#we wont meet the rest of the pack but this should give you an idea the state theyre in

[n1k1tty]

keep it on the down low - nishimura riki

╰─ ever since you were selected as riki’s next partner for his upcoming dance collab, you may or may not have developed feelings for each other. but despite their companies not really supporting dating in their idol's careers, both riki and y/n tried to keep it on the down low. key word: tried

pairings: idol! riki x idol! reader

genre: fluff

It was around 2 am in the morning when you and Riki decided to stay for a little bit more to finish up the first part of the song.

"1 2 3 4, 5 6 7 8" Riki counts as you both move in sync, he smiles at your worn out figure laying down on the ground "tired? we can wrap this up if you want to"

He sits down next to you, handing you his cup of cold water. Your mind secretly going on frantic over his little gesture "Let's just finish this last part and i'm heading home- unless you're tired too-" you sip the water, sitting up.

"-Nah, nah i'm not tired yet" He shakes his head. crap, did that sound too desperate? Riki asks himself, trying his best to not make it seem like he was avoiding your gaze

"Alright then, 2:30 we'll leave" You say, walking towards the table as you place the cup. Riki seriously didn't know how calm and collected you were especially with just the two of you alone, together. No managers, no members, nada.

You start playing the music, feeling yourself getting more exhausted each minute that passed by. Sloppily moving your body with the rhythm. Of course that didn't go unnoticed by Riki.

As the song ended, you both face each other. It was a part of the dance, but your face being barely an inch from Riki's wasn't. You both froze, not knowing what to do. Well, facing a different way was another solution, but neither of you wanted to do that, let's be honest.

At this moment, Riki didn't give a shit.

He grabbed you by the waist, faces inching closer by the second. But before your lips could touch—

“This one is for the boys with the boomin syst— Riki? Y/n?” Heeseung takes a second to blink, eyes refusing to see what he was seeing “I uh, I gotta go. My manager is asking if i’m at home. See you Riki, Bye Heeseung” You hurriedly pack your things, face red from embarrassment and the thought of you and Riki almost kissing.

“Hyung— I can explain—“ Riki walks towards him, trying to grab his hand “—Riki calm down, I wont tell” Heeseung chuckles, patting Riki’s bag “If you don’t know where my airpods are, then go walk her home. She’s not supposed to be out at this hour alone. I’ll take your stuff back to the dorm aight?”

“Oh gosh” you groaned, dragging your feet as you rethink what had happened “What should I do?” You pull your hair.

Just as you were about to turn to the corner you hear him call your name ‘No Riki! This is not the time!’ you panicked, but just before you could act as if you didn’t hear him, he taps you by the shoulder “Riki, just what the hell are you thinking chasing me right at this hour!?” You whisper-yell at him “I was just worried about you walking home at 3 am. Your company sucks for not getting you a driver”

“No I told them I could walk home” You chuckle, in Riki’s eyes you seemed so bothered. Noticing the way you dragged your feet and messy hair “Everything okay?” He asked, facing you

“Riki we’re doomed! Heeseung knows, and maybe dispatch is somewhere out there already taking pictures of us at this mome—”

He giggles “So what?” You gasp, mouth open. You seriously couldn’t believe this kid.

“So what?! Ugh, why do I even put up with you” facepalming as you groan

“Heeseung hyung said he wouldn’t tell, and I don’t care about dispatch, engenes know how close we are and does your fans. They’ll think this is a friendly gesture” Riki reassures you as he looked at the stars, finding peace within your presence.

“So don’t worry okay? Everything will be alright. And if they ever suspect anything, I’ll try to find a way to get us out of it” He stops by your doorstep “Well, this is your dorm, good night y/n—”

Without a thought running through your mind, you pecked Riki Nishimura. Immediately trying to unlock the door “Good night Riki” You smile, squealing once you closed it “I saw that” Ningning smirks. There goes your money.

—

It was the following week after your collaboration with Riki was released and so far everything was going great. Both your fans really liked the content you both made, appreciating your talents and especially loved your ‘friendship’

Riki was right, everything was going to be alright. No dispatch and no suspicions from the fans and both companies.

And ever since that night, you and Riki had decided to make it official. Both agreeing to keep it a secret for now until you were both ready.

Thankfully the fans recognized the playful personalities and cherished your friendship, making videos like “Y/n and Riki being chaotic in their (collab) behind” and “Riki and Y/n being the best friends everyone would want” Of course, your companies noticed the sudden increase of popularity for both groups and proposed an idea of having each other in shows, and other things that could possibly make you interact more. Almost immediately, you both were very supportive of the idea and agreed to do more shows.

—

You guys had an episode to go to the beach with the other Enhypen members. As you were filming the things that you were packing, Riki knocks on your door “Oh? Riki came~” you cooed, smiling at the sight of his head peaking through the door “Y/n! You’re packing more than necessary” He laughs, looking at the big pile of folded clothes.

After a few minutes, you decided to stop filming. Immediately throwing yourself into Riki’s arms “Are you excited?” you asked, rubbing circles on his back “not really— I mean yeah i kinda am but what if the other members—”

He pouts at the sound of you laughing “No ones gonna steal me Nishimura Riki. If that’s what you’re worried about” you squished his cheeks

“Now help me pick which swim suit I should wear”

“Okay :D” He gladly says, sitting patiently as you start gathering the options.

So far, filming with enhypen was fun, you got to play games in the pool, grill meat, answering mini interviews the other members held, you enjoyed it all.

Of course the trip wouldn’t be complete without you and Riki flirting with each other once in a while. Which caught both your fans attention, posting overly suspicious interactions between you and Riki. Leaving comments like “act surprised when they reveal that they’re dating” and “OKAY CAN WE TALK ABOUT: Y/n casually wrapping her arms around Riki’s neck while just staring at each other in today’s behind” all around twitter.

Jungwon being active on all social media platforms didn’t help either, resulting to him realizing that you and Riki were more than just friends. Soon enough the other members figure it out as well, silently sitting back and enjoying you both so oblivious towards the fact that everyone knew.

Meanwhile, you and Riki thought you were doing an excellent job at keeping it a secret. While resting on the same bed watching a movie, your manager barges in, shoving the phone into both your faces “Nishimura Riki, care to explain?”

A screenshot of Dispatch tweeting about your guy’s relationship is trending on twitter, following a few screenshots of fans posting about your relationship.

Your heart drops

His manager chuckled, “I already knew. Just came to tell you CEO Bang supports it and would like to have a meeting about confirming it”

Long story short, you both did agree to publicize your relationship and was extremely happy to hear that the fans supported you both

yall, i dont rlly like how i wrote this :( but i rlly missed posting so…. I SWEAR ILL MAKE BETTER ONES. i just need to find my motivation to do so :)

#enhypen #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen x reader fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen riki #riki fluff #enhypen niki #niki fluff #enhypen niki fluff #n1k1tty: riki m.list !

[waiting-for-motivation]

loyalty

summary: The mission to the prison with a rather fraudulent group, shows Din that family means love and loyalty.

pairings: Din Djarin x Reader

warnings: chapter six (!?), angst, blood, fluff

words: 1848

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

“I told you this was a bad idea, Din. It wasn‘t part of the plan that they would ever set a foot inside our ship. They could see the child and I don‘t want to know what they would do to him“, the female whisper yells and turns to the little foundling sitting in his makeshift cot. The Mandalorian behind her sighs because he knows that she is right. It‘s too dangerous but they are already in hyper-space.

“I understand you worry, cyar‘ika. But we need the credits“, the armed warrior says and places a gloved hand on her cheek. (Y/n) looks up with the shimmer of tears in her eyes.

Before Din can say anything to calm her down, the door slides open and Mayfeld stands in the door frame.

“I heard you whispering in here but I would have never imagined in my dreams that you would meet up with your little girlfriend“, the man says and grins at (Y/n) which makes her feel uncomfortable. Nevertheless, she doesn‘t show her distress, only staring at the man and the two other people behind him. Xi‘an and Burg followed their leader as soon as they heard him talking to Mando.

“What is that, like a pet or something?“, Mayfeld asks and takes a few steps forward, now standing directly in front of (Y/n) who is trying to protect the child.

“Yeah, something like that“, Din says before his love can say anything else. Just like her, he is trying to protect his foundling.

“Didn‘t take you for the type“, Xi‘an says as she enters the small room which is now filled with people. Burg wouldn‘t even fit in if he would be smaller. The female Twi‘lek lets her gaze wander from the Mandalorian to the child and finally to his girlfriend.

“Maybe that code of yours has made you soft and weak“, the Twi‘lek adds without taking her eyes off the female in front of her. She smiles at (Y/n) and shows her sharp teeth.

Mayfeld manages to push past Din and (Y/n), picking up the child. Immediately, the females stomach feels as if she needs to throw up. This bastard shouldn‘t touch her son.

After a few more mean glances they leave the small room. Mayfeld presses the child to his chest.

Outside Burg is stopping Mando and starts growling at him like a hungry wolf. Both look like they want to kill each other.

“Hey! Okay. Okay. Okay. I get it. I‘m a little particular about my personal space too. So, let‘s just do this job. We get in, we get out, and you don‘t have to see our faces anymore“, Mayfeld tries to calm the two warriors down while he sways the child in his arms. (Y/n) stays next to the strange and probably dangerous man because she fears he might hurt the child.

The group starts talking about Mandalorians and Xi‘an even starts to slightly flirt with Din. Although (Y/n) doesn‘t like that, her eyes stay focused on the child.

“He never takes off the helmet?“, Mayfeld asks and that‘s when (Y/n) looks up because she knows what will follow. Din will need her more the next few minutes than the child. “I wonder what you look like under.“

Slowly, (Y/n) walks towards her boyfriend and the huge red man next to him. Mayfeld starts to push the Mandalorian to show them just a glimpse of his face. Burg takes a step closer to the couple but the moment he raises his hand to try lifting up Dins helmet, (Y/n) punches him right in the face. Then she presses a knife to his throat.

“If I were you, I would sit down and leave us alone, asshole“, she growls and presses the knife harder against his red throat, making it bleed a bit.

“Wow, Mando. If you ever have enough of her sometime, I would happily spend a night with this lady“, Mayfeld says with a grin on his lips but the smile fades the moment a knife bores into the wall next to his head.

“Shut up“, (Y/n) says and takes the child from his grasp. She has enough of these strange people.

“Dropping out of hyperspace now“, a mechanic voice says and the next moment the whole ship starts to shake. Din runs towards his family, holding (Y/n) and the child in her arms against his chest, so that they wont fall.

Then it‘s time for the group to leave for the prison. One by one they jump through the hole in the floor.

Din is the last and turns towards his girlfriend and child. He places a hand on (Y/n)s cheek and takes a deep breathe.

“I‘ll be back“, he says with a soft voice.

“I know. Otherwise, I would have to get you“, (Y/n) says with a smile on her lips even though she feels anything but happy right now. She doesn‘t trust those people.

“I don‘t trust this droid. Lock yourself somewhere, okay?“, the mandalorian warrior tells her and caresses the childs ear before jumping down the opening.

It‘s ten minutes later when (Y/n)s bad feeling gets worse and the com-link in her pocket start beeping. She can‘t hear the mandalorians voice but is sure that Din must be in some sort of danger. Hesitantly, she leaves her hideout and places the child on the cot, looking at him with worry in her (e/c) eyes.

“I will be back. I promise! And Din will be with me, okay?“, she tells the child and hopes that she isn‘t lying to him. The child cooes before the door slides closed and (Y/n) jumps through the hole in the floor inside the prison.

Fortunately, she finds the mandalorian warrior quiet easily and quickly through the com-link. He is currently fighting a droid while he is inside one of those cells. When the droid falls to the ground, (Y/n) takes his arm and opens the door. To her own surprise, Din wraps his arms around her and gives her the most heart-warming hug she ever received.

“What happened?“, she ask confused still in his arms and her face pressed against his beskar armor. The mandalorian places his hands on her shoulders and they part but are still close enough.

“They betrayed me. The prisoner we freed, was Xi‘ans brother. It was kind of my fault he got imprisoned“, Din explains and lets one of his hands wander to the females cheeks. His gloved thumb caresses her skin. Then he realizes they should go back to the ship, at least (Y/n) should go back to the ship, so he takes her hand and they walk through the corridors.

“I‘ll stay here until I got all four of them. But you have to go back to the crest. The child needs you and you have to kill that droid“, Din tells his girlfriend as they enter the control room. From here he can help (Y/n) get through the prison without meeting anyone. He pushes some buttons and then turns back to her.

“You have to go now, cyar‘ika“, the mandalorian man whispers and sees the distress in his loves eyes. She takes a step closer to him and leans her forehead against his helmet. It‘s their replacement for a real kiss. It‘s their way of telling that they love each other.

After a few seconds (Y/n) leaves the control room and runs through corridors and to their ship. She climbs the ladder and what awaits her in the ship, takes her breath away.

While the child is hiding behind a box, the droid is holding a blaster and obviously looking for him. Immediately, (Y/n) takes her own blaster and shoots at the droid. He falls to floor, fuming like a fire.

Unfortunately, the droid could shoot too and injured the females left side. She falls forward but can catch herself with one arm. Then she crawls to the next wall and leans against it while she presses one of her hands against the injury.

The child waddles towards his mother and raises his hand to help her with the force, but (Y/n) takes his hand in one of hers.

“No. Don‘t use your strange magic trick. I don‘t want you to sleep the next three days. If you want to help me, get me bacta-spray and a medi-pack. It‘s right over there“, the female whispers weakly and rests her head on the box next to her.

For a few minutes her whole body is filled with pain and she almost can‘t keep her eyes open but then she sees the child with everything she needs and finds new hope. Slowly, she uses the bacta-spray and feels how her injury hurts less. Then she presses a patch to her side and sighs.

Right in that moment where (Y/n) lays there almost lifeless with closed eyes because she is relieved she could treat her own wound, Din returns. He widens his eyes and rushes to his girlfriend, taking her face in his hands. (Y/n) blinks at him and smiles.

“Cyar‘ika“, he says relieved but still looks at the patch on her side. At least, both of her hands are bloody. But it looks like she already did what he would have done.

A Twi‘lek comes inside the crest but Din ignores him and carries his girlfriend in their shared room, laying her on the cot and covering her with a blanket. The child follows him and clambers the bed, watching his mother. (Y/n) falls asleep.

Not before Din comes back, the Twi‘lek long gone and the razor crest in the safety of hyper-space, does the female wake up. She feels much better now, the bacta-spray worked.

“How do you feel?“, Din asks and helps (Y/n) sit up in bed even though she could do this alone by now.

“Much better. What about you? Any injuries I need to worry about?“, (Y/n) asks with a smile on her lips and looks Din up and down but sees no blood on him.

“I already took care of that“, he tells her and places one of his hands at the back of her neck. (Y/n) can feel his skin which means he must have taken off his gloves.

“We should take a hot shower after this terrible day“, the female suggests. Din nods and takes her hand. Together they go inside their little bathroom. The Mandalorian helps his love out of her clothes and inside the shower. It‘s routine by now. (Y/n) will wait facing the wall until the lights go out and Din joins her in the shower without his helmet.

The warm water runs over their bodies. It‘s one of those rare moment in which they can be as close as any other couple. They can feel the others skin and feel their lips press soft kisses wherever they can reach.

Time in the hot shower is cut short because the crest hasn‘t enough hot water for longer sessions. That‘s why Din and (Y/n) honor these moments. Din helps his love wash her hair while (Y/n) starts massaging his sore muscles.

They can be a normal couple in there.

#din djarin x reader #din djarin #din djarin imagine #din djarin one shot #din djarin oneshot #din djarin x y/n #din djarin x you #din djarin fluff #din djarin angst #the mandalorian #mando x reader #mando imagine #pedro pascal #star wars #baby yoda #the child #the mandalorian chapter 6

[ellohcee]

Call Me

Okay so I want to throw this little bit out into the universe of one of my favorite instances of Jasper I've written. Context: He's a host for a dinky late night radio show and he has like... 10-15 listeners max and David is one of them, a college student who Can’t Sleep even between classes and his job, so he’s up late late listening to Jasper’s show. He calls in sometimes because Jasper is always offering advice and encouraging people to call in and chat, specifically about LGBTQ topics and David finds comfort and encouragement in their chats. They’ve been talking for a while but he still goes by the name Red. 

- - - -

“Alright you night owls, this next one goes out to my long lost buddy, Red.”

David looked up at the radio in surprise, his pencil stilling on the page.

“It’s been a while since we’ve heard from ya and we miss you dude. And I’m gonna get hella gay up in here, but that’s on brand for me, I miss you.”

David’s breath caught in his throat painfully, his heart hammering.

“So I hope you catch this, give us a call, let me know how you’re doing buddy I’m dyin’ here, don’t leave me hanging. Cause I’ve got a question for you and you wont know what until you gimme a ring. Yes I’m gonna be that guy. So call. Please.”

The music picked back up, and true to Jasper’s word, Blondie’s Call Me started playing.

The pencil had slipped from his fingers without realizing as David tried to decipher all of that, especially that last, sincere please. Jasper missed his calls? Maybe he was just worried because David had dropped off so suddenly. It had just been too nerve wracking once he realized he was crushing on the radio host. But what could Jasper possibly want to ask him? Was it good or bad?

He was still nervous and the idea of calling in downright terrified him now, but… he at least owed it to Jasper to let him know he was alive. It must have looked bad, for him to be consistently calling about once a week and then suddenly stop with no warning, going on nearly two months of silence now. Jasper was always so nice and seemingly happy to talk to him, he must be worried. Gosh, now he had to call, he felt terrible.

David had to take several steadying breaths and about twenty good minutes to work up the nerve, but he managed to eventually press call, hands shaking as he listened to the phone ring.

“What’s up caller you’re live, how’s it hangin?”

“Um, hi...” he said quietly.

He heard a soft intake of air and a shuffle. “That you Red?” Jasper asked, sounding hopeful, the excited smile evident in his voice.

“Y-yes, it’s me,” David replied.

“Aw, buddy, good to hear your voice again man, I was gettin’ worried bout you.”

“I’m so sorry I- just- life, you know?” David hedged, feeling even more guilty because he couldn’t give an honest explanation.

“I feel that, it’s cool dude, it’s just good to hear from ya. I assume you heard my call out?”

David’s heart started beating faster, so, so antsy. If it weren’t for the guilt of worrying Jasper he probably wouldn’t have had the guts to call, but he could still be a wreck about it, easily. “Yes, I did. You... had a question?”

“Yeah! You don’t mind me askin’ live?”

“Um, sure, that’s fine,” David said nervously. It couldn’t be too bad if it was something Jasper could ask on air. Right?

“Sweet. So. Last we talked your rough waves from the coming out thing were settling. You found a boyfriend yet?” the radio host asked casually.

David eyebrows shot up in surprise, his face going so very red and he was so very grateful this was a phone call, not in person because that would make it ten times worse. “Um- n-no, I- I haven’t… um, no,” he stammered uselessly. Why was this the topic??

“Awesome!” Jasper said in delight, leading to an awkward pause. “Wow fuck that sounded hella mean I am so sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. Cheese and crackers, foot in mouth Jasp, good one. Anyway! I just meant because- like, stop me if this is too weird, or hang up on me, but I was wondering if I could like… take ya on a date?”

David’s heart stopped in surprise, the blush that had just started receding coming back full force. His stomach whirled in a mix of dread and excitement, trying to go one way or the other as his brain stalled for a good long moment-

“Red?”

David sucked in a breath. “Is- are you- are you serious?” he asked softly, trying to keep his voice from shaking.

“Course dude!! I wouldn’t fuck around with you like that, hell no! I’m for super serious!”

“But… we’ve- you- you don’t even know what I look like,” David stammered, trying to find reason to turn him down, but so, so desperately wanting to say yes. He felt stupid for saying it the second it left his mouth, Jasper didn’t seem at all the type to place a lot of importance on appearances.

“I don’t need to! I’m sure you’re rad as hell, but I’m not a looks guy, okay? I like your personality, and I love shootin the shit with you, and you’re super nice. That’s the kinda stuff I’m into, and if you’re hella cute, which I’m sure you are, that’s a bonus!”

David stared down at his desk for a long moment, his thoughts a mess, one hand over his mouth as he took this all in. He had to take a moment to pinch the soft skin on the inside of his arm to decide that this was really happening and he hadn’t passed out at his desk into some dream where his crush happened to reciprocate-

“Reeeddd?” Jasper teased softly after another long pause, bringing him out of his panic spiral. “No pressure my dude, you can say no.”

“Yes,” David blurted shakily.

“Yeah??” Jasper asked, his voice picking up in obvious excitement and relief, despite his apparent brace for a rejection. “For real?”

“Y-yes, I’d… I’d like to,” David said softly, his face still red.

“Aw man, awesome, shit. Okay uh- no PI on air so uh- I go off air at 3, you’re usually up pretty late, yeah? Think you’ll be around?”

“Yes, I should be.”

“Supes, call back when you hear me sign off and we’ll hash stuff out, okay? Or at least do personal numbers to talk during the day.”

“O-okay,” David stammered, his mind whirling. “I’ll do that.”

“Sweet. Okay man, you sound a little wigged out so I’ll let you get back, and I will be counting the minutes til sign off,” Jasper teased.

“Okay, um, talk to you later? Bye.”

“Ta-ta for now!” Jasper sung.

David disconnected the call, his pulse still racing as he listened to Jasper on the radio once more, turning the volume back up just in time to hear.

“Oh my god, wack, holy shit you guys he said yes- fuck he’s probably listening and I sound like a giant goober- hi Red! Okay, anymore callers before we go back to music? Holy shitballs.”

