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thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed · 1 year

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Soul Secrets

Word count: 2.9K

Summary: the not so typical soulmate mark AU. You own a bakery, and your mark goes famous without you having no idea why or even who has it.

Warnings: bad writing. That’s it.

Pairing: Jenna Ortega X Fem!Reader

Started writing this a month and a half ago and finished it now on my laptop, I think it came out good? Idk you guys let me know!

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Having a bakery was by far one of the hardest things you’ve ever had to do in your life. You had inherited this shop after your parents died in a tragic accident, and ever since you had been struggling quite a lot. Your shop was famous in Los Angeles, you had a lot of orders from celebrities and famous people, and you had enough money to pay the shop bills and pay for your nice dream house where you lived on your own. You also worked on your own, the shop had always been handled by the family, so you had to keep going on your own. It wasn’t a simple bakery where people come and go just to buy orders, you also offered bar services, where you wold sell donuts, cake pieces and whatever you could come up with.

Your parents always told you ‘when you find your soulmate, you’re gonna work here together and continue the family’s legacy’ and you were always up to that, if it wasn’t for the fact that you had one of the rarest soulmate marks in the whole world. A piece of braided hair on your right collarbone, just under your visible bone. Usually your soulmate mark represents a part of you, a part of your life… but you couldn’t find it a meaning, no matter how hard you tried. You never hid it, but you weren’t trying to show it either, and your friends… well, you didn’t have any. You dedicated yourself to your shop, it was the only thing you had left from your parents and you wanted to make it worth it, you wanted to keep the name high. So you never knew if there were other people around with your same soulmate mark.

On this particular day where the bakery has been less busy than usual, you were turned around listening to some music on the radio and singing along, when the door to the shop opened. “Hello and good afternoon! How can I help you today?” You said turning around and looking at who had just entered, it was a short brunette, shoulder-length hair and chocolate colored eyes, freckles all over her nose and cheeks… she was marvelous. You gulped as you met her eyes, silently gay panicking as you waited for her to speak. She smiled at you before speaking. “Hey there, I would like-“ she stopped when her eyes travelled from yours to your collarbone, where she saw your soulmate mark. Her shoulders slumped, and you gave her a confused look.

“You’re one of those people.” She sighed and looked away. “…what people?” You asked, “yeah I have a rare soulmate mark, is that weird?” You asked her again and she chuckled, was she mad? You didn’t know. She shook her head. “A lot of people had that soulmate mark tattooed because it is incredibly famous. Can’t believe there’s someone that would get to this point just for attentions” she seemed upset, but you weren’t gonna let a complete stranger talk to you like that. “Uhm excuse me? I have no Idea what you’re talking about. I was born with this mark, I’ve had it for as long as I can remember, hell I even have baby pictures of me with it! I don’t have social medias, I don’t go to the movies and I definitely don’t know why it even is famous. If you came here just to talk to me like that, then there’s the door, turn around and leave”

You pointed to the door, and the girl in front of you, who didn’t even introduce herself, looked at the door before moving to sit down at one of the tables, waiting for you to go get her order. You sighed and shook your head, you were about to close up actually because it was closing time, but something inside of you told you not to. Something inside of you told you to wait, get her order, her name and just get to know her. So you finished up what you were doing, and headed towards her, to take her order. “Sorry about… that. I just don’t like when people talk to me like they know me or they have an idea about me” you said and she nodded, seemingly understanding but she seemed distraught. However you didn’t know her, so you couldn’t interrogate her about that. “What can I get for you?” You asked, notepad and pen in hand as you flashed her a smile.

“What have you got? I’ve had a lot of coworkers tell me about this place and how good they eat whenever they come here” she said and that made you smile brightly. “That’s really good to know” you said “uhm, I don’t have anything fresh out of the oven, but if you wait a bit more I’m actually working on a new recipe fresh out of my mind” you said, “that is… if you’re not in a rush” you said and shrugged “isn’t it closing time?” You nodded “yes it is, I can still close and let you stay to try it?” You watched the girl think about it for a moment before she nodded, and you nearly jumped excitedly and went back to the kitchen. To the girl… this was actually really weird. You didn’t know who she was, you didn’t know that she was Jenna Ortega and that she was a famous actress and that she was your soulmate. You didn’t know that she had the same mark as you and that it was leaked in her new upcoming movie’s trailer.

She wanted to get to know you.

Soon enough you were back at her table, a piece of cake in a plate and the whole dish itself looked amazing. It was perfectly done, perfectly decorated… and she knew that it would taste just the same. Perfect.

And it did, it was perfect. You sat on the chair directly in front of her, watching for any sign of a reaction. The girl let out a grunt/moan of pleasure, and you couldn’t help the smile that forced its way on your mouth. “How is it?” No reply came out of her yet, but she took another bite. “God, this is amazing” she said and kept on eating it “what are the ingredients?” She asked and you smiled “it’s a vegan cake actually. I’ve had people ask me some but I’ve never tried anything, until now.” You said and watched as she went wide eyed “you’re telling me that this is not actually made out of milk and stuff?” She watched as you nodded “damn. You must be a really good chef” she said and smiled “thank you thank you. I uhm… I Don’t think I caught your name?” You said smiling.

“I’m Jenna” she said and held out her hand. “Well nice to meet you Jenna, I’m (Y/N)”

That, is how you met your mother- no wait. That is how you met your soulmate. Only… you didn’t know it was her. The more time passed, the more you two got to know each other and let me tell you, there was a connection that both of you felt immediately. You were just so at ease with each other, you made each other feel safe and happy and it was by far the best you’ve felt after your parents’s death. You had learned about her that she was an actress, that she had a new movie coming out soon and that she was now having a break, just being with her family and making time to relax, coming to your bakery especially at closing time and you let her. You knew how hard it must be being famous, if she ever came during the day she would be surrounded by fans so you let her come past closing time, you closed the shop and let her stay in so she could relax and try your new recipes.

It had now been a couple months and On this other day you had closed the shop, waiting for Jenna as you sat down at her usual table, managing the bills while a new recipe was cooking in the oven when you heard a knock on the door. You smiled brightly when you saw Jenna, unlocking the door to let her inside. She immediately smelled around before sitting down where you were just sitting. “Making me something new?” She asked and you smiled, nodding. “Yep! You seem like the cinnamon kind of girl so I’m making something cinnamon based” you said as you made your way to the kitchen, where a sweet cinnamon cake had just finished getting ready. “You know me well” she giggled and sat down, soon you brought her the sweet before sitting back down in front of her, eyes on the bills again.

“Managing bills?” She asked as she saw you nod and sigh, hands in your hair. “Yeah. I’m not really good at this stuff. It takes me hours and I’m glad I have company now” you said and tapped your pen on the table “don’t you have anyone to help you? Parents, friends, soulmate…” she said as she looked at you “well,” you sighed “parents are dead and I inherited this shop, friends I don’t really have any and soulmate… unknown” you shrugged “soulmate marks usually have a meaning in your life, but what does a piece of braided hair mean? I’ve never even braided my hair!” You chuckled at yourself before going back on your bills. “Random question uh, you remember that I told you I have a movie coming out?” You nodded at her. It was the movie where her mark was leaked, the same mark you had on your collarbone and that you didn’t know she had.

