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aphroditelovesu · 7 months

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Yandere House Stark Headcanons (Platonic)

"Winter is Coming." — House Stark.

❝ 🐺 — lady l: and another headcanon was made! Yay, I hope it turned out good and that you like it! Forgive me any mistakes. 💙

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, mention of murder, unhealthy platonic relationships, messy writing.

❝🐺pairing: yandere platonic!house stark x gender neutral!reader.

The Starks are one of the most, if not the most, loving families in Westeros. They are fiercely loyal and protect each other with wolf-like intensity and strength. They care for each other and love each other devotedly.

When you were brought into the care of this family, these feelings did not change, but only increased further and became unhealthy. That didn't matter, however, to any of them. They showed their fury towards anyone who dared to get too close to you or threatened you.

Ned was the one who brought you into the wings of his family. You were the child of an innkeeper who ended up being murdered by some thieves, while still a small child you were found by the Lord of Winterfell and he, compassionate about your situation, brought you to his home.

Catelyn didn't know how to react, at first, when she met you. She feared that you were another bastard child of her husband and that he had brought you to be raised just like Jon. But as soon as her husband told her the true story, Catelyn felt a weight lifted from her shoulders and she became closer to you.

Robb gave you a warm welcome. As soon as he met you, he picked you up, hugged you tightly and welcomed you to the family. He adored you immediately and didn't hesitate to treat you like a member of his family. Robb is overprotective and takes care of you like an older brother takes care of a younger one.

Sansa adored you, simple as that. Although a little skeptical of you, like her mother, any worries or reservations she had were gone the moment she laid eyes on you. You looked so small and helpless, her instincts were screaming at her to take care of you. Sansa found herself overwhelmed by this feeling.

Arya is probably the closest to you. She is bold and courageous, she adores you and loves spending time with you, constantly picking fights with others for your attention. Arya is somewhat possessive and gets irritated when attention is stolen from her. She absolutely loves you and loves taking you with her to get away from boring chores.

Bran is the calmest one in his family, he doesn't demand so much of your attention nor is he possessive, he takes everything he can, but his only demand is that you read to him. In return, he'll love reading to you or, if you are interested, teaching you how to climb. He is very calm and the least dangerous.

Rickon is the youngest and, in some ways, the most spoiled. He constantly wants your attention and is always fighting with Arya about it. He likes to follow you around Winterfell and snuggle into your arms. He is quite jealous and will sulk when someone steals you from him.

Jon didn't know what to think of you at first. On one hand he was jealous of seeing you receiving all the love he so desired, on the other hand he was happy to have you around, since he started to like you a lot as he got to know you better. Any animosity he had for you would be forgotten once his obsession consumed him. Jon is very overprotective and will fight anyone to protect you.

Benjen doesn't spend much time by your side because of the Wall, but the few times he visited Winterfell, he adored you and telling you stories or holding you in his arms were his favorite things to do with you.

Ned didn't know things would come to this level. He knew his family would care and love you, but he didn't know how much. He even tried to be rational, but it was no use, not when he found himself obsessed with you. Once you called him "dad", there was nothing more to be done. You were a Stark until your death.

Catelyn acts like a caring and protective mother, which she is. She loves to brush your hair, reading to you or just being by your side. She fulfills your every whim and can never scold you for something. In her eyes, you were her baby and you could do nothing wrong.

Robb and Jon are always fighting over you, although their fights are never serious, they still happen and it's always up to you how to resolve them. A hug and a kiss on the cheek usually does the trick. Robb wants to be your favorite brother and Jon wants your unconditional love.

Sansa and Arya fight more than their brothers, they both want your attention all the time and this always leads to more fights. It's usually Ned who solves them. Sansa wants you to brush her hair while she tells you something and Arya wants to play or train with you.

Bran and Rickon don't fight that much, but sometimes a disagreement can happen when you pay more attention to one. It usually resolves when you threaten them that if they don't stop fighting, they won't have you. They are quick to apologize and hug you.

The Starks are wolves and we all know how protective wolves are of their litter, of their family. They will be ready to eliminate any threat to you and they will do so with a smile. Nothing is more important than you to them. Once the Lannisters arrive, the Starks will be ready to show their claws.

After all, leave one wolf alive and the sheep are never safe.

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itsabouttimex2 · 5 months

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Hi hope it’s not to late to request yandere demon bull family , with reader having a crush on MK please 🙏

Bullfam reacts to dating MK

(Alternate Scenario)

Red Son’s reaction closely mirrors MK’s in the Monkiefam scenario, just far more severe and less quick to open up to the idea of his little sibling dating.

As the seasons go on, he’s more and more likely to grudgingly accept your relationship with the filthy, awful, empty-brained, plan-wrecking, noodle-making peasant. By season four, he’ll have a severely vitriolic view of your relationship, but will very unhappily accept that MK not only makes you happy, but also keeps you safe.

In season one? He explodes into a blind rage and temporarily switches his plans from taking over the city/world to outright killing his rival.

You sigh as you step into your room, where your brother is, but has no right to be, in your personal opinion. You feel more of a mild annoyance at him going through your things than anything else, though. He does this regularly, giving his reasons as “keeping you out of trouble” and “making sure you aren’t up to anything”.

Today is the first day after years of relentless searching that he finds something.

Red Son’s hand trembles with an emotion you can’t quite place, holding an item you can’t quite see. You peek closer, shifting to look around his shoulder.

It’s your phone, with your messages open.

And he’s looking through the chats you’ve had with MK.

“Y/N! EXPLAIN YOURSELF RIGHT NOW, YOU- YOU- YOU ABSOLUTE BUFFOON! HOW DARE YOU?! RUNNING AROUND WITH THE DEMON BULL FAMILY’S GREATEST ENEMY?! DO WE MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?! DO YOU NOT LOVE US? DO YOU LOVE HIM MORE THAN US?!”

He throws your phone to the ground, crushing it with a flaming foot. Then that fire begins to spread.

Flames gush freely from his hands, his eyes, his hair, all setting him alight in a brutal display of the power he wields. The fire he spews grows hotter and brighter until almost all of his body is consumed by an eye-searing light. You’re forced to turn your head and cover your eyes. There’s nothing you can do to stop him right now, and you certainly can’t go running to your parents, either.

Even if they did decide to step in and force him to stand down, it would mean revealing to them your relationship with the first and foremost obstacle to their plans and schemes. They might even go so far as to fan his fury, encouraging him as he sets off on a one-man warpath towards Megapolis, and with it, MK.

The best and safest option here is to bite the bullet and desperately apologize and start to beg for him to calm down. Tell him that you’re sorry for keeping secrets, for getting into a relationship without his knowledge or consent, for sneaking around with his rival. Tell him you’ll call the whole thing off and break up with MK if he just calms down and stops burning things, if he promises not to hurt anybody. If you cry and tremble as you make promise after promise, there’s a better chance it’ll work.

And though your pleading does slowly get through to Red Son, his anger is only ever so slightly mitigated. Shaking so fiercely that he threatens to combust once more, he grips your shoulder with just enough strength to leave a bruise and throws you into your closet, locking it behind you before stomping off to speak with his parents about what you’ve been doing.

You’re left alone, sniffling and shaking in the dark, sitting with your legs against your chest in the enclosed space.

Things are bad, already. And then you hear soft footsteps, and you know they’re about to get worse.

Thankfully for you, your mother comes to see you before your father does.

Princess Iron Fan is the calmest and most reasonable of the three, with iron-lined nerves and a perpetually composed demeanor. You’re lucky, really. If it had been your brother again, or; god forbid, your father… at least her coming here gives them both a chance to cool off from the news while she tends to you.

She slowly unlocks and opens the closet, looking down at your huddled form. Whether she looks at you with pity, reproach or disappointment is impossible to distinguish by face and body language alone.

Even when she kneels down in the closet to meet you face-to-face, her emotions are utterly indistinguishable. Your heart pounds frantically, terror mounting inside you. The red-robed demon shakes her head and sighs softly at your panicked expression, opening her arms to you.

“My poor, foolish child. Come to your mother.”

Princess Iron Fan might be evil, might be married to a would-be world conquerer, might be willing to throw children around in a fight… but she adores her family above all else. So she takes pity upon seeing your tears and brings you into a hug, letting you rest your teary eyes on her shoulder.

She’s still mad, of course. But she’ll preserve her image of you being a precious and innocent treasure that she simply must protect by shifting the majority of the blame to MK, deeming him a “bad influence”. You’re still getting locked up nice and tight in the fortress, of course. You’ll be put in a room with a door that’s too heavy for you to push open, trapping you inside even without taking into account that your parents seal it with locks both iron and arcane, just to keep you extra “safe” from someone who never posed any threat to you whatsoever.

“My naive little Y/N,” she coos into your ear with sickly-sweetness, tightening her arms around you. “Was my foolish child led astray by a petty, rebellious mortal? I had thought you were readier for the world, wiser to the tricks of it’s people… but I see now that I was wrong.”

Your heart clenches at her manipulative words, her loving but sharp tongue driving stakes into your quickly diminishing self-esteem. By framing a simple desire to grow up and develop a relationship as a severe personal failing on your end, she justifies locking you away. You can’t call her a bad person if she convinced you that it’s for your own good, after all.

She truly loves you, in spite of her manipulations. Iron Fan will be the one bringing you food and fresh clothing every morning, ensuring that you stay healthy and clean even through the long duration of your imprisonment grounding.

She sets you onto your feet, brushing off your clothes before cupping your cheek with one of her hands. “Come now. Your father wants to speak to you.”

All you can do from there is drag your feet along after her, dreading the inevitable confrontation that awaits you.

She brings you to the master room of the fortress, where the Demon Bull King awaits you, scorn leering from his eyes. She pushes you into the chamber, then shuts the iron door behind you with a powerful gust of wind, trapping you once more.

With leaden feet, you slowly walk forwards, head lowered to the ground so as to not make eye contact with your furious father. Once you stand before his throne, he leans forward.

With a long, clawed finger he reaches out to you. Carefully, he hooks his powerful and sharp nail under the bottom of your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

“Child,” he rumbles, his voice dangerously low and gravelly. “You have much to answer for. If I were you, I’d begin explaining… and quickly.”