A quick, incredulous laugh escaped his mouth before David could stifle it, his chest swirling with fear and elation. Jasper- Jasper had asked him on a date- and he sounded just as rattled as David felt. That helped a little to know it wasn’t just him- Jasper had just been loads better keeping a cap on his nerves while they were talking.

“You’re up caller!”

David came back from his thoughts when he heard a familiar voice, one of Jasper’s other regular callers.

“Oooooh Jasper asked a boy on a daaatteee~” she teased in delight.

“I know oh my god dude I’m still weak from it, I didn’t wanna mess up with Red but I like… really want to meet him and take him out, especially once he stopped calling? And no offense Red if you’re still there it’s TOTALLY cool cause that woke my ass up! Holy shit I still can’t believe he said yes.”

David listened all throughout the rest of Jasper’s show, all thoughts of homework lost as he leaned his elbows on the desk, hands clasped in front of his mouth. Anticipation made his nerves spike again while sitting through Jasper’s familiar sign off, where he bid goodnight to his listeners and started the after hours playlist. David waited a minute before taking a deep, deep breath and pressing the call button.

It rang only once before the line picked up, and a hopeful voice answered. “Red?”

“H-hi Jasper,” he replied.

“Hey dude! Hey, sorry to put you on the spot like that but- y’know, I figured it would be less creepy to everyone to just be upfront and ask you, instead of being like ‘hey call me after hours hoohoo wink wink,’ ya dig?”

David stifled a giggle, smiling. “I understand. It probably would’ve made me more nervous to have to wait that long, wondering what your question was,” he admitted.

“That too! I wanted to just… put it out there, figured it’d be best. So! You’re really cool with going on a date?”

“Yes, I… I’d like that. To meet you,” he added softly, flushed.

“Rad, okay, nice. So let’s just exchange numbers for tonight? I know you might not sleep anyway but it’s friggen late and I don’t want to keep either of us up too long.”

“That sounds good, I don’t want to keep you up either,” David replied. He gave his number first when Jasper gave the go-ahead, listening to the other man hum as he typed it into his phone, and a few moments later David heard a buzz near his ear.

“I just shot you a text so you have my number and can add me.”

“Got it,” David replied, pulling the phone away briefly to see a text notification at the top of the screen, a short string of peace sign emojis that made him smile.

“Awesome sauce. Well- shit, I’m really excited but again, we can talk later. Try to get some sleep, okay dude?” he asked, sounding genuinely concerned and losing his usual casual tone. “I worry bout you.”

David smiled, touched by the thought. “I’ll try.”

“Okay, I’ll text you sometime tomorrow- today, whatever, much later. Give you a chance to snooze. Night Red, and thanks for- you know. Thanks. Night!”

“Goodnight Jasper, and thank you too,” he replied softly.

“No prob, catch ya later.”

David pulled the phone away and ended the call, his heart still hammering as he tried to comprehend everything. But he decided to pack it away for later, turning off the radio and closing the long abandoned textbook. Hopefully he could get a few hours of sleep and be a tiny bit more composed when he next spoke with Jasper.

Doubtful, but it was a nice thought.

#camp camp #cc david #cc jasper #jaspvid #ellowrites #but for real this is like #the most best i've ever been able to channel my vision of jasper? #when they meet for their date he's wearing that stupid bowling alley carpet shirt and i just #god it's so jasper #also a great example of me abusing the dash symbol #but it's my staple #also mentioning way too often about the state of david's heart but he's a sleep deprived nervous wreck SO

[ccsthemovie2]

(I think it's a word over 500, but:)

"Speaking of Tsukishiro, how's he doing?", Eriol asks. Frying pan to fire to volcano.

"He's good," Touya says quickly, before Sakura can say anything. Yukito is not even in the ballpark of "good". Yesterday he called Touya and begged him to bike over and said it was important and when Touya showed up he was asleep, and stayed fast asleep right through to the next morning. He keeps trying to make appointments with doctors, and then falling asleep before he can call, or, when Touya calls for him, before he can make it out the door. Privately, Touya isn't sure how much good a doctor can do for him, but anything has to be better than this, right?

"Really? I'm glad to hear it." Ugh, how much has Sakura told him. Not that she doesn't have a right to talk to her friends, but, come on, would it kill her to least keep it between her and Tomoyo and the funny looking cat.

He's good, that's an obvious lie. Ruby has said Yukito could barely stand upright at school. Every inch of Touya Kinomoto is packed full of magic. Sooner or later, Eriol figures, either Sakura will be powerful enough to sustain him, or Yue will have to get over himself and just eat already. Touya can't actually do anything with his magic, so it's not like Yue, even weak as he is, will have to face much of a struggle to take it. (Aside from competition with Ruby, of course. There's something to that, right, articles and studies about animals being healthier if they need a bit of careful planning to get their food? Yes, so this works out nicely.)

Or maybe- oh, that's probably it. Yue's on to him, isn't he? He's just being stubborn as usual, figuring sooner or later Clow will appear via Eriol and save him. He can imagine how surprised, overjoyed, grateful Yue would be, if Eriol showed up and saved his life. He can imagine Yue's head resting on his neck as clearly as if he had kept Yue well-fed with magic a thousand times in his lifetime. It would be nice, in the short run, but it wouldn't be right, no. Clow is dead, and Yue needs to learn to live with that. If he knows what's good for him, he will take responsibility for his own life, and if he doesn't...

Ahh, well, maybe it's Clow's old sentimentality, maybe Eriol is just warming up to Sakura's moon guardian all on his own, but he can't bring himself around to the idea of letting Yue just die. He'd save him, if it came down to it. But, he tells himself sternly, only as an absolute last resort. He's just worrying because he misses Yue and wants to get to know him better all at once in that past-and-future way- it's worth a visit, soon. Yes, a nice little visit, and Yue will never even have to know it happened. Just to check in.

(sorry the formatting got weird when i copypasted lol!)

hiiii thanks for the ask!!!

if we talk about this convo we need to back up and talk about how it got here. this should give you some idea of how badly this needs to be under a cut for length lol.

so it all starts with the bit about how someone falling and being caught is something that happens a lot in ccs. how with eriol, it's purposeful, and with fujitaka (and i misremembered it but since found out she fell *on* him and not *caught* by him, which lolol i hope he broke a bone, but also its fine the fic's already marked canon divergent, or maybe the story gets misremembered, whatever, in any case), it's an echo of clowriol's intentional artificial-trustbuild-dangersaves but without the magic or purpose to back it up (just like fujitaka himself!), but it's a situation he quickly makes favorable to him, because it may be a blank slate but it's made of the same material.

this whole convo was part of one of the very first chunks written, but everything was going to go in a very different direction at first. (there's a lot of Cut Content from this fic, some that i just didn't like, some that wasn't connectable with the rest of the fic after it took the shape it took but might pop up somewhere else one day idk). in this particular bit i cut the later half of the conversation because i really didn't like what i'd written, but then even though the direction of the story changed the conversation was still going so it had to bounce somewhere else, so it bounced to yukito. here we are answering your ask 2 paragraphs in!

yukito, iirc in the anime, did catch her from a fall, (in the manga, which made way more sense for why she had to change her clothes and rest so much, he saved her from drowning, again iirc because who can trust a memory) and at a point where eriol still has some investment in making yuekito/sakura (ewwwww) happen, he's going to try and draw on that symbolism to nudge her in that direction, right?

so all this said, SPEAKING of yuekito. how are they doing.

bad, obviously. touya's freaking out. i imagine that part of what's stopping yukito from seeing a doctor is yue, though- he knows it wont help, and i dont think yukito has, like, person insides that will stand up to medical tests, and yue would pick up on yukito like, not wanting to be outed to the doctor as a magic construct because he, like, doesnt actually have a real heart that pulses, just a repeating heartbeat sound. doesn't for real have blood etc to test, just records of blood type (for personality reasons).

and also touya's a very like keep-ur-problems-not-everybodys-business type so hes like imagining sakura venting her fears to this weirdo and getting pissed off. but that didnt actually happen, eriol knew all on his own lolol. touya you have to say something nice should happen to sakura to make up for wrongly suspecting her now

and this bit on eriol's end is all wrong information and inaccurate conclusions and i was really worried ppl would take it at face value but i hope nobody did. in ccs we get moments where eriol wants sakura to take power, or to learn that power can be taken- his final battle with her, for example, where the answer to his light and dark puzzle is to use kero and yue's power, except that's not something she would ever Want to do or would even Occur to her to try. the power is gifted to her by kero and yue (and syaoran!) because they love her.

same concept, here- the answer to the 'yue is dying' puzzle is to eat touya's power, and he can't imagine the real reason why he won't just do that, and when he thinks about it too long it goes right to his ego- yue looovvvvesss clow, and by extension me. he wants meeeeeee to save him. he wants to neck kissy MY magic soo sooooo bad. but yue isn't considering any of that at all. he's thinking about yukito and what touya means to yukito and why that would make yukito hesitate to reach out, and that no way in hell will he just ambush his other self's crush down a dark alley and take his magic, even to save both their lives. he's a lot more selfless than clow and eriol ever realize. maybe- this is just a half formed thought right now, i dont know if im like certain about it, but- maybe they feel his devotion to clow was a form of selfishness, that he Wanted Love as a thing he could hold and own, whereas pretty much everybody else who meets him goes like YOU SELFLESS MAN YOU CANT JUST DIE FOR PPL YOU CARE ABOUT YOU GOTTA TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF TOOOO

and there’s also that bit of teacherliness intrinsic to the three of them again: im doing this to teach him a lesson. im letting ruby do her thing without telling her what’s going on to help and encourage yue, etc.

anyway, that (in terms of fic weaving itself into canon) solidifies his decision to do uhmmmm a thing that creeps me out real bad in the anime (knocking yue out to have a moment with him, and oh, ding, there's another 'you fell but i caught you' moment!). eriol loves this manner of hanging out with people, you see it later in this fic, even:

It's important to say what's in your heart to the people you want to say it to, even if you have to make sure the other person never hears it. It's important for your own emotional freedom.

he loves to spend time with people exclusively on his terms, to the point where the other party never even knew he was there, because he knocked them out, or because he was just staring creepily at the outside of sakura's house while she did homework, etc etc etc.

tldr: it's all connected, aaaaaaaaa

#ask

[daydream-believin]

you’ll never have to be alone

summary: you just can’t wait to see your best friend again, but your master has other ideas

a/n: this is such a mess lmao might turn it into an actual fic when i have time. also that last sentence is not a tswift ref i just like that word and if anything it’s a beauty and the beast (2017) ref. but the title is in fact a tswift ref yes

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• you’re just a humble magician’s assistant, doing your best to stay safe and hidden in Arthur’s realm

• your master has just sent you on a trip to into Camelot to get her a few things

• you’re so excited. you’ve never been out of the forest, let alone the big city before and is that a castle???

• while fetching your master’s things, you run into the most beautiful boy

• and i mean run into, like ow your head

• he sees you wince in pain and panics

• he is so sorry pretty person, he did not mean to body check you, here let him fix it with a healing spell he learned last week

• you’re so caught off guard by the magic

• you throw yourself in front of him, and hiss “do you want to get us both executed?!”

• he laughs and assures you it’s okay, he’s the king’s personal sorcerer’s apprentice so the guards won’t pay him any mind

• you’re amazed at your new friend and his freedom but also his cute laugh

• he offers to help you with the rest of your errands to make it up to you, he has the day off after all and he was bored, so why not help out a cute new friend

• soon it’s time for you to start on the journey back to your master, you bid goodbye to Hisirdoux

• he catches you at your cart, stopping you from taking off before you can slip away. he takes your hand

• “please, i just want to make sure i see you again, can we meet overmorrow?”

• you smile “i’m sure i can find some excuse to come back”

• one meeting led to another, and now you two are meeting in the marketplace every free afternoon you both have

• or at least you two make them free, either by getting chores down early, procrastinating, or just straight up lying

• one day your master tells you to pack her bag and grab your cloak, you two were going to camelot to “make an audience with someone who i’d rather i’d never have to talk to again if not for the troubled times” whatever that meant

• you find yourself in the study of Merlin Ambrosious himself. it’s so cozy here, with the paper covered desk and stained glass windows

• you see your crush buddy Hisirdoux and quietly make your way over to him

• you two have a fun litttle conversation while your master waits for Merlin to arrive. it’s so nice to get to see each other again this week.

• your master raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t say anything to you or ask any questions. that’s strange. normally your master wants to know all about your friends. they think you don’t get out enough

• Merlin enters, making a face, and starts to talk business with your master. it was soooo boring and it was all you and Doux could do not to snore. at least all’s going good righ—

• annnnddd now suddenly you and Douxie are on the sidelines of all out shouting match

• 0 to 60 real fast

• so 🙏 turns out your master is Merlin’s ex wife. damn

• whatever they were supposed to be working together on has been thrown out the window, along with any pretense of civility

• so many insults being hurled. hell, you and Douxie’s innocent ears had never heard half of these words they spat at each other

• you and your best friend looked at each other. neither of you would dare try and calm the two master wizards down, lest you get caught in the crosshai— !!!

• oh! apparently words aren’t the only things being thrown oh dear

• your master snatched your arm and pulled you towards the door with force

• “AND DONT EVEN THINK ABOUT LETTING YOUR LITTLE URCHIN NEAR MY SWEET Y/N AGAIN! I KNOW WHAT YOURE TRYING TO DO! I WONT HAVE IT!”

• come again?

• “ONLY IF YOU KEEP YOUR APPRENTICE AWAY FROM MY URCHIN! THEYLL TAINT THE NOBILITY IVE MADE HIM”

• you weren’t even sure what to make of that one

• before you knew it you were back on the cart, camelot drifting farther and farther into the distance

• you could see Hisirdoux, watching you leave from the balcony of the tower, getting smaller and smaller

• well, if your master thinks she can keep you away from him she’d have to try a little harder. it’s not like she could stop you from going to the market

• she turns to you as if reading your thoughts “i don’t want you going to the marketplace alone anymore, i’ll have to come with you now.”

• okay so maybe she could

• a few weeks pass, and you are dying to see Douxie just one last time

• it was like you were mad. all you can think about is trying to find ways that you might be able to get back to him

• you were cleaning out the donkey’s stall when a bird landed on the post near your head

• or at least you had thought it was a bird. looking up, you discovered that it was in fact a small dragon

• a dragon with a scroll in it’s mouth. he motioned for you to take it

• you gingerly took the slightly damp scroll and unfurled it

• well well well, it looks like mr. casperan has been thinking about you too

• the scroll urged you to sneak out as soon as your master fell asleep and meet him where else, but your regular rendezvous spot at the market place

• the dragon then burnt the message while it was still in your hands. smart? you guessed? you supposed this was to make sure your master didn’t find the note but was burning it really necessary

• needless to say it was a no brainer, and you were out of the house by your master’s first snore

• you had your cloak drawn over your head. it wasn’t hard to find Hisirdoux in the night market. he may have also had his hood up, but he was right where you always met, standing awkwardly in a very Douxie fashion

• you came up behind him and tapped his shoulder, and he about jumped out of his skin

• and then he was immediately enveloping you into a bone-crushing hug

• you two have some fun walking around the night market, never letting go of each other’s hands. Douxie’s face is highlighted so perfectly in the orange light of the torches and cooking fires. you can feel the heat on your own face

• you two stayed around for as long as you could, talking about everything and nothing, but even night markets sleep eventually.

• as you lament to Douxie about having to go back home when all you want to do was have a little more time with him, he stares at you intensely. he could feel his palm sweating while clasped in yours. he took a deep breath

• “we should run away”

• ... “run away?” “just you and me. then we can stay together. even for only a little while. if you want”

• “lets do it”

• and so you were off to who knows where on the back of a horse Hisirdoux most likely stole. or at least skipped getting permission to use it. there was no destination in mind, just to get far away fast. none of that mattered though, as you cling to Douxie’s back in your getaway. he wasn’t very good at it, but at least you were getting somewhere

• you got lost pretty fast

• but no matter, anywhere with Douxie was better than being lonely up in your room

• the sun was just starting to rise when you two finally stopped

• the sunrise coming up over the cliff is the most gorgeous thing you’ve ever seen. you look over at Douxie and reconsider. the sunrise is the second most gorgeous

• you two are very sleepy, having stayed up all night, and you crash lying in the meadow grass, locked in each others arms

• but your sweet slumber does not last long

• you are awoken to the sound of your name being said very angrily

• you and Doux scramble to sit up. you two are face to face with two furious master wizards

• “YOU STOLE A HORSE?!”

• needless to say your master rarely lets you out of her watchful eyes nowadays. it was worth it.

• your master was summoned to help with the cause at the battle of Kilahead. apparently they were short on forces for some reason. that reason being that they were all dead. you dred having to join the fight but follow your master nonetheless

• maybe the universe just wanted to give you one last treat before you left the plain of existence, but there was your beloved Douxie, all geared up for the fight

• your master ordered you to stay with the main fight to do your best in healing the knights while she went off to who knows where. which was fine with you. now you could be by Douxie’s side

• fast forward and suddenly your master is gone. who knows what happened to her. definitely not you. Hisirdoux’s master is out cold and will be for centuries.

• as devestated as you both are at being without your beloved mentors for deya knows how long, there is a brightside

• now you can stay with each other for as long as you two liked

• and you did

• for almost a millenia

• and will for evermore

#douxie x reader #hisirdoux casperan x reader #hisirdoux casperan imagine #douxie casperan x reader #douxie imagine #toa douxie #douxie #hisirdoux casperan #douxie casperan #tales of arcadia #hisirdoux x reader #hisirdoux imagine #my writing

[zmayadw]

Evening all :)

Hope you all had a nice few days :)

Anyway, here is the next part.

Enjoy your evening!

CALL OF THE RAVEN

PART 16

The sun was out already when i woke up the next day. Jake was still asleep next to me. He looked so peacful, no worry showing on his face. I smiled, giving him a kiss on the cheek, running my hand through his hair. „'Morning, sleepyhead.“ I said, nibbling softly at his ear. He smiled, his eyes still closed. „Are you trying to kill me? I'm so sore from all the fun we had yesterday, i'm not sure i'll be able to get out of bed.“ I laughed at it „Don't worry, i'll let you rest.“ Adding, kissing him on the neck „At least for the morning.“ Now he laughed, taking the pillow form under his head, throwing it at me. „You're crazy.“ He said turning, giving me a long kiss. „You're welcome to take a shower.“ I told him „it might ease some of the soreness off.“ „That's not a bad idea.“ He gave me one more kiss, getting out of the bed. As he neared the bathroom doors, i asked „Is it ok if i turn my phone now?“ „Oh, i forgot.“ He said, going to the desk, unpluging my phone, handing it to me. „It's fine, you can use it normaly.“ „Thanks.“ I turned it on, checking a few messages i got while it was off. One was from Jessy, asking if i contacted Jake. I chuckled, thinking how Jessy will be thrown out of her shoes when i tell her about all that happened with him. I replied to her, asking if she wants to meet for coffee later. I checked other messages, and tensed a bit when i saw the one from Phil. „Hey gorgeous, hope you ok. Havent heard from you for a while, just checking up on you. Don't be a stranger ;)“ Shit, i tought, i forgot about Phil. I threw my phone on the bed, burrying my face in the pillow. Ah, crap. I will have to talk to Phil soon, and i dreaded it. He was always nice to me, and i was willing to give him a chance if things with Jake didnt turn out like this. I took my phone back, replying to Phil „Hey, hey, all is fine. Been bussy working. But thanks for checking up on me! Will come to Aurora for a drink soon, promise! :) „ Jessy replied in the mean time, telling she is free arround 13h, and i replied confirming our meeting. Phil also replied. „Glad to hear you ok! Dont work yourself out, take a break ;) See you soon, gorgeous.“ Bah, i tought, throwing my phone back to bed. I so didnt want to have another talk with Phil. Even tho he said he would be fine, i knew it wouldnt go easy on him. He really was into me, and i didnt feel good knowing what i had to do. I got lost in my toughts, that i havent noticed Jake was standing at the bathrom door, looking at me curiously. „Everything ok?“ he asked. I sighed, giving him a small smile „It will be.“ „You sure?“ he asked, and i could see he wasnt sattisfied with my answer. „Yes, Jake, im sure. Its nothing that cant wait.“ I said giving him a bit better smile. He looked at me a bit skeptically „Alright, if you say so.“ My phone rang then, and i was grateful for it. I really didnt want to talk to Jake about Phil, at least not right now. Jake got agitated at my phone as i took it, answering it a bit surprised. „Hannah?“ i said, and i saw Jake was being confused as much as me. „Hello, Maya.“ She replied cheerfuly „Hope i'm not disturbing you.“ „Ofcours not.“ I told her „Whats up?“ „Well, i called to ask if you are free tonight? I'm inviting everyone for drinks at the Aurora. I'v got some good news to share with you all.“ „Ofcourse!“ i told her cheerfuly. „Great.“ She chimed from the other side. „You we'r the last one i needed to call. I tried yesterday, but your phone was unreachable.“ „Yeah, i turned it off, wanted some peace while working, sorry.“ I said sounding apologetically, looking at Jake. He just grinned at me. „No need to apologise, i understand. Well, i do have someoe else to contact.“ She said „I dont suppose you heard from or seen my half-brother recently?“ „Jake?“ i asked, trying to sound surprised, and he looked at me rising his eyebrows. „No, sorry, i havent seen him, or talked to him recently.“ „Hmm, i called him few times, but he didnt answer or called me back.“ She said, sounding a bit worried. „Im sure hes fine.“ I told her, grinning at Jake., him shaking his head at

me. „Yeah, you're probably right. Anyway, i have to go now. Cya tonight, arround nine.“ „Cya tonight, Hannah.“ I lovered my phone, Jake asking „What was that about?“ „Well“ i started „Hannah wants for all of us to meet at the Aurora tonight, she has some news she wants to share.“ I looked at him inquiry. „Dont look at me, i have no clue what she wants.“ „Hmm, i guess we'll find out tonight then.“ I said. I looked at him „By the way, was it ok i told her i havent seen you? I mean, we havent really talked ourselves about all of this.“ He smiled, sitting next to me. „Its fine, Maya.“ He took my hand, entwining his fingers with mine. „Maybe we should keep it to ourselfs for a while.“ He said, but looked at me with a grin „Even tho i dont care who knows.“ I grinned „Same here.“ „Hmm, you sure about that?“ he asked, and i looked puzzled at him. „Well, we are meeting Hannah at Aurora tonight, and i know one person there who would care.“ Shit, i tought. „If you mean Phil, im very well aware of it.“ I said, getting up from the bed. I got a bit annoyed by Jakes words, even tho i knew he was right. „Maya“ Jake started, and i looked back at him. His eyes met mine, and my heart skipped a beat. I could see insecurity written all over his face, his eyes gloomy. „Do you still feel the same about Phil?“ he asked. I walked back to him, taking his head in my hands, leveling his eyes with mine. „Do you really have to ask me that, after all that happened?“ i told him witha a smile and kissed him. I moved back, meeting his eyes again. „It was always you that i wanted. Only you, Jake.“ He pulled me to him and kissed me, and this time it felt different. Before, his kisses wer packed with desire and lust. But this time his kiss was deep, tender, i would dare to say full of love. „You're amazing.“ He told me „I'm lucky to have you.“ He kissed me again, with that same depth and tenderness as earlier, sending tingles. This time, every move we made was slow and gentle. This time, we made love.