“Do you want to come with me to the premiere?”

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Unlike your expectations you agreed. You were going to a Movie premiere, Jenna’s new movie. You didn’t usually get out of your eyes if not to go open your shop, you didn’t go to the movies as you had no one to go with but now you had her… and it wasn’t just a movie night… it was a freaking premiere. That day Jenna had her stylists and after you were given your dress for the night, make up artists started working on you, and you noticed that the first thing they did was use a really dense and strong foundation to cover your mark. “Why are you covering it?” You asked, looking at the woman holding the sponge. “Trust me, you don’t want anyone to see it” you didn’t know why that would be a problem, so you decided to stay quiet and not argue back. It took them A LOT both to cover the mark and actually apply normal make up, you had a very light skin color so it was hard finding a foundation color that even matched your skin.

When you were all ready and you got out of your apartment, you found a car that was already waiting for you, you were confused at first, but then you remembered Jenna telling you that she would come pick you up, so you quickly got in the car, where you saw her already smiling at you. Your Jaw nearly dropped seeing how pretty she looked, and you could see a small blush forming on her cheeks “you look… gorgeous” you said and took in her appearance and she giggled, gently punching your shoulder “shut up, have you seen yourself?” She said, making you blush “yeah I know I’m very pretty” you smiled and soon enough you had arrived at the premiere. You were about to get off the car when Jenna stopped you. “Wait, did the make up artists cover your mark?” She asked slightly moving your dress away from your shoulder so she could see if it was covered.

“Yeah yeah, they covered it, why is it so important?” Jenna wanted to reply, and you saw her hesitate, her mouth opening and closing continuously before she eventually sighed and shook her head. “Nothing, you’ll see later” you nodded in confusion and got off the car with her, flashes and cameras immediately pointed at the both of you as pictures were being taken. Surprisingly enough, you didn’t mind all this attention. You knew that this would be a great occasion to sponsor your bakery, even though it was already known pretty well. A few of the actors recognized you from your shop and form the TV spot and instagram posts about your bakery, you were more than happy to hear their opinion on your shop and you politely invited them to come over some times to try your specialties for a lower price. You were thriving anyway, so a lower price would mean nothing.

After Jenna was taken A LOT of pictures, it was finally time for you to get into the theatre and actually watch the movie. It started off amazing, Jenna’s acting was fantastic and you were stunned by both her beauty and how good she was at acting. She often turned around to see you with your jaw dropped open at her job, or maybe at how pretty she looked, or maybe both?

However, at one particular point of the movie, Jenna pur her hand on your arm, her eyes not trailing away from the screen. “Here it comes, look look” she said, it was the scene where her soulmate mark was getting revealed. A piece of braided hair on her right collarbone… same as you. As soon as it was revealed, she looked at you, only to see you… asleep. You had fallen asleep, and Jenna didn’t know how to react. You didn’t see her mark, you didn’t know she was your soulmate.

Jenna woke you up at the end of the movie, she didn’t speak a word to you if not just to tell you “we’re leaving” and “get in the car.” Admit it, you were kinda scared and felt like you were a kid who had just gotten in trouble and waiting for your mother to scold you. You didn’t know where you were going but you assumed you were going back to her apartment when she took out the keys to it from her purse. “Jenna, will you tell me what’s going on?” You asked her for the thousand time in 15 minutes. “Will you be quiet for just a minute?” Jenna asked, she was mad, but still being polite. “Are you seriously mad because I fell asleep? Jeez, I was exhausted! It’s not like I decided to fall asleep” you chuckled and didn’t even realize that you had gotten into her apartment.

You tried to complain yet once more after she didn’t give you a reply, but suddenly you were in her arms and you felt her lips on yours, it was all so sudden, so fast. You liked her that way, you really did but she never gave you any sign of liking you back… well, until now. “Jen-“ you said in between kisses, your hands on her waist and you didn’t know if you should bring her closer or push her away, ask her for some kind of explanation. You had questions, you really did and that’s why you pushed her away. “Jen, what’s the meaning of this?” You asked, you were still relatively close and the smell of her perfume was filling your nostrils, “(Y/N)… you’re my soulmate” she nearly whispered, and you looked at her in confusion. “What? But in the movie you had another mark-“ “the movie, (Y/N)” she interrupted you “there was a scene that you didn’t see, because you had fallen asleep, where my real mark was revealed”

You were even more confused now, your thoughts weren’t making any sense, and the only wan that had some was “show me” you said, in a few seconds Jenna took your hand and brought you to her bathroom, she took some lotion and wipes and cleaned the make up away from her collarbone, a piece of braided hair appearing as a soulmate mark. You were shocked, you were processing too many things at once and you were confused, considering that you had woken up not too long before.

“You’re my-“ you gulped. “I’m your…” Jenna giggled and you furrowed your brows. “Yes, we are soulmates” you took a few more seconds to process the new pieve of information, but when you did you walked closer to her, brought her close to you from her hips and pressed your lips against hers, and you felt a really satisfying cry come out from her. You were finally hers… she was finally yours. Nothing else mattered now, just the two of you.

You wished that the kiss could last forever, but eventually air was needed and you pulled away, being just a few inches away from each other you just smiled lovingly. “Why a piece of braided hair, tho?” You asked, your hand gently caressing her cheek. “I didn’t know until a few days before I met you… I got a new role, for a Netflix show” she whispered and looked at you. “And what is it?” You asked her.

“Wednesday Addams”

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avocado-writing · 3 months

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Ohhhh my lord I would DIE for some sort of AU where Astarion had a lover/partner before he was turned by Cazador???

And maybe he finds you visiting his grave after being freed from the tadpole or something and mentally debating whether to go to you or stay hidden bc he’s insecure about being a vampire?

Idk I’ve just been thinking about this randomly and the angst would be so goooood

Love Love Love your work Avo 💚💚💚

notes: sorry for this I swear I’ll write something happy next.

pairing: astarion x reader.

warnings: hurt, no comfort

rating: T

He dies and leaves you broken.

At least, you think he does. There is no way for him to come to you through those first few years, when Cazador keeps him imprisoned alone and half-crazed with starvation, sucking the innards out of rats until their desiccated husks are his only company. Eventually he manages to endear himself to his master enough that he is allowed out of the palace, though that is only to bring food back in the form of the unsuspecting nobles of Baldur’s Gate.

It is a miserable existence. He hates his body, hates himself, and as Cazador forces him to seduce people back, using his own beauty as bait, the soft nights he spent with you are all that keeps him sane.

Your memory is a light in the darkness of his new life.

On the fifth anniversary of his death, the first chance he has since he was turned, he cannot help but go and visit his grave. Call him maudlin, but he wonders if it has yet fallen into disrepair. As a magistrate he was hardly the most popular man in the city, and now everyone thinks he’s long gone…

He does not find it empty. He finds a sobbing figure next to the headstone.

You are just as lovely as he remembers, though your face is stained with tears. You grieve as if he died yesterday and not several years past. Your fingers carefully caress the engraving of his name, the way you used to trace them over his cheekbones, his lips.