Just as you did with your elder brother, and your mother soon after him, you take the most peaceful option you can, and try to placate. If it was just Red Son that was angry at you, you could run to your parents for sanctuary. If it was only Demon Bull King, you could seek out your mother and beg her to soothe his rage. Now that all of your family is enraged or upset, you have nowhere to run, no one to turn to.

“I… I’m sorry, father. I have no excuse.”

You do, actually. That excuse being that you’ve lived hundreds of years right beside them and have proven both your strength and maturity time and time again. Still, they treat you like a child and insist on hiding you away from the world and everyone within it.

“Please give me a chance to earn your forgiveness.”

You don’t want his forgiveness. You want your family to understand that you’ve grown up, enough that you have an interest in romantic relationships. You don’t want to have to fight to get them to acknowledge your feelings and desires.

Your father stares down at you with icy eyes, huffing and snarling. You know he wouldn’t truly harm you, of course. None of your family would. The mild bruise Red Son gave you just a short while ago was the worst any of them had ever hurt you , and even that was probably unintentional.

DBK leans back on his throne, unhanding your chin. Still, his eyes never leave yours, boring right through you.

“I see,” he says, his voice heavily guarded. “I see what the problem is.” The giant demon folds his arms as he rises from his throne, towering above you.

“You’ve been given too much room to roam, it seems. I have been gone for so long that you have forgotten the Bull clan’s mission.”

He raises his fist high, then swings it against the wall to sound a brutal clang that echoes through the room and causes your ears to painfully ring as you recoil.

“We are demons! We conquer, destroy, and rule! None stand in our way! We do not lower ourselves to commingle with mortals! We rise above the rabble, and crush them under our heels when they dare to resist!”

“Do you understand, Y/N?”

Swallowing the lump in your throat is painful, but you force yourself to do so anyways. If you want to soothe the anger you’ve inspired throughout your parents and brother, then you have to take the high road and play nice for your own sake.

Not only for your own sake, but for MK’s as well. Their anger is directed between the both of you, after all. Assuaging it is the easiest way to keep him safe. With that in mind, there’s only one thing you can say.

“Yes, father.”

#Platonic Yandere #Yandere Lego Monkie Kid #Yandere LMK #Yandere Red Son #Yandere Princess Iron Fan #Yandere Demon Bull King #Bullfam #Yandere Father #Yandere Mother #Yandere Brother

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remarcely · 9 months

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Elias Hodge hadn't raised his tone nor hand in anger for many years. He'd paid for it when he was a child and the wrong lesson had been learnt.

Still, as he stood on shaky legs, splinters of glass latched onto his skin like leeches, and a dull pain throbbing from his head, he couldn't squash down the feeling any longer.

They'd tried to kill him. They'd taken his work and butchered it, turning his machine into a weapon. He'd tried to use his words and take the peaceful path, but Mr Henry didn't care enough to listen.

He was the calmest he's ever been, chest slowly rising and falling with steady breaths, and yet fury surged through his blood. Elias shifted his grip on the grappling hook in hand, the cool metal soothing against his palm.

Gobstopper Industries was going to burn down, past their foundations, and they'd practically handed Elias the match.

#elias hodge #dropout tv #dimension 20 #brennan lee mulligan #d20 mentopolis #mentopolis #mentopolis meta #mentopolis spoilers #dimension 20 mentopolis #i dont know what you'd really class this post as #narration maybe?#this boy's got years of repressed anger bottled up inside and he's about to snap #so relatable

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inmyfxith · 1 year

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How they would react if... You were a warrior but also the calmest person they’d ever seen

Including -> Neteyam, Lo'ak, Kiri, Neytiri, Jake, Spider, Tsireya, Aonung, Tonowari & Tsu'tey.

A/N -> Once again, I apologize for the delay in completion… April and May proved to be arduous periods, full of demanding academic work that consumed my time and energy…

-> Requested by @avatar4life

He would see you as a role model, someone to learn from and emulate, and he would strive to incorporate your calmness into his own life.

If you were a warrior but also the calmest person Neteyam had ever seen, he would be in awe of you. He knows the value of courage, strength, and prowess in battle. But to see these qualities embodied in you would be a sight to behold. Neteyam would recognize the rare combination of fierce power and inner peace that you possess, and he would hold you in the highest esteem. Though he would be inspired by your strength and ability, Neteyam would also feel a deep need to protect you. He knows that even the bravest of warriors can face moments of vulnerability, and he would be there to support you through any hardships. Neteyam would stand beside you, a steady presence that you could rely on, offering his guidance and strength. He would be captivated by your unwavering composure. Your ability to stay centered and focused in even the most dangerous situations would be a beacon of hope for him, a reminder of the power of inner peace.

Lo'ak would find a sense of serenity and balance he had never known before, and he would be forever grateful to have you by his side.

If you were a warrior but also the calmest person Lo’ak had ever seen, he would feel drawn to you in ways beyond explanation. He would gaze at you in admiration, mesmerized by the grace and strength with which you moved. Your inner peace and balance would stir something deep within him, filling him with a sense of reverence for your power both on and off the battlefield. Where others might react with fear or fury, you would remain steadfast, radiating an aura of tranquility that put all around you at ease. Your unshakable composure would be a beacon of hope and courage for those around you, earning the respect and admiration of all. Lo'ak would feel a deep sense of pride and respect for your abilities, recognizing the valuable contribution you made to your community as a warrior. He would be eager to seek out your counsel and support in times of conflict, knowing that your insights and wisdom would help him make the right decisions. However, Lo'ak would also be acutely aware of the sacrifices you would have to make to maintain such a role as a warrior. He would recognize the emotional and physical toll it could take on you, and he would be devoted to ensuring that you had the time and space to care for yourself as well as others.

She would seek to learn from your example to find her own sense of inner peace and self-assurance.

If you were a warrior but also the calmest person Kiri had ever seen, she would be drawn to the strength and skill you possess, finding it intriguing and inspiring. She would be fascinated by the way you handle yourself in intense situations and how you fearlessly confront challenges. However, her own insecurities and feelings of inadequacy might cause her to doubt whether she can measure up to your warrior’s abilities. She might feel a sense of vulnerability and wonder if she can truly complement someone who is so fierce and powerful. Kiri would find herself in a awe of your calm demeanor. As someone who struggles with self-consciousness and a longing to be more like her adoptive parents, she could be captivated by your ability to maintain tranquility even in the face of adversity. Your calmness would provide a sense of stability and reassurance for Kiri, offering a counterbalance to her own restless and sometimes chaotic nature

If she perceives any threat or danger to you, her instinctive response would be to defend and shield you, regardless of your calmness.

If you were a warrior but also the calmest person Neytiri had ever seen, she would feel a great amount of respect and admiration for you. It’s your calmness that would capture her attention and, above all, her curiosity. She has a passionate and intense nature and she would be fascinating to encounter someone who can maintain a serene demeanor even in the most challenging and chaotic situations. Neytiri would observe your composed presence with a mix of wonder and a desire to understand the source of that tranquility. Soon, she would be drawn to the balance you bring into the relationship as she has a fiery spirit that might sometimes lead her to impulsive decisions. She appreciates loyalty and strength and so would find solace in the fact that your calmness does not equate to weakness but rather reflects inner strength and resolve. As she sometimes struggles with her own intense emotions, Neytiri would gradually learn from your tranquil nature and her behavior would be tempered by your serenity as you would teach her the value of patience, introspection, and emotional balance.

He would see you as a source of strength and serenity in his life, cherishing you as a partner who complements his own adventurous spirit while providing the emotional stability he craves.

If you were a warrior but also the calmest person Jake had ever seen, he would be captivated by your dual nature. As a former Marine and someone who appreciates strength and bravery, he would be deeply impressed by your skills as a warrior. He would find your prowess in combat incredibly attractive and would hold you in high regard for your ability to defend your people and stand up against threats. Your calm demeanor would truly touch his heart. Having faced personal struggles and hardships, Jake has a deep appreciation for tranquility and stability. Your serene presence would resonate with his longing for inner peace. He would feel a sense of comfort and security when he is with you, knowing that you possess a profound sense of calmness that can anchor him during turbulent times. Jake would cherish your calm presence as a source of emotional stability. He would confide in you, seeking your wisdom and guidance during times of confusion or turmoil. Your calmness would create a safe space for Jake to express his thoughts and emotions knowing that you would offer a steady and understanding presence.

You complemented each other’s strengths and weaknesses, forging a bond that was both powerful and nurturing.

If you were a warrior but also the calmest person Spider had ever seen, he would be both exhilarated and amazed. He would be struck by the contrast between your incredible prowess and your unwavering calmness. While the chaos of battle raged around you, you remained composed, your every action deliberate and measured. Spider can sometimes be driven by intense emotions and a fiery temperament, your presence would be a soothing revelation to him. Your tranquility would act as a steady anchor, grounding him even in the most tumultuous of circumstances. He would find a guiding light in you because your influence would help him develop a newfound sense of self-control and resilience. Whenever Spider felt overwhelmed or on the verge of losing his composure, he would seek solace in your presence. Your calming aura would envelop him, gently coaxing his racing thoughts into a state of serenity.

She would stand by your side, providing comfort and encouragement whenever needed.

If you were a warrior but also the calmest person Tsireya had ever seen, she would deeply admire your incredible warrior skills and the strength you exhibit in battle. She would also be intrigued by the contrast between your warrior persona and your inner calmness. She would be curious to understand how you manage to maintain such tranquility amidst the chaos of battle. Tsireya would hold a great deal of respect for your abilities and unique qualities. She would acknowledge the importance of your role and appreciate the balance you bring to the relationship. She would also be a supportive partner and would offer her unwavering support to you in both times of battle and in moments of peace. Tsireya would feel a deep emotional connection to you, and your calmness would serve as a source of inspiration for her own development.

He would come to appreciate and learn from your ability to approach situations with a level head.

If you were a warrior but also the calmest person Aonung had ever seen, he would admire your combat skills and find them quite exciting, perhaps even sparking a sense of competitiveness within him. He might feel a strong attraction to your strength and prowess, drawn to you as someone who can match his own adventurous spirit. As someone who often masks his own insecurities and pressures behind a facade of recklessness, he might secretly yearn for the same level of composure and tranquility that you possess. This combination of admiration and attraction might also trigger a sense of insecurity within Aonung. He might question whether he is worthy of someone as composed and skilled as you. This internal struggle could manifest as occasional self-doubt, causing him to second-guess his actions or feel the need to prove himself in your presence.

