinic.

"I’m sorry, I need to go"

But where to go was the question. I had no idea where Eren might be, and even if I knew what he was going to win, surely he was with his followers and with the simple image of me approaching from the horizon, I would be dead in a matter of seconds ... or imprisoned, whatever happen first.

At the exit of the clinic, there were two soldiers of the military police standing guard and watching the justice’s court from the distance. I approached them with the intention of asking them about the whereabouts of the Survey Corps, but they looked at me like I had the plague and pushed me aside hostilely, almost knocking me to the ground. I kept my composure as best I could and looked for someone else to ask; I didn’t have to wait long, since a woman of my age with mahogany hair, extremely black and matted, pointed the way where my comareds had gone. According to her words, they’re heading towards a large and luxurious building in the middle of one of the main avenues, recognizing the word restaurant from the conversation between the riders.

The only place that matched that description was the restaurant where Nicolo worked.

I hurried out with Phillip galloping through people, avoiding stepping on them and apologizing on my back. If there was something clear to me in all this mess, it was that Hange would go to find answers among the working Marleyans of that place. Maybe something could be solved.

I was very wrong.

I rushed into the building, finding only a long entrance hall and a corridor that led to god knows where. No one was even around to see me panic and I didn't see a soul nearby either, the only thing if I could hear a heated discussion far away and heavy footsteps on the floor. I let myself be guided by the sound, running back to its origins and finding a bizarre and meaningless scene in front of my eyes.

The room that seemed to be the main one hosted the orphaned children of the Blouse farm as well as Sasha's parents, sad and anguished parents if I paid better attention. The children were just as sad, with tears in their eyes, especially Kaya; they were crying the same way as on the day Sasha's death was reported. They were cornered under a window all together, hugging each other and letting the rays of the sun streaming through the window illuminate their figures, as if those rays could replace the heat that Sasha had left behind.

That scene broke my still fragile heart. I would have liked to reach out to them and try to help them move on, as I would have liked to stay on the farm with them when we came back from Marley to help them get by; obviously I could never have replaced Sasha and they could never have replaced my family, but in these times of battle, what mattered most was healing the wounds between all of us.

I would have liked to talk to them, but my eyes shifted from the Blouse family to the figure of Hange carefully placing a child on the floor. The blond boy was very badly injured on the side of his head, he was bleeding and his clothes had stuck to his body due to the large amount of liquid that had flowed down his torso.

"Hange-san, Wha-" As I stared at the blond boy on the floor, I could see that he was one of the children who had sneaked into our war balloon.

“Isn't that one of the Marleyan children? Why is he here and why is he bleeding?"

Unconsciously my body leaned forward, resting on one knee on the ground and reaching out to the boy. My instincts as a doctor were screaming for me to tend to the poor injured boy regardless of his race and I was willing to do so.

"We will take care of him, go to the room continue with Mikasa and Armin"

I got up without hesitation, taking one last look at the room I was in and it was just at that moment that I recognized Nicolo and Jean in a corner away from everyone else. They both looked very distressed, but I didn't have the opportunity to ask why, they had given me an order and I had to carry it out. I would have to wait until got back to base to understand this terrible situation.

The room they sent me to was at the end of the corridor, the door was closed but every step I took I could hear the soft voices of Mikasa and Armin, apparently talking to someone else. Well, that conversation must have to get a pause because I was about to slam the door in and leave the doors wide open.

“What the hell is going on? Why is a Marleyan child unconscious in the kitchen?"

Upon entering, all excited, my eyes only saw the figures of Armin and Mikasa around a table. They both looked up at me in disbelief when they saw me standing on the threshold. For the second time that day, I looked back across the stage in front of me and spotted a small brown-haired figure sitting at the same table. With a little more attention, I saw that the small figure was trembling, perhaps from fear or from adrenaline, at the same time that its face was bruised and full of blood; and putting all my attention on that bloody face I realized that I recognized those eyes, those same eyes that I had looked at with contempt and had looked back at me with the same feeling the night of the invasion.

The missing girl from the Marleyan duo was sitting across from me staring with sheep's eyes.

All exaltation I had in my body dissipated, my gaze fell, leaving nothing more than a neutral countenance. But ... anyone who could see through my eyes, would know they reflected the fatigue and sadness of several accumulated days. Seeing the girl was perhaps a way of attaching all the harmful feelings in a single part of my body.

I let out a long sigh and closed the door slowly behind me. I walked slowly towards where the girl was, running Mikasa to the side and looked at her with the best possible adult countenance. She had a red nose, it looked like it had been hit right on her septum causing her to bleed and stain her dress, which I assumed was courtesy of the Blouse family. Her cheek was scratched and red too, traces of broken and inflamed skin could be seen around her wound, but without any bleeding. This girl would have a swollen face the next day if we don't give her some ice.

“You’re hurt. Care to explain me what happened?"

I reached my hand out to her, but was greeted with a flinch from her. I could tell she was scared and she had every right to be.Either way, way I brought my hand to her face, placing my index finger and thumb on her jaw to move her head and look for other injuries.

Her face was the one that received the most impact, nothing in her eyes which was a very good sign, and I didn’t notice any kind of fracture in the bones of her cheek or septum. Good. I looked around the room for something I could use, but I only found empty tables adorned with a classic tablecloth and a very well elaborated and cared wine cellar, apart from showing off one of the best wine collections in recent years.

"Armin, can you go get some alcohol to disinfect the wounds? Surely they have something in the kitchen "

The blonde gave me a slight nod and left the room, leaving me alone with Mikasa, who was absolved of the situation, but still maintaining an imposing posture. The girl was still shaking on my hand, so I pushed her away and inspected her body for more injuries.

The palms of her hands were stained with blood, I guessed from the bleeding from her nose, but they also had some slight scratches, perhaps she had fallen to the floor. Her dress didn’t seem torn in the area of the knees, so I assumed that they weren’t injured or it was a very slight scratch, almost no bleeding. Her arms seemed intact as did her torso. I turned to the back of her head, running her hair gently trying to find any trace of blow that could generate a contusion. I didn’t find anything that could be fatal or serious, but I did see something that caught my attention.

“You have marks on your head, diffuse, but they are there. What happened?"

"... A horse bit me"

Of all the situations that could have led to those brands, I didn't expect to hear this one. I didn’t expect it, not at all. It caught me off guard and I let out a giggle which I covered with the back of my hand.

"Sorry, shouldn't laugh… you deserve it thou" I gave her a little pat on the top of her head before ruffling it a bit and bending down to look into her eyes.

Armin returned to the room, alcohol in hand and a clean cloth. Thank God something was clean in this whole city, I was beginning to lose my faith in the cleanliness of this people. I reached for the items and I proceeded to apply a large amount of alcohol to the cloth and apply it first to the frightened girl's cheek.

"Why are you so good to me? I killed a one of your friends"

That comment made me stop for a second, just like I stopped looking at her wound. My gaze fell to the floor in search of an answer; I searched, searched and searched for answers to questions that didn’t have one or weren’t as simple as they seemed...or simply looked in the wrong places and the answers were always in my mind, only that my heart wasn’t prepared to face them.

"The girl you killed the night of the invasion was called Sasha Blouse and she was the best archer and sniper of the legion"

I turned my gaze to her, continuing to heal her wound on her cheek. When I saw that there was only a small pink stain left on the surface, I moistened the cloth further with alcohol and ran it under her nose, removing any trace of blood. The girl pulled back a bit when she felt it’s smell her nostrils and I had the opportunity to cover her nose for a few seconds to stop the bleeding.