It is a punch to the gut.

“Why did you have to leave me…” you choke, gripping the grass so hard you tear it from the ground.

He wants to hold you in his arms. To tell you that he is here, that death didn’t take him. He wants to remember what it feels like to touch you, really touch you, not just live by an echo of it in his memory.

But he can’t, because he is a monster. A creature which belongs to the night. You would not want him now, would you? You’re a thing of beating blood and soft flesh and breathed air and life. He simply cannot anchor you to this thing which he has become and drag you down too.

That would just kill him all over again.

Wordlessly, he leaves you to mourn.

He comes back every year, to that little corner of the graveyard. You still cry but as time moves on, it is less, and eventually you make it through a whole visit without shedding a tear. You wax poetic about your favourite memories of him: quiet meals spent together, days when you never left bed, private in-jokes he thinks you would have forgotten by now. He listens to you talk from the shadows.

It is the one thing he has to look forward to all year.

Then you start bringing company.

Your partner holds your hand tightly, and Astarion seethes from the darkness as you tell them about all him, about the pale elf you used to love. They listen as you fondly recount stories of your time together, and Astarion is torn: you no longer sound hurt like you once did, like the grief is a constant companion as you stumble on through life; but he is bitter. You were his. And now your hand easily links through the fingers of another.

He considers attacking you both. Biting you, trying to turn you. Killing your new paramour and having their bastard blood quench his unholy thirst.

But then you laugh, really laugh, tipping your head back in mirth at something they said, and leaning up against them. The way you used to with him.

How can a dead heart break?

He leaves.

The next year, when the two of you visit, you have matching rings on your fingers.

The year after that, you do not come to his grave at all. He wonders if you have finally forgotten about him. He tries to swallow this fact and move on, but what does he have to move on to? More misery. More loneliness. More Cazador.

The year after he finds you there, once again, and he feels the first twinge of joy in gods know how long –

“We had a baby, Astarion,” you say to the cold stone in front of you, carefully clearing off the moss which has attempted to take it over. “A little boy. He’s so precious… I know you never really liked children, but I hope you’d be pleased for me. I miss you, my darling, but I’m finally happy.”

He never visits his grave again.

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yangbbokari · 6 months

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Do You Love Me Too?

Pairing: Hyunjin x fem!reader x Jeongin Genre/AU/Trope: Angst, fluff(?), hurt comfort(?), College!AU, friends to friends to potential lovers(idk if that counts😭) WC: 1.4k Summary: You like him so why can't he see that? But as for the other, he likes you, why can't you see that? Is it so hard to find someone who loves you in this life? Warnings: unrequited love, language(? I don't remember just in case), mentions of stomach cancer, now I'm too lazy to wrote the rest so tell me if I missed something A.N. This was supposed to be posted last Friday but y'all are getting it today. Enjoy!🤗

Growing up, you had two best friends. One, was named Jeongin and the other, was Hyunjin. Anywhere Hyunjin went, you went, and so did Jeongin. It’s been like this since before you could remember. Of course each of you made a few other friends along the way but none were quite like your trio.

But there was something different about your group. A little more different than any other average friend group. You were friends with benefits. Well at least with Hyunjin. You couldn’t exactly say the same for Jeongin.

When you were alone with Hyunjin, that meant that he had full control. Even right before a hang out, he’d come extra early to spend “special” time with you. You could never say no to him. After all, you have had a crush on him since freshman year of highschool. Being in college didn’t change that.

The two of you never thought you’d get caught. But little did y’all know, that Jeongin had known from the start. The flushed cheeks, swollen lips, purple marks along the neck, new set of clothes from what you wore earlier. How could he not notice. Especially since he’s loved you since childhood. He always saw you chase after Hyunjin and never him. But, what right did he have if he was not the one you liked? So he ignored everything and pretended that he never knew a thing.

That was up until, for the first time, you ran into his arms. He was stunned. This wasn’t something that would usually happen so why happen now? But then he heard your sobs, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“I-Innie… I just don’t get it. What does she have that I don’t? Did you know I liked Hyunjin too?” You look up at him with teary eyes. Jeongin was so flustered he just blurted out the truth. “Y-yeah!” It only made you sob harder. He was worried but unsure of what to do.

You continued to ramble. “Everyone knows I’m in love with him BUT him! Am I that unlikable? I’ve chased after him for so many years. I’ve done everything he’s wanted. H-he tells me he loves me when we have intimate moments so why is he with another girl now!? He holds me while kissing my forehead so why is he doing that with another girl now!? He makes me feel special but was that all a lie!?”

Jeongin held you tightly and shushed you down. “No, you’re not that unlikable. Maybe he just doesn’t see you that way. Maybe it’s right person wrong time. If he can do all that with you why can’t I? Why can’t I make you feel special? Why can’t I hold you? Why can’t I tell you that I love you?”

“Cuz’ you’re not him, Innie. No one’s like Hyunjin.” He felt his heart shatter. Of course he wasn’t. After all, as blind as Hyunjin was, so were you. Why couldn’t you see his gigantic, heart, eyes, that only held you? Was he that hard to love? ~~~ After that, you began to ignore both of them. Jeongin also ignored both of you. Hyunjin was a little confused.The rest of the school was baffled. Neither of you have ever grown apart like this. Not even after an argument. Y'all would always make up somehow. So this was a little weird. Hyunjin was worried. His two closest best friends have never done this so he called the both of you for a meet up. Sitting in the cafe was insufferable. Not to mention that Hyunjin also brought his girlfriend, Lia. You looked everywhere but at Hyunjin, too sure you were going to cry if you did. Jeongin simply didn't know if you knew that he accidentally confessed to you so he's been keeping his distance.

Hyunjin sighed loudly. "So are we just going to sit here all day? What's going on with my bestfriends? Did I do something wrong?"

"NO!" Both you and Jeongin yelled at the same time. Hyunjin sighed once more. "Then what is it?" You didn't want to speak more than you already did. Because you knew if you did, you'd accidentally tell Hyunjin how much you've loved him from the start. So you rose from you position and left.

Now it was Jeongin's turn to sigh. "I'll go talk to her and walk her back to the dorms." With that, he also left, leaving Hyunjin and Lia behind.

He called out after you. "Y/nnie! Wait!" But you continued to ignore him. He huffed before running to catch up with you and whipping you around by the wrist. That was when he saw the tears streaming down your cheeks.

"You should've just left me alone. This is so embarrassing." You said as you were wiping away your tears. Jeongin's eyes softened and he wrapped his arms around you. "It's not. This is what bestfriends are for, aren't they?" You chuckled and gently hit him on the shoulder. "Oh, shut up." He laughed with you. "There's my Y/nnie. That's the smile she always wears." You don't know why but your heart fluttered. "My Y/nnie..." You repeat to yourself quietly.

Jeongin walked you the rest of the way to your dorms. He hugged you and then he turned to leave. But then you gently grabbed and tugged his sleeve. "Innie?" His heart pounded against his rib cage. "Y-yeah..?" You took a deep breath. "Did you mean what you said the other day? You know, when you said that I should do everything with you instead." He nodded his head. "Then does that mean that you like me?"

