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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 1 year

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Cariño [Part 5]

Jake Lockley X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Masterlist • ao3 • want to be tagged?

Cariño Masterlist

Summary: “Kiss me,” you muttered, expecting to have to explain yourself, your reasoning, your plan.

Stealing the ankh was always going to be too easy.

A/N: Sorry this chapter has taken so long!

Warnings: typos, kissing, reader can't speak Spanish, please let me know if I have missed a warning

Word Count: 1628

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You weren’t sure why you had worried about getting upstairs. It had been almost too easy.

You had presumed that there would be at least some security, or barrier, or something. Seemed like Malay was another classic born-with-a-silver-spoon-in-his-mouth type that thought nothing could ever go wrong for him. And put too much faith in his security cameras.

More fool him.

The room you needed (3rd floor, god, why did his man need so many floors and rooms – everything was boringly minimalistic. It’s not like he needed the space.) was protected by a seven digit pin code.

You put your gloves and punched the numbers in. It would have been boringly simple to hack even if you didn’t have the code.

Jake followed close behind you, quiet with a faint frown of concentration on his face. It was like he was listening to something in the far distance.

Honestly, it was a little off putting, him being there. Someone watching you work. It was like you were performing, your hands shook with minute tremors that didn’t usually appear. But that was what it was always like when Jake was around.

The room was cooler than the other places in the house, the air conditioning buzzed lightly in the background. There were no windows, and only the one door. You closed it behind Jake as he stepped over the threshold.

There was a small woosh of air and thud-click as it shut.

Jake quirked an eyebrow at you. “We’ll be able to get out of here, right?” There was a hint of a smile at his lips, an injection of humour into his words. But it didn’t reach his eyes.

You nodded.

Jake swallowed and looked away, glancing around the room.

It was large, spacious with rows of cabinets housing precious art and artifacts from around the world.

But the lighting was static, cold. Meant to keep any possible damage to the treasures to a minimum, despite the face that they were sealed away. It was like a hospital.

The still air and lack of exits made the space smaller than it was, the walls closer. Like a tomb. Like a coffi-

“It’s over here.” You said, breaking Jake out of his thoughts. You had been watching him carefully as you found the ankh’s location.

There was a skittishness about him that you’d never seen before. A slight tense of his muscles. A subtle thing that he held well.

“You okay?”

He swallowed. “Yeah.”

You paused, in two minds before asking, “do you want me to prop the door open?”

“No.” He shook his head. It was obvious that he was lying. “Don’t want to attract unnecessary attention, do we?”

“No one knows we’re here.” You spoke softly.

“Don’t want to risk it.”

“Okay.”

You managed to tear your eyes away from him for long enough to go back to the task at hand.

There were no locks here, and it was easy enough to open the fifth drawer, take out the replica of the ankh in your bag and replace the real thing with it.

You felt, more than heard, Jake move near you, hovering just behind.

“Here,” you turned, smiling, and holding the ankh out to him. “Does this meet with your approval?”

You placed it carefully in his hands before going back and closing the draw.

Jake ran his fingers over the etched hieroglyphics, nodding.

There was a small change in the air, a momentary breeze. You frowned. There must be something wrong with the air conditioning.

“Shall we go?”

Jake finally looked up at you and nodded once again before slipping the ankh into his inside jacket pocket.

You weren’t entirely sure why you did it, but you lightly took hold of the wrist of his free hand and guided him gently to the door.

The pounding of his heart ran up through your fingers. He didn’t try to pull away.

You let go the second you were both out, your thumb tingled where you had brushed it over the back of his hand.

Heat has risen to your cheeks. You breathed in, a little too deeply, trying to get a hold of yourself before you turned back to Jake, your mouth open to speak.

The words never came out.

Jake’s face was tense, alert, his jaw clenched and his head bent to the side. Listening.

It was only then that you heard it. The faint crackle of a radio and booted footsteps. A guard.

Your eyes widened at the realisation. A brief flare of irritation ignited in your might. This wasn’t what was meant to happen. This wasn’t part of their protocol. Why the hell did they have to be wandering around now?

The emotion was quickly swallowed down and overcome with a spike of fear. This was what went wrong.

Jake grabbed your hand and pulled you down the corridor, his footsteps light and quick. You followed close behind him as he opened a door and hauled you both inside, shutting it just in time as the corridor came into the guard’s line of sight.

It was dark, but the faint light from outside was enough to illuminate the room. You glanced around quickly, the schematics for this building that you’d poured over playing out behind your eyes. This was a guest bedroom. Too high to jump. No way out.

Jake kept your hand in his as both of you listened intently for any sound in the corridor outside. The music from the garden floated in, barely audible over your racing heart and breathing.

There was another crackle of the radio. Footsteps. And the sounds of doors opening and closing, growing closer and closer and closer.

Jake tensed beside you.

This was not good. You both needed to be out of here without any altercation.

While there was a good chance that the both of you could incapacitate one guard, it wouldn’t be long before there’d be more. With guns.

Besides, even if you did get out, Malay's reach was wide, escaping his radar was something very few did.

Another door opening. Footsteps. It seemed like he wasn’t just doing a once over either. The guard was searching the rooms, not that there was much to hide behind in this minimalistic nightmare anyway.

Seeking passed him while he was in another room seemed too dangerous, but what other option did you hav-

A thought sparked in your mind. You winced. Internally trying to push it away, to think of something else. But you came up empty.

Another door opening, so much closer now.

You turned to Jake, pulling at his hand to get his attention. You could see the frown on his face even in the weak light.

“Kiss me,” you muttered, expecting to have to explain yourself, your reasoning, your plan.

But it seemed like Jake was on the same wavelength.

His lips crashed into yours. His hands coming up to cup your face and guide you backwards, pushing you up against the wall. The speed in which he moved took your breath away.

He swallowed down the small gasp of surprise that escaped your lips, sneaking his tongue into your mouth to deepen the kiss.

You grabbed at his biceps, screwing up the material of his jacket as he leaned in closer to you. You tried to push down the heat that flared along your skin, the longing that threatened to explode in your heart and overload your mind. This was just cover, this was just cover, this was just-

Jake pressed his body flush against yours, easing himself between your legs and sliding his hand down your right thigh. He took hold just behind your knee, his fingers warm and sure but so careful not to bruise despite the almost fevered rush in which he moved.

He groaned into your mouth as he lifted your leg up and over his hip, keeping his hand on your skin and holding it in place as he rocked against you, licking further into your mouth and-

The door opened. There was a flash of light.

You had briefly forgotten the whole point of this exercise.

Jake turned towards the light as you shied away from it, tucking your face into Jake’s neck as it blocked you from the intruder’s vision.

The guard made an apologetic sound. “Sorry, erm,” his Italian accent was strong, but his English was perfect. “This area, is off limits, I-”

“Oh, we are so sorry.” Jake smiled; the rumble of his words reverberated through his chest into yours. He sounded so confident, composed and sure of himself. Charming. “Just looking for a little private time.” He still hadn’t let go of your leg.

“Of course.” The awkwardness in the guard’s voice was enough to make heat rise to your face, as if it hadn’t already. “But I have to ask you to-”

“We’ll be out. Momentarily.”

The urge to hit Jake for that was so strong you nearly didn’t stop yourself.

The guard began to speak again before Jake cut him off.

“Just need a moment to look presentable.” Another dashing smile. “We won’t be a second.”

The guard paused before he nodded. “Of course.” And closed the door.

You both stayed still, Jake holding his breath as you heard the guard’s footsteps move away and a door open further down the corridor as he continued his patrol.

Jake put your leg down slowly, as if his touch could break it. You hurriedly smoothed down your dress, preferring to look anywhere except the man in front of you.

“Sorry.” He whispered. The sincerity of his voice was shocking in the quiet.

You stared up at him, confused.

He waited a moment before he grinned wickedly. “I smudged your lipstick.”

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mynotsohealthyobsession · 3 years

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Don't leave me

Book: Ride or Die

Pairing: Logan x MC

Rating: Explicit

Warning: angst / death / guns / blood

Words: 1321

Note: I was in a bit of dark place when I wrote this so you have been warned 👀

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Five liters.

The average amount of blood in the human body. Five liters. He had never seen that volume, but as he tried to stop the flow coming out from her, he doubted that was the right amount. It couldn't be. Because, right now, slipping through his hand and fingers, ignoring his efforts to stop it, it felt like twenty. Or thirty. Or maybe hundreds. He rapidly blinked, trying to focus on her, to help her.

"Logan…?" She whispered, her voice was terrifyingly weak.

"I'm here Ellie." He lifted his eyes to Detective Wheeler, rooted in his place, stunned. The gun that just a few moments ago was aiming at his chest, still in his hand. Still smoking. "Do something!" Logan shouted at him, hating him with every cell of his body. His voice grumbled, anger and fear mixing up in equal parts. The detective finally dropped his arm, running to his daughter while calling an ambulance for help.

"Ellie, sweetheart, I'm so sorry." Tears fell from her father's eyes, his hand shaking and his mouth slightly open, like he couldn't find the words or have the strength to let his voice out. He tried to hold her but Logan carefully pulled her closer, his eyes staring murderously at the old man.

"Don't you dare to touch her. You did this,." hHe said, restraining the rage he was feeling. He lowered his gaze and concentrated on her face again as her father watched her, crying. After all, he hadn't helped her when she asked, he was the one that had made her cry so many times. He was the one who hurt her. Her eyes started to close and her skin was more and more pale by the second.

"Ellie!" Logan called her, softly nudging her head with his shoulder, just an inch, enough to get her attention. She opened her eyes, a glossy look in them, trying to focus on him. He had caught her before her body hit the ground, leaning her against his chest and holding her shoulders with his arm. Logan took off his denim shirt and placed it on her chest, making pressure in the wound with his right hand, trying to stop the bleeding. She winced, pain going through her face. "Ellie, please, I need you to open your eyes, please." Everything happened so fast. One moment he was saying goodbye to her, ready to run away and out of her life, and in a blink of an eye, she was standing in front of him. Protecting him. Receiving the bullet that was destined to him. Her head fell softly on his chest, closing her eyes once more.

"Logan… The police… Is coming… You should go." Her voice was a whisper, every pause, every pained word, going through his body, making him feel his chest tight and his heart shatter in a billion pieces.

"I'm not going anywhere, Troublemaker." Her front was soaked in blood, the spark plug he had given her contrasting with the dark liquid, shining under the street lights, as a puddle was forming under them. His lips brushed her forehead as the tears threatened to fall from his eyes. He knew he couldn't break down, no right now at least. She needed him. "I promise I'm not going anywhere. I won't leave LA." He muttered, touching her forehead gently with his. "I'll stay with you."

"But--" A cough interrupted her, making her whole body shudder, leaving her pale lips spotted with red.