"You know ... you remind me of a boy exactly like you"

When I saw that the bleeding stopped and the girl stopped moving due to the burning and itching that the alcohol was surely causing, I grabbed her hands and began to clean them with small touches avoiding tearing her skin.

“Just as intense and ready to fight for what he thinks is fair. You are just a little girl who was taught that we were the bad guys. It’s the way you were raised, the way you see the world. They taught us something else, but at the end of the day, apart from everything... we are the same"

It hurt. Yes, it hurt to see the one guilty of the death of my best friend, but it hurt more to see in her eyes the hatred and contempt they had taught her towards our race. The hate cycle we were getting into wasn't going to get us anywhere and it was better to nip it in the bud, even with baby steps.

When I finished cleaning all her wounds, I put the cloth on the table and looked at my performance with deep pride. It wasn't much, but it was enough; Not only had I cleaned a few simple wounds, but perhaps, I wished that perhaps, it would begin to heal her mind ... and mine as well.

I got up heavily, noticing how my knees creaked when squatting for a long time and I stretched my body generating more crunches, but noting at the same time how the heaviness of my back left and leave behind a much lighter load.

“Very good, you’ve been a good patient. Surely there is something sweet in the kitchen that I can give you” I patted her head again and gave her a sincere smile, one that I hadn't given anyone for quite a while. I headed to the door unconcerned about the situation I assumed was still going on in the main room.

"What's going to happen to Eren Jaeger?"

What will happen to him? And why does she ask me that?

"Don't worry, I'm not letting him put a finger on you" A sincere answer to a question asked out of fear. I reached the door and in the middle of the sentence I turned the knob wanting to make my way into the hall, but a tall figure blocked my way.

Eren was right on the threshold with the intention of opening it.

Well mark me impress

My body jerked back instinctively, avoiding taking my eyes off his. I moved to the right side, avoiding the figure of the Marleyan girl from being in Eren's point of view. I didn't know why he was here or if the others knew about it, but whatever the reason, he surely wasn’t alone and this wasn’t going to lead to anything good.

"Sit down"

He took a few steps forward, closing the door with his foot, not even paying attention to his surroundings, or maybe yes, now everything was a confusion when it came to the brunette in front of us.

"You can't tell me what to do" I planted myself in front of him, without taking a step back. We were both facing each other, him carrying me several inches tall, several dominating inches that made my legs shake and my heart race.

If it had been in any other situation, that trembling, that acceleration would have been very well received. It was impossible not to feel small next to Eren, the damn bastard had hit a big stretch and there was a great difference around the body between the two, a difference that I always loved to admire.

But not now. Not at this moment when everything was going to shit and I had to stand up to the figure of a little girl who was internally dying of fear thanks to him.

"Sit. Down"

Few centimeters separated us from each other, his chest too close to mine, I could feel how it swelled with each breath. He raised his hand to my face, letting me see his cut palm and dripping blood. Fear took hold of me, making me stand even more in my position, but I wasn’t going to give in so easily.

"You wouldn't" I looked him in the eye, defiant, longed for and everything in between.

"Try me"

It was all he said before grabbing onto my shoulders and pulling me back. My body collided with the table and instinctively I placed my hands on it. I heard how Armin and Mikasa tried to get closer to where we were, but a single glance from Eren made them stay still, submissive, as they lost in their positions. His gaze returned to mine. My breath hitched and I had to avoid with all my might thinking about the position we were entwined.

It wasn’t the time to think about how my hips were slightly elevated, just my butt up on the table and one leg dangling, his knee between my legs, preventing me from closing them and keeping the leg that was hanging in the air. His gaze wandered between our bodies and he returned to my eyes. He tightened his grip on my shoulders and pushed me to the side of the table, dropping me onto the chair next to the girl.

"I said. Sit. Down"

He took his hands off my shoulders, took the seat next to me and Armin and Mikasa sat with him, leaving an air of discomfort and tension in the environment.

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botwstoriesandsuch · 3 years

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I recently read Shades of blue after you rwcommended it and Oh My God was it worth it. That was beautiful and amazing and do you have any other recommendations?

✨MISSIONS ACCOMPLISHED✨

AAAAAA I’m so glad you read it!!! Honestly I’ve been waiting for someone to ask me for recs for awhile because I have.........a few...

Miscellaneous ships here, not just Revalink but the first lot are

- Pinesong by @a-perplexing-puzzle D-Do I even need to explain myself more??? I talk about this fic every other day of the week..... it’s just great vibes....soft and fluffy and angsty just *chef’s kiss* two gay boys searching through their old memories to remember how gay they are

- Shades of Blue by @unapologetically-asexual OK I know original anon just said they read this but for you idiots that haven’t read it yet....uhhhh get on that. Nothing I could say would really advertise this fic better than this post

- somebody’s always looking (nothing’s quite as sweet) by @kouzaires One of my FAV Coffee shop AU’s for botw....so sof......so tender...........so warrmmmmm.............they characters are written so well.....just love it...a lot

- Broken Spirits by @legendoftoad It’s just AAAAAAAAAA??!!? My boys are hurting and the malice for half of it is frickin doing things to my boy and then of course you got your PTSD themes meddled in there and hnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhghgh my hurt/comfort itch is sufficiently scratched go read

- Linger On by ICanFlyHigher [idk if they have a tumblr] Ok I actually haven’t finished this fic yet but it’s been recommended time and time again so I’ve been reading this in my spare time I’m on like Chapter 12 or 13 I think but I can say with CERTAINTY that the writing is fantastic and tender moments are off the charts and my boys are so precious and also the Yiga are actually cool in this so that’s nice

- Learning Flight by homewardbound This is just *chefs kiss* *standing ovation* *throws confetti in the air* quality quality Revalink. Just a delicious chocolate cake of botw and Revalink. You got your mysterious Revali waking up 105 years later batter, and your angsty PTSD gay boys duo chocolate chips, and then you can chuck in some engaging sideplot elements as a few tall tiers, and then the cake is all whipped up with the wooden spoon of subtextual writing just mmmm delicious. and ALSO I betaed a thing that is gonna happen and let me tell you shit is gonna happen like VERY IMPORTANT SUPER COOL plot twists be happening so you better read it

- Conversations After The End Of The World by @bismuthllie Ok this one’s a oneshot but I always go back and read it because...idk it just strums my heart strings a lot...I’ve said Pinesong was my first big Revalink fic I’ce read, but this was like...my first, first piece of Revalink content I read ever so...yeah <3 ....and also the art for this comic is fantastic too even thought it gives me the emotions......hahaha ok Revali it’s time to stop being dead

- I See You Swimming In The Sky by @unavoidablekoishi OK OK I know my logic isn’t the best considering it’s the only Revali/Mipha fic I’ve read, but god dammit it’s the best Revpha fic I’ve ever read I still need to catch up cause I’m like 3 chapters behind but this fic CONVERTED me ok, miphvali went from a “huh yeah the art is nice I can kinda see it” to “THAT FISH IS SIMPING FOR THE BIRD 24/7 AND THEY DESERVE EACH OTHER″ This is some *claps* GOOD. SHIT. Ok? *slaps roof of fic* This bad boy can fit so much charming characterization and interaction (and also has made me scream both happily and not happily on several occasions)

- Guardian of The Wilds by @no-themes-just-memes in which I constantly miscall it “Guardian of the Wild” because I’m stupid This isn’t so much a ship fic but it’s so cool Link is a spirit, Urbosa and Zelda’s mom are a thing, Zelda is HERE and she is AMAZING like no spoilers but holy shit Zelda is here and slaying in more ways than one and riding Satori and hhnnnnhhhhhhhh it’s all about those ~plot twists~ and tone changes ya know? very very very nice...