Think, Jeongin, think. If you don't come up with something she'll find out. He quickly turned to you with a soft smile. "No. I just wanted to make you feel better. Besides, I don't have to like you to hold you do I?" You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. "Oh, thank God! I wouldn't have the heart to reject you. Thank you, Jeongin. For being so good to me."

His gaze faltered. You were relieved that he didn't love you. So how would it turn out when you knew that he does?

But Jeongin didn't let you see that. He just smiled and said, "Yeah."

After you went inside, Jeongin finally let his tears flow freely. How could he be so stupid to ever think that you'd give him a chance. To ever think that your view on him would even change the slightest.

Later that night, you called Hyunjin. "Hello, y/n?" You wanted to slap yourself from ever avoiding him when you heard the worry lacing his voice. "I'm sorry, Hyunjin. None of this was your fault. Me and Jeongin talked ours out so..." You paused, not sure of what to say.

"...so we're all good?" Hyunjin finished for you. You smiled, not that he could see it. "Yeah... we're good." ~~~ Back at school, everything went back to normal. Three best friends enjoying their time. As per usual, you'd bring Hyunjin strawberry milk during lunch. Except this time, he rejected it.

"No, thanks. Lia's getting me something."

"Oh..."

Jeongin could see how the happiness in your eyes faltered. So he snatched the milk carton from your hands.

"Nice! Y/nnie, I knew you loved me. Strawberry milk just how I like it."

"Oh, shut up!"

You punched him on the shoulder and the two of you had your own little time, just horsing around. With Jeongin distracting you, you didn't even notice when Lia came in. That was until you heard her say, "Jesus, you two. You guys would look so cute together. Why don't y'all date already." She giggled and Hyunjin agreed.

Both, your's and Jeongin's cheeks flushed red and you both stopped bickering. "For the record, Jeongin is like a little brother to me. No thanks." You fake gagged.

Jeongin could feel a sharp pang in his heart. Little brother... he'd make sure to keep that in mind. "Ew, Y/n? Absolutely not. I'd rather date a pig."

"Well fuck you too, Yang Jeongin!"

He stuck out his tongue at you as you began bickering with him again. ~~~ In class, the only class that you had with Hyunjin, Lia, and Jeongin, the teacher assigned a group project. So of course you all banded together. Nobody knew how Jeongin made it into this class because out of everyone, only he majored in law while the rest of you majored in visual arts. He claimed that he was taking this art class to get to know his two best friends better. Not that either of you believed it. But it is what it is.

The project was to create a one of a kind art piece that reflected a little bit of each and everyone's art style and emotions. You immediately chose love. Being the hopeless romantic you are, how could you not? Hyunjin chose excitement, Lia chose Joy, and Jeongin chose sorrow. Jeongin's was a bit different from the rest but the rubric did say everyone.

Everyone agreed to meet up at the campus study rooms. But Hyunjin and Lia cancelled last minute. Something along the lines of, "We have to go meet with some other people so we can't make it. SORRY!" So now, it was you and Jeongin stuck in a study room for a couple of hours, brainstorming up a plan.

You began to grow tired and your head was nodding off until you were fully asleep. Jeongin just thought it was the funniest thing to take a few pictures. But he forgot to turn off his flash so it woke you up.

"What the hell, Jeongin! Delete those right now!"

"Make me!"

You chased Jeongin until he gave in. But once he did, you tripped over your own feet. Not wanting to fall face first, you grabbed onto Jeongin. Which inevitably led to him falling on top of you. Both of you were breathing heavily but couldn't find the strength to push the other off. Nor could either of you break eye contact. You wouldn't exactly say that you haven't been falling for him either. But this was something new and weird you weren't ready to explore.

Jeongin found this as a chance. A chance for you to see him as worthy. He slowly leaned down, finally breaking eye contact as his eyes flickered between yours and your lips. The closer he got, the harder it was for you to deny the feelings between the two of you. You felt his lips brush against yours when your phone rang, snapping you both out of the trance.

After practically shoving Jeongin off of you, you picked up the phone. Hyunjin's voice rang in from the other side.

"Hey, y/n. Are you still with Jeongin?"

"Yeah... why?"

"Where are you guys, I'll come meet with you guys."

"Just you?"

"Yeah."

"Where's Lia?"

"I'll explain that later."

"Oh, well we're still at the study rooms."

When Hyunjin arrived, he almost fell into your arms. He began to explain how Lia and him had broken up and how his heart was in shambles. Both you and Jeongin were extremely confused. Hyunjin and Lia had seemed so perfect just hours ago and now they broke up. It was a bit off considering how head over heels they were for each other. ~~~ Hyunjin ended up talking to each of you alone. Jeongin first. He didn't even hesitate. He immediately went straight to the point.

"You like Y/nnie, don't you?"

"What?"

"You heard me."

"No! That's impossible. She's like an annoying sibling."

"Nobody looks at their annoying sibling like they'd do anything for them and fall to their knees if that sibling asked them to."

Jeongin was a bit speechless for a minute. But then he asked a question.

"And if I did? Why would that matter to you?"

"Because I like her too."

"What!? What about Lia? Weren't you just so devastated that she broke up with you?"

"Lia was someone that helped me."

"In what way?"

"She became my fake-partner for a month."

"The hell does that mean?"

"She pretended to like me for month. In return, I'd help her with her reputation and her classwork."

"Well why did you feel the need to tell me that you liked Y/n too?"

Now Hyunjin was a bit speechless. It was hard for him to explain the situation. He didn't know how to put it into words.

"Because... I want you to be good to her."

"You do know she likes you right?"

"Yeah."

"So why don't you take good care of her yourself?"

"We're not meant for each other."

"Speak in words I can understand, Hyunjin! Quit speaking like Shakespeare wrote you!"

"She's not gonna do any good with me."

"You already slept with her for God's sake! Are just gonna use her and dump her!?"

"That's what I mean! She'll only end up heartbroken with me! I pretended to be in a relationship with Lia so that she'd get over me and realize that you're waiting for her! I'm dying, Innie! There won't be a me anymore! My stomach cancer's already in stage 3!!"

Jeongin went silent. He just nodded his head as he headed out the door. When he walked past you, looking distressed, you became worried. But all he said was, "Hyunjin said he wants to talk to you now." ~~~ Hyunjin kept it short with you.

"Do you like Jeongin?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Why are you asking me about this?"

"Because my two best friends seem to be a good match. I don't want them to end up alone like me."

"You're stupid."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, because you'll never end up alone. You'll always have me and Innie by your side. That's what friends are for."

As much as Hyunjin's heart was warmed, it also hurt. Knowing that a warm person like you couldn't be his hurt a little too deep.

"Let's go out drinking. For the sake of being friends this long." ~~~ Jeongin knew he had to watch over you so he couldn't drink much. He also wasn't in the nicest mood especially after what Hyunjin told him. Hyunjin couldn't drink. His condition didn't allow him to. You on the other hand, not knowing much, drank to your heart's content.