"Don't talk El… Just keep your eyes open…" His voice breaks a bit, his emotions dangerously close to overwhelming him. "I'll be fine, I promise. Just focus on getting better, okay? Don't worry about me." He couldn't be sure but for a moment it seemed like a tiny smile lifted her lips at his words. He heard the ambulance siren at a distance, approaching, alongside with a few police cars. But he didn't care. If he ended up in jail knowing she was okay, it was enough. There was no other option for him. She had to live. "You have to recover, Ellie. Langston is waiting for you. That’s your dream, what you have worked so hard for, remember?... You can't die, Troublemaker." The lump in his throat cut his voice again as the first tear slowly slid on his cheek, out of his control. "You can't die." He repeated, kissing her forehead again, his lips feeling how cold her skin was.

"Logan..." Her lips barely moved, her brown eyes closed again and her voice paused and low. So low. "I… Love you…"

"I love you too, Ellie." His tears falling uncontrollably now, their faces touching, her chest almost still under his hand. "And I always will." He heard the paramedics running towards them. "Please Ellie… Please… Don't leave me. I'll stay with you, but please be okay." Before he could say or do anything else, the paramedics were kneeling in front of them, gently but quickly, laying her on top of the stretcher. As they worked on Ellie, he tried to dry his eyes but stopped halfway. His hands were soaked in her blood. His fingers, shaking, took the hem of his t-shirt, the white fabric had been tinted in a dark red, clinging at his torso. His shirt, discarded by the paramedics to treat the wound, was also drenched. No matter where he put his eyes, all that he saw was her blood.

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His hands were holding the wheel of his car tightly. A voice inside his head telling him it wasn't too late to ignite the motor and run away. That he could come back another time. That he could face reality later, a couple more months was okay. But he knew it wasn't fair. His eyes closed as the constriction in his chest grew and his head fell back against the leather seat. With a shudder sigh he let his hands slip off the wheel. He had prepared himself for this the last couple of months, he couldn't turn away now. Logan finally opened the door, taking the bouquet of the passenger seat and walked as slowly as he could through the parking lot.

The place was pretty empty, the sun warmed his skin and everything around. His foot stepped on the grass and his heart ached, almost like that day. He had never been in a cemetery before, no one ever mattered enough to him.. He wasn't sure what to expect or what to do… He even didn't know if the flowers he had picked were okay.

The tombstones marking his path as his eyes searched for a specific one, trying to ignore the pain in his chest and his palms sweating, trembling a bit, his determination fading away with each step. Until he found it. Her tomb, in a white marble with her name carved in the top part, beside her mother's. A sad little smile rose up his lips, the fact that she wasn't alone, as silly as it sounds, gave him a bit of consolation.

'Eleanor Wheeler.

Beloved daughter and friend.

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal'

He kneeled, his eyes were burning and his breathing came up painfully. He placed the bouquet softly on the ground. The vibrant colour of the flowers almost sparkling under the sun. He didn't know what the flowers were or if he had seen them before. The florist had told him its name was cyclamen and that it was known as the flower of love but that wasn't the motive of why he chose it. The moment he saw it, it reminded to her. They were pretty and delicate but also wild and fun, their petals going up and down in a beautiful way. Free. Just like her. He sat on the ground.

"Hi Troublemaker. I'm sorry it took me so long to come."

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wowbright · 3 years

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Fic: Anything Lovely

Klaine Advent 2020: Ugly

Words: ~1500 words

Summary: Kurt changes his tie. A friendly doctrinal discussion ensues.

Rating: Teen and up

Another vignette from my Mormon!Klaine universe for Klaine Advent 2020. This vignette takes place a few weeks into their companionship, immediately after All Creatures Great and Small and Spider-Cat.

My Mormon!Klaine/Klaine Advent 2020 Masterpost.

Notes: The “MTC” is the “missionary training center.”

If you have any questions about cultural or religious references, feel free to use my ask box!

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“I can't wear this tie today. It's too …” Kurt contemplated himself in the bedroom mirror. He’d changed out of his cat-hair-covered trousers, and was now inspecting his top half for tell-tale signs of their covert operation. His buttondown looked fine, and so did his tie. If there was any cat hair on it, it couldn't be seen over the intricate purple, blue, and white pattern of tiny abstract flowers that once adorned one of his mother’s Sunday skirts. He finally settled on a word to describe it. “Happy.”

“What's wrong with being happy?” Elder Anderson asked.

“Nothing per se. But I'd like more of a contrast with tomorrow. Today, Jesus is in the tomb. Tomorrow, resurrection.”

Elder Anderson squeezed in next to Kurt to check his own necktie. It was a subdued navy one with thin, light blue stripes that crossed it at an angle. He gave Kurt a playful nudge with his elbow. “That sounds so Catholic. Maybe Elder Clarington’s right about you.”

“Oh, come on. It's not like I'm going to start drinking wine and chanting my prayers. I'd just like to acknowledge the important occasion of our Lord and Savior’s death and resurrection with more than words.” Kurt began unworking the knot of his tie. “So I can't wear this. I need something that's ugly. Like death.”

“That’s morbid. Besides, you don't own any ugly ties.”

“Plain then. Pedestrian.”

“You don't have any pedestrian ones, either, unless you've been hiding something from me.”

“Actually …” Kurt walked over to his dresser and opened his tie drawer. From the very back, he retrieved a plain, steel gray tie that was a little on the skinny side but not enough to break the dress code. “I have this. I wore it at the MTC a lot so I could fit in, but barely ever since. I like color and patterns. But it actually isn’t too bad. I made it from a bridesmaid dress my mom had, and I do like the sheen. Though of course, my liking it is irrelevant if my goal is to be plain.”

“You could never be plain, no matter what you wore.”

“Well, I have to try.” Kurt did the tie up, then pulled on his vest and suit jacket. Vests were not required in the dress code, but Kurt liked the look and the snug sense of being held they. “Okay?” He turned to Elder Anderson to get a critical evaluation of the outfit.

“Um, yeah. What I said stands. You look incredible.”

“I wasn't fishing for compliments.”

“I’m not complimenting you. Just speaking the truth. I'm sorry to be the one to break it to you, but I don't think you could look plain dressed in a burlap bag. You'd work some kind of magic on it without even trying. You always manage to be so debonair.”

Kurt could feel the blood rising to his face. Deflecting the first compliment hadn't worked. It had turned into a full-on assault of praise. He needed to try another approach. Like hiding his face. And changing the subject. Besides, they really needed to get going. He spun around and left the bedroom. “Anyway, it's not Catholic. It's Lutheran.”

Elder Anderson was hot on his trail. “Your fashion sense?”

“No, my Easter sense. My dad’s a convert. He was raised Lutheran.” Kurt stopped in the entryway to check his backpack for signs of cat hair. Thankfully, Spinnenkatze had spared it. She was curled contentedly on that little corner of the loveseat that she’d clearly decided was hers. “When I was a kid, our ward had sacrament meetings in the afternoon, so for a few years on Easter mornings, we'd go to church with my grandparents and then have brunch over at their house, and then they’d come to sacrament meeting.”

“That sounds nice.”

“It was. Their whole church would be filled with flowers like we do at General Conference. It smelled incredible. It really marked the contrast between death and resurrection.”

“Huh.” Elder Anderson pulled on his coat and bike helmet. “What was the service like?”

“It's been a while, but I remember they had a woman priest.”

“Really? That's wild.”

“Right?” Kurt grabbed his keychain off the hook and opened the front door, giving one last glance at Spinnenkatze before they went to admire how cutely she’d curled her paws around her sleeping face. He’d miss her, but she’d be fine. “What else do I remember …? I liked the choir. It must have had 40 people in it, at least. Loud and amazing. Other than that? They said the Lord’s Prayer and a lot of other rote prayers, and I got a little superior about that until my dad gave me a talking to.”

Elder Anderson chuckled behind him as they began to descend the stairs. “What exactly did you do?”

“I don't remember exactly, but I think I told my grandparents they shouldn’t pray that way because it was ‘vain repetitions.’”

“I can totally picture little Elder Hummel trying to preach the gospel to his grandparents. You must have been so adorable.”

“I was a pain in the ass, is what I was. And if bigger Elder Hummel gets arrogant like that, you really need to give him a swift kick.”

“Yeah, but technically you weren't wrong. Except possibly the disrespecting your elders part. If you did disrespect your elders. I guess it all depends on what your attitude was. Maybe you were just trying to help them.”

“Oh, I'm sure I was trying to be helpful. But technically, I was wrong.” Kurt heard Elder Anderson’s footsteps come to a stop behind him.

“But how? Jesus said ‘when ye pray, use not vain repetitions.’”

Kurt looked over his shoulder at Elder Anderson. He looked unusually boyish just now. He had that expression on his face that kids get when they encounter a concept they've never run into before. Surprised, perplexed, and unsure how to proceed. Not any of the anger that he was used to seeing in adult’s faces when one of their dearly held beliefs was challenged.

“I used to think that too,” Kurt said. “That you should never repeat the same prayer twice because that would be vain repetition.” He lowered his voice. “But when I went to the temple.”

“Oh.” A light bulb of understanding flashed on behind Elder Andersons eyes. “I hadn’t thought of that.”

“I mean, honestly,” Kurt adjusted the volume of his voice even lower, leaning close to Elder Anderson, “it freaked me out a little when I realized that every time you go through the temple, it's the exact same thing: the same words, the same movements, the same prayers. But those aren't ‘vain repetitions.’”

“I guess,” Elder Anderson whispered back. “But isn't that different? Because it's the temple? I mean, ordinances have to be performed in very specific ways because that's how the Lord set it up. So they have to be repeated word for word.”

“Yeah, but just because prayers don't have to be memorized doesn't mean they can't be. I don't think the Lord's going to condemn people for saying rote prayers with a sincere heart. How is that vain?” Kurt realized he was still whispering and leaning in toward Elder Anderson, even though he didn’t need to be anymore, since they were past talking about the temple. He straightened up and resumed his descent. Elder Anderson skipped down behind him. “I think ‘vain repetitions’ is more like when the Zoramites got on top of their Rameumpton and pretended they were praying but were really just talking to themselves, telling themselves over and over how awesome they were and how God loved them the best and everyone else was going to hell.”

“Huh. I never thought of it that way.”

“Well, it's all very theoretical in any case. It's not like I'm gonna go memorize the Lord’s Prayer and start saying it every night. That would feel weird. I guess I'm just saying that I see the worth in it. And I'm not going to judge other people for doing it.”

“No, I think I get what you’re saying,” Elder Anderson said as they stepped out onto the sidewalk. It was cloudy, just like an Easter Saturday should be. “‘If there is anything virtuous, lovely, or of good report or praiseworthy, we seek after these things.’”

Kurt’s heart did a little leap, the same kind of leap it did in those Easter services long ago when his nose got hit by all those flowers. “That’s one of my favorite scriptures.”

Elder Anderson beamed. “I thought it would be. It’s one of mine too.” He bumped his shoulder lightly against Kurt’s as they walked toward their bikes. “We're two peas in a pod, aren't we?”

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riseofarmy · 3 years

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01 | YOONGI KNOWS BEST

i can do this all day 01 | yoongi knows best

author : @riseofarmy

pairing : kim seokjin x original character

words : 1938

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previous chapter

DARLING

Yoongi squints his cat eyes and looks into my own from the folds of my jacket, but doesn't make a sound. Good boy. It's like you can read my mind. I stand still for what feels like an eternity, tuning out my heartbeat to check for any unusual sounds.