He would trust your judgment implicitly, recognizing your capability to navigate through challenges with your calmness and strategic mindset.

If you were a warrior but also the calmest person Tonowari had ever seen, he would greatly admire and be drawn to your warrior nature. As a respected leader himself, he would appreciate your courage, skill, and ability to protect your clan. He would even recognize you as an equal in terms of strength and capabilities. Tonowari would find your calmness to be a compelling and intriguing aspect of your personality, he would value your ability to maintain composure and make rational decisions even in the face of adversity. While he would admire your fierce independence, he would also be concerned for your safety. His instinct to shield and support you would arise from a place of love and care rather than a belief that you are incapable of handling yourself. His response would involve a delicate balance between offering his assistance and respecting your autonomy.

He would evolve to become a more balanced and well-rounded individual.

If you were a warrior but also the calmest person Tsu’tey had ever seen, he would appreciate your prowess in battle and recognize you as an equal. He would find it exhilarating to have a partner who can match his own combat skills. Tsu'tey's initial response to your calm demeanor might be one of skepticism or even confusion. He is known for his assertiveness, occasional aggression, and emotional intensity, so your serenity could initially clash with his own personality. He might struggle to understand how someone can remain so composed and unaffected by the chaos and challenges of your world. As your relationship deepens, he would gradually start to appreciate and be intrigued by your calmness on a deeper level. Despite his occasional bouts of aggression or impatience, Tsu’tey might find solace in your tranquil nature. He might even seek your counsel during moments when he feels overwhelmed or conflicted.

Tag -> @eywas-heir ; @cullenswife

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the-wayward-arc · 7 months

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I forgot, what did Horus do that broke trust with Jaune?

Horus had Konrad Curze kill an entire company of Remnant Knights along with the a group of Remnant Citizens they were escorting as a warning to Jaune since at this time, he was beginning to Rebel agaisnt orders and question everything. This is where the "Primarchs Fury" curse came from;

Konrad Curze stared as Jaune knelt down, looking at the remains of a small child that clung to one his marines, they had died in a vain attempt to protect the people they had been charged with escorting. Only for their transport to have been attacked, the marines tried to defend their charges against a legion of murders. He had arrived too late to save any of them.

"Know thi-" it was quick, so quick that the Haunter didn't have time to react as he was sent flying back. The very air from his lungs forced out from a punch so powerful, it cracked his power armor and dented the chest. In-between gasps, he witnessed the calmest of his brothers yell in pure rage as he cut down any Nightlord he could. Bisected, decapitated, crushed, and whatever else he did to get them out of his way as he charged at Curze. Even two of his elite honor guard, the Atramentar were cut down. Jaune's sword cutting through their terminator armor with sheer strength. Radiating such an extremely powerful aura of Fury that for just a single small second, Konrad Curze felt fear. Jaune was like a feral beast, lashing out anything that moved. Cutting down all that stood before him. Konrad Curze escaped but lost many of his own Astartes to the raging 11th Primarch. This pure unadulterated rage was so severe that his sons felt their Primarchs Fury, even millions of light-years away on distant worlds. Many themselves fell to the Fury and lashed out at the traitors with such ferocity never before seen in any of the 11th Legion.

#rwby #jaune arc #warhammer 40k #lost primarch au #jaune is a lost primarch au #warhammer 30k #snippet

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dollyyun · 1 month

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𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 | chap 08

SYPNOSIS: wherein the princess, who is a clandestine assassin, has been commanded to eliminate the seven vampire princes.

GENRE: 18+ (mdni), reverse harem, contemporary fantasy, enemies to lovers, third pov, eventual previous past lives will be entailed.

WARNINGS: expletives, blood, violence.

WORD COUNT: 4.6k

FEATURING: TXT members

TAGLIST: @aishigrey @kgneptun @b3tt7boop @smg-valeria @lhspeachie @enhaverse713586 @strxwbloody @firstclassjaylee @jwnghyuns @luminouskalopsia @deobitifull @loumin908 @sousydive @mlywon

🍒 MASTERLIST 🍒

As a dragon-vampire hybrid ─ being the only unique breed to exist and in which the phenomena of his birth cannot be elucidated just like the rest of his brothers ─ Jay has a rage that is unlike any other. Perhaps being part dragon is a component of the fury he carries within him, as dragons are known for being ferocious creatures, but for as long as he can remember, his tempestuous temperament is something he has always struggled with.

His people perceive him as the second calmest prince after Heeseung. But they are blissfully unaware of the immense rage he harbours. During his adolescence, he endured such tribulations that no one should ever have to go through ─ which included being forced to be shackled with indestructible chains designed specifically for him to prevent him from shifting into a dragon anytime he lost control of his rage.

Jay recalls the apparent fear in the eyes of his brothers and sister upon witnessing his torrent of rage, while the king and queen were devastated whenever they had to order the royal guards to bind him. To them, it was the only way for him to master restraint and subdue his dragon nature.

Eventually, as the years passed, Jay had gotten better control of his anger and no longer had to worry about shifting into his dragon form at any inappropriate time. He swears he has improved, but the current predicament seems to poison his mind with the familiar doubts he thought he had buried.

The current predicament in which he has been rendered debilitated due to the unforeseen onslaught from the dragons, whom he recognises as the royalties. The memory of witnessing his brothers being attacked by the royalties rouses his anger tenfold, prompting him to snap his eyes open with a low guttural growl emitting from him.

Only then does he realise that he is still in his dragon form and the place he is at. They have captured him and brought him to their castle's dungeon.

A mixture of snarl and growl elicit from him at the pain sensation from the wounds on his back due to being clawed by the two dragons earlier. A puff of smoke comes out of his snout while his eyes scan the dungeon he is imprisoned, noticing how oddly massive their dungeon is that even a single cell can fit an enormous body like his.

His ears perk up upon the sound of a metal door screeching open. As soon as he looks at the source sound of footsteps, his eyes narrow while growls emits from him as he bares his sharp teeth at five kings. However, they remain indifferent, simply raising their eyebrows at the hybrid prince.

"Relax, Jay." One of them raises his hands up, feigning surrender. "We're not going to hurt you, that is, unless you decide to be a bitch."

Jay growls even louder, eventually regaining vigour as the wounds on his back have healed. But it seems that the two dragon princes are discontented by Jay's incessant growls that resonate throughout these walls, given the expression written across their countenance.

"We did say that we're not going to hurt you, but that can't be said the same for the girl." One of the kings, who Jay hasn't realised has gone missing for a moment, returns to them, but he is not empty-handed.

In an instant, Jay releases a ferocious roar upon seeing the sight of an unconscious Elora being dragged across the floor by one of the dragon princes, with blood seeping through her white blouse. Perhaps it is because he has an obligation to fulfil towards her, but the sight of his enemy in such a condition has him seeing red.

"Don't worry. She's still alive." Their oldest smiles cunningly at Jay. "But if you remain uncooperative, we might have to change that. Now, shift."

The fact that another royalty commands an order to Jay is preposterous, but when his eyes flicker down at Elora once more, who remains motionless on the floor, he knows he has to swallow down his pride and try his utmost to keep his rage at bay.

So he does what their oldest brother commanded, shifting into his human form. Jay snaps his eyes open, directing his glare at the five kings while a muscle pulses in his jaw. "You seem to forget that I always have the upper hand." As soon as Jay touches his magical vambrace, he wastes no time in conjuring a sword, clutching the grip with the intention of slaying the dragon princes who dared to hurt her.

Instead of feeling dissatisfied with Jay, they seem delighted upon witnessing the hybrid possessing the ability to wield such magic. This causes Jay's frown to deepen. "Why have you brought us here?" Jay asks sternly while trying his utmost not to glance at Elora again.

"Initially, you're the only one we needed, but we have decided to capture the girl and use her as leverage since it is more than apparent you care for her." The oldest divulges Jay's question. However, the oldest decides to taunt Jay by standing next to Elora's figure and going down on one knee with a dagger in his grasp.

"Yeonjun! Don't you dare!" Jay growls, his eyes glowing bright red-amber, while he feels his dragon side resurface, close to shifting again.

The oldest dragon king, also known as Yeonjun, remains undeterred by Jay's ferocious growls and instead presses the edge of the dagger to Elora's neck. Yeonjun hums, tilting his head to one side and seeming to examine her face. "She is a beauty, isn't she?"

"What if we keep her?" Their youngest, who goes by Kai, joins in to taunt Jay.

"Should we?" A smirk touches Yeonjun's lips, his hand that is gripping the dagger moves lower, with the tip grazing slowly against her skin.

Jay's sword clashes with the metal cell, startling them for a moment. "Touch her again, and I'll have your head!"

"Yeonjun, enough." Their second-oldest, Soobin, orders Yeonjun, who, in return, rolls his eyes and retracts his dagger from her neck.

"What is it that you want?" Jay grits his teeth, his anger is overbrimming to the point where his body is quivering.

"It's simple, really. All you have to do is behave and follow us." The middle king, Beomgyu, tells him. "Don't even think about using your sword on us. What you're about to find out is undoubtedly important to you."

"Fine." Jay sheathes his sword in his gilded scabbard around his waist while his disposition is now calm and collected, but the dragon princes continue to eye him warily.

"We need your word that you will accede to our command." The king who is responsible for rendering Elora unconscious, Taehyun, speaks for his brothers.

Jay clenches his jaw, swallowing his pride once more. "You have my word."

Upon Jay's affirmation, Taehyun proceeds to unlock the ginormous cell, but with his dragon strength, he has the capacity for lifting hefty things and is able to do so with ease. At once, Jay rushes for the unconscious female, but Yeonjun steps forward and prevents him from doing so.

"What do you think you're doing?" Jay yanks his shoulder away from Yeonjun's grasp. "I gave you my word that I'd accede to your command."

"And our command includes not allowing you to go near the woman you care about unless we are done with what we need to do." Yeonjun says lowly, a warning glint in his luminous amber eyes.