"Cheers for Hyunnie's breakup! Cheers so Innie can finally find a girlfriend!" You drunkenly shouted before passing out in between the men. Jeongin turned to Hyunjin. But he couldn't hold his gaze for long.

"When are you planning to tell her?"

"Never?" Hyunjin chuckled tiredly. "I don't want her to know."

"Don't you think it's better for her to know now than later?"

"But if she finds out now, she'll be very careful with me and we won't be able to be the fun best friends we always are. You know how she is."

Now Jeongin got to chuckle. "She is like that." Both men smiled fondly at you. Your mouth wide open, already drooling on Hyunjin's shoulder.

"I'll tell her. Just not now."

Jeongin nodded his head, deciding to put his trust in Hyunjin. Eventually, they decided that Jeongin would take you home and Hyunjin would go on his own.

In the back of the taxi, on the way home, you looked up at Jeongin, studying his features.

"Innie?"

"Oh, you're awake."

"Is that you, Innie?"

"Mhmm."

He could tell that you still weren't sober but still decided to keep the conversation going.

"What is it, Y/nnie?"

"What do you think of me? Am I good enough?"

"Of course you are. I think you're an amazing person. Anybody would be lucky to have you."

"Then do you like me?"

"Do you think that I like you?"

"I don't know!" You began to pout and he just thought it was so cute. He couldn't exactly pull out his phone, so he took a mental picture of this very moment. "Why can't you like me, Jeongin!? Am I ugly!? Am I too much of a sister to you!?"

That's when you started crying and Jeongin couldn't help but fall even deeper in love with you.

"There's just some things I can't tell you." He whispered into your hair.

You were already getting drowsy again when you softly mumbled. "Can you at least love me back the way I love you? I've just been waiting for you to say that you love me."

He could feel his cheeks warm when you said that. Maybe one day he could tell you how much he loves you. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ another a.n: I have more so there might be a part 2 but I didn't know how to word it. and ik, the ending is pretty ass but thats all I have so far

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writingforatwistedworld · 1 year

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Otome au

I’ve had this in my head ever since your AU came out because :) OK Mc still does the side quest and so does the storyline but they always try to take stuff from the villagers or like the side characters( I do this it doesn’t work most the time)🤣

For example mc : i’m gonna take your bread sir(Mc tried to take it but but they can’t) give me my bread

Villager: my bakery is closed you can come back another day:)

Mc : let me take your Bread SIR SIR let me take your bread STOP WALKING AWAY FROM ME SIR!!!??

Can you do Vil,epel, azul how would they react mc like that I thought it would be hilarious!!! please thank you love your stuff<3

THE BREAD! HAIL THE BREAD! EAT THE BREAD! RESPECT THE BREAD! And take the bread away from NPC's. (I hear the murder in the voice of that example NPC XD)

Otome-au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, poison, violence, stalking, obsession, possessiveness, murder, death

Azul Ashengrotto/Vil Schoenheit/Epel Felmier-“I’m gonna take your bread sir… let me take your bread SIR SIR STOP WALKING AWAY FROM ME SIR!!!??”

Here he is sitting, watching you through his mirror, looking at how you talk with those land-dwellers (idk about what you think but bread underwater is a bit hard u know...)

And... could it be that you are hungry?

Because all he is seeing is you jumping like a madman in front of random people (you call them NPC's, right?) wanting their bread if they had one

Ok, imagine this with me, he just woke up, was done with his hair so it was... like it usually was and just put the mirror on like some TV

You following me, right? Well he was staring at it with an open mouth watching how you wanted everyones bread for the first two minutes

And once the shock is gone he is going mad

“ARE THEY NOT FEEDING YOU WELL??!”

Then he remembers that this is not your real body and just some shell so you can experience this world

But then... what are you doing? Is this something in another culture? Is he missing something here?

Poor Octopus is so confused.

Why don't you just take some fish if you want food that badly, they are practically swimming into your hand... oh, yeah, right, you not in water

Let us remember that panicked state he was in before, yes? The three people that he could also see with you in the mirror are now cursed, byproduct of his abilities (don't question it)

But you seem to like bread a lot... should he try to create a waterproof one??!

Cue you looking at your screen confused when they achievement “culinary inspiration-the merpeoples best chef” popped up

Guess you just brought bread onto the plate of fish

But no one dares to steal the recipe. Otherwise they might find themselves at the mercy of an angry outcast of the sea, the mersorcerer himself

Yeah, that garden is growing pretty neat

So... you expect this cold-hearted tyrant king to just ignore what is going on?

My dear friend, he has a magic mirror that can see and show more than any other reflecting surface

He was this close from throwing his own most prized reflective surface out of the window (again)

Life of a mirror can be hard you know? If it isn't easy with competition on the mirror market and if that doesn't kick you out of the business then it's your owner shattering you (and I'm sure a fall from a tower also does the job)

Since you know me you also know what comes next, we build the scene

He just sat there, staring at your body in this world and how it didn't move for about half an hour (you probably went to grab a bite)

He almost screamed when you suddenly jumped up and sprinted to the next baker

Oh I also forgot to mention, you were screaming “BRRREEEAAADDDD” (you doing that. Not me. I'm just an author)

That was rather... u elegant but he can pass this...

Until you go to the next person and repeat the whole “gimme your bread” thingy

I told you, that mirror better learn how to fly and that fast

You want bread? YOU WANT BREAD??! Fine, then you shall get bread

Suddenly someone appears out of nowhere, handing you a basket filled with bread, saying “in the name of the king”

Maybe he will even get so annoyed that he will try to poison his brother yet again but this time with bread (imagine, it was not an apple but bread XD)

But if you thought about giving it to one of the suitors I would advise you to forget that

You know, he has a certain special magic and he might have done something to the bread that would affect them but not you... Just might (nah he has definitely done something to it)

So bread is the way into your heart huh?

Forget his apple carving skills! *sobs* He is going to learn how to bake bread!

The kitchen looked like it was a battlefield after the first time... why was there a knife sticking out of the bowl?

But anyway, he is trying his best

But why did he decide to walk the treacherous path of bread baking?

Well... you were screaming like a madman and telling everyone to give you bread

Oh boy was he happy that the people would forget what happened after you would restart the game or loaded an earlier safe file

Lowkey embarrassed but then it struck him!

If you want bread that badly then he shall make it!

He was so motivated that he totally forgot that this body of yours can't even get hungry

Remember that he is also the poison dealer which would hand the king the poison to finally reach his goals in the plot of the game?

That left over bread which isn't 100% perfect doesn't get thrown away, no

Bread can actually soak up a lot of liquids so just a few drops of this and that... there, his next client should be pleased

Also, might use the power of the oh-so-malicious poisoned bread to make sure Neige doesn't come close, he can't have the main plot ending too fast after all (falling off a cliff hurts)

But in the end he can bake bread like a champion

Just don't take the bread from that basket. That other one is for you. Oh why? Well... he made it for that nice person you met yesterday. Had to take extra measures because of an allergy... want to deliver it with you?