I was getting my sneakers on, as Jake was zipping his hoodie. „Will you be ok tonight? At the Aurora?“ i asked him. „I mean, seeing Phil acting as he would arround me.“ He groaned a bit „Not really, but i'll survive.“ I walked to him, putting my hands arround his neck, saying teasingly „I'll make it up to you later, if you promise to behave.“ He raised his eyebrow at me „That sounds tempting“ he started „But i cant promise you i wont be tempted to not behave.“ I grined at him, giving him a quick kiss „Well, do your best.“ „That, i can promise.“ He said, grining back. I let go of him, grabing my phone checking the time before throwing it at my purse. I took the car keys „I'm gonna be late! You ready?“ „Yes, lets go.“ I gave him the car keys, and he drowe us to the towns center. „Are you gonna tell Jessy about us?“ he asked. „I dont know.“ I said „She was the one who begged me to contact you about the calls, so she knows abou that.“ I paused for a while, a smile creeping to my face „And Jessy can be quite perceptive, she might figure out on her own that something is up.“ I looked at him „Would it be alright with you if she knew?“ „I wouldnt mind“ he said „If she can keep it to herself, for now at least.“ „If i ask it of her, she will.“ I told him. „You two became really close.“ He said , as we came to the parking in the center. „We did , she means a lot to me.“ He turned to me, taking the keys from the ignition. „But you are on top of my 'special people' list.“ I said leaning in for a kiss. He kissed me back, moving away, giving me the keys. „Good.“ He said, grinning ��Now off you go, you're late already. And before anyone sees us.“ We left the car, and i started walking backwards from it, blowing him a kiss „See you tonigh.“ He smiled „See you, Maya.“

Jessy was already at the cafe when i came, sitting myself on the chair accross from her „I'm late, i know, i'm sorry!“ I looked at her appologeticaly. „Its fine“ she said, smiling „I got here few minutes ago myself, to be honest.“ „Good.“ I told her. „So what have you been up lately?“ i asked, her face getting cheerful. „Well, as a matter of fact, i have some good news.“ „Yeah? Well, out with it allready!“ i chimed happily. „Ok, ok. Well you know i had to find a new job, after all that happened.“ Her face got a bit gloomy as she said it, and i understood it. I gave her a small smile, thinking how much her life must have been affected by all that have happened. Jet, she stayed so positive through it all. „Anyway“ she continued „I had a job interwiev today.“ „Oh, Jessy, that's great!“ i exclaimed cheerfuly „Where at?“ She smiled „At the library.“ I clapped my hands at it, i knew how much Jessy liked that place, and books, too. „Thats excellent, not just good news, Jessy! I'm happy for you.“ i told her, smiling sencerely. „Well, i havent gotten the job, jet.“ She started „But i have a very good chance for it.“ „I'm sure you will get it.“ I told her. „Anyway, enough about me. Did you contact Jake already?“ she asked, getting all serious on me. „I did.“ I said, a small smile appearning at the corner of my lips. „Good.“ She said, not noticing „And, what happened?“ A lot, i tought to myself. „Well, he checked my phone, to see if it was hacked or something.“ „Did he find anything?“ I sighed „Unfortunatly, no.“Thats not good.“ Jessy said „Can't he do anything else? I mean, isn't that like his expertise?“ „He is trying one more thing.“ I told her. „He connected' to my incoming calls, again.“ I started, and Jessy looked inquiringly at me. „We're hoping he can figure out the location from where the calls are comming like that.“ „Hmm, that would be usefull.“ „Indeed“ i said „I just wish all would end soon, i'm getting terrified by it all, Jessy.“ „I know, Maya“ she said „I'm sure Jake will be abel to find something.“ „I hope so, Jessy.“ I said. „He will.“ She said, smiling reasuringly at me „We all know how skillful he is.“ Indeed, i tought, and not just with computers. Jessy was looking at me now, like she could read my toughts. She squinted her eyes at me „Something else is up.“ „What do you mean?“ i said, trying to sound as calm as i could. „You look different.“ „Different how?“ i asked. „I dont know“ she started „It's like, you're glowing.“ She continued looking at me, and i got a bit fidgety. She was staring intensly at me. Then, all of a sudden, her eyes opened wide, a grin on her face. „You hooked up!“ she almost screamed. „What?“ i tried to sound confused, but she didnt bought it. „You and Jake, you hooked!“ she chimed again. „Dont denie it!“ she said, grinning at me. I groaned „Fine! Yes, we hooked.“ I looked at her, and we both started squilling like a teenage girls. „Finaly!“ she said laughing „Im happy for you, Maya.“ „Thanks, Jessy. Im happy ,too. But, please, keep it to yourself. At least for now.“ I said pleadingly. „Ohh, i'll try my best, i promise.“ she said. „Give it your best, at least for tonight.“ I pleaded her again. She got serious „Uh, oh, Aurora tonight.“ „Yes, Aurora tonight.“ I said, dreadfully “It can never be simple for me.“ She gave me an akward smile, squizing my hand. We stayed silent for a moment, before a smile started creeping back to Jessys face. „Sooo“ she started „Jake and you? Talk! And i want to hear everything. And i mean, E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G.“ I laughed, Jessy looking at me with the biggest grin on her face. „Alright.“ I said, Jessy clapping her hands excitedly.

#duskwood fanfic #duskwood #duskwood mc #duskwood jake #duskwood jessy

[slytherinbarnes]

Sub Rosa [39]

x. fallen

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: language, bleeding, fighting, death, violence, general angst. 

Summary: Bellamy learns the news of Lincoln’s fate, and Octavia lashes out. from Arkadia, Monty calls and asks for help, sending you on a rescue mission.

a/n: hi just a heads up that TOMORROW IS MY BIRTHDAY, so I probably wont be that active!!! the taglist for this series is open! I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think!!!

previous chapter // season masterlist // series masterlist

Octavia’s cries for Lincoln quickly turn to anger. 

You can see it set in her face, feel it rolling off of her in thick tidal waves, and you know that no matter Octavia does, she’ll get revenge for Lincoln. 

She turns away and walks back to Helios, the mood of the group somber as she takes his lead from Harper and starts to walk to the cave. There’s nothing the rest of you can do except follow, everyone quiet as the rain soaks you to the bone and hides your tears. You feel your heart crack open at the thought of Lincoln being gone, forever, sacrificed to keep his people safe. Nothing you do will bring him, or his quiet wisdom, or his intense sparring sessions, or his kind comfort, back. Lincoln is dead, by Pike’s hand, and you were almost dead too. The same way you want to honor Gina with your life, you want to do the same for Lincoln. All he ever wanted was peace, and a life with Octavia. He’ll never get the latter, but maybe the rest of you can achieve peace in his name, his memory.

At some point, Miller pulls ahead again, and Octavia drops back to walk with you. You know there’s nothing you can say to ease her pain, so you reach out and grab her hand, letting her know that you’re there for her. You walk the rest of the way to the cave hand in hand, but she drops it when you get there so she can tie up Helios.

You follow the others inside, Ocatvia beside you still, and as you come around the corner you see Bellamy. You let out a little gasp at the sight of him, chained up to the wall, unable to go anywhere. He looks relieved when he sees you and Octavia both alive and well, but he catches on to the mood of the group quickly. You see his eyes bounce over everyone one after the next, before he realizes who’s missing. “Where’s Lincoln?”

Octavia turns away from him, pulling her sword, Lincoln’s sword, off her back and setting it on the ground at her feet. You see her fighting back tears as she answers, “Pike put a bullet in his brain.”

“O…” He trails off, begging her to look at him, but she ignores him and pulls her wet jacket off, dropping it on top of the sword. “O, I’m so sorry.”

You can see the change again, can practically feel Octavia pushing her heartbreak down and pulling out her anger instead. It’s lighting fast, but it’s written all over her face, and you have half a second to register the change before she spins around quickly and punches Bellamy across the face. Everyone in the cave shifts slightly, towards Octavia and Bellamy, you included, all eyes on the siblings, waiting to see if you need to intervene. 

The force of Octavia’s punch knocks Bellamy’s head to the side, and he looks up at her in shock, before she punches him again, once with her right fist and then with her left. You step forward, grabbing her arm. “Octavia, stop.”

She turns and pushes you down, blinded by anything but anger, and Kane steps closer to the pair of you. “Octavia, that’s enough.”

Bellamy looks over at him, blood already starting to mark his skin. “Kane, stay out of this.”

Octavia stands panting, watching her brother, before she continues her assault, hitting him wherever she can reach: his arms, stomach, face. You can hear her sobs in between the sounds of the punches, and everyone turns away from the scene, unable to watch. You stay frozen on the ground, still watching, unsure what to do. Miller is the only one still watching alongside you, and as soon as Octavia knocks Bellamy to the ground, he closes the space between them and grabs her arm, pulling her away. “Okay, stop. That’s enough.”

She turns and punches him in the chest, knocking him back, into Bryan’s arms. You scramble to your feet as Bellamy pants, “Miller, back off.”

He pulls himself to his feet, blood all over his face, and as she punches him again you walk towards them, unable to watch anymore. She knocks him to the ground as you reach her, and you wrap your arms around her, pinning her arms to her sides. She struggles for a second, tears falling down her face, before she finally goes slack in your arms. She stares down at Bellamy, her face a storm of emotions, and he looks up at her from her spot on the ground. “You’re dead to me.”

You see his face fall, her words devastating him more than her fists ever could. Octavia shrugs you off and storms out of the cave, and everyone stands frozen for a minute, unsure what to do. Bellamy pulls himself into a sitting position, tucking his knees to his chest, and avoids everyone’s gaze as he processes Octavia’s words. You look at Kane and nod in the direction Octavia ran off in, and he nods, standing to follow her. You move to one of the packs and grab a first aid kit, before walking to Bellamy and plopping down in front of him. He glances up just enough to know that it’s you, before dropping his head again. You reach out, tip his chin up so his gaze meets yours, and eye his face.

He’s covered in blood, but you can’t tell where it’s coming from, though you suspect it's from a few places. You reach for the first aid kit and start to wipe away the blood, wordlessly cleaning him up as his eyes roam over your face. As you’re applying antiseptic to his wounds, he whispers, “What happened?”

You glance back, making sure Octavia isn’t nearby, and answer, “Pike said there was going to be an execution today, and if we didn’t turn ourselves in, it’d be the prisoners.”

You see that unreadable expression settle on Bellamy’s face again, and you hate it, how closed off it makes you feel, but you say nothing. He’s quiet as you clean him up, clearly lost in his thoughts, and you struggle with whether to say something to him, or leave him in his head. Ultimately, you keep quiet, deciding to let him process things on his own, for now. When you finish, you stand, turning to leave, but he reaches out to grab your hand, stopping you. “Lexa’s dead. Indra left to meet the new commander.”

You feel the breath leave your lungs as he says it, thinking about Clarke, and the loss of someone special to her. You realize now that you were so focused on Lincoln’s death and Octavia’s reaction that you didn’t even notice Indra’s absence. You nod, thanking him for the information, before returning the first aid kit to the pack and joining the others, passing along the information.

-

Kane returns with Octavia less than an hour later, and they find you all sitting around the fire, talking quietly about nothing. No one wants to address the elephant in the room, or the traitor in the cave, so the conversation is kept to light topics. 

When Kane and Octavia return, they join the circle, and you all fall into silence, turning to look at Kane. “We need to talk about next steps.”

Bryan is the first to speak up. “I say we run two men patrols around the clock, starting now.”

“We'll do that but we should be safe here. The Grounder blockade's too close for Pike to risk looking for us.”

“Yeah, but are we safe from the blockade?”

“As long as we stay on this side of the line, we should be.”

You give Kane a serious look. “None of that will matter if we give Pike to the Grounders.”

Miller agrees, “We take him out, we can go home.”

Kane nods, already on the same page. “That's right. We become the thirteenth clan again. Those were the terms.”

Sinclair shrugs, “Lexa's terms. If what Bellamy said is true and she's dead, how do we know the next commander will honor them?”

“One problem at a time.”

“The only thing that matters now is killing Pike.” Octavia’s voice is flat when she says it, her mind focused only on Pike’s death as she sharpens her sword. 

“Octavia's right. So how do we do it?”

Before anyone can offer up any ideas, a radio to your left crackles to life with Monty’s voice. “Bellamy, come in. It's Monty, I'm in trouble. Please say you still have your radio.”

You pick up the radio, looking at it, and Sinclair puts a hand over yours. “If we respond and Pike's listening-”

Bellamy cuts him off, “Go to channel seven. ‘Please say you still have your radio.’ That's seven words after the word trouble. It's code, go to seven.”

You turn and look at him, scanning his face for any signs of deceit, but you find none. You turn back to Kane, who nods, and you change the channel before passing the radio to him. “Monty, it's Kane. What's wrong?”

“Pike knows that I helped you get out.”

You can hear a sigh of defeat pass through the circle, before Kane asks, “Can you get to the dropship?”

“I think so.”

“Good, go there, I'll bring you in. Stay off the radio. Over and out.”

Harper turns to Kane, looking worried. “Hold on, what if it's a trap and Pike's waiting?”

“That's why I'm going alone.”

Octavia glares and stands when Kane does, “Like hell you are.”

You stand as she says it, adding, “You’ve lost it if you think I’m not going with you.”

Kane looks between the two of you, sighing. “If it is a trap, I'm not marching our entire insurgency into it, so you two and you two alone are coming with me.”

Octavia nods to Bellamy, still chained to the wall, silent since the tip about the radio. “He's coming too. We’ll need a hostage to trade for Monty.”

Kane looks at Bellamy, thinking it over, before agreeing. “That's a good plan. He stays chained, and gag him.”

You turn to Kane is shock, protesting at the same time as Miller. “Kane-”

“Sir, with all due respect-”

Kane cuts you both off, snapping, “He's the enemy. Do what I said.”

“You were the enemy once too. So were we.” You give him a long look, before glancing over at Miller, the only other one on your side, and when he drops his head, you sigh, conceding. “Fine.”

You walk over to one of the packs, pulling out one of the strips of fabric for bandages, before moving back to Bellamy. Miller comes over with the keys to the chain, detaching it from the wall, but keeping it on Bellamy’s hands, and Bellamy stays still the entire time, letting you both work. Miller passes you the keys before he steps back, and you shove them into your pocket. And then you lift the gag to his mouth, whispering, “I’m sorry.”

He lets you slip it between his teeth, and you pull it around to the back of his head, securing it in place. You turn and look at Kane, who grabs one of the rifles, and Octavia, who is busy strapping her sword on her back. You lead Bellamy to the entrance of the cave, waiting for the others, and when they finally appear, Kane tries to pass you the rifle. “In case he acts out.”

You roll your eyes and push it away. “I’m not going to shoot Bellamy. If he runs, he runs.”

He sighs and pulls the strap over his chest, taking it himself, before he nods to the entrance. “Lead the way.”

You turn and grab Bellamy’s arm, leading him out of the cave, Kane and Octavia right behind you. They both have their weapons out, ready to attack if necessary, and you have to resist the urge to say something. Because despite Bellamy being on Pike’s side, he’s not the enemy. Not really. An asshole maybe, blinded by his pain, but not the enemy.

The walk to the dropship doesn’t take long, and before you know it, you can see the remains of the gate up ahead. Kane and Octavia press closer to you, Kane now turning his gun towards Bellamy’s back. You stop just inside the walls, and Kane yells out, “Monty?”

You all wait, listening for a response, eyes searching the camp for a sign of life, but you hear nothing, see nothing. Kane whispers, “We got here first.”

He pushes on Bellamy’s back, urging him forward again, but he only manages to take three steps before Octavia lifts her sword to Bellamy’s throat and mutters, “No we didn't.”

You turn to her in surprise, “Octavia, what are you doing?”

She doesn’t answer you, just keeps her eyes on the dropship door as she yells, “Get outside! Now!”

Monty slips out the door, slowly, hands raised, followed by the barrel of a gun. You glare as Pike comes into view, his weapon trained on the back of Monty’s head, who apologizes. “He followed me. I'm sorry.”

“Let him go, Pike!”

“I can't do that.” He says something into his radio, quiet enough that you can’t hear, and a second later a bullet whizzes towards you, lodging into the dirt by your feet. You all jump in surprise, turning to look at the closeness of the impact, as Pike adds, “It's over. Put down your weapons.”

Octavia whispers, “Shoot him.”

“Monty's in the shot.”

“Come on, Marcus. I promised Monty's mother that I'd bring him home alive. Don't make me a liar.”

You turn and look at Kane, waiting for his instructions, and he lowers his gun as he steps away from Bellamy. You step away too, lifting your hands in surrender, and Octavia protests, “No, don’t.”

Kane pulls his gun off and drops it at his feet, lifting his hands in surrender. Pike glares at Octavia, who still has her sword to her brother’s neck. “Now you.”

She pulls Bellamy closer, wrapping her arm around his neck to get a better angle. You and Kane both protest, but she ignores you. Pike lifts his radio again, and you can see Bellamy tense, both of you guessing what the next command is. Bellamy ducks under Octavia’s arm, twisting it back painfully, forcing her to drop her sword. Pike whistles, and hidden guards move into the camp, making a beeline for all of you. They pull out cuffs to restrain you, while another holds a gun to your head. Bellamy pulls his gag from his mouth as Pike walks towards him, looking him over. “You don't look so good.”

“I'm fine.”

“You’ve got about five seconds to make me believe you're still with me.”

Bellamy deadpans, “All the others are in a cave not far from here.”

You yell out his name, angry that he would sell out the others, just like that. No hesitation at all. He turns to look at you, a flash of something passing over his face, but you can’t tell what. Octavia turns towards Bellamy, just as angry as you are, screaming, “You son of a bitch!”

She runs towards him, ready to attack, and Gillmer pulls out his shock baton and zaps her with it, the force of it taking her to the ground. You try to move towards her, to go check on her, but the guard in front of you steps closer, pressing the gun to your forehead. You look up at him, glaring, lifting your chin in defiance, daring him to pull the trigger. 

“Give me the coordinates.”

You Glance over at Bellamy, gun still pressed to your head, and he shakes his head. “I don't have the coordinates. But I can take you there.”

“Good.” He turns to the other guards. “Gag them.”

The guard in front of you steps away to get a gag, but Gillmer beats him to it, coming to stand in front of you, holding the gag up with a smirk. “Not much of a fighter now, are you?”

You look up at him, eyes landing on his nose, set differently from before, a cut across the bridge of it. You smirk in return, looking up to meet his eyes. “Nice nose. Little crooked now though.”

His smirk drops into a glare and he punches you in the stomach, the force of it sending all the air from your lungs in a whoosh. You double over, letting out a pained groan, and he leans down to whisper in your ear, “Don’t you worry, soon you’ll be just like your friend Lincoln. Dead.”

The words send a wave of rage through you, angered that he’d even say Lincoln’s name, and you try to leap at him, yelling as you do. But the guard at your back expects the move and wraps his arms around you, holding you back as you kick and thrash, trying to get to Gillmer, who stands in front of you, smirking again. Bellamy walks over to him, holding out his hand for the gag. “I’ll do it.”

“No, I can-”

His voice is firm when he cuts him off. “I’ve got it.”

Gillmer slaps the gag into Bellamy’s palm, turning to stalk off, and you calm your fighting enough to let Bellamy approach you. He reaches into your pocket and pulls out the keys to his cuffs, quickly freeing himself before he steps toward you, gag lifted, voice scolding. “Stop fighting.”

“I’m nothing but fight.”

He sighs and holds the gag right in front of your mouth, waiting for you to comply the way he did, and you look down at the gag and back to him before opening your mouth just enough. He slips it between your teeth before reaching back to secure it behind your head. His mouth is right at your ear, and he whispers, “I’m sorry.”

He pulls away, stepping back and turning to nod at Pike, letting him know he’s ready, leaving you to wonder what shitty thing he’s apologizing for, because the list is getting long.