"At least provide her with aid. She's still bleeding." Jay almost pleads with the princes, which is unlike him because he doesn't plead to anyone, but the fact that Elora manages to render him impotent is genuinely confounding.

The five dragon kings exchange looks before Beomgyu acquiesces to Jay's request, bending down to carry the unconscious female in a bridal style.

"Let's go." Yeonjun grips Jay's shoulder firmly, and the latter heeds his words with much reluctance.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The unforeseen incursion has rendered the six princes enervated, impelling them to descend to the ground for respite, where they are presently in Pyrefall domain. Despite being powerful hybrids, they are not immune to enervation, as they, too, possess weaknesses like any other being.

"What do you suppose those savage dragons were? Rogues? Or just ordinary Pyrefall citizens?" Sunoo's voice dominates the area of the forest they are in, while he can be seen approaching his brothers after having to wash his face at a nearby brook.

"They're the royals. The dragon kings." Sunghoon answers him crisply as he remains seated on a large log while his face has a distressed contortion before he rubs his face. "But the question still remains: why did they capture Jay and Elora?"

"More like, are they still alive?" Jungwon heaves a sigh after pondering hard. He bears a palpable concern for them, especially Elora. He is more than aware that Jay is not someone who can be easily defeated, so he is not too worried about him. As for Elora, Jungwon recognises that she has a complication with magic, which leads to her being completely vulnerable.

"So, what is the plan now?" Jake folds his arms over his chest, his countenance has no traces of the usual gaiety as his gaze trails over to each of his brothers before it settles on the brooding eldest with his back facing them.

Heeseung, who had been saved in a nick of time by Riki, has been gravely silent, which is resounding enough for them to understand that he is livid.

Riki grasps the initiative to test the waters, cautiously approaching Heeseung. "Heeseung, whatever you want to do, we'll follow through. So what do we do?"

Heeseung turns around, allowing them to see his calm and collected demeanour, but the emotions swimming dangerously in his luminous red eyes vary. "We save them." He unsheathes his sword from the gilded scabbard around his waist. His face remains indifferent as he advances forward. "Then I'll have the head of whoever stole my bride." Despite how placid he sounds, the undertone of darkness he carries in his voice is unmistakable.

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Jay finds it undoubtedly perplexing upon seeing the imperial personnel marvel at him with a peculiar yet profound esteem at every corridor, and he can't deny the fact that he feels that he is being escorted by the dragon kings as though he is an important figure instead of a detainee.

As they usher him inside a fairly massive chamber that looks like a study room with books arrayed on the shelves at every wall, Jay's mind drifts off to his brothers, already missing them and hoping that they will come for him. His eyes spot a lectern in the centre of the chamber, where there is a book with a peculiar cover.

"I'm going to cut to the chase." Jay breaks the silence that has been bugging him incessantly. His steely, crimson-hued eyes glare at the dragon kings, who are scattered around him. "Why did you capture me? And why did your imperial personnel look at me as if I were their saviour?"

Instead of answering Jay's questions, the dragon kings exchange looks that are unreadable.

"Are you absolutely certain that he is the one?" Kai asks his brothers in a hushed whisper, causing Jay to roll his eyes. It is like he's invisible in their eyes as they continue to speak to each other about him in front of him.

"Well, he looks exactly the same as him." Soobin says, but his voice wavers with patent dubiety. "Their dragon form even look the same."

"If he is our lord, then why doesn't he seem to have any recollection of his past?" Taehyun counters firmly.

Jay intervenes with a quick yet efficient growl that is enough to draw their attention to him. "Just get straight to the damn point. Who is him?"

"Our dragon lord, the demigod." Yeonjun's cold voice is resonating throughout the chamber. "The first monarch from a thousand years ago."

Jay's eyebrows are furrowed, with lines of confusion creasing his forehead. "A demigod? Here, exist in our world?"

"Existed." Beomgyu corrects him. "He's not the only demigod, but that is beside the point. We believe that you are him. The demigod Jaan ─ our dragon lord."

Jay feels a throb in his head. His fingers ascend to massage his temple while his lips heave with a sigh. "Let me get this straight. You captured me and brought me here because you believed that I'm your lord."

"That's about it." As soon as Taehyun surmises, Jay releases a cold, deadly chuckle, his lip turning into a smirk.

"Has the demise of your sovereigns steered you to become utterly deluded by a ludicrous myth about some demigod?" The mockery Jay carries in his tone incites ire from the dragon kings. "Come on. You can't possibly fool me into believing in whatever tripe you've sprouted."

"Show him." Yeonjun orders one of his brothers calmly while maintaining a glare at Jay.

"Show me what?" At the moment the question flies out of Jay's mouth, his eyes catch Soobin's movement, who is ambling towards him with occupied hands. The book Jay saw earlier on the lectern.

Jay snatches it without question, wanting to get this over with. As soon as he flips the book open, he is taken aback by a detailed drawing of his face. He flips over to another page, and this time it is a drawing of his dragon form. His nose flares while his chest heaves up and down, flipping to the next page just to see words written in a language he has never seen before.

"What is the meaning of this?" Jay asks rather stiffly, slamming the book shut with a thud before diverting his steely gaze at them.

"That's the demigod, our Lord Jaan." Kai tells him, his impatience is apparent in the way he speaks.

"Why do I bear the same face as your lord?" Jay asks adamantly while his heart is palpitating for some reason and his head throbs for another time.

"That's what we've been telling you! You're him! The demigod of dragons!" Beomgyu exclaims. "We don't just believe that you're him, but we've also been told by the elders of a prohecy."

Jay arches his eyebrow. "And what does the prophecy entail?"

"That our lord shall be reincarnated and he will reign supremacy over Pyrefall once again," Soobin tells him, but his tone is oddly grave, as does the contortion on his face. "however, it is imperative that he does not repeat the same mistake he made a thousand years ago."

Jay refuses to believe any of the words that came out of their mouths, but something nudges him, almost like a pinch of warning. The headache returns again, and this time, he sees bleary images that flash in his mind quicker than he can perceive.

"Listen, I understand that it is hard for you to fathom the revelation, but we would never lie about it." Yeonjun steps forward to place his hand on Jay's shoulder firmly, but as soon as he touches him, Jay feels a peculiar sensation that flows through him, reminding him of the bond he has with his brothers. Trust.

Upon seeing the expression on Jay's face, Yeonjun offers him a smile with a knowing gaze. "You feel that, don't you?"

For the first time, Jay is rendered speechless. Although a part of him still adamantly refuses to believe in anything, the other part feels strongly for the dragon kings, almost as if he is inclined to protect them.

"I don't understand. I can't possibly be a demigod of dragons." Jay says, looking completely distraught as his fingers skim through his raven locks. "If I am him, Jaan, then why can't I remember anything from my past?"

The five kings bear similar sentiments towards Jay, with visible sympathy written across their faces. "We don't have the answer you seek, but you should know that we are prepared to serve you and protect you." Soobin declares, and at once, the five of them go down on one knee with their heads bowed.

Jay is flabbergasted by their unexpected obeisance, and before he can say anything, Yeonjun cuts him off with a voice that is stern and resounding enough to send an odd sensation through him. "We are willing to kill and die for you, my lord."

"Stop this!" Jay snaps at them, hating how he feels strangely pleased by their sheer devotion when they are royalties themselves.

Neither of them relents. "For millennia, our ancestors had been anticipating your arrival since the day you met your demise." Yeonjun continues. "Although we are the heirs to the thrones, we are not the true rulers and are deemed unworthy to lead the kingdom. The throne belongs to the first monarch, which is you, Lord Jaan."

"My name is Jay," Jay counters fiercely, his voice nearly comes out with a growl. "and you will not bow to me because I'm not your lord, or so help me, I'll─"

"Your majesties!" A royal guard barges into the room, and the expression on his face alarms the dragon kings as they rise from the ground. "The castle is under attack!"

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The castle is ginormous, fitting impeccably for a dragon to roam inside the castle, and how perfect it is for them to trespass with additional assistance from Riki's shadow magic that allows them to travel among the shadows without getting caught by the royal guards at their respective posts.

"Okay, so what's the plan again?" Jake asks his brothers as soon as they are situated in the dim corridor. Concurrently, he conjures a katana with his magical vambrace.

"We'll be splitting into three teams. Sunoo's with me. We'll create a diversion." Riki recapitulates, his back leaning against the wall while he leisurely toys around with a dagger in his grasp.

"Jungwon's with me." Heeseung restates as Jungwon nods in acknowledgement. "We'll find Jay as well as the head of the king who captured Elora."

"Then I guess you're with me." Jake casts a devious grin at Sunghoon as he slings his arm around the latter's shoulder. "Let's save our damsel in distress."

"Intruders!" Two royal guards can be seen from afar, unsheathing their swords before charging towards them.

"Go!" Sunoo instructs them while grabbing an arrow from his quiver before getting ready to aim at the incoming guards. His lips curve into a smirk as his gaze is trained on his target. "We'll handle them from here."

The rest watch for a fleeting moment when Riki summons his monstrous shadow companion before he orders it to attack the royal guards. The group begins to disperse with their respective teammates while simultaneously using their heightened senses to smell Jay and Elora's scent.

"I smell her blood." Sunghoon's discovery alarms Jake as the latter turns to look at him with widened eyes, but Sunghoon's face contorts into full concentration while they don't relent from running. "She's this way."

It isn’t too long for them to reach where she is, as they decided to use their vamp speed. But there are two royal guards stationed outside of the entryway of the dungeon. With swiftness and velocity, Sunghoon and Jake manage to eliminate them within minutes.

Sunghoon snatches the key from one of the guards' grasps before they ascend a flight of stairs. Finally, they have reached inside the dungeon, where there are numerous yet empty cells except for one.

"Elora!" Jake uses his vamp speed to reach Elora's cell, accidentally crashing his body against the cell with his hands gripping the metal tightly. Amidst the anger, he feels a wave of protectiveness and concern wash over him upon seeing Elora on the cold, hard ground.

"Hold on." Sunghoon murmurs, finding the right key before he proceeds to unlock the cell. He uses his strength to pull open the metal cell, and Jake wastes no time in rushing towards Elora.