- Firebird by @paellaplease Oh no, it’s Kip’s obligatory Firebird gush whoopsie poopsie who would have guessed surely not me. This is just my standard for Oc ship content now it’s so good I am gay for one fire girl Maiya is my spirit animal and I just wanna cup her in my hands softly even though I know she would probably burn me for it but it would totally be worth it. The writing is just superb and I am also gay for great imagery and action which this is chalk full of so go read it

Ok it’s actually 2am right now and I still need to finish a bunch of AP work so I’m just gonna speed run the rest of these recs

@echogekkos writes such cute and soft Miphlink fics that are on my top tier list like this one and oh crap this post made me realize Healing Touch updated crap there are so many things I need to read and catch up on anyways want more miphlink angst? BOOM read the inspiration for eternity by Merakkli and oh what’s that? You want deep lore that was custom made with lots of hot ocs in a fic that spans way beyond BOTW welp here’s Hyrule Bound a universe entirely created by @themisadventurescrew which is yet another fic series that I am behind on crap but oh shit @kittmoon has started a chapter fic called Jaded Seas recently so you should go read that but also all of their oneshots are great as well so you should follow them and did I mention that everyone I’ve tagged are people you should follow because yeah anyhow here’s a crackfic about Goron children that had me shaking out of either fear or confusion for a few days by @angsttronaut ok moving on @thatsnotzelda writes beautifully just take a look at this angsty Revalink thing and also bambambambam you’ve been ambushed by @hatenostorms @going-fancognito @ashrel @lizards-writing-blog so now go request some from them because I said so they’re great also uhhh @idiotic-canadian and @moonchildrenn [Pins_and_Patches on ao3] hate happiness but that’s ok because I get to be emotionally wrecked by their angst and whump hurray! wait fUCK I completely forgot to rec this earlier but my first Zelpha fic was this gorgeous Coffeeshop AU by @theseventhsage called Dreaming of Coffee and Love so go read that *flipping through entire history of ao3* let’s see let’s see... All of the Rito Chronicles by sturms_sun_shattered is great, and this Teba/Harth one is also a fav and oh CRAP my zelink content is just everything by @fatefulfaerie because it’s just *throws colorful streamers in the air* pretty and I love their writing welp I’m about to collapse lets just end it off with the z’s like @zzariyo and @zeawesomebirdie on ao3 they are some pretty radical french fries if i do say so myself and and ok ok read this other Zelpha coffee au which is also by @kouzaires and this Modern au also by @unavoidablekoishi ok that’s all I can remember right now bye

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wandasleftshoe · 3 years

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Too Young Too Burn

Mobius x Female Reader

A/N: so my account was deleted lmao and this is a re-upload. this post was originally getting some likes so I decided to repost it, and hopefully this time my stuff doesn’t wack out. But for first time readers, this is my first ever fic lol! I was cracked out on nicotine and red bull when I wrote it, so it might be all over the place. alsooooo if any of u like this, I turned on my asks so feel free to request something! I’ll do any Marvel character, male/female/gender neutral, so feel free to ask lol turns out I enjoy writing

Word Count: 2.5k

Triggers: bad language, kinda sort angst, a tragedy ending in suicide, death

It started off as a simple school boy crush.

She was a new member to the office, a new analyst that would train alongside Mobius, nothing was supposed to come of it but a friendly coworker relationship. (The only kind of relationship allowed in the office, the Time Lizards have sticks up their asses.) The first day he met her, she was in a standard TVA uniform, beige slacks and a button up shirt of another drab color. Though when she entered the room, an air of confidence came with her, sweeping him off his feet like something out of a Midgard fairytale. She was introduced to him as [y/n] [y/l], newest to the TVA’s section of analysts, preferring to study dangerous variants, much like himself. He was immediately taken by her attention to detail, he felt her eyes studying him the entire time his bosses boss introduced them to each other.

Her attention to detail, as mentioned before, was brought to his attention when she mentioned his hands fiddling with the hem of his blazer. She noted that he didn’t give off a nervous energy, but with the way his hands were going you would have thought that the boss had caught him doing something he wasn’t supposed to. As they continued their conversation, more and more was pointed out that he didn’t even notice himself; she seemed to be a perfect fit for his team.

Their first day consisted of standard paperwork and the general office tour, Mobius introduced her to his boss, Ravonna Renslayer, as well as a strew of other office members they pasted in the hall that Mobius could remember a name for. Let’s be real, he just rambled on so that he could try to forget how kindly she smiled at him and how her eyes twinkled when talking about the job at hand. He thought if he could get past the first day and the excitement of gaining a new coworker, the odd feeling creeping into his heart would go away.

As the day went on and he got to know his new coworker better, he believed the relationship would grow into an unstoppable workforce bond. As the nice coworker he is and to start this unstoppable force off right, he offered to buy her dinner at a restaurant not far from the office (totally not to hang out with her for a little while longer). The time they spent both at the office and eating dinner, Mobius couldn’t quite help but find this new girl fascinating and for lack of a better term, lovely.

But it was just a school boy crush, right?

Time went on, sooner rather than later, Mobius and [y/n] found themselves working together quite often on cases. New cases left and right, most of them being Loki variants, surprise surprise. The more difficult they grew, the more time Mobius spent with the (not so) new girl. Between late nights in the office and many almost death situations, the two found themselves becoming close friends amongst the sea of the neverending bureaucracy. Though still as before, he felt that odd feeling in his heart growing stronger each time she brought him his coffee just the way he liked it or added fuel to his jetski fantasies.

What solidified that feeling in his chest was the night he and [y/n] went on a smaller mission by themselves, July 29th, 1890.

It was a clear night, though somber, both knowing what was supposed to happen. The air was warm and the moon was shining bright over the quiet fields of Auvers-sur-Oise. No, they weren’t looking for a variant of Vincent, he did indeed die tragically in this nexus event. No, no, they were looking for the person who burned all of his paintings in a rage, hence throwing off the timeline. Without the paintings, no memory of Van Gogh would be left for the future, and that’s not how the Time Lizards wanted it to be. So they were there, under the melancholy skies of France.

It was taking longer than planned, they ended up having to spend the night in an old cabin near the edge of the old town. A slow fire burned in the den of the cabin where [y/n] was reading, while Mobius was trying to find some sort of food to keep the two of them from going to bed with their stomachs rumbling. To no avail, there was nothing in the abandoned cabin so he gave in and entered the den of the cabin. There, he was met with the serene and abnormally domestic [y/n] in front of him. Usually the new girl was like a chicken with it’s head cut off; running around the office to put her wild theories to the test or just the general hectic vibe that went along with their job that made her hair stick out on all sides of her head from her running her hands through it in frustration. But this scene sitting quietly in front of him was something he didn’t know he wanted in his life. She was sitting on the ancient furniture with a book in her hands, hair down and surrounding her face in a way that made his heart palpitate. She was relaxed for once, not an ounce of stress weighing on her shoulders as she immersed herself in the world of whatever book she found on the old shelves. He could even see that her work shirt was untucked and her shoes were off, showing off her mix matched socks. He didn’t even know mix matched socks were a thing, but she pulled them off perfectly.