-

You all trudge through the woods back towards the cave, hands cuffed and mouths gagged. Bellmay leads the way, Pike at his side, and you and Octavia follow closely behind them. Her gaze never leaves the back of Pike’s head, staring daggers at him. If looks could kill and all that.

Kane is behind you, and Monty behind him, and the guards are all dotted between you, sticking close. Gillmer is behind you, and you can feel the weight of his gaze on your back, leaving you feeling uneasy. As Pike walks beside Bellamy, you can hear their conversation drift back towards you. “You sure about the route? We're getting close to the blockade line.”

“That's why Kane set up out here. He didn't think we'd risk it.”

We. You feel a wave of nausea roll over you. “Well, he was wrong.”

Bellamy glances back at you and Octavia, and his voice drops slightly, but you can still make out his question. “What's gonna happen to my sister? I know she has to answer for her crimes but-”

You glance at Octavia, watching her glare shift from Pike to her brother. “Tell you what, I'll make you the same promise I made Monty's mother. Immunity for all past actions, but if she screws up again…”

“Oh, she won't. I'll make sure of it. My sister, my responsibility.”

Octavia’s glare deepens, and you can practically feel the scoff she’s trying to hold back. Bellamy glances back again, eyes focusing on you, before turning to Pike. “What about...those that were sentenced to death?”

“I told you, crimes against our leadership can’t be tolerated. Miss Griffin and Kane will die for their crimes. We need to set an example.”

You tense up, turning back to glance at Kane, who seems to understand the conversation being had at the front. Though you expected nothing less from Pike, hearing that your execution will resume as soon as you’re back at camp is not a comforting thing. You turn your gaze back to the front, eyeing the tension in Bellamy’s shoulders, something you’re sure wasn’t there a few minutes ago. 

You watch as he turns off the path to the cave, and starts to walk down a hill, towards the blockade line. Your brows furrow, confused, because this new path takes you away from the cave, not towards it. Pike realizes the closeness of the blockade line, and holds up a closed fist to stop his people. “Hold on.”

“The cave's just on the other side.”

You want to turn and look at Kane, to see if he realizes what’s going on, but you don’t want to risk exposing Bellamy’s intentions. Instead, when Pike gives the order to continue walking, you keep your eyes on the treeline, looking for the Grounders, but saying nothing. 

When you reach the bottom of the hill, a horn echoes through the air, signaling their arrival. “The blockade! Anybody got eyes?”

The guards all spread out, turning in circles, looking for the Grounders that are no doubt hidden in the trees. When they see nothing, Pike yells, “Back to higher ground!”

You glance at Bellamy to judge his reaction, looking over just in time for him to pull Pike’s pistol from his thigh holster and point it at the man. “Drop your weapon!”

“What the hell are you doing?”

Bellamy’s command is so forceful it makes your brows lift in surprise. “Drop your weapon!”

To your right, you see Gillmer turning towards Bellamy, lining up his gun, and you channel all of your force into your hands and hit him in the stomach. While he’s still caught off guard by the move, you hit him hard in the head, splitting your knuckles, knocking him out the way Lincoln showed you. You pull your gag from your mouth and turn to look at Bellamy. 

“We bring you Chancellor Pike of the Sky People!” Bellamy turns to look at his sister, who is still taking everything in. “O, translate.”

She slides her gag from her mouth, and yells, “Osir lid yo in Chansla Paik kom Skaikru!”

Pike glares at Bellamy. “You've killed us all!”

Bellamy ignores him and tells Octavia, “Take him and lift this blockade.”

“Teik em in, ban disha treibloka we!”

All of the guards that are still standing in between your group are shot down, killed with arrows. As they hit the ground, Grounders come towards you from all sides, dropping from the trees, materializing from the bushes, slipping from their camouflage hiding. Octavia leans down and pulls a knife from her boot, one they clearly forgot to take from her when they took your weapons, and she turns towards Pike. 

You realize what she’s going to do and you step towards her, but Kane beats you there, pulling the gag from his mouth to say, “Hey, hey, no. The Grounders are gonna need him alive. They didn't get justice for Finn, so we won't get away with that again.”

Pike, who must have been listening, turns to Bellamy, ready to take his gun. “In that case-”

He is cut off by an arrow flying towards him and lodging into his shoulder, knocking him to the ground, and one of the Grounders descends on him and knocks him out. Four men walk to Pike and each of them grabs one of his limbs, as Kane tries to follow. “Where are you taking him?”

“To the new commander.”

“May I join you?” He pulls up his sleeve, revealing the mark of the coalition. “We're the thirteenth clan.”

“Don't slow us down.”

You step up to Kane and grab his arm to stop him. “Are you sure? We know nothing about the new commander.”

“I'm sure. Go home, tell our people what happened here. Tell Abby…” He trails off, trying to find the right words to say, before shaking his head and giving you a small smile. “I'll look out for Clarke.”

You nod, and he surprises you by stepping forward and pulling you into a hug. It’s quick, almost like he’s embarrassed he even did it, so you smile at him when he pulls away, letting him know you didn’t mind. “May we meet again.”

“May we meet again.” He turns to follow the Grounders, but as he passes Bellamy, he stops. “Did you do this for them? Or because it was the right thing to do?”

“You're welcome.”

As Bellamy tries to walk away, Kane grabs his arm to stop him. “It matters. Until you see that, you'll still be lost.”

You see Bellamy’s jaw clench, before Kane lets him go and turns to leave with the Grounders. Monty is standing nearby, staring down at the dead guards, and Bellamy stops at his side. “My mom turned me in.”

Bellamy glances over at Octavia, and then you. “You're family. You'll work it out.”

Before anyone can say anything else, you hear a groan from the body near your feet, and look down to see Gillmer waking up. Octavia closes the space between them and lifts the knife from earlier and plunges it into his chest. He groans, struggling to breathe for a second before his head lulls to the side, and he takes his last breath. Octavia looks up from his dead body, and you follow her vision over to Bellamy as she mutters, “Jus drein jus daun.”

Blood must have blood. It takes you a second to remember that beyond Gillmer’s usual asshole behavior, he was one of the main guards that threatened Lincoln, and he was the guard that threw a rock at Lincoln at the memorial. You look down at his dead body, and feel no sorrow, glad that he’s gone. 

Octavia wipes the blood from the blade on Gillmer’s shirt, before holding it out to you. “I believe this is yours.”

You finally realize that it’s your Grounder knife, the one the guards took from you when they arrested you. “Thanks, I was wondering if I’d get it back.”

She kneels down and starts stripping the guards for gear, and you grab the holster from Gillmer’s thigh for your knife. As you strap it on, you glance at her. “Wait, how’d you get it?”

“It was on Bellamy when I searched him.”

You hum, but say nothing else, just kneel down to help Octavia take anything useful off the guards. Later, after you distribute the gear between you, Bellamy, Monty, and Octavia, you’re walking back towards the cave, ready to tell the others what happened. Bellamy comes up to walk with you as you lead the way, and you walk side by side in silence for a while, before you finally ask, “Did you only do this for us? Because Kane’s right, if you still agree with everything Pike did and you’d do it all over again, you’re still lost.”

“I didn’t agree with everything he did. I didn’t want to kill the wounded when we went to that army, I saved Indra’s life, I protested the attack on the Grounder village, I spoke up for you and Kane after your sentencing. I came to Octavia to save your life.”

He whispers the last sentence, and you’re reminded of his conflict, and all the times you’ve seen him struggle with the leadership he chose to endorse. You know you should be angry, hold a grudge like Octavia and make him earn your forgiveness, but you don’t have it in you. Not with him, and not after nearly getting executed in the last 24 hours. 

“It’s behind us now. Now, we start over. We’ll fix things in Arkadia and fix our relationship with the Grounders. We can work for peace, real, lasting peace. Build a life and a future that isn’t full of fighting and killing.”

You reach out for his hand, and as you make contact, he pulls away. You look over at him in confusion, and you can see that he’s wound tight, ready to pop. He whispers, “What if I’m nothing but fight? Nothing more than that?”

You shake your head, surprised at the way he twisted your earlier words. “You’re more than that, Bellamy. You always have been. You’re kind, and smart, and strong, and you’d do anything for your people.”And then you see it, the guilt weighing down on him for everything he’s done, the belief that he’s worth nothing more than the fight to survive. “You deserve more than fighting to survive. You deserve peace, too. Happiness. A future.”

“You’re wrong.” He snaps it at you, so fiercely that you feel yourself pull away from him on instinct. He notices right away and his face falls, before he walks away from you in a hurry, dropping back to trail behind the group. 

You glance back at him and then back to the path, nearly at the cave now, and you know there’s nothing you can do at this point. Others will forgive him, some quickly, some slowly, but none of it will matter until he forgives himself. Until then, you can stay by his side, offer your support, and hope he sees that.

-

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Persuasion (Prologue/Teaser)

George Weasley x fem!Malfoy!reader

Description:  Based on Jane Austen’s ‘Persuasion’ , after allowing herself to be persuaded into ending a relationship with George Weasley by her parents, the reader and George cross paths again two years after the battle of Hogwarts and old feelings arise.

Warning: mentions bullying?

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George is grinning at her from across the room, causing her to shift nervously under his knowing gaze. She can’t bring her eyes to meet his, certain it will give her away instantly. To her left, a slimy green potion leaks from the splintered remains of Lucas Richmond’s cauldron and slowly oozes down the side of the work bench. It sizzles harshly as it hits the floor, right at Snape’s feet. (Y/N) busies herself with her own potion as calmly as possible as Snape reprimands the confused Slytherin boy for his stupidity in adding the powdered ginger too soon, causing the potion to explode.

George Weasley isn’t helping her maintain her cool and she scolds herself, usually careful enough not to be caught, especially not by a Weasley. Yet here she is, daring to look up at the prankster, grimacing at the smirk that grows on his face as soon as their eyes meet. The look he gives her has a shot of panic coursing through her veins at the realisation that he certainly knows, he knows and he has the ability to tell whoever he pleases that (Y/N) Malfoy is turning against her own housemates and sabotaging their potions. She quickly dusts the powdered ginger off her robes, hiding the evidence that could link her to the explosion if anyone is to ask. She can deny it and Snape will believe her; it will be fine.

“You will stay behind after class and clean up your mess.” Snape concludes, drawing (Y/N) back to the present. “You will do best to read instructions thoroughly next time.”

“Yes, Professor.” Richmond mumbles.

Snape leaves with one last dirty look to the boy and returns to his desk. The class returns to their potions, excitement over. (Y/N) however, can’t shake the worry, hyperaware of George Weasley’s eyes on the side of her face throughout the rest of the lesson. When Snape finally dismisses them, she’s quick to pack up her things in a desperate attempt to leave before George can corner her.

She’s out of the class and hastily making her way towards the great hall, where the rest of her house will already be sat for lunch and she can blend into the masses again until George Weasley convinces himself he’s made the whole thing up in his head.  For good measure, she ducks down a quieter corridor that’s seldom used by other students but should bring her out behind a tapestry just before the great hall.

“Oi, Malfoy!”

(Y/N) halts with a small sigh, feeling suddenly stupid for assuming one of the most notorious pranksters in the school wouldn’t know of the secret corridors. She turns slowly, grimacing at the sight of him, crooked grin on his freckled face.

“Haven’t you got somewhere to be, Weasley?” She asks sharply.

He shoves his hands into his trouser pockets, grin only growing as he steps closer. She forces herself to hold his gaze, not willing to back down now. The only way forward is to force the Malfoy confidence and threaten him if he dares to tell anyone else.

“Oh c’mon, don’t take that tone.” He teases. “I know your secret.”

“You don’t know anything.” She glares. “So, I suggest you go back to your rag-tag family and leave me alone.”

She turns away again, continuing her journey until suddenly his fingers are wrapped around her wrist and tugging her back, spinning her into his chest. She hits it with a gentle thud and freezes upon impact. This is not at all how this was meant to go.

“Sorry.” He admits, dropping her wrist quickly and stepping back, frowning at his own actions.

“What do you want?” (Y/N) questions with a pointed look after a quick recovery. “I’m trying to get to lunch.”

“We’re just going to pretend you didn’t just blow up Richmond’s cauldron?”

“That was my plan but clearly you have different ideas.” She snaps. “Can we hurry this along?”

He rolls his eyes at her typical Malfoy attitude, but his smirk remains on his face. Her glare begins to weaken as his silence grows and he knows he’s making her squirm. She lets out a soft sigh, foot tapping anxiously in anticipation of whatever he plans to do with this new information. This new nervousness startles him for a second, a glimpse at whatever is underneath the Malfoy armour.

“Why did you do It?”

“Why do you care?” She manages.

“(Y/N) Malfoy is blowing up her housemates’ potions.” He shrugs. “That wouldn’t spark your curiosity?”

He waits expectantly for her best excuse, one that she’s struggling to make up on the spot. Her shoulders drop, another sigh escapes her lips and for a second, he considers that he might be about to get the truth from her.

“I saw him bullying a couple of first year Hufflepuffs yesterday.” She admits.

That takes him off guard, searching her body language for a sign that she’s lying but it’s said with such sincerity that he finds himself letting out an impressed breath. She almost laughs at his expression, the shock. What else had she expected? Malfoys are supposed to do the bullying, not avenge it.

“Really?”

“Hard to believe Malfoys have empathy, huh?” She laughs bitterly. “You can take that information and do whatever you please, but I’ll deny it until the grave. I’m going to lunch.”

With that, she twists away from him, robes spinning out behind her as she walks hastily down the corridor, heartbeat thumping in her ears, not sure what she’s just done to her reputation. He watches her leave, dazed for a moment.

“Wait!”

She grinds her teeth as she turns to face him again before faltering at his expression, teasing look gone and replaced by a slightly reluctant, if not sheepish, smile. His brown eyes are softer, no longer holding their usual mischievous glint.

“You did a good thing, (Y/N).”

She takes a second to replay it in her head, her name out of his lips and how genuine it sounds. She’s used to her surname being uttered in complete disgust, barely flinches when people spit it out as if it makes their skin crawl, but this is the first time her forename has startled her like this and she takes a moment to recover from it, trying to actually remember what he’d said before it.

“Something is got to make up for my surname.” She manages with a shrug. “But, eh… thanks.”

Then she’s gone, disappearing around the corner before George can consider the weight of the statement. He’s left blinking at the spot where she was stood, mind churning with a catalogue of questions that he fully intends on finding the answers to.

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 Authors Note: Wont lie, no idea how to write a prologue... so any feedback would be greatly appreciated. This is obviously just how they met but I didn’t want to put it in a flashback later because i’m scared of writing flashbacks. 

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[strangerivy]

The Beginning - Eighteen

Summary:  Kacy thought after finding out the identity of the Alpha things would start to fall into place and the possibility of a normal life would be more in reach, but as most things now a days turned out she was very very wrong. Peter was going to stop at nothing to get her and Scott to join him.  Warnings: Swearing | Violent Depictions Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x Original Character (Kacy) Genre: 18+ | Fluff | Angst Word Count: 2.5k Author’s Note: Wow, it has been a minute since I last updated. I am so sorry and I feel so bad disappearing like that. Just know I wont abandon this story. it will be finished. Let me know what you guys think and if you want to be tagged for future chapters!

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We got to the School and the lights were all out, we ran through the halls heading for the boy’s locker room. We slid to a stop and Scott was sitting on a bench still in his towel. I could tell by the way he was slumped over that something was wrong, the air in the room was thick.

“Dude – We have a huge problem.” Stiles panted going into the room, Scott continues to stare at the floor.

“Trust me,” He started looking up meeting my eyes, “I know.”

“He was here,” I whispered picking up the scent in the air but there was another all too familiar one mixed with it. I raised an eyebrow in question looking at Scott, trying to not jump to conclusions. “Derek too?” Scott frowned nodding his head.

“He’s with him,” He muttered disappointedly

“What?” Stiles shouted in shock looking up at me and then back at Scott. I stepped forward going over to Scott kneeling down in front of him. He looked up at me but was unable to look me in the eyes.

“What did he say?” I asked just above a whisper, Scott sighed standing up going over to his locker

“He said he wants me to join his pack,” He said but I could tell that wasn’t all, I turned around so he could get dressed, “But he also said, he wants you as well to join his pack,” I sucked in a breath closing my eyes holding back tears that threatened to push through. I felt arms wrap around my body holding me close and I reached around holding Stiles to me just as tight.

“It’s going to be okay,” He whispered kissing the top of my head. I shook my head looking up at him with tear-stained eyes.

“No, it’s not,” I whispered, Scott appeared next to us and we headed out to the Jeep going back home.

I shot up from bed in a panic hearing something on the roof, I looked to the closed bathroom door as I heard Scott’s window slid open. I looked over at the clock that read 4AM in bright red numbers. I groaned throwing the comforter off in a huff a shiver running up my spine at the cold floor. I quietly opened the bathroom door and walked into Scott's room seeing him close his window.

“You know,” He jumped quickly looking at me with wide eyes

“You scared the shit out of me,” He breathed hand over his heart as he tried to calm down sitting on his bed. I waved him off leaning against the doorframe

“I covered for you with mom, you could have used the door for once. You know, like a normal human being,” I looked over at him and he shrugged

“What are you doing up?” He asked

“Trust me, I wouldn’t be if I could,” I glared over at him “Especially on a School Night,”

“Sorry,” he mumbled quietly before getting up and changing his clothes to pajamas. I frowned going over to his bed and sitting down on the end of it. He sat down next to me with a heavy sigh his hand running over his face trying to wipe the exhaustion clear on it.

“How was creepily watching Allison?” I asked with a small smile trying to lighten the mood. He smirked shaking his head before laying back.

“It's not creepy,” He muttered

I  pursed my lips and raised my hand pinching my fingers close together but not quite touching “It’s a little creepy,” I joked raising my voice just a pitch higher, he reached for his pillow tossing it at me, but I was quick to catch it tossing it back at him with a smile.

“Night Scott, or good morning, I guess,” He waved me off before turning his lamp off as I disappear into the joint bathroom and back to my very comfortable bed to sleep for just a few more hours at least.

The weekends quickly became my favorite time of the week just because it seemed to be some of the only somewhat quiet days without any crazy wolf disasters. At least, for the most part. The weekdays however felt like a whole other story but at least it was Friday, and the school day was just a normal day. Which I thanked god for because I had to catch up on so much work before I started to fall behind.

I sat in my room on the bed letting the afternoon autumn sun shine down on my back as I read. I had finished all my homework for the night, so the rest of the night was for self-care. Some very much needed self-care.

I heard someone pull into the driveway and I leaned up enough to look out the window to see Stiles Jeep. He looked up from the driver seat waving up at me and I waved back. He and Stiles got out and head into the house.

I closed my book reaching over to throw on my hoodie as I heard their feet hit the stairs. My door swung open and both Stiles and Scott walked in. I sat on my bed cross-legged smiling up as Stiles walked over giving me a quick peck on the lips before sitting down in front of me.

Scott closed the door behind him going over to my desk pulling out the chair before sitting backward on it resting his arms on the back of the chair. They both looked stressed and I raised my eyebrow at them both. I could tell they wanted to tell me something but were still deciding on if they should or not. I let out a small sigh dropping my head onto Stiles's shoulder.

“What did you do?” I asked looking back up at Scott, Stiles scoffed looking offended

“What makes you think we did anything?” He asked, I rolled my eyes with a small grin

“Because you two always seem to end up getting in trouble,”

“I mean, she’s not wrong,” Scott agreed, Stiles quickly turned his head to Scott with a look of betrayal

“I think we are getting off-topic here,” He said switching subjects, “We followed Jackson today,” I raised an eyebrow looking at the two in question

“I am aware of that, but have no idea why you two did this?” I asked curiously “Does it have to do with whatever happened in the locker room?” Scott slowly nodded his head; Scott did never say what exactly happened in the locker room saying I didn’t need to worry anymore about it and that it would be okay. I called instant bullshit on it but decide it would be best not to push it. Until now that is.

Stiles must have sensed the tension in the room with Scott and me as neither of us could break away from looking at the other. Stiles stood up from the bed leaning down cautiously giving a kiss to my head before standing back up

“I think you two have some things to talk about,” He said heading towards the door, I slowly nodded my head but not breaking eye contact with Scott. “I’ll text you later Kac,” He said before heading out the door. Once I heard the front door shut Scott took a deep breath.

“What the hell is going on?” I asked, he got up from my chair pushing it back to its place coming over and sitting down where Stiles was sitting.

“In the locker room, Derek and Peter showed up,”

“Yeah, I got that much,” I mumbled he looked at me with an annoyed expression

“Will you let me finish?” He asked, I sighed nodding my head motioning him to continue

“Peter wants revenge for the people responsible for murdering his family, Derek’s family,” I nodded softly understanding that much.

“So, Derek joined him?” I asked Scott, he nodded his head, “But who else is left? Hasn’t he done enough?” Scott let out a heavy sigh and I knew I was not going to like the answer

“I think Allison’s family was involved… they threatened Allison, kind of” I shot up breathing heavily as anger rushed through my veins

“They what?” I nearly yelled, Scott was quick to act so mom wouldn’t come barging in, that was the last thing we need. Scott quickly grabbed my shoulders giving them a squeeze telling me to calm down.

“Look, Peter wants us to join his pack because it would make him stronger, and he will hurt the people close to us to get that,” My mind flashed to Stiles's face and my eyes widened in panic.

“That’s why you have been watching her at night isn’t it?” I asked him, he nodded his head, He looked over at my alarm clock checking the time. “Somewhere to be?”