Anger roars within Jake at the sight of her blood staining her blouse, an obvious sign of her getting hurt by someone. Shoving away his anger, he directs his sole focus on the female, kneeling next to her and grabbing both her shoulders to lift her body just slightly so he is able to cradle her body.

"Elora, wake up, please?" There is a tinge of desperate plea in his voice as he brushes the strands of her lilac hair away from her face frame.

Sunghoon watches Jake in sheer silence, observing him with a calculating gaze. He finds it odd to witness his brother being evidently worried for their enemy. As a matter of fact, Sunghoon is aware of Jake's disinterest in ladies in general, despite being a mischievous yet playboy prince back in their kingdom.

"Jake?" Miraculously, Elora awakens as she utters his name in a weak whisper, fluttering her heavy eyelids open but barely. She still feels weak despite having her wound on the stomach wrapped with a bandage that stops the bleeding.

"Yes, we're here." Jake says softly as he continues to brush her hair to the back. "We're getting you out of here."

But Elora finds herself rolling her eyes to the back, unable to focus on anything as her head is throbbing painfully with flashes of inexplicable images.

"Eyes on me, love." Jake cradles her face, forcing her to look at him in the eyes. His stern gaze motivates her to fight against the familiar darkness that is threatening to shroud her whole being again. "Good girl." He whispers after she manages to keep her eyes open. "Does your wound hurt, still?"

Elora responds with a pained moan as soon as her stomach throbs painfully, her head falling to the side as it hits his chest. Upon receiving her answer, Jake proceeds to carry her in a bridal style before they depart from the dungeon.

"We can't meet the others." Sunghoon says as he falls in the same steps as Jake. "We need to get her out of here first. I'll send our location to the others."

Jake halts his steps abruptly, his eyes trained on his line of sight. "We may have a problem." He says tersely while instinctively holding Elora close to his body.

Sunghoon turns to look at where Jake is gazing, and a scoff leaves his lips right after before his lips upturn into a cold smirk. "It's been awhile, Soobin."

There stand two dragon kings, Soobin and Kai, each holding swords. Just a few feet from them, Heeseung and Jungwon can be seen fighting against Beomgyu and Taehyun. The sound of swords clashing resonates throughout the area, with a series of onslaughts amongst them. But Jay and Yeonjun are nowhere to be found.

"Indeed." Soobin nods his head, but his face has no traces of amiability. "Leaving so soon?"

"Of course. I mean, we really have a busy schedule ahead of us." Sarcasm laces into Sunghoon's voice.

"We're not letting you go without a fight." Kai states fiercely.

Jake heaves a sigh before he carefully places Elora on the floor with her back leaning against a pillar. "I'll be quick, lovely." He whispers to her and takes her by surprise when he plants a kiss on her crown.

"So, fight to the death?" Sunghoon grins deviously at Soobin as he conjures a sword with the magical vambrace.

"With no respite." Soobin mirrors Sunghoon's grin before they charge towards one another.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

"Which one of you stole my bride?" Heeseung asks calmly as soon as they recover from their moment of respite. He leers at the two dragon kings, whom he managed to make bleed with visible slashes across their arms and chests, as well as at Jungwon's attack on them.

"Your bride?" Beomgyu's face contorts into confusion, clutching his sword.

"Her." Jungwon beckons to Elora, who has her eyes closed as she remains on the ground with her back leaning against the pillar, prompting the dragon kings to turn around to look at her.

"She's your bride?" Beomgyu raises his voice just slightly, lacing with sheer disbelief. "Him." Beomgyu points his finger to Taehyun, who, in return, shoots him a disbelieving glare.

Heeseung clicks his tongue while his eyes swirl dangerously. "Not only did you steal her from me, but you dared to hurt her?" In a blink of an eye, Heeseung appears in front of Taehyun and aims his sword directly at his neck, but the latter manages to defend himself from getting beheaded with his sword clashing against Heeseung's.

"Where is Jay?" Jungwon asks Beomgyu calmly for the second time.

"Didn’t you know?" Beomgyu gives him a smile of mockery. "Your brother will not be returning with all of you."

Despite Jungwon's confusion by Beomgyu's remark, he charges towards him with the intention to end him for good, as the mischievous king has been getting on his nerves. The group doesn’t relent from attacking one another, despite having spilled blood.

Soon enough, Jay and Yeonjun arrive at the scene. Jay's eyes widen in panic upon seeing his brothers battling against the dragon kings. His gaze flickers to Elora, and for a moment, he desires to rush to her, but he holds himself back.

"Command your brothers to stop attacking mine." Jay nearly growls at Yeonjun. "End this bloodshed now."

Jay expects Yeonjun to differ, but the latter takes him by surprise as he gives him a head nod before shifting his gaze to the scenery. "Brothers! Cease at once!" But his command is rendered futile as they continue their onslaught.

"Fuck this." Jay uses his vamp speed, rushing towards Sunghoon with the intention of helping him against Soobin, despite feeling conflicted about having to hurt Soobin.

Elora stirs lightly as she regains consciousness for the third time, now able to flutter her eyelids open without any difficulty. She feels a warm sensation where her bracelet is before a familiar surge of power traverses her body, eliciting a soft gasp from her.

Elora places her hand where her wounded stomach is, no longer does it throb painfully, as it is slowly healing thanks to the magic deriving from her bracelet. She attempts to rise from the floor, swaying lightly as her head spins, prompting her hand to hold onto the pillar wall.

The commotion from the group draws her attention to the view in her line of sight. She is taken aback by the bloodshed amongst them, while they don't seem to relent anytime soon.

Elora should have grasped the opportunity to make her escape from here, and she should have enjoyed the sight of bloodshed just as she enjoys killing since she is a clandestine assassin, but something is holding her back strongly. She has no idea why she feels a peculiar knot in her stomach upon seeing her enemies fighting against the dragon kings.

"Stop." Elora finds herself whispering, her breaths going laboured. The tips of her fingers feel warm before they ignite with the familiar magenta, while her indigo-hued eyes are glowing brighter than usual. The sound of swords clashing again triggers her this time.

"I said stop!" Her voice doesn’t sound like her voice at all — one that is filled with sheer authority and resounding — but what stops them is not the sound of her voice. The moment she commanded, luminous magenta mists that derive from her power spread out like a flash of light, shrouding the group.

Her indigo-hued eyes remain glowing, as does the power she wields that forces them to cease their onslaught. It is as though the magic she casts upon them compels them to heed her command.

"Just stop fighting." Elora mutters, her magic begins to flail while her head spins once more due to the exertion dawning on her body from wielding such unexpected power.

"Elora." Jungwon utters his name as soon as her magic has been dispelled, and before he can even reach her, Jake beats him to it as he catches the unconscious female in a nick of time.

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#enhypen #jake #enhypen poly #heeseung #sunoo #jay #jungwon #ni-ki #sunghoon #enhypen fanfiction #vampires #dragons #magic #fantasy romance #eternal curse

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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Requesting a reader hellbent on getting Gus to admit to not being human?

- 💀 anon

Gus giggles as you flash a bright light in their eyes, bursting into a full on fit as they speak. "That tickles, Sugarcube. Look at you, making a clown laugh, how funny is that? Sigh I knew you were the one for me."

"Can it 'clown'." You remove your hands from the table lamp to slam them on the smooth surface, Gus trying to keep his snickers to a minimum. This thing.. You don't know what it is, but it definitely isn't human. They don't even deny your claims, going on and one about how they were simply - clown.

Your suspicions derived from the fact their makeup never smudged. They never took it nor their costume off. Something you expected them to by now due to how long they've been invading your home. There was also the matter of their extreme flexibility and talent to pull things from thin air. Not to mention them being able to just vanish without a trace when you try to prove that someone has been stalking you, only for all of their equipment to be scattered across the floor the second you close the door.

"Tell me what you are right now. Or you won't like the consequences."

Their shoulder quake with a slight laugh. They fall as they continue. "Oh, Y/n. You wouldn't hurt me." Gus claimly states. It's the calmest you've ever seen them, and a little unnerving...

"Because who would hurt a clown!" Yet again - they laugh again without a care in the world. Your frustration reaches levels beyond comprehension, but through that fury an idea comes to mind. You're going to regret this in the morning.

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. Tell me what you are - and I'll give you a kiss."

Gus perks more than their cheerful face could express; smile reaching from ear to ear as they clap their hands together. Were the markings under their eyes always pink hearts? You remembered them being yellow suns.

"Well now you're talking! I'll be a pink elephant if it means I get to smooch those pretty lips of yours, Y/n. I'll tell you exactly you want to hear, but just know that despite everything I tell you, I'm just a normal clown.

#Gus my oc #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #yandere insert #male yandere #yandere blurb #yandere x you #Yandere clown #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling

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miss-morgans-lover · 1 year

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Marvel Headcannon 1:

Natasha Romanoff Past:

She never told the Avengers everything that happened to her in the Red Room, nor everything she did despite them trying to get her. Despite how she was taught (to have no emotion) she was afraid of what they'd say if they found out how bad the things she really did were.

She didn't even tell them her real name, and the newer ones (after AOU) didn't even know she was Russian.

Those that knew the most were: Bucky, Maria, Fury and Clint, the only ones to know her real name and the only ones to ever hear her intentionally speak with her natural voice and accent. She hides it in an attempt to stay hidden and keep her cover as Natasha Romanoff.

She also suffers from PTSD, but struggles to do much about it until Bucky got there. Once he did the both of them told eachother about their experiences and have gotten better. Some of these experiences they shared as they had worked together in the past, back when they both were with the KGB. She has nightmares and flashbacks, and hates going to Russia because it reminds her of what happened to her, and because she doesn't feel and knows she isn't safe there.

She feels safest with Bucky. Maria helps how she can, so does Clint. Fury tries but he doesn't know how to, but does only send her to Russia if she is the only one who can do it.

She and Bucky used to date back when they knew eachother and they begun to date again after they met again, both feeling safest and calmest with the other.