She looked up when he hadn’t said anything for a solid 4 and a half minutes, he was too busy taking in the scene in front of him to notice he was just open mouth staring at her. It didn’t bother her really, though silence with Mobius around was quite unheard of, so she filled it.

“Suis-je trop vieux pour alimenter cette passion et la laisser me consumer - ou suis-je encore trop jeune pour savoir quels dommages cela fera?”

“I’m sorry, w-what?”

“Am I too old to throw fuel onto this passion and let it consume me — or am I still too young to know what damage that will do?” She said again, in english this time. She knew he could understand her, everyone in the TVA could speak and understand a multitude of languages. She just wanted to see what his reaction would be when she said it to him. “It’s a quote from this diary. The person who wrote it was in their mid 20s when they did this entry, they’re writing of their partner. They were in love, but poor and couldn’t afford to be married. The writer got an offer to marry into a wealthy family, but they turned it down, hoping for everything to work out in the end.”

The explanation of the words she spoke before hit Mobius a little harder than they should have, the author of the diary was caught between a rock and hard place. Much like he found himself in right now, even if he refused to believe it before tonight. Seeing the domestic life he could have right in front of him made his head spin, his heart hurt, and his love for his job lessen a bit. He was grateful to the Time Lizards for creating him, for giving him the life he has in the TVA, but seeing what life could be like on Earth startled him. He didn’t know he wanted it until it was right in front of him, taunting him like a cat chasing a laser light. A life on Earth, with the girl sitting right in front of him; that was all he wanted. Jetski be damned (not really, he would love to have a jetski alongside this lifestyle). Even if he couldn’t live a normal life on the Sacred Timeline, he wanted to be with her. After all this time getting to know her and the little details of her soul between official meetings and paperwork piles, he finally realized what that feeling was in this moment.

But he knew it could never happen. Not here, not in the TVA. It simply wasn’t allowed. So he swallowed his feelings, but he never forgot that sweet, peaceful night. They talked, laughed, and even cried together that night, both of them tucking that memory in their hearts and reliving it in times when they most missed the feeling they didn’t know they could miss.

Again, time passed from that night in France, they did eventually catch the variant and reset the timeline. After, they only grew closer as the late nighter grew later and newer, tougher missions appeared on their radar. Their biggest being the Loki variant killing more and more Minute Men, and the case was beginning to take a turn. They brought in a new Loki variant, one front 2012 just after the attack on New York. He was cunning and a very good liar, but he grew on both Mobius and [y/n]. It wasn’t long before they actually found the dangerous Loki variant with 2012 Loki on their side, but he betrayed them and followed the other Loki into the portal, losing both a friend and a lead.

This devastated Mobius, it was his last chance to prove to the Time Lizards that their Loki could be trusted, that he was changing and doing good for the TVA. But he’s a Loki, and they all should have guessed something was going to happen. But they guessed what would happen next.

They found the two variants, out of sheer luck in the Lamentis apocalypse. When both were brought in, it wasn't long before all hell let loose. Mobius found out the TVA was actually just made up of variants, they were all variants, and none of this was what it had been told to them. It was all lies. At first it gutted him, he didn’t believe Loki, but after some snooping, he found out they weren’t lying. Then, hope sparked in his chest. Life without the TVA meant, eventually, he could live out his domestic dream. With the girl of his dreams, [y/n].

With the (fragile) trust in Loki and hope in his heart for a new life with [y/n], he flew into action. He busted Loki out of the loop he had originally put him in, and swapping his Tempad with Renslayer, he now had the proof that Loki was telling the truth. With this renewed faith in his friend, he was going to expose the truth to everyone. They had a right to know, they had a right to their former memories. They had a right to free will.

Only, he didn’t get that far. Suddenly, he and Loki were being escorted to Renslayers office. If there’s one thing about Mobius, he had good intuition, and the feeling he had in his gut was telling him something was very wrong. Of course Renslayer knew he switched their Tempads, he knew he wouldn’t have much time, but it felt like only a matter of minutes before he was caught. He didn’t even have time to go find [y/n] and explain to her what was going on, he didn’t have time to tell her his feelings, and he knew he was going to get pruned if Renslayer found out before he could spread the truth.

But once he stepped into Renslayer’s office, the feeling in his gut froze, sending goosebumps all over his body.

Not only were he and Loki standing in the middle of her office, but so was [y/n]. She was thrashing against G-17, who had her in a chokehold. The scene made his blood boil, [y/n] had no idea what was going on, she was innocent. The thought of anything happening to her gutted him, he wasn’t going to let that happen.

“I uh, I think I grabbed yours by mistake,” he starts out, trying to get out of this smoothly, but he knew Renslayer was going to take that obvious lie, he was no god of mischief. She gave him a cold look that only the devil himself could forge, and ordered D-90 to take the Tempad from him, shaking her head at Mobius in disappointment.

“Mobius, what’s going on?” [y/n] asked, her voice wasn’t faltering, but her usually confident demeanor was gone. She was worried, she knew something bad was going to happen, she knew something was going on with the two variants, it just hadn’t been disclosed how fucked the situation was. All Mobius wanted to do was take her away from this place and tell her what she meant to him. Before anything could happen to him.

“Tell her, Mobius. Tell her how you’ve betrayed the TVA and joined forces with the two Loki Variants. Tell her how you betrayed her trust,” Renslayer says with a silver tongue, looking coldly at not only Loki (the usual) but also Mobius, a look he’s never received from her before on any other occasion than a joke. He could feel his time ticking away, he could only stall so much and there was nothing left to stall. All he had was the truth.

“Look, [y/n], they’re all lying to us. We’re all variants, all of us, they took us from the Timeline. This place- this place isn’t what we think it is.” He says, begging her with his voice to believe him. In all the time they’ve known each other, this is the first time he’s begged her. Though he didn’t need to, [y/n] trusted Mobius with her whole being. Time and time again, she’s saved his ass and he hers. They were bonded in a way she didn’t know was humanly possible, she knew he wouldn’t lie to her. She felt it in her soul he was telling the truth.

“I believe you.” Her voice was soft, even in this terrifying moment, she still found a way to calm him with a gentle smile even as she was being held by the throat.

But that was all taken away when he saw the pointed end of the pruning stick going through her. A guttural roar that escaped him was animalistic, loud enough that surely the entirety of the TVA heard it. Her body was thrown to the ground by D-90, and it took every Minute Men in the room to hold Mobius back from Renslayer. That was it, his whole future ripped away from him right before his eyes, and he didn’t even get to tell her every secret feeling he held for her. No promises of the future they could have together without the TVA. There was nothing left.

He didn’t even hear Renslayer telling one of the Minute Men to prune him through his weeping, and before he knew it, a searing pain took over him.

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thearmyprof · 11 months

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Endless Sea, but the water is warm here Ch. 8

Rating: E

Pairing: Yoongi/Original Character

Word count: 6174

Chapters: 8/?