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myminecraftfantasy · 5 days

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DSMP x Encanto AU

Character Concepts:

This post is about my thought process why I assigned each character the role they have. Along with some concept art. (I’m not an artist, but I tried T^T)

Character Selection:

Philza — as Alma Abuela. The reasoning is simple, “His name is Philza Minecraft and he is quite old...” Also, he’s part bird because the wings are iconic

Nihachu & Puffy — Niki as Julieta. when I made this AU, I immediately casted Niki for this role because of her kind nature and the bakery she once had (in DSMP). Puffy as Augustin. I originally had Wilbur in this role, but I changed it because I thought Puffy would be more fun and I wanted to do something else for Wilbur. It’s a shame I can’t make Puffy a sheep, but I made Niki a cat because she has cats irl.

Sapnap & Karl — as Pepa & Felix. I immediately knew I wanted this couple in the AU since they’re a really fun dynamic. Karl would’ve suited either of the roles well, but I thought that Sapnap would suit Pepa better than Felix. Also, I made Sapnap a panda because Pandas.

Technoblade — as Bruno. they’re both quirky & introverted characters that I like (yes, I’m a bit biased). Also, he would fit in the song “We don’t talk about Techno, no, no, no~”. I think it was meant to be. And of course I made Techno a pig, he is “The Pig”.

Dream — as Dolores. their characters both have a ‘lying in wait’ sort-of-vibe, it’s hard to explain. It’s also pretty entertaining in terms of character interactions, and I put George in Mariano’s role. I also made Dream a wolf because of that popular GNF video.

Quackity - as Camilo. they both have really fun and goofy personalities, I think it’s a perfect fit. Quackity likes to change his mc skin a lot, so it matches Camilo’s gift. Also, Quackity is a duck because quack.

Wilbur — as Antonio. I was originally going to have Wilbur as Augustin, but I thought this would be a more interesting dynamic with Tommy with the flip in ages. I made Wilbur a fox because of his son Fundy in DSMP.

(I really wanted the bench trio in this AU, and I thought the 3 siblings would be perfect)

Ranboo — as Isabella. The character dynamics and relationships is really interesting with him in this role (prolly gonna make a mini-post for some hcs for this). Also, with Isabella’s gift, I could give Ranboo a flower crown. I chose a deer for Ranboo because the antlers and ears matched well with popular fan interpretation.

Tubbo — as Luisa. Not much to say for this one, I’ve seen the strong Tubbo fanart. This combo is perfect. Tubbo is obviously a ram for popular easons.

Tommy — as Mirabel. Main character energy, of course. Not to mention, their characters are often underestimated despite the attention they get. Tommy remains a regular human until the Casita gets rebuilt. He gets a bird too)

(Also, Casita’s nickname in this AU is Chat.

So remember those scenes with Mirabel saying “Casita”, now imagine Tommy saying “Chat” in the same way

Idk, I think it’s funny)

#mcyt #dsmp #dream smp #dsmp fanart #dsmpxencanto #dsmp art #minecraft #encanto au #encanto #dsmp au #crossover

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you-remind-me-of-the-babe · 23 days

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An ask game for writers to procrastinate working on your WIPs

Thank you for tagging me @ic3-que3n @theearlgreymage @wellbelesbian @shrekgogurt @orange-peony @youarenevertooold @whatevertheweather @thewholelemon @cutestkilla @aristocratic-otter @monbons @emeryhall @valeffelees (wow everyone is out here playing huh?)

🦈Tell us the name of your / one of your WIP(s)

As of right now, I’m going with Back and Back and Back but that may change.

🍄Decscribe your wip / one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___ =___”

Past flashbacks in which Baz grows up being visited by an older Simon in the woods outside his house in Hampshire + current 7th year Simon suddenly finds himself traveling back in time to visit young Baz = both Simon and Baz trying to figure out what’s happening in the present, resulting in them falling in love in a mesh of past and present

🌍What tags or warnings will your / one of your wip(s) need if you intend to share it?

Soulmates, time travel, canon divergent, Watford-era, angst with a happy ending, kid!Baz, lightly inspired by Time Traveler’s Wife.

🧭An alternative title to your / one of your WIP(s)?

I mentioned this last week, but I quite like Start at the End, even though I don’t think it technically is accurate or describes the fic.

⚠️Which wip you’re most likely to finish or update next?

Idk, this one will be quite long, but everything else in my WIP folder are just attempts at starting a premise I liked, but none of them have gotten much traction, so probably this one? Hopefully?

💾What is your document of your wip / a wip called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as)

Time Travel AU

🖍Post Any sentence from your wip

He whistles, looking around and finally taking the time to fully appreciate the tree house.

“Did you make this?”

“With help,” I explain. “Some from Father. Mostly from you.”

His eyebrows raise in surprise. That’s one thing I’ve yet to figure out, why he forgets. Sometimes, he remembers our past visits with more detail than I do. As if they’d just happened the day before instead of years ago. Other times, he can’t remember something as big as building a treehouse with me. He reminds me of my grandmother, when her dementia had its grips on her. She’d recall something from her childhood so clearly, and the next minute, she’d forget my name.

Father didn’t want me to call attention to it in front of her. He said it would only make her more confused. So I don’t mention it to him, either. We just sort of…dance around it, without mentioning it outright. (He’d fit right in with my family, honestly.) I just clarify things and then we move on.

♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP

I was thinking about having the Humdrum be a time traveling younger Simon, or something like that, in addition to current Simon being a time traveler. Like, they discover there’s another version of him traveling, but I thought that would be too confusing. So instead, he’s just the regular ol’ Humdrum.

🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

I have a lil Drabble in my head about Baz being sad while his wedding ring is getting fixed by the jewelers for a week so Simon has to cheer him up. (It me. Rubbing my empty ring finger all week while it’s getting fixed and I hate it not being there.)

🤡How many Wips are you actively working on?

Actively? I think just this one right now. There are about 4 other half starts from earlier this year when I was just throwing spaghetti noodles at the wall to see what stuck. Some of them I may come back to if I get a burst of inspiration or something.

🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

(One of) the big reveals because the scene carries a lot of emotional weight, and I want to do it right.

❤️Not a question, just a second kudos to send.

And kudos to anyone who read this far!

Anyone else want to play? @facewithoutheart @hushed-chorus @iamamythologicalcreature @ileadacharmedlife @blackberrysummerblog @run-for-chamo-miles @mooncello @angelsfalling16 @artsyunderstudy and anyone else interested! 💜

#tumblr tag game #writing process #my writing

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Hi! So I absolutely love and adore your sister AU fics for the Sinclair brothers and I’m just wondering if you’d ever do a similar thing with Brahms maybe? I’ve just had these thoughts about what if Brahms had a twin or younger sister who he loved because she was like his only true friend but then after what he did to Emily Cribbs, your parents had you sent away out of concern for your safety either before or after the fire. Maybe you have burn scars that aren’t as severe, or maybe you got away unscathed. But you somehow ended up coming back to the manor many years later (you’re on vacation, you get lost and/or your car breaks down, you get dared to enter the “haunted house” locals are wary of, idk) and at some point Brahms recognizes you and doesn’t want you to leave. He wants— no, he needs you to remember him. He lost you once, and he can’t let it happen again. Your parents and Greta are gone by this point, and he’s been so lonely. Of course weird ghost things happen that conveniently keep you confined to the house (The old doors get stuck and lock you in certain rooms, severe rainstorm/power goes out, idk) and other weird events make you think the place is haunted. Maybe you also have a porcelain doll in your likeness like he does and he tries to gift it to you without showing himself but it unnerves you. Maybe you find old pictures of yourself as a child but don’t recognize them as you until you read your name that’s written on the back. Just an idea, I know you probably have tons of requests to get through so no worries I just thought it could make for a very cool AU since your Sinclair AUs are so incredible and some of my favorite work 💜

Hello love and thank you for your kinds words and for this very cool idea!!!