He nodded his head, “Yeah but look, don’t worry Kac. We’ll figure this out.” He pulled me into a hug before getting up and leaving out the door and then out the house towards the woods. I let out a heavy sigh sitting on my bed for a few minutes while I collected my thoughts.

I got up deciding a hot shower would help. A scolding hot shower. I grabbed my phone putting on some music before heading into the bathroom turning it on to get the water going switching the water to the shower from the tub. I paused before switching it back to the tub reaching under the sink for a bath bomb.

I smiled when I found one sitting on the counter. I went back into my room grabbing a couple of candles and my book. I was not going to let this new information ruin my self-care day. I would worry about what to do later. I mean, it is not like Stiles was completely helpless, who obviously knew more than Allison so that helped him, right? Derek would not go that far, a part of him like Stiles a little bit. A small part at least. But Peter, Peter would. He is shown he would that night in the school when he made me want to kill. Everyone.

A shudder ran down my spine that I quickly shook off turning off the water noticing it was high enough now. I dropped the bath bomb in getting undressed and getting into the hot water. I let out a relaxed sigh as I became fully submerged.

I went through a whole playlist before deciding the water was no longer warm enough to stay in. I got out wrapping a towel around my body. The sun was nearly set when I heard my phone go off. I clutched my towel closer going over to see who had texted. Stiles's name shined back.

Come over?

The text read; a small smile spread across my face. I heard Scott get back going into his room as I got read putting on some jeans and a simple t-shirt and sweatshirt. I walked out into the hall coming to a stop as Allison and me almost collided

“Allison?” I asked surprised to see her, she gave a shy smile back “He’s in his room,” I said before heading down the stairs, I heard my mom getting ready for something.

“Mom! I’m going to Stiles's house!” I shouted loud enough for her to hear but not waiting for a response back heading out the door. I quickly got on my bike making the short trip to Stiles house. I got there as Stiles was running out the door quickly grabbing me by my forearm pulling me towards the Jeep making me drop my bike on the lawn.

“Stiles? What the hell?” I asked shooting a glare at him. He opened the passenger side door rushing me to get in. Once I was in, he quickly shut the door rushing to the driver’s side getting in and starting the jeep backing out. “Stiles!” I yelled growing more irritated by his silence and abrupt behavior.

“Peter showed up at your house,” He finally spoke, and my eyes went wide as panic settled in, my heart beginning to race at the thought of something happening to my mom.

“What for?” I spoke quietly trying to keep my voice steady, he quickly turned onto another street and I kept my gaze ahead.

“He’s taking your mom on a date, except it’s not really a date he’s- “

“He’s going to bite my mom,” I interrupted, and he nodded pointing out the windshield. I looked out and there was a car parked and Stiles quickly turned slowing down a bit enough to make the car bounce slightly but not damage the jeep when it made impact with the car.

My mom got out of the passenger side door of the car we hit, making eye contact with my eyes and then looked over at Stiles who instantly put on a surprised face getting out of the car. I opted to stay in the car not wanting to face my mom’s wrath. Peter got out of the drivers meeting my gaze and I glared, and he returned it with a smirk before turning away.

Stiles settled things with the car incident and my mom ended up going back home. We headed back to his house and pulled into the drive putting the Jeep in park. I let out a breath of relief letting my head fall back against the headrest closing my eyes as the exhaustion of the events of tonight sunken. So much for my relaxing self-care night.

I felt a hand grip my shoulder and I turned my head looking over at Stiles.

“Why don’t you stay tonight?” He asked quietly, I looked at him confused

“What about your dad?” I asked looking at the quiet house

“He... he’s asleep,” He said, I raised my eyebrow in question but decided not to question it

“Come on, we’ll put your bike in the back of the Jeep,” I nodded opening the door, Stiles picked up my bike and putting it in the back before taking my hand and leading me inside. He led me up the stairs quietly and into his room shutting the door behind him.

I walked over to the bed sitting down as he went to his dresser pulling out a shirt and some shorts for me. He handed them to me, and I smiled lifting my hand and twirling my finger to have him turned around. He groaned but turned to face away. I quickly changed putting my jeans bra and shirt on the chair before tapping his shoulder to let him know I was done. I back up to the top of the bed getting under the covers as he stripped down to his boxers.

“Can you turn on the lamp?” He asked, I reached over hitting the switch and the overhead light to the room turned off and then he pulled the comfort back slipping in behind me reach over to turn the lamp back off. He kissed my shoulder then neck and then right behind my ear. He wrapped his arm around my waist pulling me closer to him.

“Goodnight,” He whispered snuggling into my hair. I smiled letting myself relax into his hold.

Goodnight Stiles,” I whispered back before drifting off to sleep.

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[all-hail-the-witcher]

lean on me - part 1

hello hello. i am participating in @comfortember and here is my humble contribution! (yes its 4 days late. im sorry theres an election and im in college, ill catch up)

featuring: dagger!jaskier courtesy of @jaskierswolf

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ship: platonic or romantic geraskier and literally everyone else is there too and theyre best friends

genre: comfort and injury recovery 

warnings: hummm, mentions of torture, injury, description of injury, blood (but not much), jaskier kills a bunch of people but its more implied than shown

words: 2905

editing: nah nah nah sister

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Geralt didn't meet him in Vizima.

The man might be a stubborn, dense ass half the time, but he always followed through on his word.

And there was the small, teeny weeny fact that he had been supposed to meet Jaskier a month ago.

At first he thought that Geralt must have been held up by a contract in a different town and would be there soon. But in all his years of traveling with the man, he’s never seen a contract last more than a week tops. And despite all Geralt’s very insistent grumblings that he could take care of himself, Jaskier was worried. And not just oh ho hum this thing seems to be nagging at me, gosh darn it worrying. This was full on, I can’t get out of bed in the morning because I’m so paralyzed with fear and when I do manage that I can’t particularly do anything because my stomach is in knots and my hands wont stop shaking so the only time I'm remotely at peace is when i manage to get an hour of sleep and even then I’m plagued with nightmares kind of worry.

He had started to ask around about Geralt. Poking his nose where it didn't belong was something he was quite good at after all and no one questioned it. But on the 28th day of no news to say he was getting antsy was an understatement. He had half a mind to commandeer a horse and go out looking for Geralt but he could hear Geralt’s voice in the back of his head telling him what a stupid idea that was because 1. Not only did he have any ideas as to where Geralt could be but also 2. He didn't know what he was walking into, and something that could capture a Witcher and hold one was not something he had any desire to cross paths with unprepared, thank you very much.

But then, if Geralt had been kidnapped by someone Jaskier was probably his only hope at getting out. Or he could be bleeding out in a forest somewhere, maybe even trapped in a cave. There was the chance that he had been arrested, but Geralt usually could get out of those situations.

He could also be dead. But Jaskier refused to think about it. Geralt was far too stubborn to die.

He just turned to go back to the inn after yet another day at the market with no news of any Witchers, the White Wolf or even the Butcher of Blaviken (he knew Geralt hated that name but hey, at this point Jaskier would take what he could get) when there were a series of shouts from behind him to “GET OUT OF THE WAY!”

Jaskier whipped around just in time to see a horse barrelling towards him at a full gallop, knocking aside people and stalls like they were nothing. He rolled to the ground and out of the path of destruction, pulling his arms over his face instinctually, when the sounds of hooves pounding against packed dirt stopped suddenly and there was a warm muzzle prodding his arm.

Jaskier peeked up uncertainly. He had definitely done many strange things in his life, but he could honestly say “stopped a horse on a mad death stampede” was not one of them and he wasn't quite sure what to expect.

He looked once, looked again, and then a third time just to be sure because there was no way that this could possibly be “Roach?”

She was covered in sweat, and saddleless, her reins dangling around her neck and she looked slightly underfed which sent fresh spikes of worry shooting through Jaskier’s stomach. Geralt often went hungry himself when the coin was tight to make sure Roach had food. So the fact that Roach was not in her usual top condition was worrying to say the least. He wasn’t sure if he should cry with relief or worry because on the one hand, if Roach was here then that meant she might know where Geralt was but on the other hand Roach was always near Geralt and since Geralt was definitely nowhere in sight that meant that something horrible had probably happened to him and Jaskier knew that he probably couldn’t possibly-

Roach nipped at his doublet sleeves, seemingly sensing that he was distressed. Jaskier smiled tightly and rubbed her neck. “Hi girl,” he muttered. “I missed you too. And while I am very, very happy to see you and even happier that you don't seem in one of your normal murderous moods, I do wish you had brought Geralt with you.”

At the mention of her owner, Roaches ears flicked back and she nipped at Jaskier’s doublet again, stomping her hooves impatiently.

Aha. Maybe there was a reason why Geralt was so partial to his horse. “Roach,” he said very seriously. “Do you know where Geralt is?”

Roach turned and began to walk back the way she came, snorting when Jaskier didn't follow.

“Oh you wonderful, glorious girl!” Jaskier praised, reaching up to grab her reins and lead her away to a stable. “I’m going to give you all the apples and sugar cubes that you can eat!” Roach stayed firmly put.

“Melitele’s tit, you really are Geralt’s horse aren’t you girl?” he muttered. “Look, I want nothing more to jump on your back and go find him. But you know he’d kill us both if we went in unprepared! And besides, you don't even have a saddle. So just give me an hour, I’ll get you into a stall with Pegasus and you can eat something cause you look a little skinny and Geralt would have my head if he knew I let you starve, and then we can go find him, alright?”

Roach gave him what Jaskier assumed was a glare.

“Oh you absolute mule. C’mon, let’s go.”

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[sincerlypadfoot]

StarBright (2)

Word Count- 1679

“So your telling me that I can listen to the meetings but I can’t be part of them?” I questioned looking at Remus crossing my arms angry.

“It’s for your own safety, now please you can have your door open, some of the other kids aren’t aloud going down to so just talk to them,” Remus said hugging me. “Everything is gonna be okay, just it’s not your problem to worry,” He said kissing my head.

“Yeah whatever,” I mumbled turning around and sitting on my bed. “I’ll just listen to some music or something, stay up here and feel useful,” I mocked putting my pillow over my face.

“The world is a dangerous place darling, the meetings aren’t meant for you, their meant for people who would risk their lives for others,” Sirius said stroking my hair.

“You don’t think I would risk my life for another?” I asked not putting my head up. “If it was me and another person, you don’t think I would give that other person a chance to live, you’ve taught me my whole life, told me stories of people that have done that, if it’s what I have to do then i’ll do it,” I stated putting my head up in the air.

“I know you would sacrifice your life for another but that’s not what i’m saying, i’m saying that you haven’t lived your life yet and i’m not gonna send you off into some war where you might lose it before you get to live it,” Sirius said furiously getting off my bed. “We can talk more after the meeting, just don’t try and disturb us please, you’re welcome to make yourself breakfast anytime,” Sirius said walking out, Remus took him into a hug as they walked down the stairs together.

“Daddy issues huh?” George said as both the twins popped into my bedroom. “We hear everything,” He smirked sitting down on my bed. Fred walked to the other side saving room of one another.

“It’s really not a big deal guys,” I mumbled laying back down. “Why aren’t you two down there with the order,” I mocked feeling disgusted.

“Mom wont let us down there, now talk to us,” Fred said flicking my toes making me sit up and look at him angry but got a idea. 

“You should come to Hogwarts next month, i’m sure Dumbledore will let you in,” George said grabbing one of my snow globes and shaking it around.

“Sirius and Remus were the only ones i’ve ever talked to for sixteen years, i’m sure they’ll let me go to hogwarts,” I chuckled leaning over and pressing a button on the snow globe making it change colors. “Remus got me it on my tenth birthday, reminded him of me,” I said watching the snow fall onto the girl who was frozen doing snow angels.

“Hey,” Hermione said standing at the door. “Can we talk?” Hermione asked looking at me then the twins who nodded their heads at each other and walked out, George looked at the rest of my snowglobes then placed the one that was in his hand back onto my shelf.

“Hi Hermione,” I smiled ruffling my hair and pushing over so she could sit beside me. “Your not even aloud to be at the meeting?” I asked in disbelief.

“No, Molly said it wasn’t for me, but I came to talk about you,” Hermione said looking around me room then at me. “Remus told me that you were a werewolf, thats how all this started between you three, he wanted me to come accompany you if you were having a hard time this week,” She said making my face turn red, I looked down to my feet.

“You know,” I whispred grabbing my feet and running my hand down the bottom of them. “The same person who attacked Remus attacked me, it’s how we met, they found me bleeding out on the street outside their house, ever since then us three have been comforting each other with everything, their my family,” I said looking up at Hermione.

“You know if you ever need anything i’m always here, always,” Hermione said grabbing my hand then letting go. “I hear the twins want you to go to hogwarts next year,” She chuckled making me let out a bit of a laugh.

“Yeah but I don’t think Sirius and Remus would let me, with the dementor attacks and everything that's going on, i’m not very sure,” I muttered rubbing my hands together. “I also have terrible social skills,” I chuckled.

“I’ll give in a few words to Molly, she has everyone wrapped around her finger, i’ll see what she can do,” Hermione said kissing the top of my head, I watched her walk out of my room and shut the door leaving me alone. 

“What is there to eat,” I whispred to myself tossing a black sweater on and walking downstairs, the same black sweater Harry had given me a couple days ago when we sat at the doc together.

“Goodmorning,” Harry said watching me walk down the stairs, I flashed him a smile and looked at his face, sweaty and worried.

“Whats wrong?” I asked putting my hand on his face, Harry's face was cold and he flinched when my hand was placed on his cheek. 

“Dementors attacked my cousin and I this morning, it’s nothing,” Harry said wrapping his arms around me. “I missed you,” He whispred in my ear making me smile, I wrapped my arms around him, his body warmed up in a heartbeat.

“You two are getting mitty close,” Sirius said breaking our hug up and standing beside us. “Offly close,” He muttered before Remus could drag him back into the dinning room. Harry and I broke out into laughter, I placed my head on his chest.

“Come on i’ll make you some food you must be starving,” I said grabbing his hand and pulling him into the kitchen. “Fred, George and Hermione want me to go to Hogwarts next month, did they tell you that?” I asked facing away from Harry and opening the fridge.

“That would be nice, we could play quidditch together,” Harry said watching me closely. “Do you know what quidditch is?” Harry asked moving beside me, I placed my wand in the air and turned to Harry as our food cooked itself.

“I’ve heard stories of your dad, and Sirius playing together, the power due,” I chuckled grabbing Harry's hand. “I’ll be right back,” I said kissing Harry's cheek and walking away, I turned around once watching the food cook and Harry watching me, the door to the dining room opened and Remus walked out causing me to bump into him.

“Just the girl I was looking for,” Remus said grabbing my hand. “Do you have everything you need packed for the full moon?” He whispred looking at Harry who ignored our conversation. 

“I know, I always do,” I said back to Remus who let out a sigh. “We’ve been doing this for years, I always know what to do,” I mumbled.

“Then tomorrow night be ready, don’t be sleeping near that time,” Remus said walking passed me and up the stairs. I walked into the meeting, looking at Sirius who sipped his drink and looked at me.

“Hello dear,” Molly said wrapping her arms around me. “What would you like?” She asked causing me to look at Sirius, he looked down at the newspaper that laid on the table, I ignored Molly and picked it up, Harry walked in and sat down, ignoring the rules of not being in here either.

“What is this?” I asked looking at the front page. “Harry your on trial? Dumbledore is being called a liar, I don’t know the man but that's harsh and Dementors are attacking at random?” I asked looking at everyone.

“You don’t need to be reading that?” Molly said taking it out of my hand. ‘It’s just a bunch of nonsense anyways,” She muttered tossing the paper on the other side of the table, I looked around, Fred, George, Hermione, Ginny, and Ron were all sitting down here.

“I thought you guys weren’t aloud to be in here?” I asked looking at Hermione then Molly then Sirius who took another sip of his drink, Remus walked in and felt the tension grow. “Just bullshit,” I shouted kicking the chair infront of me and walking out, Remus followed me out.

“Come sit with us then,” Remus said making me stop from running up the stairs. “If you think you want to know everything then sit with us, meet everyone and listen,” he said grabbing my shoulder, I turned around and looked at him.

“I know what I want, and I want to be apart of this, not to be left in the dust,” I muttered looking at Remus. “I just wanna know whats going on,” I said, a flicker in Remus’ eyes caught me.

“Then come on, come listen,” Remus said walking back to the door. “If you wanna listen then come on, i’m giving you a chance,” He said walking in and leaving me to stand out here. I stayed silent then walked forward and into the door.

Sirius took a sip of his drank when I walked in and pulled out the seat beside him, eyeing down at it. 

“Do you really think its wise to let her in here,” Severus Snape said causing everyone's head to turn at him, his hands raised in the air. I walked to the seat Sirius eyed at and sat down, everything was silent.

“Well,” I mumbled leaning in the back of my seat. “I think I liked my room better,” I said making Sirius let out a chuckle making Remus roll his eyes. Harry picked up the news paper infornt of him and started ready the same article I had read before he walked into the room. Camotion started and I leaned back in my chair and listened, looking at every single person in the room.

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[statticscribbles]

Siren

Supernatural AU! The Coopers and the Blossoms are two of the oldest Vampire covens, when the Lodges, a small but powerful coven enter, and the Southside pack keep the peace; Everyone seems to push Archie Andrews and his budding magic to the side; a mistake with far more deadly consequences than anyone realizes.

Archie wasn’t like Betty, or Cheryl and that suited him well enough, he never liked the idea of hurting anyone, even if Betty assures him they only partially drain willing humans; that it’s nothing more than a bloodbag every few days. Archie refuses to look at Cheryl whenever she glides around them in the hallways. She mumbles under her breath how being a vampire has given her too much fondness for red. Betty prefers pink and Cheryl mocks her for ‘being diluted’ even in colour choices.

Archie doesn’t care enough to entertain the fight; or the half serious flirting and jokes about draining him both ways from Cheryl. Jughead and the rest of the Serpent’s will take care of any real problems; normally the prescense of the werewolf pack is enough to keep Cheryl’s more open nature at bay; and Archie can tell she never really means it; it’s her teasing, a way to show her friendship. Jason Blossom keeps to his sister’s side almost exclusively and Cheryl almost forces him to leave and spend time with Polly; the eldest Vampire from the Cooper’s; both having been matched as partners from when they were created; a truce to calm the tense rivalry that the younger werewolves from the southside can’t handle.

Veronica despite being new to the vampire covens has taken surprisingly easy to the hierachy and truce that the Coopers and Blossom’s formed under the eye of Toni’s grandfather and now FP Jones. Still her parents whisper warnings and assure her to only feed from those they give her. Nobody comment on how desperate they seem to control her, or how obviously she can see through them. Despite the annoynace Cheryl possesed for Jughead and his pack, she made an expception for Toni; the one time Reggie had called her a lapdog in front of Cheryl was the first and only time; it was also the first time Archie had see Cheryl actually using her powers, Reggie frozen stiff as Cheryl seemed to step directly behind him with her speed.

Archie knows not to go down by Sweetwater river, his dad always warns him about the siren’s that will drown you faster than you can blink; and how if they don’t kill you the hidden currents will. Of course he can’t help himself when Cheryl invites everyone down to a calmer part. He assures his dad that with both the vampires and werewolves around there’s no way there will be any sirens.

Archies not sure what’s possesed him but he can’t help sinking his bare feet into the water. “Archie be careful; don’t want to have to explain to your dad why your feet are missing.” Jughead laughs and Archie rolls his eyes. “Nothing’s going to happen Jughead.” The werewolf rolls his eyes lounging on the grass with Betty. Toni and Cheryl are off farther up Archie can’t hear what they’re saying but by how everyone else; gifted with super hearing are grimacing he’s glad. Archie lurches backwards as the figure floats up, the woman with her short curled hair plastered to her face soaked from the current, a dark blue and green cloak blending into the river’s colours she grins rows and rows of teeth shimmer as she hums. Archie nudges himself farther forward sinking up to his knees in the water.

“Archie- Archie be careful-“ Both Jughead and Betty chide him like he’s a child they don’t bother looking up all his movement his splashing in the water; the sounds scaring away anything dangerous they assume. The siren opens her mouth humming once more and everyone moves panicking. “She wants you to sing with her.” Veronica states and everyone shakes there heads. ‘Archie don’t if you-“ They don’t finish as Archie hums back the song she started. She returns it adding more and Archie matches her once again. “Archie you shouldn’t!” He turns slightly; watching Veronica and Cheryl leaning forward, fangs exposed.

“Siren’s are murderers; you can’t Archie.” Betty nods and Archie can feel himself growing tired, her voice is soft and warm. “Archie; come back to the shore.” He nods turning around and everyone waits expecting the Siren to make a grab for him; they reason he’s not far enough into the water. “Stay here.” Everyone freezes turning to the siren who’s voice hisses from disuse. “I can’t.” Archie shrugs looking disappointed and the Siren looks confused. “Please. Stay. Stay!” She claps humming more. “Finish the song.” She hums repeating what he’d just sung to her. Archie shakes his head. “I’m sorry I can’t.” Jughead’s inching closer ready to grab him but the siren sinks under the currents before he can splashing Archie in the face. “Did you just survive meeting a siren?” “I guess.” Archie grimaces coughing. “Did you swallow the water? Archie? Archie!” Jughead growls pulling him up to the shore as Archie hacks and coughs, spitting  blood onto the ground. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah must’ve gotten something in my throat. Weird.” He shrugs standing before he stumbles shaking off the dizziness that cloaks him. “Archie?” He can hear Betty’s voice but it distorts as if from underwater. “Jughead do something!!! He’s not breathing” “I can’t! One of you should bite him! We can’t make it to the hospital and-“Archie grimaces turning back to watch his friends crowding around. “I’m fine guys, I’m fine stop-“ Archie watches himself lips blue and he can hear the water swirling in his lungs. He shivers before crouching over himself and nudging his hands into his own.