The one time I hadn't checked if other people were following, some whackjob had managed to tail me. If it hadn't been for Yoongi's soft hiss - something he only does around strangers - I wouldn't have even known I was being followed and would have led the creeper straight to the Han inheritance.

Just thinking about how close I had been to losing the treasure sent a shiver through me.

So thanks again, Yoongi. You and your hatred for social interaction saved our asses.

In acknowledgement of my mental gratitude, Yoongi pokes his head out of my jacket again and looks around. We were right in front of the entrance to the old Han tomb, which was embedded in a small hill among the Mount Ilsan forests. The tomb itself was made of light grey stone and extended into the mound, with the open entry leading to a locked door.

I pause under the entry for another minute, patting his soft, black fur and gathering my wits. It had taken me over a year to move back to Daehan-Minguk, but now that I was here it felt like my plan finally had a shot at success. The one thing I needed to make all my wishes come true was inside my tomb, and all I needed to do was get my hands on it.

The magic lamp.

"We'll go find it one day, Darling," my dad had said to me one day, when I was still too young to know how evil people can be. "Then I can treat your mum like the queen she is to me."

But first, I needed to get in.

I walk through the entry, where I'm faced with an imposing set of double doors made of the same grey stone I assume is used through the whole tomb. Yoongi nuzzles my hand when I bring it to my neck, where a small drawstring bag hangs; inside is the key my father gave me as he told me about the tomb.

It was a strange-looking key, with teeth poking at five angles rather than just one, but it clicks perfectly into the lock, and I nearly slump with relief. A part of me had been worried that perhaps after all I did to get here, the key wouldn't even fit, that my dad had made some sort of mistake.

There was no need to fear though. Stone grinds against stone as the doors are drawn apart by some ancient mechanism, and I step through.

If I didn't already know about the Han family, I could learn everything I needed to just by looking around.

Within was a long hallway, and in each of the small rooms branching off was the burial chamber of a different Han. The whole tomb was lit by the afternoon sunlight streaming through yellowing windows and all of the chambers were basically dripping in gold, studded with gems and draped with silks, all covered in a layer of dust.

As expected, the Han were filthy rich, even in death.

It was a little bit sickening to see when I had to slave away as a labourer for two years just to have the money to get to Daehan-Minguk. I tell myself that I would come back here one day and take away from the dead what they couldn't use anyway, but not now.

Right now, I have to go to the oldest tomb, the one which held Han Jinsoo and Han Euntaek. Everyone thought Euntaek started the Han empire, but the real brain behind the operation was his wife, Jinsoo. Despite having to pass credit to her husband for all her work, she built the most successful merchant business in Daehan-Minguk, and it was in her chamber that the real treasure was hidden.

I make my way to the foot of her tomb and find the brick with Jinsoo's name written on it, exactly where my dad said it would be. Before I can have second thoughts, I press it hard. For a stomach-churning second, nothing happens, but then I hear stone grinding again and the floor between her tomb and Euntaek slides apart.

Alright. Everything's going according to plan.

Yoongi pokes his head out to examine the dank, earthy smell coming from the steps the lead to the underground room. It had taken me so long to get to right here, and not once was I nervous. I knew this is what I had to do the second my dad told me about it, but now that I'm here...

No, I can't have second thoughts. I have to see this through to the end.

With a pat on Yoongi's head to gather my courage, I stride down the stairs, my heart already beating more erratically as I get closer to my dream. After the stairs is a long, winding passage that got darker and colder the further I went, but one last turn later, I'm faced with... more gold. What a surprise.

It's kind of pretty here though. I can't figure out how, but light streams into the room even though we're underground - it's just bright enough to set the looming heaps of coins alight with a soft orange glow. It wasn't dusty like the upper chambers, but I could still tell that no one had been here since it was last locked up.

Yoongi accidentally flicks my face with his tail as he wiggles out of my jacket and onto the floor. He walks alongside me as I explore the rolls of silk leaning against the walls, the chests filled with sparkling gems and-

Hang on. Where is it? Money, more fabric, diamonds... Is that the old royal crown? More gold, more gems...

I can't find it.

Even after searching for another hour, digging through the coins with a bored Yoongi clawing at my back, I can't find the lamp. Oh hell no. This is not happening right now. I can't have come all this way for it not to be here.

Panic grips me for a moment and I drop to the ground, running a hand over the hair that was just starting to grow out again. Come on Darling, think!

Dad said the old Han tombs were within the Mount Ilsan forests. He had given me the key, said to go into Jinsoo's chamber and press her name at the foot of her tomb, that the room I'm looking for would open. He told me everything he knew about the Han magic lamp...

Which means someone else has already come and taken it. But that can't be right either - Dad was the only one who knew about it, and I was the only one he told. There's no way someone could have just stumbled on the tomb either - it was set within jungle-like forests in the crook between two mountains, and the nearest town was hours away.

"Miaaaanngg." Yoongi butts his head against my legs, wrapping his tail around an ankle in the way he does when he wants to show me something.

"Not now Yoongi. Show me after I find the lamp, okay?" But he doesn't give up, pouncing on my foot with a newfound vigour and even attempting to bite my shin.

"Alright alright! Have it your way you utter goose." Finally satisfied, leads me to a chest I had already looked through and elegantly settles himself next to it. Unbelievable.

"Thanks Yoon, but I've already checked that one." I don't know if cats can look unimpressed, but he manages to do just that at my response. I take a step away from him, but he lets out a loud yowl and starts batting at the ground.

Where Han Jinsoo's name is inscribed in the stone.

"Yoongi!" I pick him up in a tight snuggle, pressing kisses to his head as he pretends not to enjoy it. "I'm sorry baby, I'll never doubt you again, I swear! I'll get you a whole cat palace for yourself."

With Yoongi snug in my arms, I stare at Jinsoo's name on the brick. I guess she only wanted the lamp to be taken by someone who needed only that - if I hadn't known the lamp existed, I would have been distracted by the never-ending rooms of gold.

Maybe it was important to her, too, when she was alive.

A wiggle from Yoongi prompts me to lean down and press the brick hard. This time, instead of any sort of door opening, the brick next to it pops open to reveal a hollow space filled only with-

The magic lamp!

I pick it up gently and nearly start crying with the relief that finally, finally, it was in my hands. Eleven years. That's how long I've coveted this lamp, and now...

A shit-eating grin creeps on my face as I examine it.

The body of the lamp was made with intricately hammered gold and the shade made with glass that fades from purple to clear. There was a peculiar jewel set into the gold - it's a deeper, velvety purple in the shadows, but a softer, lavender when the light hits it right.

Yoongi looks disgusted when a deranged cackle bubbles in my throat, but I didn't care. I felt a little deranged, drunk on the power this lamp gave me, this tiny lamp worth more than everything in this entire tomb put together.

"Yoonie-baby. Are you hungry? I bet you are. You want me to give you something yummy to snack on?" Yoongi simply drapes himself over a particularly soft roll of silk, ignoring me pointedly as if to say 'where in this room are you going to get food for me from?'

I stick my tongue out at him (even though he doesn't see it) and I stare into the gem in the lamp. "I'll show you. I wish that Yoongi had something to eat."

Nothing happens.

I wait for a minute - maybe it's dusty from not being used? - and then another, but still, nothing happens.

Just as I think to try again, though, the lamp starts to get warmer in my hands, trembling as if there was something inside. It gets so hot that I want to drop it, but it's like my fingers are glued to the gold. Not just my fingers are stiff though, my whole body seizes up and I can't move no matter how hard I will myself to.

Yoongi hisses at the lamp as it suddenly lights with a flame that flickers white and lilac. The flame doesn't stay within the glass shade - it grows until it shoots up to the ceiling, spreading across the surface and then back down the walls to cover everything in the room.

The fire morphs into a thick, purple smog, and just when I think I might choke on it, the smoke gets sucked back into the lamp.

Just like that.

It all happens so quickly that I might have imagined it, but the air smells different now, less earthy and more like jasmine. My fingers unstick from the suddenly cold metal and let it fall to the ground. I follow it down, letting Yoongi jump into my lap as he yowls and butts his head against my quivering hands.

And then, a voice.

"Man does it feels good to be out of there!"

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hanaridulsetcheese · 4 years

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Loving the Enemy~ Bang Chan

It was a tough battle indeed. You were barely holding on but you had to pull through somehow. Your troops were down, your lab was under attack, there was no safe place to hide.

"We have to get out of here. The roof's about to collapse. " his voice was rough, fear and worry evident.