Genre: Modern Fantasy!AU, Idol!AU, Canon Divergent,

Warnings: NSFW, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Explicit Sexual Content

Overview post: https://at.tumblr.com/thearmyprof/endless-sea-but-the-water-is-warm-here/h8ruhjcuzs62

Summary:

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45497923

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CHAPTER EIGHT.

Eunha picks up a heavy rock, a little too large for her fist and throws it overhand past the small waves lapping at the rocky shore. It makes a satisfying plopping sound as it hits the water’s surface.

“Did you see that?” the boy calls out from several paces down the rocky shore. “I think it bounced like seven times before it sank!”

“Good job, Dan,” Eunha says with a smile.

The boy runs over to her, brilliant smile across his face. He pulls her to him with one arm around her shoulder.

“What’s up, E? You’re so grumpy today,” Daniel frowns down at her. “What’s going on?”

Eunha shrugs, keeping her eyes out on the grey horizon. It’s not a true muted grey, like the other expanse of water she’s had the displeasure of seeing, but a beautiful, multidimensional grey mixed with blues. The cold wind whips up around them, enveloping them in the salty smell of the ocean.

“What if we just stayed here?” she asks, eyes still trained on distant sea and sky. “Just got a little house and stayed here together?”

“Middle of nowhere Oregon coast? Sure! Sounds good to me,” Daniel replies. “We could open an ice cream parlor. Maybe we can trick the dumber tourists into thinking this is the Twilight town.”

Despite her melancholy, Eunha snorts out a laugh. “It’s fucking freezing, Dan. Ice cream? Really?”

“Well, maybe hot chocolate when it’s cold out. Ice cream for the tourists in the summer?”

“So, a hot chocolate parlor for ten months of the year and an ice cream parlor for two?” Eunha says as she grins.

“Now you’re talking,” Dan says. “But why are we suddenly moving to the beach?”

Eunha’s smile fades and she lets out a sigh. After a pause to watch a blue heron fly overhead, she says, “My uncle just came back from Korea. My parents want me to go to school in Portland and apprentice with him.

She kicks at a rock that rolls haphazardly to the surf, but never makes it. The young man squeezes her shoulder tighter.

“I never asked for this,” Eunha says with a strangled voice. “I never fucking asked for this shit.”

“I know,” Dan says quietly. “We’ll figure it out. We’ll both be 18 soon and graduated and fuck ‘em. Right?”

“Right,” Eunha chokes out with an aborted sob. She takes a deep breath and releases it slowly. “Fuck them. Just because it’s in my blood does not mean I have to follow them.”

“Fuck yes, that’s right. First step, graduation. Second step, Seoul. We’re young and we’ve got the whole world at our feet,” Dan says with a manic grin on his face. “Your dreams are going to come true. I can’t wait to be there with you when they do.”

Eunha wakes with a startled cry as the memory-turned-dream still echoes in her head. She immediately bites down on her lip to keep more sounds from waking the rest of the house. She looks down in the dim light to see Mina sleeping peacefully. Eunha lets out a sigh of relief. Mina is safe. That’s all that matters.

If she looks back on the past week, it comes to her in snapshots. Oddly still images, the movement slightly blurred. Yoongi orchestrating her discharge from the hospital. Eunha spending the rest of the day snuggled up next to Mina, whispering assurances and checking the girl over as if she were the one that had disappeared. Seeing her box of belongings sent from Rancid House. Knowing she’s been fired for being abducted. Knowing this as soon as her eyes landed on her things. Not feeling anything about it at all.

Not feeling much of anything at all.

After a day of watching movies and reading books in the living room, Eunha says she’s ready to talk. Yoongi brings in his head of security, Kim Minkyu, to sit down with Eunha to get every detail she could remember of her abductors, the club, and anything else that would help him keep everyone safe. She glosses over some of her own magical abilities, leaving her escape up to more coincidence and luck than anything else, which, if she’s honest, is fairly true. She also avoids mention of the Sidhe in Incheon or any other supernatural connections.

Upon her insistence, Yoongi sits with her for the entire conversation with Kim Minkyu. His jaw clenching and his nails digging crescents into his palms as he listened to everything that Eunha went through. Eunha, on the other hand, remains stoic and emotionless. Possibly that makes Yoongi even more furious at the situation. Despite his internal agony, he keeps his thoughts and emotions to himself, letting himself be a rock for Eunha to lean against.

Eunha also remembers at one point during the week, Yoongi and one of Yoongi’s lawyers filing an extensive grievance against the hospital for the way the staff conducted themselves around her. She had been reluctant but the lawyer made some very convincing points about accountability and the other patients that will eventually land themselves with the same awful staff. Mostly she went along with it because it took more energy to fight it than not. Mostly she just did not care to feel anything about it at all.

The week had been a lot. Eunha feels a little bit lost, as if floating outside herself, and very exhausted.

Still reeling from the dream of another seaside from a lifetime ago, Eunha slides carefully out from under the covers, biting her tongue as the pain in her rib radiates through her chest. The more superficial wounds had healed, but the rib would take weeks, the doctor said. Eunha gingerly clutches her side as she makes her way to the bathroom.

After splashing water on her face, she shuffles out to the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. The silent clock on the wall says it’s 4 in the morning, as she leans against the counter squinting at it while the water heats up.

“Can’t sleep?” Yoongi’s scratchy voice sounds too loud in the otherwise quiet house.

Eunha grips her own arms where they are crossed against her chest, trying not to show how startled she is. She shakes her head in reply. After a breath she asks, “Tea?”

“Please,” Yoongi murmurs and sits down on one of the stools at the counter.

Eunha glances at him. He’s in an oversized white tee and his dark hair is sticking up in odd places. What’s most alarming to her are the dark circles under his eyes.

“Are you okay, Yoongi?” she asks.

He gives a half-hearted grunt in reply.

Eunha gets two mugs out of the cupboard along with some calming tea. She lets the silence blanket them while the water begins to boil.

Once the tea is steeping in the cups and she’s leaning against the counter again, she says, “Shall I distract you with a story?”

Yoongi eyes widen in what she thinks must be veiled surprise. Eventually, he replies, “Sure.”

“When I was a teenager. My best friend and I would take these trips out to the coast. To the beach. There was a campground that almost no one, but locals knew about. I don’t remember how Dan found it in the first place, but he was good with stuff like that. Finding hidden gems.”

Eunha pauses at that comment, realizing the deeper meaning behind it—he had found her, hadn’t he, when she was hidden.

Yoongi waits patiently, eyes curious, but otherwise his body is unmoving.

“They had these yurts. Like little one room cabins, but not nearly as nice as a cabin. Honestly, they had seen better days and probably that’s why we were able to rent them for so cheap. So, when school got to be too much or we needed to let off steam, we’d just hop in Dan’s car and drive out to stay in a yurt for the weekend.”

Eunha watches as Yoongi’s lip twitch in the beginning of a smile. She grabs the mugs and sets one down in front of him.

“Thank you,” he murmurs. After a sip, he asks, “Your parents just let you take off for the weekend like that?”

“Well, they didn’t strictly know,” Eunha laughs faintly at that. “They certainly didn’t know I was driving all the way to the coast to stay in a one room cabin with a boy.”

Yoongi quirks his eyebrow at that, taking a long sip of his tea.

“We weren’t really troublemakers though. Dan was a straight-A student. The worst thing we did on our beach weekends was hustle the local arcade out of their cute stuffed toys because they didn’t know how to stack the crane machine the right way. Made it way too easy to win the toys.”