He wakes coughing and heaving spitting water and bile into the river’s edge. “Fucking shit man. What the fuck.” “Siren’s are magic, she might’ve cursed him; we should bring him to Curdle; so he-“ “I’m fine guys. Seriously.” Archie stands relieved he’s not dizzy. “I’ll let my dad know. I promise and-“ Archie doesn’t understand why his mouth goes dry for a second and when he looks up to see everyone staring at him he frowns. “What?” “You looked like you were about to puke.” “I guess I was?” He shrugs and they let him lay down in the back of the car, Veronica stroking his hair.

“Hey Mr. Andrews.” Archie wakes to hear Betty talking to his father, he peers from the window watching as his father’s gaze travels and lands on him; relief on his face. “Don’t worry Betty I’ll bring him in myself. Come inside; I made dinner.” Archie nods dragging himself from the car. “Dad?” Archie wake in the middle of the night, head pounding, he cringes when his dad turns on the light. “What’s wrong son?”

“My mouth hurts.” “Your mouth?” Archie nods before he coughs, cringing and hacking as he leans over the trashcan Fred supplied to vomit. “Hey it’s okay just a little puke.” “Are those teeth?” Archie jerks back, and Fred pulls the trashcan away before he can say anything. “There wasn’t anything in there Arch; just puke. Go back to sleep.” Archie nods letting himself curl into his bed.

He doesn’t know why he’s being so much of an idiot but he hefts his guitar up and starts the walk down to Sweetwater River ten minutes after his dad turns his light off. He sighs sitting at the river’s edge and dipping his feet in. “I’m sorry I couldn’t stay earlier. I brought my guitar, I don’t know if you know what that is but-“ “Of course I do. Silly boy; you think me so old I don’t know what my very blood is made of?” “Guitars?” Archie frowns and laughs in relief at the laughter that bubbles over his feet in place of the faint ripples as the woman appears once more. “Music; can’t you feel it. Oh, you’re sick; poor little one. Come; the water will make you feel better. Water is healing after all.” “Water is healing.” Archie repeats. He sighs letting the air bubbles float to the surface as he sinks below it. The woman smiles at him grinning and he smiles back, confused when she shoves him to the surface.

“What?” She pushes her fingers to her lips and nudges him to the shore, towards her guitar. “Sing for safety.” “Archie? What are you-“ “Jason?” “Yes I was out for a walk and; are you swimming?” Archie shakes his head cringing as water droplets splatter onto Jason’s white shirt. “I was singing I just-“ “Sing for me then; so I wont be lying when I say it. We both know Cooper’s can detect lies.” “Right vampire super powers.” “It’s just their charm; how Cheryl and I is everyone is fond of us; despite our actions.” Jason grins his fangs flashing. “Sing for my super then. We both know the Blossom’s are too fond of red. You’ve been drained before you know it’s a pin prick.” His grin deepens and Archie sighs, strumming his gitaur.

He’s not sure who moves first; or why but Archie starts coughing he can feel the blood dripping from his mouth and how Jason’s grin vanishes his eyes turning fully black as he scents it. “Jason wait.” Archie reaches back unsure what he’s gripping for but he feels the water’s cool touch and he watches Jason retreat, scowling. “Wait is Sweetwater River actually holy water? Are you serious?” “Running water idiot. It can kill us if we try to move over it.” “Seriously?” Archie can’t help but laugh, his blood drying and Jason returning to normal. “Sorry I don’t normally loose control but-“ “It’s okay redhead; I get it.” Archie laughs. “I can still sing if you want?” “Please do.” Archie relaxes now that Jason’s not going to kill him and he starts to sing; he’s not sure what he’s singing only that the way it reverbs in his chest and through his own nerves is probably more calming that necessary. He looks to see Jason swaying before he hits his knees on the ground.

“Jason?” Archie watches as Jason stands and nudges Archie, sitting at his feet leaning his head on Archie’s knee. “Sing more.” “Uh okay, can you move? It’s a little weird to.” Archie nods when Jason lifts his head. Archie continues singing watching as Jason seems to look almost sleepy. While Vampires don’t need to sleep he knows they can; and he wonders if maybe they need music to go to sleep. He continues singing, finishing the song and smiling when he can hear clapping, he steps back towards the river nodding to the woman. “You’re untrained.” “Yeah I’ve never gotten lessons or-“ “No untrained.” Archie frowns. “Yeah I know I’ve never- “Archie frowns when he can feel water dripping on his neck; he swats at the woman’s hand confused when there’s nothing there. He steps from the water, back towards Jason and his chest aches.

He returns too often; he knows this. Jason does not bother him and neither does anyone else he wonders if the river is warded to keep people away; and his lack of magic is what allows him to be so near it. The siren appears to him often, talking and mumbling coaching him to sing and he slowly finds himself not fearing her; not that he ever thinks he did but it’s no longer fear when she does not appear, there’s no relief when the water ripples he can sense her, the thrum of her song mirrored in his own heartbeat, in the way the river sings back to him.

It takes him two weeks to notice the dampness first. How his clothes always feel slightly cold, slightly wet as if they haven’t dried fully. It’s Toni who points out if he’s feeling okay and he nods, wiping what she thinks to be sweat from his brow; he knows its just river water, he can’t recall the last time he went swimming but he reprimands himself for doing it so close to school.

When Sweet Pea punches him he’s not sure what to do, how his body reacts automatically spitting blood and then hissing in anger. He can feel the sound, the notes of fear bubbling from his chest and when he looks to Sweet Pea he finds the werewolf looking away. He’s humming under his breath noticing everyone moving closer to him ; he notices how they move away once he stops.

He pukes twice more, once in the school bathroom, watching a handful of teeth swirl down the drain; when he rushes to the mirror to check he finds rows and rows of sharp needle like teeth growing from where his human ones once were. His dad doesn’t say anything after the nurse calls, he doesn’t say anything when he drives them down to Sweetwater and Fred seems to physically grow sicker and weaker as they walk towards the shore.

“Dad?” “I’m fine son. I’m fine.” Archie can hear laughter but as his dad follows him down it turns into sobbing. “No! Leave, leave leave!” “There’s no need for that.” Fred hisses between clenched teeth and Archie watches confused as blood seeps from his side. “Dad?” “Just an old wound nothing.” Archie tenses he can hear movement;  and he watches the Siren moving on land. “You can heal him right? Like you fixed me?” “Nothing was wrong with you. Come, we can try.” Archie follows nervously and watches as the water seems to wind up his fathers side. “I’ve done what I cant but he’ll have to go to Curdle to be fixed.” “Okay we’ll go now and-“ “Oh no dear one; you don’t leave.” “No but-“

“Archie; you didn’t think he’d be healed for free did you?You have to stay; you must.” ‘But I; you said. Please; he can’t get there on his own I have to-“ “No.” Archie glares at the siren snapping his teeth and hissing; the siren looks mildly impressed but uninterested as he quiets. “That was a cute attempt but nothing worthy of barganning.” “If you let me take him I’ll come back. I swear I –“ “And how do you think I ended up trapped here in the first place? Letting someone chain me to the river.” “As you would do to me?” Archie snarl and the siren smiles. “Of course; your father and I have shared custody after all; and you’ve missed so many vacations.”

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BTS Caretaker CH31

Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?

- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)

- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au

- Word Count: 4,782

- Author Note: Happy new year! the beginning of the year has always been crazy, hahaha sorry for late update~ my goals are still similar, to finish posting BTS caretaker before 2021 endss. stay safe everyone <3

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Chapter 31

“Nuna!” Hoon announced while making his way inside the shop with a bright smile. “You seem happy” Seul popped out behind the counter with a huge smile. Wongeun looked at Hoon quizzically, from the corner of his eyes he caught a glimpse of giggly high schoolers swooning over the young man in front of him.

He let out a small chuckle “Someone earns bunch of fangirls” Seul followed his gaze and cringed instantly at the sight.

“What is so good about Hoon?” she slanted a look his ways and found him frowning as he gazed up Seul’s face. His eyes narrowed as he sneered sarcastically “Do I need to remind you I appeared in a show which is insanely famous with bunch of other good-looking men on planet. Technically, I am a celebrity now” Wongeun stared at him in amazement, more like because of Hoon’s confidence.

“Celebrity my foot. The only good-looking about you is your smart brain. Drinks?” she repressed her giggle watching the younger guy pulled a long face, looking petulant. “Mango smoothies. Your treat” he trailed off to his seat before his sister could protest.

Wongeun nudged her, laughing heartily “I wonder where he got that attitude, he is a male version of you” she had a dissatisfied look on her face, and he couldn’t stop teasing her until she had enough. Seul ditched Wongeun and prepared Hoon’s drink as she was excited to hear the good news from him.

She prepared the drink with extra care and love knowing how things had changed between them. These days had been nothing but rainbows. Hoon opened up to her more, and they learned how to respect each other. That was more than enough to foster this relationship.

“Boo!” Hwasa came up behind her unannounced with hope to startle the girl, but only to get twisted on ears by Seul. “Ow, Ji Seul! You, horrible woman” she swatted her hand, rubbing her ears with a slight pout.

“That is what you get for fooling around like a kid. Why are you late today?” she pressed.

“There you go acting like a mom. I had to submit my final project. I will take over the night shift today, so you can head back early to meet your oppas” she was teasing Seul, wiggling her brows up and down.

Seul rolled her eyes at her “Meet my my oppas” she mirrored her making the latter to throw a nasty glare. “The only oppas that I approve is Jeon Jungkook, have you made up your mind yet?” Hwasa’s question paused her beating heart. It continued to pump not long after a little quicker and wilder than earlier. She was affected by it though she tried her best to get used to the fact that there were men lined up behind her.

Clearing her dry throat, she placed the drink on the tray along with a plate of brownies. She avoided her best friend wary glance, just when she thought Hwasa finally took her discomfort seriously, the girl spoke up again. “Lucky woman. You have Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around your little finger. You are basically living the dreams of every girl on planet” she pursed her lips.

“You don’t need to emphasize my small fingers. Gosh, if and only you know how hard it is to deal with those hormonal men” Hwasa choke up as her ears caught the last phrase clearly. She let out a high pitch squeal surprising everyone in the shop. Panickily, Seul covered her loud mouth with her hand hushing her down.

Hwasa was exaggerating her reaction which annoyed the hell out of her, “Oh my god, what do you mean by hormonal men? What did they do to you?” her voice was muffled underneath Seul’s palm. She pulled away her hand, glaring at her best friend signalling her to stop asking questions. To her dismay, questions after questions came from her without stop.

“Did you do it with any of the members?”

“If yes then who?”

“Goodness! Could it be Min Yoongi! I knew it since he is the most aggressive one!”

“Wait-Wait could it be Jeon Jungkook? He may be innocent, but I wonder what is hidden under those shirt”

Seul’s cheeks reddened like a ripe tomato as Hwasa continued to harass her mind with those wild imagination “Yah! It is not like what you think. Stop stop, I am getting dizzy. This is not working. Our conversation ends right now. Cover for me, I need to talk to Hoon” she shook her head and flee from the scene before her precious best friend explored another topic to annoy her.

Hwasa gawked in disbelief watching the girl disappeared from her sight without giving her any answers.

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“Guess what!” he clasped his hand, resting his elbows on the table. Seul scrutinized his face with a questionable look “You got dumped by a girl?” he reached out and flicked her forehead earning a nasty scowl from the girl.

Hoon frowned “No, you silly! Remember I went for an audition today?” he chortled excitedly.

“So, you got kicked out before you could even open your dirty mouth?” she joked.

Gasping dramatically, he placed a hand over his chest as if he just got shot by a bullet “Of course not meanie! I got in. Well, not officially as a trainee but I passed the first and second stage. Next month, I will be meeting them again for the final stage” Seul smiled fondly at her brother. He continued to share his story and his face lit up with a bright smile.

Just seeing the smile on his face was enough to keep her satisfied for the rest of her life. Hoon’s happiness meant the world to her. “Are you happy Hoon-ah?” he nodded without any hesitation.

“Then that is enough. As long as you are happy, I will always be with you. I promise..” she brightens her smile, grasping his hand in hers.

His large hand began stroking hers “Thank you nuna for having a faith in me. I will not waste this opportunity and make you and mother proud! Oh, by the time I become a big star like BTS, I am hiring you as my personal caretaker. You can quit your job at BTS” he cracked a silly grin.

“I am so not babysitting you Ji Hoon! Ew, that sounds torturous and hellish” she cringed at the thought.

“It is not that bad. I am your brother, so it is better to look after your own flesh rather than strangers. Wait, don’t tell me you are dating one of the members since you seem reluctant to leave them?” his eyes bore into hers, mentally judging his sister.

“Are you here to pick a fight? Don’t you dare to have those wicked ideas in your head. Now finish your drinks and brownies, I need to work” she whacked him on the back of his head making the latter to hiss in pain.

“What is that for?! I am stating the obvious! Just so you know I like someone dependable like Jin hyung or Namjoon hyung to look after a clumsy woman like you” rubbing his head, he pouted slightly.

Seul gritted his teeth “What is with everyone invading my personal life?! You and Hwasa need to mind your own business, my god. Give me a break will you!” she leaned back into the seat and squeezed her eyes.

She waggled at his direction, gesturing the innocent guy to leave “Don’t stay, you only bring more harm than good. I will pack your brownies and enjoy it at home instead. You’re giving me a major headache” she massaged her temples, groaning lowly.

“Yah you evil witch! I am still your customer. Should I report you to your manager?”

She rose out of her seat, shooting daggers at his way “You don’t even pay for your drinks. Get ready to leave, Ji Hoon-ssi” Hoon pursed his lips before muttering something just to annoy Seul again. “If you don’t want Jin hyung or Namjoon hyung. Yoongi hyung would suffice. He is a cool hyung.” she walloped his head again, cussing in her head.

“Ji Seul-ssi that is rude!”

“You deserve that”

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When the clock struck six, Seul’s shift ended and she was ready to meet the boys at their dorm. They spammed their group chat in the last two hours with tons of selfies and irrelevant messages just to get her attention. Scanning the messages briefly, she scoffed at their childishness and shoved her phone inside her sling bag.

She fixed her hair one last time before heading out, bidding farewell to her fellow colleagues. Wongeun who noticed her presence at the counter, stopped whatever he was doing and shifted his attention on her “Do you have to work again after this?” his eyes disappeared as he smiled.

“No, I am meeting my friend. Are you staying until the closing?” Wongeun pressed his lips, glancing at the round clock on the wall. “Seems like it. Our boss plans to pay a visit” her mouth agape in horror.

“Oppa! Why didn’t you tell me that our boss is coming? I can’t leave if he is planning to come. Would it be rude to leave since this is his first time visiting us?” out of habit, she chewed her nails and started to freak out.

Wongeun chuckled lightly “You are overreacting. That old man doesn’t even know who is working here, all he knows is the number of the employee. Don’t worry, your shift already ends. You don’t need to stay though. Enjoy your time with your friend” Seul stared at him suspiciously.

“But, what if he is not in a good mood and-“ the tall guy cut her off once again, chuckling softly. “That won’t happen, can you just leave peacefully and stop worrying about him” he said firmly.

Placing the dry dishes on the island, Hwasa nodded in agreement “We will handle him. Go and meet your oppas. They must be waiting!” Wongeun crossed his arms, gazing tenderly at Seul.

“Oppas? How many oppas that you have which isn’t me?” she let out a tired sigh, glaring at her best friend who had put her innocent façade. Sneaky woman.

“I am not going to have this talk again. Hwasa if I hear you spread another rumour about me, I will strangle you to death. It is a promise” she said, exchanging a hard stare with her. “I will see you guys tomorrow. Have fun meeting the boss. Take photos for me, bye!” she winked cheekily, making her way to the entrance.

Seul bumped into someone as she got close to the entrance and looked up into the stranger’s eyes. To her distaste, the stranger is not really a stranger at least to her. She remembered those eyes. Her mind and body froze suddenly. Every muscle in her body tightened as a flash of memories gushed in her mind. It was him.

She could tell his eyes flickered in amusement and confusion. He had aged since the last time she saw him. His face got thinner, there was an obvious wrinkled at the corner of his sharp eyes, but she remembered those cruel eyes. The evil eyes had thrusted into her iris causing her to squirm under his cold gaze.

Her face contorted in pain and disgust. She felt the need to escape from this place immediately, or else the horrible memories might come attacking her again. This time there’s no Jin’s kisses to save her.

His hands almost rested on her body but shield away before they could. He gazed at her with heavy eyes that gleamed darkly “It has been a long time” this man’s voice disgusted her and sent chills down her spine. How was it possible to meet him again after years?  

Seul clenched and unclenched her fists. Seul’s silent treatment caused him to frown in disapproval. He disliked her coldness and rudeness. “You never change, I can see..” he sneered with a smirk.

Fighting dizziness, she managed to get back her sense and walked pass the man avoiding his fiery gaze. The only thing matters right now was to escape from this evil man. She would not allow him to control her life or worse claiming her as his. Wongeun and Hwasa were left in daze as they watched her figure disappeared from their vicinity.

Realizing that he had been staring way too long at the older man, Wongeun gathered his thought and hurriedly welcoming the man, forcing a smile on his face “Good evening Sir” Hwasa eyes widened upon hearing the greetings. Her body automatically bended over into a deep bow mirroring Wongeun, showing respect to their employer.

The man moved his eyes down scrutinizing the young man before him as he finally straightened up “The young lady just now, is she one of the employee here?” his questions startled Wongeun.

“Yes, Sir! Ji Seul has been working here for two years. Please forgive her cold demeanour, she has no idea that you will be coming. And, she doesn’t know you are the owner” said Wongeun. He sounded like he’s pleading the old man to spare Seul’s life.

A small smirk edged the corners of his mouth “Interesting. Let’s get back to business. Bring out the annual report” he ordered.

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7 Years Ago

Scanning the dark room, Seul squeezed the hot tears out in despair. She had tried to open the oak door using every ounce of her strength. Unfortunately, it came to no avail. There was no sign of Mr Kwon coming to mentally and physically tortured her today.

Every day was hell.

She suffered an intense psychological harassment, which drained her energy.

The cruel man would tie her up to the bedpost leaving her only in her undergarments. He would use different toys or equipment just to torture her. To see her body squirm and writhed under his touch was driving him up the walls. Even so, he had never go beyond the boundaries. As much as he wanted to take her in that manner, yet he had a better plan for the young girl.

He must make sure she’s ready to receive him.

He liked it raw and rough, so he cared of her ability to take him in fully one day.

And, that one day happened to be sooner than he thought.

He was satisfied with his work of art, Seul was not an easy girl but she handled the torture so well which made him even more eager to taste her.

Mr Kwon was not a normal paedophile but a sadist. He was sick in the head.

The sound of the door opening made her squirm in fear, she backed away, until her back hit the brick wall. She shuddered as she heard the faint footsteps approaching. Seul couldn’t feel her body anymore knowing what would happen to her in a minute.

The usual torture.

The usual pain.

She collected her knees to her chest, burying her face in her knees and started to bawl her eyes out. Screaming in her head, she wanted to push the old man away from her only with her powerful screaming. How she wished it worked that way?

The man kneeled in front of her, oddly he didn’t smell reek alcohol and tobacco. That was very unusual since she was used to his dirty scent. She could tell from few feet away with her eyes closed with a mere smell. This time around the person in front of her showed no sign of Mr Kwon’s signature smile and horrible breath.

“Hey..Are you alright?” at the sound of his voice, she lifted her head with an effort. Tilting her head confusedly, she stared at the individual in bafflement. He looked around his age with his cute bangs almost covering his eyes. For some reason, he gave away some kind of glowing aura that made her feel secured and safe.

The young boy spoke up once again garnering her attention “You are Seul right? Are you okay? Are you hurt?” he reached out to touch her arms but watching her flinched and ducked away from his touch, he murmured a soft sorry.

“We have to get you out from here. Can you trust me?” she averted her gaze and shook her head like he expected.

He sighed softly “Look, Mr Kwon is my uncle. Yeah, I know I have a bastard uncle.  Hell, he is not even my real uncle but a week ago, I saw him brought you in. I thought he finally adopted a kid from the orphanage, but I was wrong. I..watched how he tortured you every day. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I planned to save you from this house. Trust me, I don’t like him either. If there is one person that you can trust in this house, then it is me. I will help you to escape” as soon as he began to talk of this, her lips trembled, and her tears began to fall.

“Seul.. please give me a chance. I can help you. I can help your mother and your brother. Your father won’t be able to bother you anymore”

Seul croaked “H-ow.. you find out about my family?” she shifted her gaze away from her afraid this was another way for the old man to fool her.

“Let’s just say. I.. pretty much spied on my uncle. I went through his office, I saw the contract that he made with your father. I knew about his money issues that he sold you in exchanged of freedom from his debt. I am sorry Seul that you have to suffer this way, but I am here to help. Trust me please. We don’t have much time..” he muttered desperately as he eyes darted at the door in case his evil uncled made an appearance there.

Seul bit her chapped lips, feeling remorseful at this sudden appearance of her knight and shining armour. She had nothing to lose anyway.

Reluctantly, she nodded weakly “Okay. Let’s go! He will be back in 10 minutes. I managed to distract him for a bit, so I can sneak in. Brace yourself this escape will be nasty” Seul blinked her eyes cluelessly watching him grabbing clothes from the closet.

He bended forwards and whispered “Can you stand?” she palmed the wall behind her for support as she pulled her strength to stand on her own feet. The latter flashed a quick smile and helped her to put the grey sweater on.