You had never once thought that in your lifetime you would be working side by side with Bang Chan himself.

~~~

It was the dawn or yet a brand new day, you were just finishing up the last bits of your new project, what was it? Nothing much, just a new device that would destroy the human race, that's it.

You called it Typhoon. Inspired by the Greek myth of the best that reigned terror and havoc in ancient times. Designed to destroy anything in its path, this was your life's work all complete and you were itching to test it out.

Let's do a quick introduction before we start anything else.

You were known as the Red Warrior, Mistress of Invisibility. You possessed the power to make yourself and others invisible. A useful power indeed, it completely wiped you off the face of the Earth, you were untraceable.

The name Red Warrior came from your style of fighting, you would sneak up on your victim and attack, the only thing they would see was blood, spilt on the floor.

You liked your name and reputation, people shivered at the mere mention of your name. It gave you power, you liked power.

Everything was perfect, people feared you, they work to your bidding, things stayed that way until he arrived.

You hated the thought of him, he made you so angry, you might have taken out a few cities because of him but it was his fault.

Bang Chan was the bane of your existence. Coming into your life one day, out of nowhere and ruining everything you worked for. He was the only one that wasn't afraid of you, he did not fear you, and you hated that.

Bang Chan was your typical heartthrob, every girl loves him, every guy wants to be him and every parent wants him as their child. Everyone thought he was perfect, or but he was far from it.

Bang Chan went undercover as the world's superhero. He was simply called The Saviour, why? Because every time to went out to do your daily terrorising of people, he was there and he stopped you.

He even went as far as to stop one of your big projects from commencing, he possessed a great control of his mind, he was able to do things that ordinary people couldn't do, you envied that. For years, you tried to train your mind to work a specific way, to tried to change it to see through the realm of reality but it never worked, you had an extraordinary mind, yes, but it was not like Chan's.

He was the only one who could see through your invisibility because he could see through the other realm. This pissed you off. Chan could sense when you would attack and how just through that mind of his.

It became known afterwards, that the only person that could defeat you was The Saviour, who only you knew was Chan.

The two of you had been at war for years, trying to stop one another. You had given up trying to terrorise people and tried finding ways to weaken Chan and his mind. You were practically in hiding trying to create the master plan that would finally take down Bang Chan once and for all.

You had become obsessed with him, occasionally you would stalk him to see what he was up to, of course, he would sense you but wouldn't do anything. You found it strange but continued that for a while.

That's when you finally created it, Typhoon. It took your three years you finally build the monster, but you did it. You stood in your lab, admiring your hard work.

The monster stood a whopping thirty feet tall, you were lucky that you had space to build him, his gleaming red eye looked down on you, you saw your reflection on his armour, you were pale and skinny, obsessing over building him for the past three years had taken a toll on you but you didn't care. A few years of sacrifice will result in your long reign of terror.

"Mistress, we have a report on Chan. " a young man came entering the room, he was Kim Namjoon, (Y/N)'s right-hand man. The pair had met when (Y/N) had found him sitting in a dark alleyway two years back after gathering materials for Typhoon. He was furious, throwing balls of fire from his hand onto the nearby trashcan. Immediately, the Mistress of Invisibility took an interest in the young lad.

She brought him back to the lab, explaining to him who she was and why she brought him with her. He was curious and scared, she liked that.

She trained Namjoon and allowed him to work on Typhoon with her, soon becoming her right-hand man. While working on Typhoon, they recruited others to join them, forming a small army.

"What has the loser been up to know? " (Y/N) asked, still admiring her monster as if it were her child that just won a prize for being the most terrifying.

"Jungkook said that he saw Bang Chan sitting in a graveyard staring at a tomb for the past two hours," he reported.

Moving her attention to Namjoon, she looked at him with a confused face, trying to figure out why Bang Chan was there.

"Two hours? " she pondered, an evil thought forming in her evil mind. "Let me go give him some company. "

Heading to the graveyard, she saw Jungkook's figure crouched down behind a tombstone a few yards behind Bang Chan, making her way to him, he immediately bowed to her in respect.

"Mistress, he's been here for a long time. I don't know what he is doing. If I move more forward, he would catch me. " (Y/N) nodded, telling Jungkook to head back to the lab.

She watched Chan for a while, seeing his figure shake from the cold, was it the cold? Or was he...crying?

She took the risk of moving closer to him, close enough to hear if he was saying something. She wondered how he had not sensed her yet, or even Jungkook before.

Something must be wrong with him.

"Why did have to leave when I needed you the most? " (Y/N) was shocked to hear her enemy cry.

His sobs filled the dense graveyard, (Y/N) stayed as quiet as possible, hoping not to get caught.

"I don't want to do this anymore. I can't live like this. " he continued, "She's exactly like you. "

His words sparked something inside you, you wanted to know more.

"I can't live loving my enemy," he spoke, those words caught you off guard. The hand you were using keep yourself in a steady crouch position slipped a little, causing the gravel beneath you to make a noise.

"Shit. " you muttered, turning your self invisible running away before Chan could sense you.

Racing back to your lab, you couldn't get the words Chan spoke out of your head. This completely took you by surprise.

Your men were worried when the saw you racing back to the lab in such a panic, you didn't bother to explain anything and ran straight to your room and locked yourself up.

"Mistress? Is everything okay? " Namjoon said from the other side of the door.

Trying to control yourself, you gathered your words and spoke, "I'm fine. Just leave me be. Make sure everything is prepared for tomorrow. "

You couldn't let one small thing like that throw you off guard, you couldn't let it blind you from your goal.

The next day when you awoke, the words of Chan were still fresh in your mind but you managed to push it back and focus. Today was the day you were planning to attack, earn back your reputation back once and for all.

Typhoon was ready, you all were.

Namjoon stationed himself in the monster, ready to control and attack at your command. You already had your troops out there wreaking havoc just to start everything up.

Soon, you march out into the city, the sound of people screaming and running away in fear of the monster made you smile.

"Are you scared of me now?! " you called out to the people of the city. They all looked around for you, fearing that you may strike them.

"Bow down to me! Your saviour is no match for me. "

Namjoom, with the help of Yoongi, another member of your troop, had managed to hack every piece of technology allowing you to broadcast your message even wider.

"You can't hide from me. Just join my troop and you shall be safe. Fail to join and well, it's the ned for you. "

Typhoon trampled building, crushing it to the ground. You sat on top of the monster and laughed each time someone ran away in fear.

Your fun was cut short when the person that had been stuck in your mind appeared.

"Looky here, The Saviour, about time you showed up. Ready to lose? " you tormented.

"DON'T DO THIS! " he yelled out. His mask covered his face but his eyes still shone brightly, you could see that he was trying to formulate a plan.

"What you're gonna do? Open a portal and take my monster to another dimension? " you tormented.

"You think I can't? " he opened up a portal to another realm, trying to force your monster into it with his mind.

"Namjoon, show him what this baby can do. " you hopped off the monster, sliding down it arm before dramatically landing on the ground perfectly, you might've practised that a few times.

Typhoon conjured up a thunderstorm, aiming it a Chan. He barely had time to react. Lighting bolts fired its way to Chan, hitting him in his chest and sending him flying backwards, hitting the rubble that was formerly an office building.

Laughing at his misfortune, you made your way towards him, kicking his weekend from before crouching down.

"Give it up Channie. You're no matched for Typhoon," you smirked.

Grabbing your hand before you could get up, Chan pulled you towards him and took you through a wormhole.

Even though your distorted figure travelling through the wormhole, you could still feel Chan holding you.

Where was he taking you?

Soon, you felt yourself land on a soft surface. You opened your eyes to see Chan staring at you. You pushed yourself off him.

"What did you do? " you pulled out your dagger, not bothered about your surrounding but more about the man in front of you.

"(Y/N), " he said softly, trying to approach you. On instinct, you slash your dagger, cutting him on his face. A long scar formed, the blood seeping through and drilling down his face.

You continued your attack, he was forced to defend himself, pulling out his own dagger, similar to yours. You were caught off guard when he pulled it out, this allowed him enough time to disarm you, using his mind to bring your dagger to him.

You got angry, running towards him, you were going to fight with your bare hands. You weren't going to go down without a fight.

Throwing both daggers to the side, Chan blocked all your attacks.

"(Y/N) let me explain! "

"You stole that dagger! Where did you get it from?! " you kicked him hard as he held onto your hands.

"It's not what you think! "

He got tired of trying to contain your attacks, he took control of your body using your mind. You couldn't move a limb.

"What are you doing? " you fought hard in your mind for control of your body. Chan was overpowering you but you managed to break free.

You tackled him to the ground, pinning both his hands above his head as you straddled him.

"How did you get that dagger?! " you growled, your nails digging into his skin.

"Its mine- "

"Lies. You stole it! "

Chan got tired, he used all of his strength to escape your grasp, getting hold of you and pinning you to the ground. His eyes changed colour, what was once brown was now a murky grey.

You made the mistake of looking into his eyes. Immediately something flashed in your mind.

You were walking across a battlefield. The remains of the battle still sprawled across, in the process of being cleaned. Your planet had been in a battle with people from Earth.

Yes, you were from another planet.

In order to save you, your master had sent you and the boy you trained with to Earth before your planet could be destroyed.

Before sending you, he left the boy if you with daggers to protect yourself and remember each other.

"I don't want to be separated. " the boy said to you, holding your hand.

"We'll find each other again. " you told him. You kissed his cheeks and boarded the ship that would take you on Earth. "Don't forget to find me, Chan. "

You were brought back to reality. With heavy breathing, you looked at Chan.

"You- You found me. "

"I did. " he smiled at you, letting you go.

You couldn't believe it, all your life on Earth, you waited for Chan to come, but he never did. The bitter thought of him forgetting you turned you into what you were now.

"You didn't forget about me. " a tear slipped out of your eye.

"I could never forget about you," he said. "I felt your presence and immediately came to get you, but I had to make sure it was you first. It took me a while because my powers were kind if faulty. " he rubbed the back of his neck.

Soon realisation struck me, "Chan! We have to stop Typhoon! "

~~~

That brings us to the present. After Chan opened up the portal back to reality, you were shocked. Half the city was already torn apart.

"Namjoon! Stop the attack! " you tried calling out to him but he didn't listen. "Namjoon! "

"M-mistress? " you heard a voice call out to you.

"Jungkook? " you rushed over to the boy, his lower half was trapped underneath a wall of a fallen building.

"He's gone crazy. Tool out half the troops as well. " he coughed blood.

"What do you mean? " there was a crash above you, a bolder was hurtling your way, Chan managed to send it through a portal before it hit you.

"Well well well, the Red Warrior. " Namjoon called out. You turned your attention to him.

"Namjoon stop this now," you said firmly but he just laughed.

"Why stop now, isn't this what you wanted? "

"Namjoon I order you to stop! "

He ignored your command.

"I knew you'd go soft, after what you heard in the graveyard. " he shook his head. "I couldn't let your emotions get in the way of our work. We started it, now we have to end it. "

"Why are you doing this?! "

"You really don't know? " he scoffed, "Why do think I so angry the day you found me? Have you ever stopped to ask me? "

I stopped to think, I didn't know.

"Why were you angry? " I asked him.

"You killed my parent that day. I came home from school and they were dead! We came to Earth just like you, to live a peaceful life! Why'd you have to do that?! " he blasted Typhoon's lasers at us. We barely managed to dodge the lasers.

It ended up hitting another building.

"We have to shut down Typhoon! " I said to Chan while dodging another round of lasers.

"Youll never get in! " Jungkook yelled, still trying to get out from under the wall. Chan levitated the wall, allowing him to slip out. His leg seemed to be broken.

"He's got the entrance wired. There's no getting in it out. "

"I could open a portal. " Chan said.

"You can't, this was designed to take you out. I made sure that it couldn't be bent out of reality. "

"What do we do then? "

I racked my brain to find other ways of shutting down Typhoon. The only known power switch was in, "The lab! We have to get to the lab! "

Chan opened a portal to the lab, we all walked inside the portal but Namjoon noticed.

"No! " Jungkook screamed as Typhoon's hand grabbed him just before the portal could close. It was too late for me to reach out to him.

"Jungkook no! " I yelled as the portal closed.

"(Y/N) we have to move on! " there was a loud crash on the lab's roof. Namjoon was here, we had to fast.

Namjoon constantly attacked the ceiling, making it hard to move around. I had to get to the power source but the falling roof made it difficult.

A giant piece of the roof fell on my arm as I was crawling underneath a piece of rubble to get to the power source.

I yelled in pain, "(Y/N) are you okay?! " Chan said, trying to clear a path to get to me. I clutched my arm and sucked back the tears. I had to stop this. The power source was in sight, "If I could just get to it. "

I pushed past the pain and managed to enter the code. The attack stopped, I was relieved, "(Y/N) you did it! "

The rumbling started again, the roof was unstable.

"We have to get out of here, the roof's gonna collapse. " Chan said, helping me get up.

"Not so fast! " we turned around and saw Namjoon being held at gunpoint by a man with a mask on.

"Help me, please! It's all his doing! He was controlling me on the inside! " Namjoon pleaded.

"Shut your mouth! " the man jabbed his gun into Namjoon's ribs.

"Who are you? " Chan stepped forward, shielding me.

"Oh you don't know? " he pulled off his mask. Chan and I gasped.

"Master? " I was stunned.