Eunha smiles at the memory. She laughs as she says, “The stink eye that the manager of that place gave us. Dan would shove the stuffed animals into my arm, grab my hand, and whisper dramatically ‘run’ and we’d be off running back to our little yurt.”

Eunha takes a sip of tea, trying to hold onto the happiness of the memory a little longer. She says, “I don’t know why I was thinking of that all of the sudden. I had a dream about it. That’s why I woke up. Remembering those weekends on the coast. Feels like another lifetime. I guess it is almost like another lifetime.”

“Sounds fun,” Yoongi says. “Sounds like my teenage self who used to sneak out to underground rap shows and competitions.”

“Yeah,” Eunha smiles in agreement. She winces slightly when she chuckles, rib aching. “Growing up in Korea must have been so different. I feel like I had a lot of freedom, growing up in the States.”

“You grew up in the U.S.?” Yoongi asks. This time the surprise is clear on his face.

“Yeah, my parents moved us over when I was pretty young,” Eunha says. “We were living in the middle of nowhere Oregon. Very pretty, but very lonely. Dan was one of my only friends growing up. Mina was actually born there.”

“Oh,” Yoongi says as he contemplates this information.

Eunha finishes her tea and rinses her mug in the sink. When she turns back Yoongi is sipping down the last of his cup.

“Where is Dan now?” Yoongi asks as he stands to take his cup to the sink to rinse.

Eunha feels the lump in her throat and tries to swallow it down. When she trusts herself, she says, “He died. But it was a while ago now. Guess it’s been a little over 9 years.”

Yoongi is frozen at his place at the sink. After a few seconds, it’s like someone hit the “play” button and he unpauses to set the mug down on the drying rack. He turns to face Eunha and she can’t bear to look at his face when he says, “I’m really sorry, Eunha.”

Eunha just shakes her head. “It was a long time ago.”

“Sometimes that doesn’t matter. Not really,” Yoongi says softly.

Eunha shakes her head again and can feel a single tear track down her cheek. “No, sometimes it doesn’t.”

Before she knows what’s happening, Yoongi embraces her in a hug. Nothing too overpowering or intrusive, just enough to be considered a hug. His chin is lightly hooked over her shoulder, barely touching. But it’s the most friendly contact she’s had with another person who isn’t Mina in a long time. And everywhere his body is touching hers, she can feel the warm buzz settling under her skin. Instead of the frenetic feeling of life that overwhelms, she feels settled, sated. It’s almost like the resonance between his soul and her own is at such a harmony that everything feels a little bit more complete.

“You feel so alive,” Eunha whispers before her filter snaps into place.

“What?” Yoongi asks, his hands gently pressing, palms splayed, up and down her back.

“I- I can feel souls through touch,” Eunha says. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m saying all of this.”

“I want to know, if you want to tell me,” Yoongi murmurs. She can feel his warm breath along her neck, sending goosebumps rising across her skin.

Eunha swallows. She is surprised at how very much she does want to tell him. “I can feel a person’s soul, but mostly on physical contact. It can be a lot.”

Yoongi tenses and goes to pull away, but Eunha shoots her arms forward to wrap around his waist and pull him back in. She plants herself more firmly against his chest, chin tucked in, face buried at his collarbone.

“Please stay,” Eunha whispers so quietly, she’s positive Yoongi can’t actually hear her. “You make me feel safe.”

As soon as she says the words out loud, she feels like she’s plummeting off a cliff—a very tall cliff. Yoongi does make her feel safe and that’s terrifying. She’s not trusted or relied on another person, let alone allowed someone to make her feel safe, in almost a decade. Instead she has only known fear and loneliness and death. While she supposedly is the one that can tame the waters in the river of Death, she feels death follows the people in her life as if vindictive against her personally. As much as she wants to feel safe in Yoongi’s arms, to feel the beautiful resonance of their two souls, she wants to keep him safe more.

“I- I need to go check on Mina. You- you should go back to sleep. There’s still time left before the day really starts,” Eunha says as she’s pulling away from Yoongi’s embrace. “Good night, Yoongi-ssi.”

Without looking back she walks quickly down the hallway. There is an aching hole in her chest that has nothing to do with her broken rib.

Eunha stands in the shower, staring blankly at the tiled wall in front of her, letting the hot water run over her, steam clouding the room. A week passes and sleep becomes increasingly elusive. Each night, she awakens, unrested, not from reliving nightmares of the club or Park Donghyun, but of bittersweet memories of a time long past. She feels exhausted and utterly numb. She doesn’t know how long she stands in the shower, feeling nothing but the sensation of hot water massaging her tired muscles, until she finally goes through the motions of getting out, drying off, and padding back into the bedroom.

She watches moonlight track across the floor of the guest room while Mina sleeps soundly next to her. After so many nights awake in the wee hours, Eunha’s become accustomed to the silence. She’s not thinking of the dreams (nightmares) that woke her up. She’s not thinking of the tasks she needs to complete tomorrow (there are none). She’s not thinking about the fact that she’s unemployed and needs to find a job. She’s not thinking about Mina, holed away in this fancy Hannam the Hill apartment, who deserves a normal childhood. She’s not thinking of anything at all. If anything, her mind is blessedly blank—grey like the river in Death and just as calm.

The sun rises and Mina stirs. Eunha continues to sit while her daughter gets ready for the day and leaves the room, presumably to get breakfast Yoongi most likely prepared—as he has been doing every day since their arrival. Eunha ignores the goings-on around her, feeling heavy like her limbs are filled with stones. Her head is fuzzy, like it’s been stuffed with cotton, and all the thoughts she might have are too sleepy to come out.

“Eunha-ssi?” Eunha hears a voice calling her name. How long have they been calling her name?

She looks up to see Seokjin standing a little awkwardly in the doorway. Jacket on as if he just arrived or is just leaving. The hand he has leaning against the doorframe is fidgeting with the wood edging.

“I was wondering if your Mina would like to come to a birthday party for my nephew. He’s young, but some older cousins are invited. I thought it might be nice for her to play with some other kids? I thought it would be nice for her to get out of the house for a little bit,” he says, looking a little nervous.

Eunha blinks at him trying to process his words. After a moment, she asks, “Did you ask her already?”

“Oh, well, I did mention it, just to see if she was interested,” he answers. “She seemed interested?”

“Oh,” Eunha says. That’s unexpected.

“I can go with her, if you don’t want her going with hyung alone,” Yoongi chimes in as he sidles up behind Jin in the doorway. “She didn’t seem that worried about it though. You could stay and get some rest.”

“Oh,” Eunha says again.

The two men in the door watch Eunha carefully. She doesn’t notice the worried creases in their brows or their slightly downturned lips or the tension they are carrying in their shoulders.

“Okay, I mean, if she’s okay with it,” Eunha says. She thinks her voice sounds far away, but she’s pretty sure she’s the one talking. “But please go with her?”

She asks the last question directly of Yoongi, giving him a glance in the eye. She drops her gaze again as soon as she sees his quick nod of assent.

When the men leave the room again, Eunha continues staring at the floor wondering how long she’d been in the same position. Her joints creak and her head pounds as she finally moves to get up. She realizes, for the first time since the abduction, that maybe something is wrong with her. The word “depression” floats through her consciousness, but doesn’t find much to attach itself to.