Reaching out to her hand, he interlaced their hand together. She flinched at the contact of their skin and looked up at him with a glint of hope. Their gaze locked, and he gave her an assuring smile “Let’s go Seul” Seul nodded obediently following his every step, exiting the dreadful room.

I will trust you. I will follow you. Seul chanted in her head encouraging herself to do this without regret.

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Present Day

There was no text or call from Seul causing the boys to have cold feet. They had planned to watch movies together with Seul before they flew to Japan tomorrow. God knows when they will be able to meet her again once the tour starts.

Jimin had brilliantly suggested to have a movie marathon today and thankfully Seul didn’t have to serve her usual night shift.

8PM.

9PM.

12AM and there was no sign of Seul.

Tired of waiting, some of the boys ended up falling asleep on the couch whilst Jungkook stayed up waiting for her arrival.

He tried to reach her numerous times, yet it brought him straight to the voicemail. Yoongi sat up groggily and his eyes landed on Jungkook whom looking anxious at the corner “Any news from Seul?” his rough voice brought the maknae back to reality.

“Still can’t reach her” his lips emitted a heavy sigh.

Yoongi glanced at his phone “It is unusual for her to leave us hanging without a text. Don’t worry she will be fine gukkie, something must come up. Head to bed. It is late” he stretched a little, running his hand to his sore back.

Jungkook smiled meekly “Hyung, sleep in your room. I will clean this up and head to bed right after” he stood up from his seat with distressed face. Yoongi bid him a goodnight and went straight to his room though deep down inside he’s worried sick of Seul. The least that he could do was to be optimist about the whole thing. She is a strong lady, nothing would happen to her.

 Seul wandered aimlessly around the city dragging her soulless body to find peace. An escape from this awful reality is all she needed. Recollecting the memories back only to pain her even more and it reopened the wounds. She had somehow ended up in front of Bangtan’s apartment, with a single move she will be reunited with the seven sunshine.

It dawned on her, that she was in no place to burden them with her problems. They had enough things to deal in life. Her hand curled into a tight fist, as she turned her heels to leave the place right way.

This wasn’t right.

She shouldn’t come here.

She must go.

“Seul…I know you will come” she heard her name being called. Seul turned around to find the owner of the voice stood at the entrance handsomely in his oversized white tshirt. Just when she assumed her world was dark and loney, there were Jungkook presence radiating love and grace transported her to a higher place called, hope.

He closed their distant, looking at her confused “Seul.. Where were you? God, you are worrying us” Jungkook’s voice rang in her ears, weakened her knees. The young man noticed her puffy eyes, and his brows furrowed in concern.

Giving her no time to respond, he inquired “Have you been crying? What happened baby?” he reached his finger to caress her wet cheeks. Little did he know, his little action made her to cry her heart out again. This emotion is overpowering her. She couldn’t handle it.

His eyes rounded in sheer surprised, and like a reflex he wounded his arms around her tight, embracing the girl closely. “Baby, what is wrong” he whispered. Jungkook lower down to match his height with her, running his hand up and down on her back. He hummed softly to calm her down “I am here. It is alright” her body trembled due to the intensity.

Sera ran his finger to his chest, clutching onto his shirt listening to his beating heartbeat. They stayed like that for a while, embracing each other before Jungkook led her inside the apartment quietly. The couple reside in his room, while Jungkook went out to get a warm drink for Seul.

He came back few minutes a later with a cup of warm water which she gladly took and gulped it down in one shot. Jungkook chuckled lightly and place a gentle kiss on top of her head “Cute. Now mind telling me, what happened to you?” she looked down, feeling the sadness came creeping in again.

Jungkook took her small hands in his, as he stroked it affectionately “Look, I wont force you to tell me if you are not ready. But, I will always be here to listen to your worries. Tell me whenever you are ready. Don’t bear the pain alone, it is meant to be shared” he tucked the strand of hair behind her hears.

She looked sadly at him, and mumbled “Will you listen to me till the end? Will you promise me that you will never hate me?” the despair and sorrow in her eyes were evident making the latter to frown in his seat. Just what happened to her that she looked this soulless?

He pecked her lips, smiling genuinely “I promise I will listen to you till the end. It is impossible to hate you Seul, I am listening” he stroked her hair, admiring her feature. She took a deep breath before finally revealing the pain that she kept to herself for years. Seul spoke to no one about her dark past making Jungkook as the first outsider to know about it. Telling him this was not easy but seeing how Jungkook would listen attentively to her story, with unreadable expression, Seul mustered up her courage until she reached the end of it.

“I…am not the girl that you think I would be Jungkook”

There was a long pause and silence, a cold silence. Her stomach sank. Did Jungkook feel disgusted of her? Dread and fear saturated her sense.

“Scumbag..” he said it at last. “He’s a snobby old ratbag. How could he do that to a fifteen years old girl?! Fuck, if I get my hands on him. I will fucking kill him without mercy” all this time, she never heard Jungkook spouting some nasty remarks and it really scared her to see this side of him.

Seul embraced him out of fear, baffling the furious guy in process “I..dont want to be reminded with this memory. Now, that I met him again.. I am scared Jungkook.. I am scared” she buried her face in his shoulder, damping his shirt with her tears.

“I will protect you from him” he encircled one of his arm around her waist, holding her close to his body. “I vow to protect you, I won’t let him touch even a strand of your hair” his voice was soothing even the promises that he made convinced her that she had nothing to fear as long as Jungkook’s there for her.

“Thank you..” she rubbed her face in his shoulder, leaving a soft kiss on his shoulder blade. He sighed deeply, pulling away from the hug, resting his forehead against her “You have me. No matter what happen, I will never leave you in the dark, baby” he whispered romantically causing her face reddened.

Baby. She made a mental note that Jungkook had been calling her baby for the umpteenth time tonight.

He rubbed their nose together, smiling handsomely which melted her cold heart. Jungkook slowly smiled before leaning down to take her mouth in a soft kiss. It turned passionate as they let their emotions took over. He was ticked off that the old man ruined her life just to fulfil his rotten lust. His sense of responsibility towards Seul thickened. Security and love, that’s what he’s willing to provide for her.

They stopped moving and looked into each other’s eyes. He rubbed his nose up against hers, blowing wisps of hair from her eyes before he moved in again. Jungkook gave her waist a deep stroke and dropped his head forward, moving swiftly and capturing her bottom lips devouring her sweetness. This time the kisses were not slow, they were hard and hungry.

Their lips moved together, overlapping each other’s. He pushed her body lightly onto the soft mattress, as he hovered over her. Seul moaned into the kisses, pulling him closer to her desperate to feel his warmth all over her body again.

His hand roamed down to cup her bottoms, bringing her flush against him. They gasped softly, feeling their body burn up to the sensation. He inhaled her sweet scent and moved to kiss down her jaw as his hand sliding down to her throat, caressing the skin gently.

Jungkook trailed a string of kisses across her shoulder, and inched closer to her neck. Pressing a kiss to her neck, he brushed his lips down over her soft skin drinking in the sweet scent of her. She thought her heart exploded from this ministration.

Seul stroked his chest over the clothes, moving down to his obvious abs. His biceps flexed as she skimmed her hand beneath the shirt, rubbing his hard muscle in the most torturous way earning a low groan from the man. Warmth spread throughout her as he stripped her blouse away, pressing their heated body together.

He returned to love every inch of her skin.

Every tug of his mouth on her sensitive skin sent a sweet spike of pleasure in her.

Jungkook never thought being closed to a girl like this sent wild spiral of sensual magic through him. Watching how she wrecked with pleasure under him, made him wanted to love her all night.

He wanted to make her feel special.

He wanted her to himself.

He wanted her so desperately.

The darkness of the night was not the clean blackness but a thick darkness which swallowed the sound of their desperate grunts.

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[mrmethbook]

             Chapter 2, First test and none of the rest.

WORNING!!!;...THIS POST MAY BE A TRIGGER TO ANYONE WITH PRIOR MATH HISTORY.

Finley after leaving that never-ending situation, Mr. Later tells me to do the usual driving maneuvers. Turn here, turn there, turn around here. 

After all of that, he tells me to drive out of town toward the old drive-in.

Heading out that way, he tells me. “Do you remember when I mentioned (misdirection is key) Bone’s, you’ll hear me tell you such and such is a key. Mr. Bone’s this is one of those times.

These things I tell you are keys to this little big city. Those such and such are like keys on a keychain, there the keys that will open the doors to this dark world.

“I’m teaching you these things to not only keep you safe. But more importantly, in this case, to keep me safe which is always most important. Understand?” He asks.

Do I understand? Fuck yeah I understand, you're talking straight and not all that twisted jib-talk*. I think to myself.

Looking at him I simply nod, then I tell him in an almost mocking tone of voice. “Yeah, I understand there like keys on a keychain, or like tools to use at my discretion.”

“Bone’s I can't stand a mockingbird, I go out of my way to swat the little bastards with my favorite tennis racket every damn time I hear one.” He tells me with a hornet's sting to his voice.

Then after what felt like four hours. But in actual none jib-time* is only a half an hour.

“Pull in the lane on the right-hand side just after the old drive-in,” Mr. Later tells me.

Pulling into the lane I notice a no trespassing sign that reads. IF YOU COME ON MY PROPERTY. I'LL SHOOT YOU IN THE FACE!!!. 

I also notice three vehicles for sale out front by the road. The first one I notice is a rusted out chevy cavalier, the second car is an old station wagon with no front bumper and is packed full of styraphome. Last I see a  

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GMC Vandura A-Team van. It's black and red with the spoiler and everything, the only difference is there are no tires or rims on the van.

The lane is a half-mile off the road, with water-filled potholes, a few left and right turns. Both sides of the lane consist of treelines on both sides and cornfields as far as the eye can see. 

    I hope I never get lost and spun out here. It would be a horrifying labyrinth of lostness.

    The lane ends in what looks like tall junkyard fencing, its twenty feet tall and keeps on going into the blistering horizon.

    Pulling up to the metal fence I look to my left then to my right. All I can see is a twenty~foot wall as far as I can see.

    What in the hell kind of place is this? I ask myself.

    Sitting in the truck waiting for my next order, I notice a big ass pile of pop cans the size of a large dog house. Mr. Later tells me to turn off the truck, I have no idea what's going to happen next.

    “Well Bone’s first things first let's get high, but before we turn the bolts on this monster meth 

machine, I’m going to show you how to make your very own smoking bulb.” He tells me with a sideshow doctor’s demeanor.

    “Have you ever smoked meth out of a light bulb before boy?” I’m asked.

    “I've heard about using a light bulb, personally I've only used aluminum foil,” I tell him with immediate regret because of the look of, You fucking dumbass, is all across his face.

    By the look on my face, I can tell he knows I have no idea why he's making that face for.

    How in the hell am I supposed to know why in the fuck you're making that face for, no ones ever told me about any of this shit before. Of course, I don't tell him this.

    “You fucking tard aluminum foil gives you Alzheimers you dip shit, hasn't anyone ever told you anything before?” The calculative criminal asks me.

    I can tell this is coming from a man with no personal interest and has been in the jib-field* for many man-hours and light-years.

    “Well Bone’s today's your lucky day, I’m going to show you first hand how to make your very own smoking bulb.” The self~made man tells me.

    “Let's get out of the truck. We'll need adequate construction space, we’ll have to use the hood of your truck to complete this unforgettable feat.” He instructs me with an erector set master prowess.

    Getting out of my truck, I walk to the front hood of my S10 truck.

    “This is my M.T.S. Bone’s, or its also known as my mini~twak~sack*. Every Jib~Gyver* is required to own one, they're very important to tweakers all across the land.” Mr. Later tells me while taking off his camo fanny pack from his shoulder, it has pockets all the way around the fanny pack.

    I give him an inquiring look. 

    “This is what I keep all my tweek shit in.” I’m told with lowered eyebrows. ”What the hell else would it be.” He finished with panther in his voice. 

    Standing in front of my truck, Mr. Later perseids to start taking various items out of his M.T.S. 

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He starts pulling out a brand new light bulb, needle nose pliers, salt shaker and one small hand torch. Amongst other miscellaneous tweek-tools*. He lays these items across my truck hood like a surgeon getting ready to perform surgery on his grandmother's favorite poodle.

    “I don't know if that rattle brain of yours can handle any more priceless knowledge Bone’s, are you ready?” He asks me with an all~knowing tone.

    “Yes Mr. Later, I’m always ready to learn, like they say knowledge is power right?” I tell the wisdom maker.

    “That's the smartest thing I think I’ve heard you say, boy.” He tells me with a sly smile across his graces.

    With bulb in one hand and needle-nose pliers in the other, holding the bulb upside down, he starts to tell me. “The first thing I’m going to show you is that you have to smash the dark glass with the side of your pliers when the dark glass is smashed you have to take off the flat round metal tab.”

    “Then use the needle nose part of the pliers to dig out the dark glass, making a circular motion until all the glass falls out, all that should be left is the lighting element that's inside of the glass bulb.” Mr. Later the magician shows me so I’ll wont have to relearn the precious process ever again. 

    At this point, I’m looking at him in awe like a magician's apprentice.

    “Now it's time to remove the lighting element, to do this you have to insert the tip of the needle-nose pliers into the newly made hole, once again make a circular motion breaking the lighting element, Make sure to be extra careful not to break the glass of the light bulb, it's easy to break around the light socket part.” He shows me on the bulb exactly where not to break.

    “Once the element is broken you have to shake all the glass out of the bottom of the bulb when the glass is all out,  there is a wire that is attached to the sidewall of the bulb, use the needle-nose pliers to break the wire-free.” Once again he shows me the wire, he breaks the wire, so I can see it.

    “After the wire is broken, its time to shack out the lighting element. Now for the salt shaker, pour some salt into the light bulb, it won't take much, put your thumb over the hole and shake until all the white coating is off the sides of the glass.” While doing this, Mr. Later continues showing me while he works his magic.

    “If you don't get all the salt out it will leave little black burnt specks inside the bulb when you use it, then you’ll waste your dope.” Mr. Later tells me.

    With mouth dropped I soak up the knowledge like a sponge, lighting the small hand torch he tells me. “Now this is the most important part, the carb. If you want a good blast you have to have good airflow like a fuel-injected carburetor on a 440 engine.” I'm told with precision.

    Putting the opening of the bulb to his mouth. He starts to blow constant pressure into the bulb with his mouth, then he puts the tip of the torch flame on one spot of the glass, making tiny circular motions.” The constant pressure in the bulb and the heat of the flame will pop a hole in the glass after a few seconds.” The glassmaker shows me the technique.

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    After a few seconds, I hear a pop, the hole popped out of the glass like a rabbit popping out of a magician's hat.

    Mr. Later looks over the beautiful bulb for any modifications like a new mother looking to see if she has a six-fingered newborn baby.

    Mr. Later tells me. “Now we arrive at the final conclusion, the most important part, getting high as fuck.”

    “If I’m packing* the bulb your smoking the dope till it's all gone.” I’m told with wide eyes.

    “Of course I’ll be showing you first hand how to properly get a blast from the present past.” He tells me smiling.

    “If you're a fast learner you’ll learn to melt the dope and not burn it up.” I’m told from the criminal savant.

    “You smoke the hell out of the jib* while I go to meet some ignorant fool that's interested in buying one of the lemons for sale out by the road.” He tells me.

    How could I possibly say no to that, free meth, you can count me in.” I think to myself.

    But instead, I tell Mr. Later. “okay sounds good to me. When do I start.”

    “If that's what you want, let's get started.” He tells me while pouring methamphetamine a third the way full in the light bulb.

    “Bone’s I’ll hit the bulb a few times so you can get the jest of this precious process of never~ending endurance.” He tells me while hitting the bulb a few times in a row.

    Each time Mr. Later puff twist, puff twist, then he blows out a cloud of smoke so big I want to catch it in a ziplock baggie to save for later.

    “I'm going to leave you to the jib~vices* while I use your truck to go meet those dumb fucks that want to buy one of my shitty cars.” He tells me more then asks.

     Mr. Later puts away his tweek tools into his M.T.S, then slides into my truck without a second thought.

    Pulling down the lane Mr. Later slows to a stop in front of me. “Hay Bone’s if you get a chance between hits, sort that big ass pile of pop cans into the five~gallon buckets by the fence, if you don’t forget to put the bulb down it will send you into a time warp, Okay?” He tells me pointing at the pile of cans.

    “One more thing, don't let oblivion drag into its undertow of impending darkness.” Then he pulls down the lane humming that song again.

                                                 ~Mr. Later at his finest~

    Pulling down the lane Mr. Later thinks to himself. If this one passes the first test he's lucky he has a strong mind. That's the real test.

    Almost to the front of the lane, he sees a creepy looking van with the front passenger side fender taken off so the tweekers can scrap the metal to buy Mr. Later his L7s*.

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    Thanking to himself. I love a tweeker that will do whatever it takes to get my beans*. It brings warm fuzzy feelings to my heart.

    Parking the truck, Mr. Later sees a pure twack~star* of a sub~human experiment gone way to wrong standing by the rust bucket of a Chevy Cavalier for sale.

    The creature has a headlamp on his head and a bandana covering the lower portion of its face, the scarrow crow of a man has a twack~sack with what looks like tweek~tools spilling out everywhere as he moves. This is all happening right in broad daylight.

    My kind of twack~ien* if you ask me.

    Slick Eddy stops whatever in the hell he was doing, then he walks straight for the truck.

    Slick Eddy yells. “YO LATER IS THIS CAR FOR SALE.” The dumb fuck yells at the top of his lungs.

    “That's what the sign says don't it, you remedial shit.” Mr. Later tells him in a shitty voice.

    Then Mr. Later hears someone yell from the creepy~ass van. “Hurry up, we have to go.”

    “I thought I told you to leave your sideshow of a wife at home you fuck, she creeps me out.” Mr. Later tells Eddy with spital coming out of his mouth.

    “You know how bitches are, they always have to come, or else.” The side-show tells Mr. Later. 

    “I got your box’s*of pseudoephedrine.” ecactuly at that moment Mr. Later cuts him off. “HAY YOU NUMBNUT FUCK, I’ve told you to call them L7s if you can't do that then kick rocks, you none remembering mother fucker.”

    Then Slick Eddy tells him. “Sorry, Mr. Later won't happen again.” Then he asks. “Don't you have a daughter?”

    “FUCK NO I DON'T HAVE A DAUGHTER AND WHAT IN THE HELL DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING YOU SLIMY SHIT!!” Mr. Later yells at him.

    Mr. Later hears the other sideshow in the front seat of the van say. “I told you he doesn't have a daughter Eddy.”

    Slick Eddy turns back around yelling at his fat ass whale of a wife. “Shut the fuck up you fat bitch and quite picking the dogs face, it looks like mutilated monkey meat and your the silverback gorilla, you stupid cunt,” Then she just goes back to picking the dogs face.

    “Eddy put the L7s in the floorboard of the Cavalier. "What you're looking for is in the console of the van, no, not your van you dumb shit, how could it be in your van already?” Mr. Later tells Slick Eddy when he starts for his own van.

    Looking over at Eddy’s van Mr. Later tells him. “Never bring that fat ass whale blubber of a wife here again.If you do I'll shoot her with a harpoon, do you understand me, you creep show?” Slick Eddy’s told by the striking viper that's sliding into the S10 truck.

    Pulling back down the lane Mr. Later hears a dog howling like he just got his nuts frozen to the train tracks. I wonder if Bone’s has sorted and counted the cans if he has I’ll be spunder~struck*.

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When Mr. Later pulls down the lane I look at the bulb in my hand thanking. It's time to find out what smoking meth out of a bulb is all about.

    I start hitting the bulb making sure I don't let the flame touch the glass of the bulb. just like Mr. Later showed me.

    I start puffing and twisting, puffing and twisting, my mind into a stuttering light speed.

    Then finally I look over to notice the pile of smashed cans the size of a large dog house.

    I look at the bulb, then back again, finally it clicks.

    The pile of cans Mr. Later asked me to sort them into the five~gallon buckets while he’s off doing whatever in the hell he's doing.

    Personally, at this point, I don't give two shits. I think to myself. If this is obvilion I’m holding on with my two hands and one of yours, never letting go.

    After two more hits, I sit the bulb down looking at the row of buckets against the fence. There are different kinds of pop/beer cans nailed above each bucket, Coca Cola, Budweiser, and A.&.W cream soda.

    At this point, I start sorting the cans at sub~jib light speed with complete one hundred percent accuracy of three~handed precision, after what felt like five minutes of frisbee tossing, in actuality is forty~five minutes of hindsight what the fucks.

    What in the hell is time when shit is this fun?

    After playing frisbee, I walk over to the five~gallon buckets, looking in them, I realize each 

bucket looks like they have the exact same amount it each of them.

    For just a second’s pause, I think. Is this me looking too far into this hole, the same amount of cans in the bucket thing? I ask myself.

    I start to count each bucket of cans. The first bucket has 23 cans, the second bucket has 23 cans, the third bucket has the same. Why 23 cans in each. I wonder.

   There must be 23 cans in each bucket. I assume.

    Looking up I see Mr. Later parking the truck, the first thing he asks is. “How many cans in each bucket Bone’s?”

    I look back at him with a quizzical gaze.

    He asks again. “Damn it boy, how many canes Bone’s?” This time he asks more intently.

He asks again. “Damn it boy, how many canes Bone’s?” This time he asks more intently.

    “23,” I answer him with a, I know I’m right kind of ring to it.

    Mr. Later strikes back with. “No you fuck 22cans in the fifth bucket, Why didn't you count each bucket, you wanting to get back to your bulb on the brain time?”