#bucky x natasha #natalia romanova #natasha romanoff #natasha romanova #bucky barnes #buckynat #winterwidow #winter soldier #the red room #kgb marvel #clint barton #maria hill #ptsd flashbacks #ptsd recovery #nightmares #marvel #mcu fandom

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sleepingdeath-light · 5 months

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relationship hcs ; jessie

requested by ; anonymous (21/05/23)

fandom(s) ; pokémon

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; jessie

outline ; “OH MY GOD IVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE WILLING TO WRITE FOR TEAM ROCKET IM SO EXCITED

ok ok so uh may I request general dating hcs for both jessie and james please ? (maybe someone who has a good living since both are homeless 🥹) THANK YOU !!”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

if there’s one thing that jessie values it’s her appearance, flying into a rage if her face or hair are even the slightest bit damaged during a mission, and that goes tenfold when it comes to you — she’s constantly trying to look her best and can spend hours perfecting her look before the two of you go out on a date (stressing over her outfit and accessories, doing and redoing her makeup because it wasn’t symmetrical enough, and taking her time to style her hair perfectly) even if it’s something casual like a night spend indoors or a walk around the park, because she can’t imagine not looking her best for you (yes, even if you tell her that she’s beautiful regardless of what she wears as she does take pride in her appearance beyond just your opinion of it)

and, speaking of clothing and accessories, she will ‘borrow’ your things whenever she stays over at your home: using your toiletries to smell like you, borrowing your shirts to sleep in, wearing your hoodies and jumpers out and about, etc. — and you’re also the only person who she’s alright with sharing some of her own items (your stuff is hers and most of her stuff is still hers, she’ll let you know what you can borrow if you ask)

she has an extremely short temper and has a terrifying type of anger about her that is sure to make even those closest to her ready to run and hide — this can make arguments and disagreements between the two of you extremely volatile unless you’re able to appeal to her more vain side and sandwich your concerns between compliments to placate you, but it also means that whenever she’s in a jealous or protective mood that the issue usually sorts itself out before she needs to do anything drastic (aka the offending party runs away as to avoid her wrath)

on a related note: when jessie gets jealous she becomes extremely confrontational with the offending party and extremely clingy with you — externally she’s on the offensive and terrifyingly angry, but internally she’s afraid of you leaving her for someone ‘better’ which leads to her fury worsening (she has a lot of issues stemming from her childhood)

she loves attention and popularity, and at times this can lead to her brushing you off when she’s caught up in whatever wave of positivity she’s in the middle of, but she never goes as far as undermining your relationship — she’s actually fiercely loyal to you and will turn her nose up at anyone who tries to ask her out (she may hate rejection herself but she’s not above doing it to someone else; she is a taken woman, after all)

domesticity really suits jessie and when she’s staying with you between missions for team rocket she seems so very at home doing simple couple things with you: going out on random dates, running errands (and getting side tracked because she’s a shopaholic), doing chores like cleaning and laundry, cooking together, eating meals together, watching whatever crap is on the television whilst cuddled up on the settee, using her knack for sewing to repair any clothes/items that were damaged on her person during missions or at home when she was away, etc. — moments like this are the calmest you’ll ever see your girlfriend and her team mates (who will occasionally stay with you if they can’t find alternate accommodation) also quickly picked up on this and will tease her for becoming your ‘house wife’ (which inevitably causes her temper to return and an argument to start)

if you have any snake like pokemon then you can guarantee that jessie will be making every excuse to spend time with them: training, playing, lounging, and so on — and the same goes for any poison types (bonus points if you have an ekans of your own for hers to play with, or any dratinis or smoochums because she just really loves them)

as far as sleeping arrangements go, she loves being curled up on her side with her face buried in your chest as you wrap your arms around her — it makes her feel loved, safe, and warm, and she never sleeps quite as soundly when she’s away from you

her default pet name for you is ‘darling’, but she’s also been known to call you ‘sweetie’ and variations thereof — and the cuter the pet name you use for her the better as far as she’s concerned

#sleepingdeath #fluff #fluff hcs #gender neutral reader #pokemon fluff #pokemon x reader #pokemon jessie fluff #pokemon jessie x reader #team rocket jessie x reader #team rocket jessie fluff

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missfrieden · 6 months

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Tech as a father Chapter 19

Back at work since monday, what a re adjustment, and my wrist acting up but feels better now.

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Chapter 19: Protective

As Tech stormed back into the shared barracks, cradling Orion tightly in his arms, the sight of his usually composed and unflappable demeanour now replaced by anger and fury was enough to surprise his fellow Clone Force 99 members. They exchanged concerned glances, realizing that something significant had occurred. Hunter, always the leader and protector of the squad, approached Tech with a furrowed brow. "Tech, what's going on?" he inquired, his tone laced with genuine concern.

Tech, attempting to collect himself, opened and closed his mouth several times, struggling to find the words to explain the injustice he had just witnessed. He didn't want to lose his composure further, especially in front of Orion. The infant, sensing his father's tension, clung to Tech's shirt, his wide eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. Unable to put his emotions into words, Tech reached into a pocket of his utility belt and retrieved the syringe device. He placed it forcefully on the table in front of Hunter, his voice filled with a simmering anger as he tersely stated, "That happened."

The device clattered onto the surface, its presence a stark reminder of the violation Tech believed the Kaminoans had committed against his son. The rest of the squad gathered around, their expressions shifting from curiosity to anger as they realized the implications of the syringe. Crosshair, always blunt and to the point, clenched his fists and growled, "They used that on Orion?" Wrecker's massive frame tensed, his protective instincts flaring as he glared at the device. "No one hurts our little buddy!"

Echo, who had experienced his share of suffering at the hands of experiments, placed a reassuring hand on Tech's shoulder. "Tech, we've got your back. What do you want to do about this?" Tech, still holding Orion securely, took a deep breath, his anger tempered by the solidarity of his brothers. "We need to make sure this never happens again," he declared. "Orion is not a subject for their experiments. He's my son, and I'll protect him." With the Clone Force 99 standing united, a renewed determination settled in their hearts. They would ensure that Orion remained safe and that the Kaminoans understood the consequences of their actions. Tech had shown them that when it came to protecting family, even the calmest member of the squad could become a force to be reckoned with.

Tech, having been shaken by the incident with the Kaminoan scientists attempting to take a blood sample from Orion, had become even more protective of his son. He felt that nowhere on Kamino was truly safe, and so he took Orion with him wherever he could, including the shower facilities. It wasn't an easy feat to shower while holding a now 4 month old infant, but Tech had adapted quickly. He had a routine down to a science, ensuring that the water temperature was just right and that he kept a firm but gentle grip on Orion. Tech knew that accidents could happen in an instant, and he couldn't afford to let his guard down.

As the warm water cascaded down, Tech made sure to keep his movements steady and precise. He washed himself with one hand while cradling Orion securely with the other. Despite the added challenge, he cherished these moments with his son. The feeling of the water droplets on his skin, the soothing sound of the shower, and the closeness he shared with Orion provided a sense of comfort in the midst of uncertainty. Orion, for his part, seemed to enjoy the experience. The warm water and the sound of the showerhead seemed to calm him, and he gurgled and cooed in response. Tech couldn't help but smile as he watched his son's tiny fingers reach out to touch the water droplets, his curiosity evident even at such a young age. Once their shower was complete, Tech carefully dried Orion and dressed him in a fresh set of clothes. He was determined to protect his son at all costs, even if it meant taking him into unconventional places like the shower. In a world as unpredictable as theirs, every precaution was necessary to ensure Orion's safety and well-being.

A few days later Hunter's enhanced senses kicked in, and he turned his gaze towards the viewing platform above the mess hall. Through the transparent glass, he could make out the unmistakable figures of the Kaminoans. They were watching Orion, their eyes fixed on the child with a mixture of curiosity and calculation. Hunter's expression hardened as he observed the Kaminoans' actions. He didn't like the feeling of being watched, especially when it concerned someone as vulnerable as Orion. "Tech," he muttered lowly to his brother, not wanting to cause a scene, "the Kaminoans are up there, watching Orion." Tech's brow furrowed, and he instinctively tightened his hold on Orion. He wasn't surprised by their interest in the child, but he didn't appreciate the intrusion. "Keep an eye on them," Tech replied in a hushed tone, his protective instincts flaring. "I'll make sure they don't get any closer to him." Crosshair looks at Orion before focusing on his meal again. "I do need new training targets anyway." The squad exchanged subtle glances, their senses on high alert as they continued to enjoy their meal while keeping an eye on the Kaminoan observers. While Orion is oblivious and simply tries to tug, with his tiny fingers, on his father’s sleeve and glove that peaks out from the armour. It was a reminder that, despite their unique bond with Orion, they were still under the scrutiny of the very people who had created them, and now, their family.

Chapter 20

Reblogs are very welcome and I am open for feedback, as english is not my first language, so maybe my sentences may be weird sometimes, or I write a word wrong even with google, or I use a wrong word for an item.

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erinevrly · 2 months

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everybody needs a little time away, i heard her say, from each other. even lovers need a holiday, far away, from each other…

peter cetera’s voice pours from the speakers and fills the sweet-smelling interior of the red jeep wrangler with a hint of nostalgia, but the driver doesn’t seem to notice. her sightless eyes remain fixated on the winding road ahead, looking but not really seeing. a fresh wave of tears blurring her vision, and still her foot continues to steadily apply more and more pressure to the gas pedal. she could care less she’s a long way from home, on decker canyon road; the road famous for two things — an impressive pile of rust-covered chassis of cars adorning its hills, and its uncanny ability to give even the calmest drivers gray hair and forehead wrinkles. she should pay attention to her surroundings as one wrong turn, one slip of a wheel and it’ll all be over, but… that thought no longer scares her. in fact, she embraces it. she’s been driving aimlessly for almost two hours now, trying to muster enough courage and looking for the perfect spot to put an end to all this pain. she doesn’t remember when exactly she lost all will to live but it must have been a gradual process, and now her mind’s made up — she needs a way out…

she catches a glimpse of her face in the rearview mirror and quickly looks away, appalled by what’s looking back at her. she resembles something straight out of a nightmare. her lip is busted and swollen, dry blood clinging to the corner of her mouth. her cheeks are puffy and red, tears mixed with mascara racing across the irritated skin. a purple bruise is beginning to bloom beneath her left eye. she makes a mental note to herself to cancel that trip to new york tomorrow morning, no fashion week or photoshoot for her, not anytime soon, her husband sorted that out. it was a particularly nasty fight, even as for their standards. the most violent one yet, she thinks, feeling helpless. it all started when the singer came back home later than expected, smelling like cheap beer and another woman’s perfume, and she decided to confront him right there and then. where’d he been? with whom? she threw all kinds of accusations at him before he even managed to take off his jacket. she told him she knew he’d been tempering with her birth control — did he really think she was an idiot and wouldn’t see a difference? then she told him, or rather half-screamed half-cried, that she was tired of the constant lack of attention from him. he was never there for her, not unless he wanted something from her, all while expecting her to be available at any given time. and so it went from there, neither needing more than a spark to ignite their fury. at some point, she ended up throwing an ashtray at him, aimed at his face but it hit him in the shoulder. glass scattered everywhere. she also delivered the first slap. though, when he finally retaliated, she didn’t really stand a chance.