Still, despite the weight in her limbs and on her chest, feeling more motivation than she’s felt since fleeing the rooftop apartment, Eunha showers and changes into fresh clothes. Then she retrieves her haegeum case from the corner where she’d stashed all the things Yoongi had rescued from Rancid House. She looks around the room and decides on the spot of carpeting that is currently bathed in afternoon sunlight.

Sitting cross-legged, she opens the instrument case and runs her fingers lovingly across the picture tucked into the pocket. Then she pulls out the haegeum and bow, tightening the strings, thinking of the symbols she wants to use first. She pauses for only a moment and then bends over to grab a pen out of the haegeum case as well.

Knowing how well spelled and protected the apartment building is, Eunha does not waste too much energy on the protective spell around her own body. It’s only there as a precaution and as a warning to any other apartment occupants not to accidentally disturb her. Then she pulls the symbols for warmth, entangling them with the sunlight already present around her body. Strengthening the natural environment is easier than conjuring something from scratch. This type of heat, too, should help carry her as far as she needs to go in the river—much further than her latest jaunts into death.

Before she steps into death, she visualizes the symbols for messages, light, and connection, with a drawn out note on her haegeum. A small paper lantern appears in front of her lap. Taking the pen, she writes a small prayer on the outer paper of the lantern and then tucks it to herself, careful not to rip the delicate construction.

The river is cold, but the sun-strengthened warmth that encases her body helps fight off the frigidness. Eunha allows herself a moment to get her bearings. She lets herself do something she hasn’t in over a decade. She shuts her eyes, feeling out with her senses, the terrain under the water, trying to triangulate her location. Once she has a good idea of where she is, she makes sure her haegeum and bow are secure in one hand and the delicate lantern is secure in the other. She slowly steps forward, feet finding their way on well worn paths beneath the tricky water’s surface. While she might fight the memories of her training in the ways of death, her body remembers. So, she walks, carefully but confidently, further into death.

Yoongi already regrets letting Seokjin-hyung convince him to take Mina to this birthday party. It’s chaos. There are children from infant to pre-teen running around everywhere, seemingly hopped up on candy, cake, and excitement. He and Mina stand, his hands resting protectively on Mina’s tense, tiny shoulders in front of him, and watch as children run past screaming.

A middle-aged woman, wearing a green apron and looking considerably overwhelmed, walks by. She pauses at the two strange statue-like people in the front hallway.

“Come on it, no need to stand at the door,” she says and waves the two into the home. “There are drinks in the kitchen.”

There’s a look of faint amusement on her face as Yoongi startles, realizing they are being somewhat rude. He remains speechless, though, as another (or is it the same and they are just running in circles?) gaggle of children run by screaming.

The woman chuckles to herself and says, “Once you settle your daughter, the adults are all in the dining room. They are going to do cake in about a half an hour.”

Trying to process what the woman is saying with chaos continually erupting around them, his brain also catches the fact that this stranger had assumed Mina is his daughter. His body reacts first, flushing hot in embarrassment. He can feel the blush blossoming across his skin all the way to his ears. He’s thankful for the bucket hat pulled snugly over his head and the mask on his face.

He glances down at Mina now, checking to make sure she’s not too uncomfortable. She’s standing directly in front of him, back plastered to his legs. His large hands are still draped carefully on her shoulders. She doesn’t seem to be listening to the woman at all, but focusing on the chaos swirling around them.

What Yoongi asks out loud, when he finally realizes he should be conversing instead of staring, the horror clear in his tone, “You mean these children haven’t even had cake yet?”

“No, of course not,” the woman answers curtly, completely missing the tone of Yoongi’s question. Before she can continue talking to Yoongi, something catches her eye from the other room. She yells, “Oh Minho, put that down this instant. I will call your mother!”

She storms off without a backward glance to dumbstruck pair in the front hall. After a few moments of standing frozen, Yoongi moves to kneel in front of Mina, hands still comfortingly grasping her shoulders. He doesn’t know if it’s for her comfort or his.

“Mina-yah, if this is too much, we can go home, okay?” Yoongi looks into the little girl’s face to see if he could read how she’s feeling.

She looks at him distractedly, eyes flickering back and forth between his face and the chaos swirling outside their little bubble.

“Mina-yah?” Yoongi tries again. “Do you want to go?”

She gives a small, quick shake of her head and takes a step closer to Yoongi.

“You want to stay?” he asks, trying to keep the surprise out of his voice.

Mina nods one quick nod, but otherwise remains still.

“Okay,” he says as he gives a squeeze to her shoulders. “How about we stick together for a bit?”

Another quick nod from the girl and Yoongi stands slowly. He relinquishes her shoulders to face the maelstrom within the apartment.

They find a semi-quiet corner to sequester themselves in. Mina sits, nestled up against Yoongi’s side as if he will disappear if Mina loses physical contact, and watches the children run around. Yoongi is scrolling through his phone, perfectly content to spend the entire party just like this. Fate and busybody mothers, it seems, feel he need not be left in peace.

A group of women, perhaps a decade older than himself, gravitate toward him from wherever they had been previously, clearly drawn to the new face in the crowd.

“Who do we have here?” one of the women asks.

Yoongi looks up from his phone to see the women, five of them, and all pretty, put together in a bougie Seoul-elite way, and all staring at the awkward pair of wallflowers. He can’t tell who spoke as they ring around him, so he doesn’t know who to address, which is just as well since he doesn’t really want to respond anyway.

“I think they came with Seokjin-ah, dear boy,” a woman with platinum blonde hair says.

Another one of them titters and says, “Hyorin, you sound like such an ahjumma. Seokjinnie-ah is not that much younger than us. Are you Seokjin’s friend?”

All the women turn to face Yoongi expectantly. Yoongi swallows. He says with a small bow, “Uh, yes, nice to meet you. I’m just escorting the daughter of a family friend today.”

He winces to himself internally when he realizes he’s thrown Mina under the bus a bit, but she doesn’t seem to mind. When he glances at her, she doesn’t even seem to be paying attention to the now-gawking women at all, but rather watching further into the room as children continue to run around screaming.

“Did you want to go and play?” Yoongi murmurs to her. A quick shake of her head lets him know they will probably be sitting here for a bit longer.

The women soon give up trying to converse with Yoongi and Mina once they realize one is only going to give them single word answers and the other doesn’t speak at all. However, much to Yoongi’s dismay, they don’t leave either, but instead stay floating around the quiet pair gossiping amongst themselves. He does realize at some point one of them actually recognizes him and somehow telepathically relays that information to the rest of the group because, while they don’t pry, they do seem very keen on keeping him a part of the conversation.

“Did you hear about Counselman Yong Songjin?” the blonde woman asks, leaning in as if worried about being overheard.

A couple of the women nod and they all look solemn as if someone had died.

“You mean that young, good looking one?” another woman answers eventually. “The one with the video scandal?”

“Yes, that’s the one!” a different woman replies.

The blonde nods and says, “Some are saying they want to hold an emergency election and have him removed.”

She leans even further in and all the other women follow suit, creating a tight wall of bodies around Yoongi and Mina. Yoongi shifts uncomfortably at their proximity and regrets leaving his bodyguard in the car.

“Mental illness,” the blonde whispers. “That’s what they’re saying.”

The women let out surprised gasps. Yoongi works hard to not roll his eyes at the dramatic scene.