"I thought you were dead. " Chan said, "Your grave-"

"All fake," he said. "I did that so I could come down to Earth and finish what these humans started. " he shoved Namjoon forward a bit, "This little puppet here helped me, angry at someone for killing his parents, it was easy to poison his mind. "

"You killed them? " I scrowled.

"Duh," he said. "Now it's your turn. " he aimed the gun at Namjoon. He was about to pull the trigger when Chan leapt through a portal and knocked the gun out of his hand.

The impact of Chan landing caused the roof to start crumbling.

"It's going to come down- "

It was too late, the roof came down crushing everything in its path. Unfortunately, we were the ones in its path.

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dovakhiindrabbles · 5 years

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#5. "I can't sleep, can I sleep here?" With Farkas? I was thought it was a little weird that you just get Kodlak's room and everything, and its gotta be hard trying to sleep with all these new harbinger responsibilities and in a bed that belonged to your now-dead leader.

Getting back to my roots over here haha! I hadn’t actually really noticed that whole situation with Kodlak’s room, but I never really slept anywhere other than my house while playing. I can totally get what you mean though, and writing this prompt was tons of fun!

Thank you so much for sending this in and I hope you enjoy and have a terrific day!

“I can’t sleep, can I sleep here?”

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“Oh, come on Harbinger!” Vilkas exclaimed, a mug of mead perhaps the only thing he could steadily hold in his drunken state. “Don’t tell me you’re a lightweight!”

Everyone around you was celebrating, drunkenly chattering and roaring with delight amidst your rise in rank as Harbinger as declared by Kodlak’s spirit. After all the trials and tribulations – a break such as this was more than well earned.

You wrinkled your nose and gave a toothy grin, setting your hands on your hips. “I’m not going to start my first official day as Harbinger with a hangover!”

“Any true champion could power through it!”

“Then you’ll have plenty of fun tomorrow morning,” You called back, taking your first few steps down the stairs to the quarters with an amused wave of your hand. “Goodnight!”

The upstairs roared with disappointed protests at your leave but no one else was willing to deny another couple– or a dozen – more sips of mead. Their sorrows would be blurred in time, and from the bellowing chants you heard from above – it was working already.

Yet despite your initial thoughts, the door did creak open after you, a thumping set of irregularly heavy steps only able to belong to one person.

Farkas.

You turned your head to meet him and a laugh slipped from your lips. “I thought it was you.”

His eyes widened before he took another step and the floorboards groaned beneath his size, realizing with a sneaky bit of red creeping up his cheeks.

“Oh. I’ve always been loud,” He scoffed. “I’d never be a good hider.”

“I don’t think hiding suits you anyway,” You simpered. “Why aren’t you up there with the others?”

“Oh uh – just everything – it… it was a lot.” He bit the inside of his cheek. “With Kodlak, Ysgramor’s tomb and Kodlak’s ghost… I don’t think a drink will help. I just want to rest.”

You paused, taking a wary step forward and setting a comforting hand upon his shoulder, squeezing fondly.

“Are you okay…?” You offered him a gentle smile. “You can talk to me about it – if you want.”

Out of everyone else in the Companions, you were closest with Farkas. The giant of a man constantly joined you on your adventures and despite the silence everyone else knew from him, he was almost chatty in your presence. He seemed… happier since you’d come around. It was nice to finally have someone understand him as more than an oaf – to finally have a real, true friend.

But sometimes, it felt like there was something more than friendship. Not that either of you were ready to admit it, but it was there nonetheless – whether through bubbling butterflies in the pit of your stomachs or wide smiles at the mere mention of your names.

Farkas took in a sharp breath and his broad shoulders dropped with a weight he hadn’t even known was there, sighing.

“I don’t have many memories with the Companions without Kodlak. Since I was a pup, he was here – he was Harbinger,” His brows became knit with worry, folding his lips. “It’s not that I don’t think you’ll be good – I know you’ll be great! But… now I’m going to have so many more memories without him a-and I… I’m not used to that. I don’t know how to feel about it.”

“That just means you’ll have a whole lot of stories to tell him when you do meet again.”

His eyes widened as he soaked in your words, another bout of worries rising to the surface. It was just too easy for him to ramble to you. “Do you think I ever could see him again? Being… what I am?”

You tipped your head from side to side in consideration, smirking. “Sure, you’re supposed to go to Hircine’s hunting grounds – but I don’t think they’d be able to control someone like you anyways.”

You nudged him reassuringly. “It’ll all be alright – no matter what happens.”

He softened, but as he opened his mouth to speak again you beat him to it, already knowing.

“Even if you give up your beast blood.”

“You really think that?”

You began to walk along the dusty hall and twisted your side to him. “I know that. Why, I’d even help you get a witch head!”

He followed after, surprised again and again by your encouragement and kindness. It was a rare and treasured find in the tundra of Skyrim, after all – something far too precious to lose.

“You don’t…” He swallowed hard. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to.” You held your arms to your chest, as if trying to smother your pounding heartbeat. “You’ve always been there to help me – since the very beginning – it’s the very least I can do.”

“I don’t want you to get hurt.” He admitted, his voice oddly gentle.

Your heart nearly burst and a lump formed in your throat.

Oh gods, did that mean what you thought it meant?

You failed miserably at trying to hide the ridiculously wide smile spreading across your face, letting out a laugh that was a little too high and a little too giggly to shroud your nerves.

“O-Oh come on, I’m tough! I can take care of myself!”

He responded like it was more obvious than dirt in the ground. “I know that.”

He hesitated.

“But you mean too much – you’re too important.”

You slowed and your steps felt heavier, your expression falling. Your hopes had dwindled in an instant.

“Is this because of me becoming Harbinger?” You scoffed in disbelief. “B-Because I don’t intend to be put to the sidelines! I can still do so much – isn’t that why I was chosen? Because I proved-”

“to me. You’re too important to me.”

Oh, that’s what he meant.

One glance at Farkas revealed the amount of courage it took for the warrior to confess. He was red hot from his cheeks to his knuckles and he did everything he could to avoid meeting your gaze, making the eventual moment where your eyes did cross that much more embarrassing.

You almost forgot to breathe.

“Y-You ah – you’re important to me too!” You managed, shuffling your feet along the slow walk. “but that’s why I want to help. We take care of each other. Even if we’re in danger – as long as you’re there… I-I feel safe.”

He nodded, grinning warmly. “Mmhm.”

“So ah – let’s stay together, alright?”

You don’t know why you took his hand, but you did, stopping dead in your tracks.

His palm was enormous in comparison to your own, painted with scars and calluses atop skin as tough as timber.

You never wanted to let go.

And even if only for a moment, Farkas melted into the touch just as much – squeezing your palm.

He tried to figure just what to say and seemed ready to give his answer when the stairs to the quarters began to moan again with the arrival of another person.

You both jumped back and a sudden emptiness filled both your hands, your insides twisting with a bitter resentment to whoever had the audacity to disrupt the moment.

Torvar stumbled down the steps with the grace of a troll, muttering incoherently to himself before he caught sight of you.

He gave a smug, toothy smirk. “Oh, don’t mind me,” He staggered to his bedside, swiping another bottle of whiskey. “Just investing in my personal supply~.”

He clicked his teeth and took another long, sloppy swing, calling out to you again on his way back up. “Carry on~.”

You most certainly did not.

Embarrassment rang heavy between the two of you, meek laughter being the only sound you could muster.

“I uh-”

Farkas cleared his throat sheepishly. “We’re here – at your room.”

You hadn’t even realized. You looked to the grand, ornate doors and remembered that among all other sorts, Kodlak’s quarters had been passed down to you. It really was your room now.

A pit grew in your stomach but you did your best to ignore it.

“Oh! I… I guess so…”

You both exchanged glances and desperation to say something – anything – rippled through you.

You couldn’t just leave it like this! You were so close to something true and amazing; you couldn’t bear to let it go!

Yet it already slipped from your fingertips.

“G-Goodnight then…!” Farkas sputtered. “I’ll sleep soon too – in my own room – not this one.”

You snorted. Gods, he was wonderful.

“Right… of course…” You thought about reaching out to touch him but decided against it. “Sleep well. I’ll… I’ll see you in the morning.”

Regret swarmed the room like flies, both of you sneaking glances at each other as you parted ways until the walls forced you apart.

And on the other side of the door, you lingered at the handle, like a stranger in a foreign land nothing in there quite felt like yours.

Everything of Kodlak’s still remained from his mounted shields and swords upon the wall to the old leather journal settled on his bedside.

The weight of his loss truly hung over you then, your breath becoming caught in your throat and vision misting with tears you furiously wiped at.

The other part of you was wistful, warmed at all the reminders of him and who he was. You almost suspected he’d come strolling in at any moment.

So, all of you wanted to leave. It wasn’t yours, after all.

It felt more like an invasion as you rounded about the bed and sat down, trading your heavy armor for an oversized knit shirt and pants. All of your body stung with the idea that you didn’t belong here and despite your best efforts it gnawed at you like a skeever.

Just a few days ago, there were Kodlak’s quarters – it even still held unfinished letters and his scent of fresh ale. How could you ever be expected to settle in so soon?

You tried to swallow down your concern and crawled beneath the heavy blankets, your mind racing even when you had so fervently hoped it would slow.

Especially, with one particular thought.

Did he know that it was his last night in this bed?

If you were even the slightest bit close to falling asleep, you were wide awake now.

You tossed and turned for hours, squeezing your eyes shut only for them to pop back open like it was some sort of cruel game. You tried deep breaths, you tried staying still as a statue – you even tried counting damn sheep!

However, all of it ended with no avail.

At that point, you were truly and utterly exhausted, hoisting yourself out of bed and trudging out into the hallway outside. The quarters by now were littered with your once drunken companions, their presence made clear with snores so strong one would think the earth was shaking.

You were dreadfully jealous.

You’d give anything to sleep that deeply, but you hadn’t the faintest idea of where to go – or who to turn to.

Who would help with such a peculiar problem? Who would be so helpful? Who would be so kind? Who-

Oh gods, you knew.

Your heart threatened to absolutely erupt at the very idea. This had to be some sort of fever dream. Would that even be okay?

Yet as you glanced back to Kodlak’s empty room, your stomach sank as if it’d fallen off a cliff.

You had to at least try.

Surely, Farkas had spare blankets and pillow he could lend you! You’d both already shared a tent during your many adventures! This would be no different!

But then, why was your heart fluttering?

You didn’t even bother to answer. Instead, you walked warily to Farkas’s room, having tread louder with the threat of dragons than you did in that second.

Farkas was buried beneath his sheets and his tangled mess of hair covered his face – his breathing oddly quiet, gentle even.

You tapped his shoulder meekly. “Farkas?”

He grumbled something you couldn’t understand and groaned, lifting his head confusedly. “What… what is it?”

You bit your lip, inhaling quickly and uneasily. “I uh… I can’t sleep, can I sleep here?”

Farkas’s usually tender gaze became glazed with confusion, then uncaring. He shrugged and yawned with lazy, slurred words. It was truly astounding how easy things became when one’s judgment was clouded.

“Okay. Get in.”

If there were light, he would’ve only seen red, because you were roughly the same shade of a strawberry.