and so here she is, all alone, with nowhere to go and a head full of terrifying ideas. she can’t go back home now, doesn’t want to go back home now. or really ever again. she’s finally had enough. she can’t keep going on like this. she’s decided that she won’t take him back no matter what he does or says. and who knows, maybe he won’t come crawling back this time ‘round? maybe he’ll keep his word and stay away from her. wouldn’t that be something? the only thing that she’ll miss is his dog, but other than that, she figures she’ll finally feel free, find happiness again. it will take time, but she’ll get through it. unfortunately, as she’s dwelling over the fateful events of tonight, the low-fuel warning light illuminates on the dashboard and captures her attention. even in the state that she’s in, she figures she can’t let her car die in the middle of nowhere in almost complete darkness. she might have a death wish, but she wouldn’t want the sentence to be carried out by some hobos with switchblade knives and rotting teeth. besides, she’s growing more and more tired, and who is she kidding? she could spend the next ten hours in this car and still she wouldn’t have the guts to drive it off a cliff.

she has to find a place to stay, but her options are limited to say the least. she thinks about going to the only place where she’ll always be safe and loved — her mother’s house. she wants nothing more than for her mom to take her into her arms and hold her, tell her that she did the right thing by finally leaving that man. however, one more glance at her reflection has her coming back to her senses. she simply can’t let her own mother see her like this. it would break venetia’s heart. she could go to meegan, but meegan’s seen too much already and it wouldn’t be fair to put her through this all over again. she could go to taryn’s, but she’s too embarrassed. her childhood friend’s never been particularly supportive of her relationship with the singer, and erin doubts she could handle a single didn’t i tell you so? she figures she could go to mandy’s, but it’s been almost two months since the last time they spoke. she and duff finalized their divorce at the beginning of april, and although the two women had tried to stay in touch at first, their bond deteriorated. if erin showed up at her doorstep now, she’d be putting both of them in an uncomfortable position. she could always go to a motel, but even though she’s toying with the idea of ending her life, she doesn’t want to go down quietly. what she really wants is attention. and to make the redhead pay for her suffering. and who else knows just how awful her husband can be? who would take her side in a heartbeat in any situation? who wouldn’t pity her or look away from her bruised face in disgust? who could help her get rid of this pain? there’s only one person, she decides and heads for laurel terrace where an old friend of hers currently resides.

steven. she’s never felt any sort of romantic attraction towards the drummer, even though neither can deny the strange tension that blooms between them when their eyes meet or hands brush against one another by accident. they’re good friends, that’s all there is to it, erin insists and her heart agrees — she’s only ever truly loved one man and never felt attracted to any of his brothers. how weird would that be? but she’d have to be blind and stupid to think steven feels the same way about her. he must have had a crush on her at some point (and maybe still does), or maybe he only found her interesting because of the strange rivalry between him and axl that’d been going on for months back when they first started hanging out. either way and whatever the reason, he’s always in her corner. he greets her with a smile, cracks jokes and makes her laugh even when she doesn’t feel like laughing… and unlike the other guys, who would much rather swallow a pile of shattered glass than openly take a side in the war of the roses, he never hesitates to choose her and call axl out on his behavior. she thinks their bond goes back to that time when the singer slept with adriana. erin had no one to confide in and steven was the one that she came to, the one who surely understood her pain to a certain degree and could sympathize with her, let her cry on his shoulder. she’s heard rumors that he’s no longer the same person now, that his addiction’s spiraled out of control, but she, naively, refuses to believe that. they all do drugs and drink. they’re only ganging up on him because he keeps getting under axl’s skin, and everyone always does as axl pleases… somehow, at this particular moment, that fact only makes steven’s house a more attractive destination in erin’s eyes. she won’t have to lie to him about what’s happened to her and he’ll surely have something for her pain. something stronger than valium. and so she makes up her mind.

it’s an hour long drive, but she makes it in almost half that time. driving recklessly just because at this point she’s got nothing to lose, wondering if she’ll eventually run out of gas or crash into some truck. her thoughts keep coming back to the fight, replaying all the horrible things that she said to axl, all the horrible things he said to her, causing more tears to well up in her tired eyes. her mind’s clearly trying to guilt her, make it seem like maybe she’s deserved all this. she reminds herself that she has to be strong, that she can’t go back now. every time her heart pangs and she begins to feel bad, she lifts her gaze and finds her reflection in the rearview mirror. a good enough reminder as to why she can never go back home. it’s no longer her home. she can’t live with that man, but she also can’t live without him… the irony, she thinks, shifting the car into park and shutting off the engine in the driveway of her friend’s house.

it takes steven a long moment to come to the door and another to actually unlock it. she can hear him fumbling with the chain, struggling to get it off the hook. but when he finally succeeds and invites her in, erin finds herself frozen in place and nearly gasps. he looks worse than ever. his clothes have sweat-stains on them and smell absolutely foul, a combination of booze and smoke and piss. his hair hasn’t been brushed in days, and when he opens his mouth to mumble a surprised hello, erin, she realizes that neither have his teeth. they’re yellowish, with remnants of whatever it was that he’d had for dinner stuck in between. one look into his eyes and she knows he’s both drunk and high, knows all the rumors are in fact true, and for a second feels sick to her stomach, contemplates abandoning her plan altogether and coming up with some silly excuse for her unexpected visit. but where would she go then? she tells herself that she’s feeling so uneasy solely because she hasn’t eaten much today, hasn’t slept either. her stomach feels like it’s been scraped from the inside, but she ignores it and forces herself to step inside, closes the door behind herself. the man in front of her is no longer the person that she used to know and love in the platonic way, he’s just a shell now, but she ignores that, too. the hollow look in his eyes, the odor. he needs help and all his friends have turned their backs on him, that’s why he’s changed so much, she tells herself, feeling sorry for him.

he leads her to a darkened, sunken living room, where heavy, black curtains have been closed for the night, blocking any light from the street. the place is a mess, much like its owner, but erin pushes a few empty cans and used syringe off the couch and sits down all the same, pretending she doesn’t see how what used to be a nice, cozy home is now a mix between a drug den and garbage dump. he offers her a drink and she takes it, out of politeness but also because she really needs to forget about what happened between her and axl. she feels like she’s wasted her life — who is she without him? no one. besides, she tells herself, she can’t be such a priss. she’s never been much of a drinker and so it takes all of her willpower not to just spit that first sip of her beer out. she holds on, forces herself to swallow and then opens up almost immediately, feeling the need to get it all off her chest.

she sniffles and wipes at her cheeks while retelling the story of how she got to where she is, leaving out a few details that could make her look bad. she can’t tell if steven’s really listening to her or just nodding his head and dozing off, his eyes are barely open, but she keeps talking to him all the same. when he finally regains control over his mind and body, at least to a certain degree, he tells her that she deserves better, that he knows the singer just as well as she does and he’s simply not going to change his ways, trades a secret for a secret even and fills her head with the kind of stories that axl kept hidden from her — whether they’re true or not is a whole different thing, of course, but she absorbs them either way. they leave her feeling even more horrible, even more unloved, worthless, and that’s when the drummer offers to help her out. she doesn’t even have to ask, he comes up with the idea to give her something for the pain, claims to have the perfect remedy, one he’s been waiting to share it with her.

they go upstairs. she follows him to his bedroom like a lost puppy, not really thinking much of it because they’re good friends and he’s just trying to help her in a way that no one else would or could. everybody else is too scared of axl to even consider sharing their drugs with her, or maybe too sane to even think about introducing a friend to heroin. most people would take one look at her and know that she’s having a mental breakdown and needs a therapist, not an addiction. but steven’s past the point of caring, all he can think of is another high and the fact that he’s waited for this woman to come to him for years. here she is, finally seeing that he’s a better man than the one who broke her heart, that he’d never lay a hand on her. he helps her out because she’s trembling, her hands shaking as she tells him she’s too scared of needles to do it herself. an anxious laugh rolling off her tongue, pale blue eyes scanning the place for an escape route. she contemplates backing out, but he talks her out of it, assures her this is exactly what she needs. this will make all her problems disappear. and so she extends her skinny arm, hoping he really will end her suffering.

it stings only for a second, but then an impossible warmth begins to spread throughout her entire body. she licks her swollen lips, tasting her own blood but no longer wincing. she closes her eyes, fireworks exploding behind her eyelids, ringing in her ears. but something’s wrong and deep down she can sense it. something’s wrong with her body, with steven, too, with this whole situation. it hits her like a freight train — she doesn’t want to be here, she wants to go home to axl. her chest feels heavy, so heavy that she can barely hold herself up, let alone take a deep breath. her back collides with the soft mattress below and it’s like a carousel, the world around is spinning so fast. for a split second, she’s feeling nauseous and even tries to signal that to her friend, but… is she making sounds or just moving her lips? she knows steven’s saying something back to her, but it seems that his voice is coming from miles away. are they underwater? would explain why it’s so hard to breathe. are her ribs made of lead? she can feel steven’s breath on her cheek, his hand touching her stomach, but her skin’s burning up at that point, and she couldn’t protest or panic even if she wanted to. the darkness and that impossible warmth begin to engulf her whole. gosh, there really must be something heavy sitting on her chest because she can’t breathe, her lungs refuse to expand. she parts her bruised lips but they’ve already begun to turn purple. the last thing she remembers is the sound of knocking coming from downstairs — what she doesn’t know is the man waiting outside, andy, will save her life tonight. she’s losing consciousness but she swears she can see her husband’s face. her mind, deprived of oxygen, must be playing tricks on her but she sees him and runs to him, wraps her arms around his neck and… the heavy, comforting warmth of his embrace feels far too good to not fade into as everything around her turns into dark nothingness.