    I came straight back with. “Fuck no I didn't count them all, it would have taken too much time from what did you call it, My very own personal downward spiral,” I tell him.

    Mr. Later thinks to himself. This one put down the bulb long enough to sort the cans, just the fact that he put the bulb down means he might just have the right kind of mind for this lifestyle if he's lucky.

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    Mr. Later simply tells me. ”Mr. Bone’s like you told me earlier, without knowledge you have no power of the mind. Is that what you have a weak mind? People with weak minds are something I do not keep around me, or my family, that's for damn sure.” He tells me with a matter of fact tone of voice.

     Family? I wonder.

“Well Bone’s, are you ready for this fractured wonder opera adventure I’m calling a mishap?” He asks me while waiting for my answer.

    “Why not, I like adventures,” I tell him, with the thought of family still spinning in my revolving brain.

    “Boy, this is going to be one hell of an adventure. I can guarantee that.” Mr. Later tells me with his Grinch smile.

    “Get the hell in the truck, I’m taking you in. Not too many make it past the gate, although you may have the right kind of eyebrows to continue on this slaughterhouse adventure of twist and turns you'll never forget in a million meth years.” He tells me with a showmen's smile.

    I start my truck while he opens the gate, then he waves me in.

[carmenlire]

I Miss You Only Sometimes

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“What are we doing?”

Looking up from where he’d been replying to a work email, he takes in eyeliner that’s just as sharp as when they’d first entered the hotel room and can’t help but lift a brow. “Having fun,” he drawls before redirecting his attention back to answering a question about tomorrow’s board meeting.

“Just a little stress relief between friends?”

Without looking up, Alec huffs out a laughing scoff. “Exactly.”

Magnus turns back to him as he redoes his tie. His gaze is direct and part of Alec wonders if there’s a warning lurking in the brown. “And when one of us is no longer having fun?”

“Then we stop,” Alec replies easily enough as he tosses his phone on the bed and stretches before standing and reaching for his own now wrinkled pants.

“No hard feelings?”

Something crawls through Alec’s gut but he nods once, a little distracted, as he sees the time and realizes that he only has twenty minutes to get back to the office before he’s to meet with his marketing department.

“No hard feelings,” he echoes and sets to work on trying to tame his hand-mussed hair.

--

He’s swimming in this feeling, in the warmth that seems to radiate from the man leaning over him, trailing from manicured hands and whispering along his skin with reverent lips.

Or maybe he’s sinking.

Drowning.

He’s overwhelmed and when he feels those lips curve into a wicked grin before biting down on the juncture between his neck and shoulder, his moan is desperate as he shudders in a hold that’s as ephemeral as it is secure.

“Darling, you have no idea what you do to me.”

The voice is hoarse, almost a plea if he deludes himself enough.

Over the rush of blood in his ears, he hears the low words of praise that follow and distantly, he wonders if maybe he shouldn’t let himself get so lost in another body, in this body, but he’s well aware that rules have no business near Magnus.

Not for the first time, he surrenders to the feelings that light up his bloodstream. All he can think of as Magnus digs fingers into his hips, as nails scrape down his side, is that it’s not enough.

He wants everything Magnus has to give and more.

Words slip and he’s perilously close to begging as he arches against Magnus. “Make it hurt,” he mutters and he’s barely aware of Magnus freezing above him, of the way his breath shudders in his chest as he hears Alec’s words.

“Alexander,” he asks quietly and Alec opens hazy eyes to focus on what he wants most.

“Want to feel you,” he whispers, trying to pull Magnus closer. “Want to remember this.”

Alec’s heart is a riot and he can’t catch his breath as he watches the way his confession washes over Magnus. Magnus blinks, trying to regain some semblance of rationality, before his gaze darkens.

Eyes falling closed as Magnus rests a hand over his heart, Alec’s hyper aware of Magnus’s voice and the way it’s tone is promise laden.

“Are you sure, darling?”

Alec’s nodding before Magnus’s is even finished speaking. Something calms in him as Magnus’s hand drifts to lay at the base of his throat. Anticipation makes him lightheaded. Too strung out for more, all Alec can do is repeat his simple request, making sure that they both know what he wants.

“Make it hurt. I like when it hurts,” Alec says again and his cheeks flush at the admission, at the unmistakable thing he wants.

But he opens his eyes to see Magnus looking down at him with what he’d almost call affection, if it wasn’t for the cruel shadow behind his eye.

Alec swallows hard but the tension bleeds from his spine as Magnus nods once and ducks close to lay an innocent kiss against his ear before he murmurs, “Red if you want me to stop, Alexander. In the meantime, brace yourself. I’ll make it hurt so good.”

His body feels too small for the feelings rising in him and, again, Alec wonders if he’s drowning or soaring.

--

His heart hurts but it’s mostly background noise these days. It’s almost impressive, he thinks, that these feelings don’t swallow him whole.

He wonders how many more times he can do this before his heart just turns to ash and blows away like so much dust. He must’ve given Magnus every piece of his heart by now-- he feels empty enough for that-- but goddamnit if he isn’t the idiot that keeps going back for more.

Waving his key card over the lock, Alec takes a deep breath before pushing the hotel door open. If the choice is between carving his heart from his chest to steal a few hours away with Magnus or giving him up altogether, then it isn’t really a choice at all.

However, when he steps into the room, instead of seeing Magnus already in bed or, as he’s wont to do, working on his laptop until Alec arrives, the man in question is standing in the middle of the room.

He looks a little lost but there’s a resolve in the set of his shoulders that Alec’s only ever seen across from the conference table.

“Magnus?”

Turning around at the sound of his voice, Magnus smiles but it’s nothing more than attempt, falling flat almost as soon as his mouth curves.

“Alexander.” Before Alec can open his mouth, he continues, “We need to talk.”

The room cloaks them in silence that’s a little deafening. Alec prepares himself for a long winded speech but he should have known that Magnus would surprise him.

“I think we should stop this, whatever this is.”

A dozen replies spring to Alec’s tongue but only a single word passes his lips. “Okay.”

Looking a little taken aback, Magnus falters for a split second before he raises a single brow and echoes, “Okay?”

Wracking his brain for what he can say-- and there’s so much that he wants to say, all these pretty words about how he only feels alive when he’s with Magnus, about how Magnus makes him want to try something real, about how he likes Magnus more than he should and how he might even go so far as to say he loves--

Well.

Too late now, Alec thinks and surprises himself with just how useless that realization is now, when Magnus has just called this entire thing of theirs off. Alec’s known as a bit of a coldhearted bastard and wryly he reflects that most would probably be surprised at his baser reaction to what’s become the end of his steadiest relationship.

There’s some pathetic sort of irony there, he’s sure, but fuck if Alec can find it right now.

Shrugging, Alec pulls on well practiced apathy and smiles, just a little. “We agreed from the start that we would end things as soon as one of us wanted to. I’ll always respect your decisions, Magnus.”

Nodding once as he parses over Alec’s words, Magnus returns his smile. It doesn’t reach his eyes. “Well, this was easier than I thought it’d be.”

He takes a step toward Alec, toward the exit, and Alec gives him his space, allowing him to pass. Eyes landing on his back, Alec clears his throat just as Magnus steps into the hall.

“Why,” he asks. “Color me curious,” he tacks on coolly, trying to hide just how desperate he is for an answer, for a reason why a chasm is growing in his chest.

Magnus doesn’t look back and the silence stretches until Alec can hear the echo of it snapping. Finally, so quiet that he barely hears, Magnus replies.

“It’s not fun anymore.”

He walks away and Alec’s left in an empty hotel room wondering why the hell he can’t ever seem to get it right.

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He might be a little drunk.

It seems like everything’s come crashing down at once. He’d thrown himself into work since that little scene at the hotel last month but he’s caught up on all of his projects and he was starting to piss even himself off with avoidance.

His apartment is empty and he blames the rain for the way he feels both alone and lonely.

Scoffing to himself, he pours another glass and watches lightning crash against the skyline. He supposes that it’s about time that he had a normal reaction to what was, essentially, a break-up, even if they had never been official.

Maybe he could’ve come clean before the end, maybe if he had told Magnus that things had stopped being fun long before that afternoon, that it had stopped being no strings attached almost from the start, then things could have been different.

Or maybe, he thinks, it’s no one’s fault but circumstance. They both lead busy lives and they’d both agreed at the start that feelings could never come into play. It was Alec’s responsibility to keep his heart in check and his failure to do so has nothing to do with their little arrangement growing stale in Magnus’s eyes.

Frowning into his glass, everything’s blurry at the edges, in the way things only get when Alec desperately, hopelessly, wants to escape.

His head’s a fucking minefield.

Laughing to himself, Alec figures he should probably have his shit together more than he does.

It hits him, maybe for the first time or maybe for the hundredth, that he could’ve tried harder. But then, he’d tried more with Magnus than he had with anyone else and look where that had gotten him.

Maybe he’s just not built for relationships, Alec wonders, and knocks back the rest of his whiskey.

His stomach is warm and it burns all the way down.

He’s never been in love before but he thinks Magnus had to be his first. He’d never cared for someone so much, never wanted to put in the effort that he had with Magnus. He’s not good with feelings that can’t be pinned down but if there was a checklist on How to Know If It’s Love, then Alec figures he’d check most of the boxes off.

A lot of good it did him now.

Taking the evening to delve into these messy feelings that he’d really rather continue avoiding, Alec decides that he’ll pack them back up in the morning. He’s always been good at that, at putting his feelings into tidy little packages and making sure that nothing spills over.

Still, that means he has until he gets to the bottom of this goddamn bottle to try and work through his shit so Alec does what else he does best.

He acknowledges his feelings, labels them neatly, and resolves never to let them see the light of day again.

--

He leans against the railing and watches the water. It’s a calm spring day and he’s alone but not lonely. There’s a comfort to his own company that he’s never found with anyone else.

Alec doesn’t think he’ll ever find this quiet contentment with someone. He’s always been his own best company. A spot of stillness in the city, he sinks into himself with an easy sigh.

Business is good. Life is good.

Things are looking up and as always, it’s upwards and onwards. It’s been most of a year since things ended with Magnus and Alec wonders that it’s like nothing ever happened.

Alec’s life is his own, just as he likes it. No one else has caught his eye and he doubts anyone will.

In the quiet moments, though, it’s easy to get lost in his head. It’s only ever during these little moments of solitude that Alec catches himself thinking what if.

His mouth curves into a smile. It’s a little sad but a part of Alec wonders if that’s just adulthood-- stacking up regrets against reality and finding the balance that lets him manage his sanity.

Huffing out a breath, he watches the river below. Lost in his thoughts, he murmurs, “I miss you only sometimes,” and figures that’s better than most.

It’s only these in between moments that graze over Alec’s idle loneliness.

Alec’s a grown man and his life is as fulfilling as the next person’s. He doesn’t need someone else to light a fire under his ass and complete him.

He figures contentment is easily managed with the occasional lingering thought on what Magnus is doing, if he’s happy, if he ever thinks about Alec with the same melancholic whimsy.

Shaking his head to clear the dismal thoughts, Alec turns away from the river and starts to walk back towards home.

Phone on silent, he doesn’t notice the text message that comes through.

It’s a spark easily snuffed. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s the match that burns the whole damn place down.

I miss you.

#malec fic #my writing #i miss you only sometimes

[bleakcreek]

If it’s almost the end of the year, and we think i can safely say that this has been an AMAZING year for fic in the rhink fandom! there have been so many incredible new authors, on top of authors that have been around for years who are still writing about our boys, and i wanted to give a little bit of recognition to some of my personal favorite fics written in 2019!

i am not in any way implying these are “the best” fics, just the ones that i’ve personally enjoyed. i’m mostly sticking to either completed mutli-chapter fics or longer one-shots, and i’m limiting myself to no more than one fic per author so i spread the love.

without further ado, my (personal) top rhink fics of 2019. (behind a cut, because this post is very long.)

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If You’re Wondering If I Want You To by @ssodangdark Rating: Teen Chapters: 5 Words: 10,234

Summary: “The year is 2006 — you just crafted the perfect away message, The Fray is playing on your clock radio, and you're trying to figure out what band t-shirt to wear to school today. Meanwhile, two teenage boys meet for the first time and navigate their feelings for one another through the songs on one of their iPods.”

this fic is everything you could want in a high school au. it’s sweet, and full of pining, and comes with it’s own built-in soundtrack. i can’t recommend this fic enough. this fic is so sweet, you might get a cavity reading it.

Honorable Mentions: most of em’s other fics are oneshots, so i wanted to feature a longer fic, but i also have to acknowledge her oneshots too! Three’s a Crowd (rhett/link/jessie) and Chris Springs are two of my favorite fics and i would highly recommend reading them.

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Don’t Hold Back by @likeaswitchinheat Rating: Explicit Chapters: 26 Words: 86,501

Summary: “Link has a lot of responsibilities resting on his gorgeous shoulders. It’s Rhett’s job to unburden him of all that. When Link is Rhett’s, he doesn’t have to think about a thing. Rhett will take care of him.”

laika is another ridiculously prolific author, and i’m actually ashamed that it took me until a few weeks ago to read this fic even though it’s been finished for months. this fic is basically half shameless filth and half feelings and angst, which is pretty much exactly what i look for in a fic. 

Honorable Mentions: i absolutely love all of laika’s oneshots, of which there are far too many to name, but i’ll put myself on blast for my particular tastes by giving special mention to Man Bites Dog and Selfie. 

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Candids by @captainsourwolf Rating: Explicit Chapters: 8 Words: 19,635

Summary: “Rhett is a photographer fresh out of SCAD. He lands his first gig soon after graduation, just a simple print ad for a high school advertising their new senior class wear. At the shoot he meets in-demand fashion model Link Neal. It's tense from the start. Rhett ends up being his photographer on most of his shoots, and at every single one Rhett starts a collection of candid shots that he keeps for himself, in a box of trinkets he finds comforting.”

i absolutely loved this fic. i loved the premise, and the slowburn and build up, and the tender longing between rhett and link in this fic. i’m such a slut for pining, which is why this ultimately won out over a couple of elizabeth’s other fics, which are also very good. 

Honorable Mentions: a very close second for this my favorite fic of elizabeth’s was None Like This, but i ultimately had to give it to Candids because i’m a sucker for that softness. Aftercare and hump a little also deserve to be mentioned, too, if you’re looking for oneshots. 

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Rhinestone Cowboy by @soho-x Rating: Explicit Chapters: 15 Words: 26,439

Summary: “If he was honest with himself, he could admit the glamour of being on tour for one of Country Music’s biggest acts had clouded his better judgement. He’d quickly dismissed all apprehensions regarding living in a conversion van for three months, instead focusing on the idea of working a stage during a live show, standing in the wings while country maverick Roy Walker played to crowds bigger than the population of the town Rhett grew up in. It was a dream come true for a small town boy like him.”

this fic hooked me right from the first chapter! i was absolutely in love with the premise of rhett and link as country music stars, and this fic did not disappoint. if you like tender slowburn and pining, you’ll absolutely love this fic. it killed me in the sweetest possible way.

Honorable Mentions: for how recently em jointed the fandom, she’s written a ton of fic! Stolen Moments, No Good Very Bad, #Dormlife, and Only For Your Very Space (unfinished) are some of my other favorites from her.

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Apartment 69 by @apparentlynotreallyfinnish Rating: Explicit Chapters: 18 Words: 86,501

Summary: “Link has it all figured out. He has a plan for his life. He has a nice girlfriend and a nice job and a nice routine. It really doesn't mean anything that sometimes he gets off on watching men fuck each other. He's just curious. But when a famous gay porn star moves next door to him, his perfect plans start to fall apart.”

appa is one of the most prolific writers in the fandom, so it was really hard to narrow it down to just one fic from her. i actually almost put another fic of hers on here instead, but apartment 69 was the first fic of hers that i read, so i felt like i had to give it the edge over incognito if only for that.

this fic had me on the edge of my seat with every update, and it should be a testament to how much i loved this fic that i was genuinely shocked by how long it was, because i could have sworn it was less than 10 chapters. that’s how quickly i tore through it all.

Honorable Mentions: while i didn’t officially include them, i also want to mention her fics Incognito, I Only Want You to See Me (unfinished), NSFW, Wingman, and Let Me Be Your Light, as well as her entire library of oneshots. she is INCREDIBLY prolific so you can easily spend weeks going through her ao3 page and never run out of things to read.

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remember that time in college I found your handcuffs? by @egocentrifuge Rating: Explicit Chapters: 3 Words: 10,435

Summary: “Rhett feels antsy, wants to leave this entire conversation about the fetish gear he found in their dorm behind, but he still wants to know despite his better judgement.

“Okay, the - dom? takes control of a scene. Why wouldn’t the dom just do whatever he wants?”

“Because it’s all about trust, man.” Link’s face is open and sincere in that way he only gets when he believes in something; Rhett can’t look away. “The sub trusts the dom to make it good for them, and so the dom does their best to. It can be a lot of pressure, but it’s - good, too, being able to make someone feel safe and taken care of, you know? For someone to be willing to be that vulnerable…”

Something in the way Link says it trickles warmly down Rhett’s spine, and he puts his beer down.

“Alright,” he says firmly. “Fine. I don’t understand it completely but that’s - that’s fine. As long as you’re both happy or whatever.” There are more questions Rhett wants to ask, but it’s - too much, for some reason. Not just knowing weird kinky details of Link’s sex life, but the way he’s talking about it.

It's twenty years before they discuss it again.”

eggsy has the market cornered on a very particular genre i like to call “porn that makes you cry.” this fic mostly gets the spot because a lot of eggsy’s other fics are much shorter and/or not on ao3, and for purposes of a fic rec, i really wanted to give something long enough to really sink your teeth into, but i an assure you that every single one of their fics should and would be on here if i didn’t limit myself to one fic per author.

eggsy packs an incredibly amount of feeling into a small amount of words, and strikes a perfect balance between hot, angsty, and loving. i cannot recommend eggsy’s work enough.

Honorable Mentions: what of eggsy’s fics isn’t an honorable mention? Reciprocation, You Know What They Say, Men Who Dress Like They Do in California, Reprobates, Unbuttoned, and literally everything on their tumblr (which has a lot of stuff that isn’t on their ao3).

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The Murmur of Yearning by @its-mike-kapufty Rating: Explicit Chapters: 35 Words: 108,811

Summary: “When burnt-out professor Link Neal is offered a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that whisks him to the farthest reaches of the world, he isn't as ready as he thought he would be for the biting cold or the overwhelming darkness of Antarctica. Though at least he'd been given fair warning of those hazards.

The same couldn't be said of his new boss and research partner.”

mike has so many amazing fics that it by all rights should have been impossible to narrow it down to my one favorite, but honestly, this was a surprisingly easy choice. in spite of how much i love every single fic of mike’s, this one was so beautifully written and poignant, and i don’t think any other fic has ever made me cry the way this fic did. it hurts — in the best possible way.

i started reading this fic one evening after work, and was so captivated by it that i stayed up until 3 am, passed out midway through a chapter, then went home early from work the next day (sick! i was legitimately sick!) and laid in bed with a fever reading through the rest of this fic. the last written work i plowed through with that kind of speed and determination was harry potter and the deathly hallows...ten years ago. 

Honorable Mentions: truthfully i could just link to mike’s whole ao3 page here, but i have to at least give special mention to You Have (1) New Message for making me sob (and being the first fic of mike’s that i read), Feel Good for being delightfully fluffy and soft, Untethered for being so incredibly creative and exciting and having me on the edge of my seat for the entire month it was coming out, and And Sundowns Mend Rhett for making me feel things, as mike is wont to do. 

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The Traveler by @the-average-bear Rating: Mature Chapters: 13 Words: 52,712

Summary: “Rhett's on a journey.”

this fic is probably tied with The Murmur of Yearning for my favorite rhink fic of all time, but i had to give The Traveler the edge only because it’s not...quite an au, and while both fics gave me a lot of feelings, this fic focuses on the rhett and link we know and love. it explores what might have been and what could be — and it touches on my favorite genre of fiction, which is sci-fi. 

rhett finds himself accidentally traveling between timelines, exploring what his life could have been like under different circumstances. the build up to the rhink content is slow, and while there’s some smut, it’s pretty minimal, so this is a very different type of fic than a lot of the others here. but god, if you want to feel every feeling possible about these boys, if you want to cry, if you want to be overwhelmed by how much rhett loves link (and vice versa)...? 

please, please read this fic. 

Honorable Mentions: a lot of their other stuff is from pre-2019 so it’s kind of cheating to rec them on a post of the best fics of 2019, but seriously, please read any and all of their stuff. 

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More Honorable Mentions: i was going to do a lot more, but this list got really long and time consuming and i wasn’t able to do as many as i wanted. but some other authors i absolutely adored this year (in no particular order) are:

Rhincoln | @bloodbros

evenlypaced | @youdidinthedark

cockymclaughlin | @cockymclaughlin

pringlesaremydivision | @pringlesaremydivision

ohmyflavors | (not sure if they have a tumblr?)

LinksLipsSinkShips | @linkslipssinkships

missingparentheses | @missingparentheses

festivalofpudding | @festival-of-pudding

RileyRooin | @rileyrooin

crackers4jenn | @crackers4jenn

TheMouthKing | @themouthking

chronicallyilltrashcan | @chronicallyilltrashcan

#rhink #fic #fic recs #this is incredibly long and it would have been a lot longer if i didn't get tired in the middle of it and decide to be lazy #i'm sorry if i missed anyone #we have so many talented writers i'm sure there are a lot of people i didn't list #but that doesn't mean i don't love your fic