“Oh I-I didn’t mean like-”

“No extra blankets and I like you,” He muttered. “I don’t care if you sleep here but I want to get back to it. Hurry.”

Your voice went up an octave and was terribly blended with nervous laughter. “A-Alright…!”

You tried to be as careful as possible, Farkas raising the blankets so that you could slip under with ease.

The only problem was when he dropped his arm, he didn’t move it away from you. In fact, he pulled you close.

You swore you might explode.

“A-Ah Farkas!”

He made an unintelligible sound and you puffed out your cheeks.

He was warm, like a crackling fire you found yourself leaning into him, comforted by his presence. He had always had that effect on you and even now you felt your nerves whittle away at the familiar smell of cedarwood that’d clung to him since you’d met.

“Um… thank you…”

“Mmhm…” He paused, thinking. “I want to stay with you…” He uttered the confession softly, only for you.

“What do you mean?”

“You… you said ‘let’s stay together’… I want that.” His former hesitation now muddled. “I really want that.”

You smiled like a fool, hiding your face against the pillows. “I-I do too! I was worried…”

“Don’t be,” He huffed. “I care about you… more than anything.”

Oh, you must’ve been dreaming, things like this only happened in one’s mind when they were fast asleep? Didn’t they?

You prayed you weren’t.

You chuckled. “Will you still mean that when you’re actually awake?”

“I’m awake now, you woke me up.”

“So… you’d tell me that again in the morning?”

“If you let me sleep,” He mused. “I’ll tell you ten times.”

You snorted and nudged him amusedly. “I’ll hold you to it.”

There was a low rumble in his chest from his laughter before he whispered, husky and tired. “Rest.”

You didn’t answer but sank further against him, his breaths tickling your skin and hand brushing along your back.

This was far better than anything in Kodlak’s quarters.

This was safe.

This was home.

Not the room or even Jorrvaskr but him. That giant ox of a man with a heart as strong and as big as the grandest oak who you desperately adored no matter how much you tried to deny it.

However, perhaps now, you could take a different approach.

You could try accepting it – maybe even embrace it.

Because laying there beside him in a dusty old room that held an age long before you, you’d never felt happier.

And from the tiny grin tugging at Farkas’s own lips alongside how your fingers secretly wound together beneath the blankets, you knew the feeling to be shared.

You didn’t even want to fall asleep now, but it was for all the right, marvelous reasons – ones you wouldn’t change for the world.

#Farkas #Skyrim #Farkas x Reader #Farkas x You #You x Farkas #skyrim fanfiction #Skyrim Fanfic #Skyrim Farkas #Farkas Skyrim #x Reader #Reader Insert

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if you can't handle a heart like mine

don't waste your time with me.

read it on ao3

this is peak canon divergence me complaining about minor in game things but make it fluff while i did it

More often than not, Bonnie found herself at the heart of Slumbering Weald.

A beautiful area that was so quiet, so serene, so perfect to just sort out your thoughts. A lot of the time, Bonnie had ran into Hop sitting by the water, contemplating random problems. But today she was alone, as she sat on top of the tombstone belonging to heros. She had come here to think. Not really to solve a problem, no, there's no solving her issue, just to think about it. Calm down, maybe. She breathed deep as she clung her cape close briefly, before letting it drop on the ground behind her. Hopefully Zacian wouldn't mind.

Bonnie was stuck thinking about her adventure. What lead her to now. Not just the adventure itself, and for once, not about Hop, and the shared nights, and camping together under the wild area night sky, and battling together and against each other... She shook the thought from her head. Not the problem right now. She figured she'd have a fucking relationship crisis, 'oh no, i like my childhood best friend!' bullshit later. What bothered her was a common occurrence that also stood out beyond everything. It was this habit her friends way older than her had.

It happened alot. She could recall a few select times: Outside of Spikemuth, when the dynamaxing started happening, when Hop and her had found Lee and Chairman Rose at the top of Rose Tower, and a few other instances that passed through her mind. She was told the same thing, every single time: "Don't worry, let the adults handle this."

She hated it.

She didn't like to admit it, but Bonnie grew up young. She had to. And so it got under her skin, and in a more "adult" term, pissed her the fuck off, every time. She knew there was no hard feelings behind the statement, she and Hop were only sixteen. She supposed some people would still consider that young. She pondered though, how much bullshit would we have avoided if we just let Bonnie and Hop help out for like, 10 fucking seconds? Probably a lot.

When she had left Rose Tower, she had knew, oh she was aware that Chairman Rose would entirely fuck up her match with Lee, but she hadn't told anyone. But look who was right? It was her. She always knew something was wrong, and that Leon and Sonia and all the others couldn't handle it without Hop and her- as conceited as it sounds- but she would be dismissed because she was a kid.

She supposed, in theory, it was nothing to seethe in rage over. One, it was all over now, and two, she had long proved she is more than just a kid. Hell, she's the fucking champion! But it still got under her skin, bothered her. It made the depths of her soul question: Was she ever good enough? Did she still have to prove herself? Is she still just a silly little kid? She sighed, frustrated as ever as she looked to the setting sun and began to hum. Humming and singing helped clear her mind, as she began to sing a song where she couldn't remember where it came from, hands running through her hair as she tried to relax herself.

"..and cut a rug with orphaned girls, now memories are blurred, and their faces are blurred, but I still know the words to this song-" She sings softly, sounding awfully louder than she was in the quiet area.

"I haven't heard you sing in a long time." Hop laughs, causing Bonnie to literally shriek as she falls backwards off the tomb she sat on, only to be caught as she falls back into Hop's chest. "Woah! It's just me." He laughs, shit eating grin on his face as Bonnie looks up at him.

"You're an asshole.." Bonnie mutters, ignoring the small smile that graced her own face while she stood up.

"What a role reversal." Hop laughs, ignoring the comment as he looks at Bonnie with his hands folded behind his head. "Aren't you usually the one running into me?"

Bonnie rolls her eyes. "Not my fault you're late to your scheduled therapy appointment." She snickers, which causes Hop to laugh as well.

"Well, what has you out here?" Hop asks, picking up Bonnie's cape and throwing it around his own shoulders, something he jokingly did often. Bonnie liked it. He sits down where the cape once sat and invites her to join him.

"Just.. frustrated about stupid things." Bonnie sighs. "You?"

He shrugs. "Stressed, a bit." He laughs nervously. "Being a professor is hard. But I'm not giving up!" Hop smiles confidently.

"That's the spirit." Bonnie smiles, messing with his dark purple hair, causing him to swat her hand away, and she laughs as he fixes his hair.

"What's got you frustrated?" Hop asks as their laughter dies down, turning to Bonnie with a more serious tone.

Bonnie sighs. "Something about our..adventure, I guess."

"It's not something I did, is it?" Hop looks worried.

"No, no no, not at all!" Bonnie rushes to clarify. "Quite the opposite, actually.. I just.." Bonnie runs a hand through her hair, effectively messing it up and making it look like shit. "Do you remember, how every time we tried to help Lee and Sonia with things, we were told to 'let the adults handle it'?"

"What do you mean?" Hop asks, tilting his head slightly in an adorable way.

Bonnie thinks of the most easy to remember instance. "Back in the Rose Tower, when we found Lee talking to Chairman Rose." She lists, careful to not bring up their shared kiss, Arceus forbid she decides to have a crisis about that. "When we left with Lee, he just told us not to worry about what we heard. And...well, that went great." She rolls her eyes.

"I.. suppose you're right.."Hop says, seeming to recall the moment Rose had made a bitter remark- 'there are times when adults just cant seem to have an honest discussion with each other. sometimes our pride gets in the way.'

"It just- it's been bothering me. So much shit could've been avoided if someone just listened to us. It felt like we had to run 20 miles and more just to prove we're not just little kids." Bonnie sighs, letting her head roll back and hit the concrete behind her.

"Yeah, I suppose." Hop says, turning to Bonnie. "But that's part of the glory of it. We went from just random kids from a farmer town, and look at us now! Heck, you're the champion!" Hop cheers, only bringing a small smile to Bonnie's face.

"And what about you?" She asks. She had a solid answer to that one. He was her entire world. But she wanted to see his answer.

Hop hesitates. "I-I'm.." He breathes in. "I'm gonna be the best damn professor in all of Galar." He grins confidently.

"Hell yeah." Bon smiles, letting her head rest on Hop's shoulder as she observes the sun has already gone all the way down, and they were now greeted by the stars.

"You're the best champion in all of Galar, Bre." Hop says, quietly. Bon halts. Bre was her real name. She didn't use it much anymore. Not after she moved out of Kalos. Hop was the only one who knew her real name, and he didn't use it a lot. She didn't trust a lot of people to know her real name, cause what was the point? It didn't mean anything good to her. But it meant something good, that through everything, even when her name poured out of his lips, she wouldn't flinch, just for once, and it wouldn't be a reminder of her horrible story.

"..Thank you, Hop.." She sighs, letting her head rest again. Hop lets his own head rest on top of hers, and they're warm and quiet as they watch the sky turn. It's a comfortable silence until Hop breaks it.

"Bon." He calls.

"Yes, Hop?" She asks, quietly.

He hesitates for a couple beats, his face turning as red as it can. "Do you.. you.. I-" He struggles.

"Take your time." Bon laughs softly. He rolls his eyes as he and Bon both pick up their heads to look at each other.

He waits a few more seconds, and she nearly see the gears turning in his head. "You.. Do you know I.. I love you..?" He asks, almost afraid of the answer.

Bon hesitates before nodding her head. Hop holds his breath, waiting for another response. "You should know I love you too, you dense playboy." She grins cheekily, sticking her tongue out briefly. Hop lets go of his breath, if only to laugh before pouting at the nickname. The laughter dies down as their eyes meet and stay there, Hop slowly letting one of his hands cup Bon's cheek. She leans into the touch, seemingly holding her breath as she does, and the two inch closer. And it's a painful amount of time before their lips finally meet, a soft and sweet kiss, leaving the taste of each other on the other's tongue. They pull away slowly, wishing they could stay like that for an eternity, before they let go of each other, and continuing to huddle close against the stone, watching the sky as Bonnie drifted off, and Hop didn't seem to mind.

"Hey, Bon?" Hop asks, again.

"Mh?" She hums, too tired to even open her eyes anymore.

"I like your singing.. you should do it more.." He blushes as he trails off, getting even quieter. She nods, and it's a few beats of silence before she starts humming. Bonnie hadn't sang to hop in a long time, not since they were camping together in the wild area. She had sang to him because as childish as it sounded, he had a nightmare about hurting someone he loved, and it freaked him out, and her singing helped him fall back asleep.

As they both drift off holding each other close, they found comfort in the other, and knew that this was where they would feel okay, and where they could always go for comfort. Into each other's arms.

#pokemon swsh #swsh hop #pokemon #self insert #minor vent #fluff #pokemon trainer oc #pokemon swsh oc #*laughs in too nervous to post this*#*so im procrastinating in the tags*

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procrastination-queenie · 6 years

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No promises part 11

Warning: again this is so sad, so don't read if you don't want to.