“But he’s so young,” someone says.

“And handsome,” another says.

The women titter. As if the mental stability of a government official is some light-hearted joke.

“What scandal?” Yoongi hears himself say out loud. He immediately clamps his jaw shut with a click. He is not interested in participating in this farce of a conversation.

More gasps from the women, this time at his horrifying ignorance of current events.

The blonde is the one that gives him a pitying look before explaining, “Counselman Yong Songjin has been going around saying that vampire and magic are real. And not only real, but happening all around us.”

“Of course vampires are real, Hyorin-ssi,” another woman says. “Just because that sort of thing doesn’t happen around here, doesn’t mean it’s not real. No, what Counselman Yong is saying is that vampires are in control of everything. He’s saying they control the banks, the businesses, the government.”

A couple of the women shudder.

“Soyeon-ssi, not so loud,” the blonde says. Then her eyes flicker down to Mina, as if remembering there is a child present. “Let’s not speak of such taboo things now. If the Counselman is correct, then I hope he does as he says and steps up to fix things. We can just have magicians and vampires running around the nicer parts of Seoul unchecked, now can we?”

“You don’t think this is a ploy for the next election, do you?” one of the other women says.

“Well, he’s handsome enough for my vote, crazy or not,” the blonde retorts, giggling. The other women respond with their own conspiratorial giggles.

Yoongi’s brow furrows as he thinks about what he just learned. Granted, he’s been a bit distracted the last few weeks and not been keeping up with current news. He files the conversation away for now, and mentally reminds himself to look up more about this counselman later.

Suddenly, the woman in the green apron that had talked to Yoongi and Mina in the front hallway appears, shoving her way between two of the women. She looks around, suspiciously, and then says, “We’re going to light the candles on the cake now. Come sing.”

All the women disperse immediately, excited at the birthday party’s progress. Yoongi stands up, grumbling under his breath about how the children at this party certainly did not need any more sugar. He reaches down and takes Mina’s hand in his. She sticks close to his leg as they follow the gaggle of tittering gossips to the cake.

The waters of death can be quite tricky. When one looks out on the river, their eyes meet an expansive grey plane, as if looking on the largest and calmest of oceans. However, any good traveler in death knows this is an illusion. The river itself has many currents that pull a wanderer this way and that. And the ground under one’s feet is not a flat riverbed, but rather a terrain all its own with elevation gains and losses and treacherous cliffs. The river at the entryway to death is shallow, flat, and calm. The deeper into death one walks, the more perilous the path becomes.

Eunha doesn’t know how long she’s been walking for. Time also loses much of its meaning in death. Here, time is slippery and doesn’t match the plane of the living. Here, everything is hazardous.

She trudges forward, slowly and carefully, feeling for a sure footing with each step. While her body propels her further down her path by rote memory, the river is also eager for her to continue, not putting up much of a fight as she walks. If anything, the waters seem to playfully pull and tug at her body, urging her on, urging her to be faster.

She doesn’t give into that playfulness, though. She knows to keep her guard up. One wrong move and she can slip. Once under the water, it would surely pull her along further faster than she wants. She’s not ready for that journey yet.

The further Eunha travels on, the colder the water becomes around her. The depth has water lapping at her waist as she walks and she’s glad for the extra-strength warming spell she cast before she entered the river. Even with it warming her corporeal body, the iciness of the water is starting to numb her lower half.

Finally, she reaches the spot she’s been looking for. To the untrained eye, nothing looks different about this spot in the river. If not for the water being waist deep, this could be the entrance of the river. However, Eunha feels the insistent tug here and feels the bend in the path at her feet. She’s come to the first gateway in the river.

The gateways, like the river itself, can be tricky to travelers. They are meant to be the passageways, seven in total, that the dead pass through on their final journey. As they are carried along by the river, the gateways signify the distance the soul has from their previous life. Souls trying to come back to life must be incredibly strong to pass back through the gateways upriver. Each gateway holding its own traps and deceptions to prevent such malfeasance.

The air here is different, too, not the stale nothingness that the river has smelled of thus far. The air has hints of dark and damp, an earthy and loamy scent. Despite the smell and the almost-frantic pull of the current, the gateway is soundless—the embodiment of a deathly silence.

For what Eunha is about to do, she knows she needs to be at least to the first gateway. She hopes this is far enough for what she’s planning. She’s not come prepared to travel further than this today.

Haegeum and bow still held tight in one hand, Eunha holds the paper lantern in front of her face. She squints at it to make sure no harm came to it while she was traversing the river. Happy that it is still intact, she sets it gently on the surface of the water.

She bends over to get closer to the floating lantern, bobbing softly in the current. She imagines the symbols for summoning, visitation, and smooth sailing. After taking in a deep breath, Eunha lets out a hum and blows on the lantern. A small flame flickers to life inside of it and it sets off on the course made by her breath.

She straightens up and watches the lantern float away past the gateway and out onto the horizon of the river. She repeats the prayer she had written on the outside of the lantern’s paper to herself as she watches it go.

Only when the lantern and its faint glowing light are no longer visible against the monotonous landscape does Eunha allow herself to think. The first thing she thinks is to question whether she should be doing this. She doesn’t let the thought plague her for long. Instead, she turns her attention to the heavy feeling inside of her, the numbness of emotion that’s overtaken her the last couple of weeks. Something is wrong, she knows it. However, that worry doesn’t spark the anxiety she thinks it should. That thought in and of itself is worrying. Still, it’s a worry that feels distant and apart from her.

Everything below her waist slowly goes numb. She thinks she should be worrying about that too. If her legs and feet are numb, it’s going to be harder, more treacherous, on her way back to the doorway home. She can’t do anything about that now, though. She’s already used the lantern. She knows to turn back before it has had its effect will be a waste, with the lantern’s limited uses. Plus, she rationalizes to herself, if she doesn’t stay to make sure the lantern has worked the way it is supposed to, she won’t know what other accidental souls might be summoned.

Mostly, thought, she just doesn’t feel enough to care. She knows she should be preserving her life. There are reasons to be home. Mina. Her music. Yoongi. But she doesn’t feel much of anything at all. Only a logical, disconnected voice in her head, telling her she will want to be alive later when emotion returns, keeps her from letting go entirely where she stands.

Before long she can see the shimmer of a figure approaching on what appears to be the horizon of the water. The shimmer is faint, the greyness infusing the person, as happens to all souls who reside here. At first, the shimmer is faint and Eunha has to squint to see it. But soon, the figure is getting closer, making their way up the river.

They aren’t walking, but rather floating along the surface, as if their feet are made of light buoys under the water. They bob and float, rather than walk like a corporeal body would. The stillness of the water helps them traverse the space quickly.

In what feels like a blink of an eye, the person—or rather, soul of a person—is before Eunha. They are all grey and blurry, edges all undefined. The waters of death have eroded away this soul as it does all souls who come here, until they are simply part of the river again, ready to be poured out again in life.

Eunha smiles at the floating soul in front of her, not really able to make out recognizable shapes or patterns of the person they used to be. But their vibrations she recognizes. Their soul she is intimately familiar with. Even though the soul doesn’t have a discernible face, she feels them returning her smile.

However, when the soul comes to a floating stop in front of her and speaks, the voice is the same as it has always been. Waves of nostalgia and longing run through Eunha’s body as she hears the familiar, “What’s up, E?”

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