I had a lot of fun writing for this (wrote two parts for it so far), so I hope you'll enjoy it as well <3

THE PAST HAUNTS ME - PART I (sister!reader x Brahms Heelshire)

Warnings: no proof reading, angst, nightmare/mansion burning down on Brahms, amnesia, mentions of death in a car crash, mentions of killing and violence, mentions of small past injuries and blood.

You woke up, with a strangled scream stuck in your throat, covered in sweats and madly shivering.

You had this nightmare again.

It felt like you couldn’t escape it since you were a child. You didn’t remember much of your past, but you perfectly remembered that, as far as your memory was going, there was this nightmare haunting you. You dreamt of a little boy who was screaming your name while a big mansion was burning down. His voice was coming from the mansion and you wanted to run in to help him out, but two adults were holding you back. You were screaming so much, you thought you were going to break your vocal cords. You were absolutely terrified and panicked and concerned, tears freely cascading down your face. You seemed to know who this little boy was. You seemed to care very much about him as well. Sometimes, you even screamed his name when you were waking up from the nightmare.

Brahms.

You always opened your eyes when the mansion was collapsing down on him.

You talked a lot about this dream to your adoptive parents and to the doctors you consulted as a child. You had always wondered if those images were actually coming from your past. Because of a very traumatic event, you lost your memory of when you were younger than 9 years old. It was as if your story was starting when you got adopted by your foster family. Because of your amnesia, your parents went to see a lot of doctors and therapists to make sure that you were doing alright. However, at the same time, your new family never wanted to talk about it directly with you, and they always said it was just a nightmare and that you shouldn’t worry about it too much.

They wanted to be certain you were in good physical and mental health, without having to talk about what they knew about you. They always said that they had no idea who your real parents could be, and you had always wanted to believe them because they were good to you. They treated you well, and they dearly loved you like their own daughter.

Despite your amnesia, you were happy to have a family and you hoped that everything was going to be alright. You grew up to turn into a young woman who was often questioning herself, but who was also afraid of what could await for her if she ever found out the answers to her questions.

When your adoptive parents died in a car crash, you thought you were going to lose it. You never cried that much in your whole existence, and felt so alone. You had no idea what to do at first. You weren’t sure to be ready to carry such a burden on your shoulders and on your own.

And yet, you decided to be strong and you focused on taking care of their funeral and then of their belongings that were now yours. They had a lot of kids but you were the only one they adopted, which was a little bit strange to you. But you didn’t really think about it: you were broken. You lost your second family as well. You felt like you were cursed; it was the only explanation on why everything and everyone was always leaving you. This idea was haunting you as much as the nightmare now; you needed to stay busy to forget about it.

As you were going through their documents, you found a very odd contract. They seemed to receive a lot of money every month in exchange for adopting you and making sure you would never remember what happened. There was an address on the contract and names. Mrs and Mr Heelshire. At first, you didn’t believe this was true. So you checked their bank account, but you realised that they indeed received the money every month from the Heelshires. It would explain why your adoptive parents never wanted to talk about your past; however it didn’t explain why everyone wanted you to stay in the dark. It made you feel sick and you left the contract on a table, while you left the room, trying to digest this crazy news before doing anything about it.

And now that you woke up from your nightmare, all you could think about was finding this burnt mansion. It had to be a memory. Or at least, a part of it even if your mind might have twisted it. It had to be the traumatic event that made you forget about everything.

You needed to know the truth about who you were… About who was Brahms too because he seemed important to you. Now that you lost your adoptive family, you had the even stronger urge to find out your past. You felt ready too. You were an adult, you could handle whatever you were going to find in this mansion. You just hoped you would be able to find it and that it didn’t fully burn.

Even though it was still the middle of the night, you dressed up, took some food with you and clothes, and left. You couldn’t stand to stay around now your parents were dead, so this little adventure was more than welcomed. You started to think about the contract while you were driving. You could only assume that the Heelshires were your biological parents (otherwise, why would they know you and why would they pay for people to care for you?). You couldn’t understand why your real family would have wanted you away from them though and why they would have paid for it. Was it because you did something? Was it because of the little boy who was screaming your name in the fire? Was it because he died?

You realised how far away from where you were the address was, but it was alright. Everything was going to be alright. After a little while, you actually found yourself relaxing and your mind was quietening down.

You made some little stops on the road, sleeping in cheap motels before resuming your journey. But at some point, you finally arrived in front of the big mansion. It seemed empty and you were disappointed. It was in the middle of nowhere too, but it was so beautiful. It was the same one as in your nightmare; except that it wasn’t burning down. You thought the place had to be rebuilt after the fire, because it didn’t seem damaged at all. You wondered if the Heelshires still lived there or if they sometimes came back. You were looking at it from your car, in the middle of the road.

A car, on the other way, came by and stopped next to you. The man lowered down his window.

“Got lost?” he asked, he seemed quite friendly. You shook your head.

“I was looking for this house. Do you know if anyone still lives here?” you asked

“No one since a while… You aren’t from here, are you?” he asked

“No indeed. Why?”

“Well there are a lot of stories about this place. Last time someone was in there, she said a man who was living in the walls tried to kill her. Cops never found anyone but there was blood and dead bodies in the entrance. The owners killed themselves too” he explained “If I was you I wouldn’t stay around or try to get inside. Some teens disappeared after some stupid dares. And even if cops can’t find shit…” he explained to you and you were positively horrified

“Thank you” you smiled “You seemed to be used of strangers wanting to get in there?” you asked, out of curiosity. He shrugged.

“Can’t explain it, but this mansion is fascinating. Can’t blame people for wanting to explore it to be honest… But it’s not safe. I don’t know how you heard about this place, but trust me, there is nothing for you in there.” he answered and plunged his eyes inside of yours.

You thanked him again and faked leaving. You waited for the man to disappear before parking nearby the house. Even if his stories made you shiver in fear, you still needed to get inside the mansion. You didn’t know if the owners were the Heelshires or not, but you hoped they weren’t. You had so many questions to ask them. You couldn’t have done all this road for nothing. And you couldn’t be so close to knowing more about yourself and turning back now. You had to have a quick look around the mansion. You weren’t going to touch anything, you were just trying to remember. And then you were going to leave before the crazy killer ghost attacked you. It seemed like a fair plan to you. You took a little knife pocket with you, just in case though.

You discreetly found a way in the property and quickly climbed the stairs towards the entrance. You knocked at the door, just to make sure no one was home. You waited a little while before trying to open it. It was unlocked and you thanked your luck before getting inside.