First: If you haven't read part 1 please read it.

Second: you can listen to "No promises" by Shayne Ward.

Third: anything written between two stars *....* Is the content of a letter and it's also considered as a flashback.

It was in the middle of the day when he got a phone call from you. "Hello darling". "Tom." He sensed your weak voice and immediately there was a frown making it's way on his face. "What's wrong darling?!" His voice was laced with concern afraid of what she's going to say next. "I'm at the hospital". His heart almost stopped beating; he knew this was bound to happen, but never did he imagine it to happen like that. "which hospital?". On saying the word "hospital." Harrison ran to get the car ready as he understood what was happening and why exactly was a phone call was made from the hospital,but the twins remained confused and worried.

"Would just tell us why is she in the hospital?" Sam asked running out of patience as they drove to the hospital. "She's dying okay!!" Every one sat in silence except for Tom's sobs that were heard. Sam and Harry were shocked at the back and Harrison was lost, he felt sad for both of you and Tom. In the short amount that you knew him you became like a second sister to him. It was just the worst day for everyone.

You were sitting in the hospital bed waiting. Just staring at your hands which were on your lap. Tom and the rest made it to the hospital. "You go in first mate." Harrison said patting Tom's shoulder.

You heard the room's door open and you looked up to find Tom in the most broken state you've ever seen him in. "Hey" you said opening your arms for a hug. He ran to you and hugged you so tight afraid that if he let you go , you would vanish.

He didn't want to ask but he had to; "I-i-is it the time?" He asked already knowing the answer but kept denying it to himself. He felt you nodd with your head resting on his shoulder. Slowly you started to feel his chest moving, up and down as if he was struggling to breathe. He was beginning to cry and it didn't take too long until he was sobbing again. He was in a state of denial , in fact he was waiting for the doctor to enter any minute now and say that a miracle has happened and you're suddenly healed. "Don't cry, I don't want any crying. Do you understand? " You said pulling away from the hug trying to remain strong as possible. You wiped Tom's tears with your thumb as you leaned in to give him a kiss, then rest your forehead on his. You were silent for a few seconds. "Are the others outside?" Tom not trusting if he could utter a word without bursting into tears, nodded his head. "Go tell them to come in, I want to see them." You said giving him a kiss on the cheek. Tom went outside to get them but he almost fell to the ground; luckly Harrison was able to catch him in time. "Ay, mate hold it together". "She wants to see you all." Tom said barely whispering,but they heard him. Harrison, the twins then Tom all entered the room. "Heeey, Haz " you said hugging him. He was sad to see you in such a state nevertheless he did his best to conceal his sadness for yours and Tom's sake. "Don't forget what I told you." You whispered in Haz's ear and he nodded. "Oooh Harry. The funniest guy I've known in the Holland family, but of course after Dominic." You said trying to lighten up his mood. He gave you a sad smile as he hugged you. Next was Sam. "And finally Mr. Freckles" you said as he smiled at the nick name that you gave him a few months ago which he didn't mind, he knew you nick named him "Mr. Freckles" because you loved his freckles. He knew because you told him. They stayed with you for a few minutes, each one saying their goodbyes in their own way, before they left you with Tom. Waiting outside the three slided on the wall waiting, waiting till the end. Harry was crying, Sam was patting him on the back and Harrison was lost in his own thoughts.

Meanwhile Tom lied beside you on the bed hugging you. Your face was in his neck as you played with the necklace that you gave to him with one hand while the other played with his fingers. "Did I ever tell you that I love your hands?" Tom chuckled lightly "All the time, darling". And It was true you always expressed to him how much you love his hands or anything about him in particular.

"Just promise me one thing." You said holding on to him for dear life. "Anything sweetheart." He said as if this promise is the only thing that will prevent you from dying. "Don't forget me." You said with tears falling down your cheek as you couldn't hold it in anymore and looked up at him. "I promise darling." He said hugging you closer to him as if to protect you from what's to become, but he knows he can't, still he held you tight. "Sing to me Tom, please." He nodded with a shaky breath. "Cause you're a sky, 'cause you're a sky full of stars

I'm gonna give you my heart

'Cause you're a sky, 'cause you're a sky full of stars

'Cause you light up the path." He sang with a croaked voice but trying to sound as normal as possible. "You're a terrible singer, thank God you're only an actor." He chuckled sadly at your comment, still he sang to you softly just as he did at the concert. You slowly started to drift in a long deep sleep. By the time Tom finished the song he looked at you ... checking...for what he didn't know. No, in fact he was still in denial and was checking for any sign of breathing but there wasn't any. He slowly started to lose it as he cried and pleaded for you to wake up, " baby, please wake up" he sobbed into your neck. Whispering to you how he was planning to marry you and start a life with him, he said all of this in hopes that you would magically wake up from this deep slumber like Snow White or sleeping beauty, but you didn't. Harrison and the Hollands heard his cries so, they entered quickly. Dominic and Harrison were trying to pull him away from you. Nikki stood in the corner hugging both of the twins as the three of them cried. Nikki and Dominic came immediately when Harrison called knowing that he will need help as much as possible because not only would it be difficult to handle Tom, the twins also lost it. They just couldn't take it; she was perfectly fine the last time they saw her.

(End of flashback)

"Oh shit... Right you probably know about her. You were the only one Sam had told you that he fancies a girl." Tom said talking to you. To anyone he's just a mad person talking to a ....... tomb stone.

(flashback)

*Tom I know you're probably sitting in a corner crying your eyes out as Harrison is reading this letter.* The boys sitting around chuckled at her sense of humour even though she's...gone. Tom looked up, eyes red and puffy, as Harrison continued to read the letter you told him about "don't forget what I told you" Harrison remembered the last thing you told him... It was about the letter. *but please I'm asking you to stop doing so. I know that this is hard for you, I would have done the same probably worse because I really loved you with all my heart. You are the only man who really knew how to make me feel loved. You are the only man who stole my breath away. So, please I want you to do this for me, move on* Tom shook his head as more tears fell from his eyes, down his cheeks and tickling it's way down his neck. *and don't stop yourself from achieving great things in life, which I know you could achieve, just because of this. It will definitely be hard. Just know that this will make me proud of you; it will make your family more proud knowing that their son, brother, or friend passed this chapter in his life.* Harrison smiled as a tear slipped from his eyes, his heart ached at how you counted him a member of the Holland's. *Just know that you are my one and only.*

Both Sam and Harry were sitting on a sofa; each one sitting at each end of it, listening to Harrison as he read your letter. *Sam* Harrison looked up at Sam to see surprise written all over his face. Sam didn't expect you to write for him. *I left something for you with Harrison and I'm sure you'll know what to do with it. It has something to do about what we talked about last time, I wish you all the luck and I want you to know that I approve.* Sam smiled with his eyes glistening he understood what you meant. A few weeks before all of this, he introduced to his future girlfriend and asked for your opinion, now you were encouraging him to go on and ask her out . No one knew of this, except you. That was how close you got to Tom's family.

*Harry*, Harry didn't look up, he too had red eyes, he couldn't believe that his best friend was gone and he didn't know anything about it until the last minute. *You're precious, I hope that you know that* still not looking up, a sided smile appear on his face. * I aslo left you something, Harrison knows where it is. He'll give it to you. Just know that I trust in your talent, because you're a natural.* Finally Harry looked up with tears falling down his face. * I just want you both Sam and Harry to know that you were the brothers I never had.* That being said, Tom couldn't help it but think if things were different they would have been her future brothers-in-law by now.

*finally Harrison, I am sorry I asked you to do all of this, I'm sorry if I had burdened you in any way. It's just I know that you would be the only one who could handle this as they are probably sobbing in front of you right now. Besides you were the only one who knew of my condition other than Tom* Harrison smiled sadly as he took a shaky breath. * I now release you from your duties.* Harrison chuckled, as tears started falling down his face,too. *I just ask of you guys to stop grieving, I was just a chapter in your lives. It'll be hard, but please try for me. It will make me happy to know that you have moved on from this stage. Just don't forget me. love, Y/N *

(End of flashback)

Harrison shook the memory from his head as he focused on Tom again seeing him sitting in front of your grave.

"Sam was really surprised that you left him some of your jewelry to give to his girlfriend. He said that you left a note saying that if she's the one then he should give them to her. And Harry was over the moon when he knew that you got him the newest equipment for photography, and the phonecalls you made to get him an internship with the most famous photographers." Tom sighed. "You just keep on surprising me darling." Shaking his head, he was trying to prevent himself from breaking down again.

"I did everything you asked of me in that letter, the only thing I couldn't do was moving on...... You know that's selfish of you Y/N" tears now were making their way down his face. " You're the one who left. And you expect me to find someone else. You didn't think how this would make me feel. It's not that easy." He said as his voice started to raise as if he was having a fight with you. "If things were different, you would have been my fiancée by now. We would have been choosing the flowers for the wedding together, and the wedding cake." His voice broke as he was still crying. "I knew from the beginning what I was getting myself into, yet I couldn't help but imagine my future with you." He was devastated, how could she ask for such a thing? "You left, and I 'm the one hurting sweetheart. You can't just ask me to move on" He said it bitterly. The word coming out of his mouth as if it's a venom. " I can't do that, I'm sorry, but I just can't." He said calming down a little. "You're asking too much sweetheart."

Harrison made his way to Tom with his hands tucked inside the pockets of his leather jacket. "Come on Tom. That's enough for today." He can't stand and watch his friend like that. Tom was literally losing himself, he wasn't the Tom that Harrison once knew. He was afraid that his friend won't be able to find his way back.

Tom nodded as he got up. "I'll visit again darling, don't worry." Tom said as Harrison left to start the engine. Tom looked once again at your Tomb Stone before making his way to the car.

That's it. I just hope that you guys please tell me what you think. And for those who have lost a loved one, please stay strong.💙@jellybean-gg thanks for your comment, you're the only one who commented 😅, so here's part 2.

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Day 15 : Nightmare

When Chara opened their eyes, they were back in the Ruins, floating on top of their golden flowers tomb.

They immediately began to panic; why were they here ?

Did something happen ?

They were all enjoying life on the surface, so why were they now back here ?

Why were they a ghost again ?

They floated to the next room and then the next, until they found Frisk hanging alone with a pile of dust…

Oh no.

"Frisk ? Why are we here ?" they asked in concern. "We went to bed after a delicious dinner, so why...?"

"Exactly !" the girl exclaimed with a smirk. "Aren't you bored of this normality ?! I mean, it was nice for a while, but come on !"

"W-what ?" they asked again, in shock. "Frisk, are you out of your mind ?!"

"Oh, come on, Chara, I know you had fun too when I killed everybody last time !" she laughed mischievously. "We know we can reset afterwards, we are just having some fun !"

"F-Frisk, you can't destroy our family and months of therapy for your sick fun !" they cried out, angry tears coming out of their eyes. "I won't let that happen, not again !"

"Ow, don't be a buzzkiller, Chara !" she dismissed, playing with her knife. "You'll get that therapy again, it'll be fine, it's just a little fun."

"Frisk, you promised me you wouldn't reset anymore, ever !" they reminded, looking down. "I can't trust you anymore..."