#canon verse.#drabbles.#viewer discretion is advised :') that time er was having a real hard time and steven od'd her :')#the source material on this is conflicting and sketchy to say the least so i wanted to stay vague :')#i also honestly dont think the r word happened but the whole thing is again super sketchy to me

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0funsite0 · 2 years

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Only Teens 1

Summary: Next to being born to a wealthy family, where your and your boyfriend's parents own a successful company together, you are also on the straight path to succeeding as a young actress. But all that can be shattered with an unplanned teen pregnancy.

2K words

teen!jungkook x teen pregnant fem!reader

Warnings: pregnancy, chaotic thoughts, doctors

Your POV

Pregnant.

That's what the digital pregnancy test read. This sunny Saturday morning has turned into a nightmare.

My life is fucking over.

Tears streamed down your face as you held the white stick with shaky hands. You were 17, your boyfriend just turned 18 last week and you were 12th graders... There's no way you could raise a baby now. Your life was finally stepping on the right path, given that you were about to take one of the lead roles in the next part of a famous movie franchise.

But we used protection!

No, no, no... Mom's gonna kill me. And Jungkook too... Fuck!

Still, with your shaky hands, you lifted your phone to click on your boyfriend's contact. After just a few rings he answered.

- Good morning, Y/n! How are you? - he asked in his sexy morning voice.

- Jungkook... - you couldn't hold your voice back from cracking.

- Princess? What's wrong?

- We need to talk.

Jungkook's POV

Oh no... No, no, no... She's breaking up with me!

Why? What did I do wrong? Two years for nothing? But our relationship was good. Everyone at school envies us!

His heart was pounding in his chest, as he sat in his car and drove down to your family's mansion. Luckily he made it there safe. Y/n's parents were away on a business trip and her older half-brother, Jin was probably somewhere with his friends totally hungover after some party he went to, so she knew this was the calmest time to tell him.

As soon as he raised his hand to knock, she opened the door.

Oh, my God... she's so pale. And her eyes are puffy... Was she crying? Is she sick?

- Y/n... What's wrong? - he asked in the softest possible tone.

- Kook... - she broke down.

Oh, my baby...

Jungkook stood there for a split second, with widened eyes, but soon enough he laced her into his strong arms.

- Shhh... baby, it's okay. It's okay. - he kissed the crown of her head. - Talk to me, please.

What even...?

- I understand if you want to leave me, but... please... I can't do this alone. I need you!

She pulled away from the wet, teary spot she had left on Jungkook's shirt and reached into her back pocket, handing the white stick to his boyfriend.

Is it...? No... it's probably not what I think it is... Right? It can't be!

I can't be a father I'm 18 for fuck's sake! But we... we used protection. It must have broken...

- I need to think. -was all he said as he put the test back into her hands, and drove off with his car.

He was driving, and driving, totally unaware of his surroundings.

Where the hell am I?

He had no idea... Soon he parked the car close to a park, where he hoped he could have some fresh air.

She's probably joking...

She would never joke with something like that...

Fuck!

He sat down on a bench, millions of emotions flooding his soul. Anger, sadness, guilt...

Soon enough he couldn't stand sitting in one place anymore. He abruptly stood up and ran. Ran as far as his legs could carry him. He fucked up bad, he knew it. And there was no way back...

It was only about 2 hours later that he realized: she was home alone... more likely than not bawling her eyes out. And he left her at such a crucial time? She needs his support now more than ever!

You're such an asshole, Jungkook!

This time Jin, Y/n's brother opened the door.

Shit...

- Was it you? - the older asked with fury in his eyes.

Crap... he knows...

- I... um... We were... - Jungkook studdered.

- I have no idea what you did, - so he doesn't know. - but I came home to her curled up on the floor, totally miserable.

What have I done?

- C-Can I go see her?

Jin's face burned with pure rage.

- See her?! I think you saw enough, buddy!

A faint voice from upstairs broke the tension between the two boys for a second.

- Let him in.

Without another word Jungkook stormed past Jin and rushed up the stairs, taking the steps three at once. Carefully, not to startle her, he opened the door and set his eyes on the shivering girl, eyes red and puffy. She looked so small and breakable at that moment...

- Y/n...

- Jungkook... Are you lea-leaving me? - her voice was barely a whisper.

He took a slow step closer to her, so he was standing right in front of the girl. She looked up at him, hurt clearly shining in her eyes. He sat one hand on her cheek.

- Princess... no! I'm not leaving you. I know I behaved very immaturely. Forgive me? - he pleaded.

- Jungkook... yo-your reaction w-was natural for an 18-year-old hi-high school student who's going to become a fa-father.

I'm gonna be a father... What?

- That doesn't mean it was right...

He was cut off by the door slamming open. Jin barged in and everything happened at the speed of lightning.

Your POV

Your brother harshly grabbed the back of Jungkook's hoodie and yanked him against the wall, causing the family picture that was hung on it to shatter into tiny pieces.

- JIN! - you yelled, as you jumped up from the bed.

- Who's gonna be a father? - he hissed, looking down dangerously at your boyfriend.

He raised his fist to punch him but you managed to grab his arm, so he wouldn't hurt him.

It took at least 40 minutes for everything to cool down. You were now sitting on the couch next to Jungkook, Jin right in front of the two of you. He was sitting across the expensive coffee table on an armchair, arms and legs crossed, a blank expression on his face.

He was the one to break the silence.

- What the fuck guys?

Neither of you said anything.

We fucked up...

- You both fucked up...

Big time...

- Big time.

- We aren't getting rid of it. - Jungkook said.

You looked up at him in shock. Obviously, you weren't considering abortion either, but knowing that he was on the same page as you made you feel safe. You knew he was sticking beside you through thin and thick.

- We know we messed up, but this baby... - he gulped. - It isn't the baby's fault. It's our's and we are taking full responsibility for our actions.

He looked down at you, what seemed like he was asking for reassurance. You nodded. He basically said everything you thought out loud.

Jin sighed.

- How far along are you?

- I don't know. I only found out this morning.

Silence set in the house. The three of you spent the next minutes searching for a private gynecologist on various online sites. You wanted to make sure you were in the best hands. Soon you had an appointment set for next Wednesday.

- When are you telling mom and dad. - Jin broke the silence.

I haven't thought about that yet... I can't tell them... Dad's gonna kill me! Okay, maybe Jungkook first, but...

- I... Can't t-tell them.

- You know that's not an option...

- Ca-can we at least wait for a lit-little while?

- Y/n... a little while? You can not delay such a thing...

- Give me a few days.

Those few days went by fast. It came too soon, and your parents were back from their business trip. In fact, Wednesday came.

You exited the school building and found Jungkook already waiting for you in front of the gate, in his car. You quickly got in.

- Hi. How are you? - he greeted you.

- Still the same as I felt an hour ago when you last asked me. - you smiled shyly.

He scratched the back of his neck and chuckled nervously.

- I know, but still...

- Thank you for asking though. - you flashed a small smile.

And he drove off.

Things between you have become a lot different since that day. The atmosphere around you was almost... awkward? Yes definitely. It's mostly like he became a little protective but in a strange way. It seemed like he now saw you as a very fragile object, that would break if he spoke too much or too loud.

- Nervous? - you asked.

- Very much... - he breathed out a nervous laugh.

- Me too.

That was the only encounter you had during the whole drive to the doctor's office.

Soon after you got there and told the receptionist what you came for, the doctor welcomed you into the examination room.

- Miss Y/n Y/l/n?

- Yeah... That's me.

He warmly smiled at both of you.

- And this gentleman is...?

- Jeon Jungkook, Mr. Kim.

- Pleasure to meet you.

He led you to a bed next to the ultrasound machine. The room was bright from the large windows which let the warm afternoon sunlight flood the place. The overall atmosphere was friendly and calm, which was exactly what you needed considering the stressful situation you were in. The office also seemed very well equipped, which told you, you were in good hands.

- Alright, so this is your first check-up if I understood right, and you are teen parents.

- Yeah... - your cheeks flushed red in embarrassment.

- No, no... don't be ashamed of that. Let's face it, it's not the best thing in the world, but you are willing to take responsibility, and that's something I very much respect.

Wow... he's so kind!

- Besides, - he continued. - My mother went through the same thing when she had me, but she didn't have any support from either her parents or her boyfriend. So I'm more than happy to help. Not just as a gynecologist, but as someone, you both can share your problems with and come for advice.

- Th-thank you, Mr. Kim!

- Of course! - he smiled. - Now, let's take a look at your baby.

Oh, God... I have no idea how this is going to work... I'm scared.

You laid down on the bed and rolled your shirt up. He alerted you that the gel was going to be cold, which really made you flinch the second he squeezed some on your bare stomach. Jungkook was quick to grab your hand. The way he rubbed his thumb against the back of your hand soothed you.

Mr. Kim began working g with the ultrasound wand and soon enough he stopped when a tiny little blip appeared on the screen. That was your baby.

Jungkook's POV

As soon as he set an eye on the blurry figure on the screen, he stopped rubbing your hand, but never let go.

That... That is... My baby.

- There it is! - the doctor smiled. - Beautiful!

Exactly!

Mr. Kim pressed another button on the machine and a loud, consistent thrashing sound echoed through the room, filling both of your hearts with warmth.

- Nice and strong heartbeat. - he stated. - Baby looks totally healthy and from the size of it, it seems like you're a little over 6 weeks.

It's healthy!

- I'm going to print out a few copies of the sonograms and write you a perscription of the prenatal vitamins you shall take from now on.

And with that, he left the room.

Y/n slowly turned her head towards him. That's when he realized, that both of their eyes were full of tears.

- Jungkook... - she breathed.

- Y/n!

He leaned down and pressed a long and passionate kiss on her lips.

Were they scared as hell? Heck yes! But the sight of their unexpected creation, the sound of its little heart beating assured them, that they were going to do everything in their abilities to make sure this child had everything in the world and grew up in a full and loving family.

With that, Jungkook put the sonogram picture in his phone case. And never took it out ever since.

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