"Ow, don't be like that, Chara." she sighed, grabbing Chara's chin to rub under it. "It's true I wasn't honest, but it's fine."

Chara kept crying; this was a living nightmare and they couldn't deal with it.

It was too much to process, they couldn't believe it was happening…

They looked down, not feeling capable of meeting Frisk's eyes.

The girl sighed again and, to their shock, kissed them.

They immediately pushed her away, feeling absolutely awful.

"Frisk, no, stop !" Chara exclaimed angrily.

"Ow, come on, Chara !" she teased, grinning. "I know you still love me despite what I did, we're partners forever, remember ?"

"No Frisk, we're over." they stated firmly.

"Ow, pity." she shrugged, leaving. "I know you'll come around, but sulk if that's what you want."

Chara waited until they were sure the girl wouldn't come back to let themself fall on the ground, breaking down completely.

They had everything in their life to be happy, everything was okay, and now they had nothing…

They just wanted to stop everything, but they couldn't because they were a stupid ghost !

Their cries worsened, they couldn't do it anymore; they were foolish to think everything would finally be okay.

They should have woken up sooner, realized that there was no way they could stay happy after all of this, they should have known…

They should have woken up, they should have-

"Chara, Chara, wake up !" Frisk exclaimed, alarmed. "Chara, why are you crying ?!"

"...I'm awake !" they cried out as they jolted up away from their bed. "...F-Frisk ?"

"Yep, it's me, and you're awake." she said with a smile. "Now, tell me what happened, a nightmare ?"

"Yeah, I had a nightmare and it scared me pretty bad, but I'm okay now." they reassured with a small smile.

"Come, tell me about it !" she demanded good-naturedly. "I can't comfort you if I don't know what you're scared of !"

"Uh... Well... I..."

"Oof, was it that bad ?" she asked, visibly confused. "Well, tell me anyway, I'm sure I can handle it."

"Well, we were back in the Underground..." they muttered cautiously, looking down. "You did a reset and were about to k-kill everyone again..."

"O-oh, so that's why y-you cried..." she realized guiltily, audibly sad. "I'm sorry I did that, and that you now have to ask yourself everyday if you're going to lose everything..."

"I-it's okay, Frisk, I swear !" they promise, hugging her. "I know you wouldn't do that, you changed and I trust you because of it."

"Y-you're sure...?" she asked as she hugged back, unsure of herself. "Because if you don't I completely unde-"

"I really do, Frisk, don't worry." they reassured again, kissing her cheek. "We're partners forever, are we not ?"

"Y-yeah, we are." she said, smiling. "...So, want me to sleep here so you can fall asleep without that evil Frisk to pester you ?"

"Haha, yeah, please."

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ThunderCats - “Berbils”

Written By: Leonard Starr

The ThunderCats meet some weird friends.

(I would, and should, have completed this during the weekend, but ThunderCats reviews were one of the last things on my mind the last few days. Of course, with all this extra time I have now, I had no excuse to not complete it yesterday. If this ends up published unfinished, which it is if this text is still here, please be patient.)

The episode begins with Mumm-Ra the Ever Living proving his tagline, by emerging from his tomb. Sure, he's not the muscular blue guy that Skeletor could look up to anymore, but he's still willing. He talks to himself, and the audience, about how he's going to make sure that Eye of Thundara is "accidentally destroyed." That will be a thing he's doing throughout the episode, as the Mutants of Plun-Darr don't even make an appearance here.

As Mumm-Ra looks on with his magical pool, we see that Panthro has made a Thunder Tank out of the scraps of the ship. Last week's Cool Toy was the Claw Shield, and this week's new Cool Toy is the Thunder Tank, something he had been teasing since the last episode. While Panthro is gloating about how he's the champion scrounger of the universe, the sky turns dark and stones start falling.

WilyKat: Stones, my whiskers! These are boulders!

They don't even have whiskers. At least, not drawn ones.

In the end, this just turns into an advertisement for the Thunder Tank, complete with some rock music for the rock digging. It can protect Panthro from the rock storm! It can dig through rocks! It can dig out scrapped spaceships! It's only $99.99 at Kay Bee Toys!

After the ThunderCats are saved by the Cool Toy of the Week, which only makes a small appearance at the end of the episode, Tygra theorizes this storm could not be natural. They don't seem to investigate who or what caused it, and it never comes up again. It's actually not that clear if it was Mumm-Ra caused it, with only a very slight implication in the intro, though it would be a good guess. I'd imagine being able to summon ston, er boulder storms at will would be a good ability to use constantly.

Meanwhile, Lion-O and Snarf are doing another look in the nearby forest, though Snarf is only following Lion-O and warning him that he's straying too far from the camp. Lion-O shrugs him off, telling him to stay back if he's scared. Not even 5 seconds from his appearance in this episode, Snarf is already being told to stay back. Lion-O tells him he'd jump at his own shadow, and Snarf then proves it by doing just that, proving that he probably should stay back. Ah, the comic relief.

The next scene will try to add a little more to Snarf's character besides, "Snarf Snarf you shouldn't be doing this", and "Snarf Snarf I'm hungry": he can run around beasts that looked like they were just standing there and can cut vines with his teeth. The latter comes in handy when Lion-O falls into a hole. A very, very slippery hole, he says, giving us a hint that this is more than just something caused by a natural or Mumm-Ra-caused disaster.

Snarf tries his best to get him out of the hole, but Lion-O simply can't do it. Emphasis on "try", though not because of him. The hole is also really slippery, and Lion-O can't figure out why he can't. Both Snarf and Lion-O get lassoed multiple times by some mysterious strangers made partially of metal.

In the same year the cartoons based on the Droids and Ewoks from Star Wars came out, ThunderCats came up with a combination of the two. While they can seemingly speak English, they speak in the same manner as the computer from WarGames. Unfortunately, as he's lassoed up, he can't summon the ThunderCats because he can't grasp his sword. The episode even cuts to the other ThunderCats talking about how Lion-O must be okay because he didn't do that. Panthro justifies their lack of caring because...

Panthro: No sense worrying, he's a man now.

Did you forget what Tygra said in the last episode? Well, he did manage to defeat that Mumm-Ra guy once, so he must be okay. Of course, he isn't, as he ends up getting tied to a stake. Lion-O tries to communicate with them by calling them "whatever they are", and they say "Berbil." Berbil? They look more like bears to me. Cute little Care Bears...

...no, wait, sorry! Put that knife away! I'm also sorry I accidentally called you Bergins before I edited that post! I don't know why I did, I really didn't like Trolls! Honest!

No, just kidding, Ro-Bear-Bill, as he eventually names himself, uses that knife to cut the rope. Apparently, trapping people and tying them to stakes is their way of saying "hi". They really just went from "one step away from roasting him over an open fire" to "future friend" in just one minute. Then again, I can imagine Third Earth can do that to people, with those rock storms and all.

We get a brief glimpse of their home village, which look surprisingly similar to another 80's cartoon's village. For a desolate planet, these guys seem to be living okay. There's just one problem.

We eventually had to get some evil dog-men in this series about Thunderous Felines, but they're not going to fight the ThunderCats. Instead, they're going after the Ro-Bear's supply of food. The Ro-Bears do have a line of defense: stun bullets fired via little tubes, as if they’re pelting them with spitballs. They’re just as effective as that analogy sounds, as even they admit that it does nothing. Lion-O is not impressed by this.

Lion-O, in an attempt to finally do something about this constant struggle. They just run away after this. That was a really short battle, but Ro-Bear Bill seems to have an opinion that may not be mine.

Ro-Bear-Bill: My my! That certainly was exciting, Lion-O!

Whatever you say, Ro-Bear-Bill.

Ro-Bear Bill decides to tell Lion-O that they know why they have to steal the Berbil berries: because they have to give them to the Giantors, who will give them their food in exchange for the berries. Now, the Giantors will be angry! This is partially why I hate these kinds of lateral thinking puzzles, they suddenly bring in details they never talk about.

Also, are these guys 100% human? Sure, they're bigger and are probably more Homo Erectus than Sapien. I guess if there's mutant monkeys, as proven by Monkian, mutant humans shouldn't be too far off.

Lion-O uses the Sword of Omen's Sight Beyond Sight, and, sure enough, he sees that those Giantors are angry. They want those berries, dammit!

Lion-O: I can probably handle them myself!

Snarf: Snarf, snarf! No, please, call the other ThunderCats! (clasping his hands, praying he won't try to take on a bunch of giants by himself)

Lion-O: Well, okay, just to please you.

Even when Snarf has a decent idea, he has to be told off. He decides not to try to do it himself this time. I would like to think that even if Lion-O took care of the bad guys last time, he realized he really lucked out with a villain that hates reflections.

So the ThunderCats fight the Giantors, and it's better than the last episode's fight scenes. One of the moves involves Panthero looking like he's going to kick one of the Giantors right in the face, but he stops about an inch away. One more inch, and we'd have to invent FV long before the TV rating system even existed!

It eventually ends when Lion-O does that Sword of Omens barrier thing again, and the Giantors don't even try to see if their giant clubs can go through it. Ro-Bear Bill decides not to give a review of the fight he just saw, but does congratulate the ThunderCats for saving their village.

While it seems that the conflict of the episode is over, Mumm-Ra has to do something in this episode after doing that big speech in the beginning. Realizing the Berbils will give the ThunderCats food supply, he decides to attack the Berbils by transforming again. This time, he shows off that he can transform into a swarm of bugs that can also merge into a giant bug, a pretty creative idea. Lion-O fights this bug by riding it like it was one of those mechanical bulls. Either he actually said "yee-haw", or I just imagined it.

Definitely not worthy of a "yee-haw", at least from Lion-O's point of view: the bug then flies off and dissipates back into the swarm, dropping Lion-O into a volcano. Worst of all, the Sword of Omens, which definitely must have something that can help him out here, is just ever so slightly out of his reach. If only Tutorial Jaga was here!

Thankfully, Tutorial Jaga shows up again, this time in the familiar blue aura he usually has, to tell him yet another feature of the sword: it can be commanded to go right to Lion-O. This also allows it to fly, leading to a scene where Lion-O is flying out of a volcano, looking like he's being dragged out of there.

But what about Mumm-Ra? Sure, he could just go back and cause some more trouble, but he decided to give up here for some reason. He knows he failed, but he does tell himself, and the audience, that he should do better next time, and time is nothing to him.

In the end, Mumm-Ra just gives up, the ThunderCats are victorious, and the Ro-Bear Berbils give them a banquet to celebrate their saving of the town. They even offer to build the ThunderCats' real estate, which they find the blueprints of. The ThunderCats initially initially refuse, but they insist on building it. After all, friends help friends right after catching them in traps and tying them to a stake.

How does it stack up?

There is a little more world-building here that doesn't entirely revolve around exposition this time. I think I'll give this one a higher rating than the last, even if this does give it the same rating as the first episode. I mean, this is the one with the robotic Care Bear...

Ah! Fine, I'll give it four cats, put the knife away!

Next, those Mutants come back.

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