“Hello?” you called out and your voice resonated in the emptiness of the place. You shivered before sneezing at all the dust flying around. It really looked like the place was deserted. “I don’t know if someone’s here, but I’m not here to rob or do anything bad… I’m just looking for my past. If it’s okay with you, I’ll have a look around and then I’ll go. So please, don’t hurt me” you said. You really thought you were insane, but maybe it would keep the killer away from you. And being polite, even to ghosts (especially to ghosts?), never hurt anyone. You could at least believe it.

You waited a little longer, trying to hear anything, before starting to have a look around when only silence answered your call.

Brahms also woke up from a nightmare the morning you arrived at the mansion. It was always the same as well: his parents were sending you away because he killed a little girl of his age, and full of rage he burnt the mansion down while screaming your name because he couldn’t stand the idea of being apart from you. You were the only thing he ever loved, and your parents were worried he would corrupt the light your eyes always used to hold. He couldn’t explain to them that he would never hurt you in any way. You were his twin sister, you were his best friend, you were his sun. And he could only burn the whole world down if you weren’t there to appease his violence.

It was what actually happened.

And he woke up with the same sadness and anger burning him even worse than the fire did. The physical pain he felt and that his skin still remembered sometimes, was nothing compared to the pain of knowing he had lost you. He missed his baby twin sister so badly. You were what he loved the most in his life. When you were both children, he couldn't stand to be away from you, even though you were of a more independent nature. He killed Emily Crabs because she liked to say things about you. She was saying you were ugly and stupid, and that Brahms deserved a better sister. She was just fooling around, trying to annoy the boy. She couldn't know his love for his sister was so strong, and that he was ready to destroy everything and everyone for her. He killed Emily and your parents understood what happened when they found him covered in blood. They found the body too after they made Brahms talk. They did their best for you to never know about this, and Brahms was eager to keep it a secret from you too. But he hadn’t thought they would decide to keep you away to protect you from him; he was your big brother, he was the one supposed to protect you. Your parents discovered how obsessive he seemed to be and they couldn’t let you be his obsession.

They hadn’t thought he would go that insane once you would be away. And you hadn’t understood what was happening. You fainted from the panic when you saw the mansion burning down. After that, everything went dark and your parents were grateful for that. It was better that way, so you wouldn’t try to come back home.

Brahms was certain he lost you because you never came back. Since you were forced to leave his life, he could only sleep with a little porcelain doll looking like you when you were a child. Your parents always used this doll as leverage to make him obey when he was being uncontrollable once again. As he grew up and became strong, they worried it would stop working, but it was the only thing that kept him a little bit sane. And even when your parents were still alive, the doll was the only thing he talked to. He was whispering sweet little things to it, because he couldn’t do it with you anymore. He didn’t care about Greta, he just wished he would have killed her like he did with the other “nannies”. And now his parents were gone, he was left alone with his thoughts. He hated it. He hoped some stupid people would come inside the mansion, so he could lurk around before slaughtering them. It was the only thing that was making him almost happy. It was the only thing that made him forget about you, even just a few hours.

He instantly heard your voice echoing around and he quickly got up. He didn’t know who it was, but he knew he was going to play around. He was glad the devil heard his prayers. He didn’t understand what you meant about “your past” though. He wasn’t caring too much; he was just excited to have a new toy around.

He found you and he started to watch you from a hole inside the walls. He thought you were pretty and he appreciated how you truly didn’t touch anything, even if it wasn’t going to change much of your fate… He might give you a quick death if you kept being good.

He watched you stopping in front of the family pictures laying around in the living room, and tilted his head to the side as you seemed to frown and to internally question yourself. As you leaned closer to the picture, your cardigan fell from one of your shoulders. There was a scar on it, that you did by falling off a tree as you were playing with your brother. You had fallen on a stone that cut deep into your skin. Brahms perfectly remembered how worried he had felt when it seemed like you weren’t going to stop bleeding. After this, Brahms had always kept you under his watch and more importantly he had kissed your injured skin every night before tugging you to bed. So when he saw it, he recognised it right away. He also started to recognise the way you were putting a piece of loose strand of hair behind your ear, and how you were nibbling on your lips in thoughts, and when you turned around, he clearly saw your eyes and your face. He was certain it was you. He wondered if it was all a dream. He wouldn’t survive if he realised it wasn’t reality. He needed you to be real so badly.

He understood why you were here; you were looking for your family. For him. He was so excited. You were back home. You were finally back where you should be.

And he would never let you go ever again.

PART II

#the boy x reader #the boy x y/n #the boy x you #the boy x sister #brahms heelshire x reader #brahms heelshire x you #brahms heelshire x y/n #brahms heelshire x sister #brahms the boy #slasher x you #slasher x reader #slasher x y/n #slasher x sister #the boy 2016

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an-au-blog · 5 months

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hello again! i have a handful of unclenapped au thoughts for you today!

who is the funniest local that could recognize u!buggy and why is it franky? no but really, my favorite rn is the old skypiean knight but i am eager to hear your thoughts

buggy crying in rayleigh’s arms and not knowing why!!!? TT~TT stooop, it’s too much, i can’t take it!!

now that i’ve heard it, i do prefer your take on buggy deciding post-marineford to lie through his teeth to shanks rather than risk an emperor’s ire. he doesn’t know him! this is a reasonable fear! of course lying to him risks compounding that ire, but buggy getting in over his head is just… how these things go for him. it’s fine! it’s totally fine!

until shanks calls his bluff. oof.

does shanks ever manage to convince buggy to be honest with him about what he remembers, do you think? or to stay on the red force with him, after they see luffy’s 3d2y message? and where do the impel down guys go, if buggy refuses to be their captain? do they pull a barto and go around calling themselves members of the strawhat fleet? galdino i assume goes back to working for crocodile?

xoxo, difan

I can tell you've thought about it lol, I'm happy!

Sorry I take so long to respond but I really wanted to have time to think about some of these.

Idk who the funniest one would be, but when you said Franky I think he'd be so thrilled that he can meet a former Roger crew member. Though (as I think I mentioned in another post) I don't think Buggy would like him very much. He wouldn't dislike him but you know... Franky is way too puppy coded and Buggy is a scared and aggressive stray cat. I can see Franky getting all excited like "Wow, no way! It's you!!!" and Buggy jumps up the nearest tree hissing like a cat.

Maybe it'll be funnier if he doesn't recognize Buggy at first though. He's just lounging on deck after they leave water 7 and Franky just jumps and narrows his eyes to Buggy. The clown is on his toes - this freak is staring at him so intensely that he's ready to jump in the water.

Though I understand if you don't agree with my take and I'd love to hear if you have a different vision! Because honestly I'm not 100% convinced with mine either lol

The skypia knight is honestly so cool and I loved him from the first time we saw him to the last, he is so dear to me! The most interesting and maybe unnoticed recognition, in my opinion would be the big snake thing that I forgot the name of. Imagine: it's attacking everyone but Buggy. No one knows or cares why and maybe Nami tries to use him as a shield but the snake just swoops Buggy to safety and continues.

I'm gonna be honest: out of pure selfishness and self-indulgence I'm saying "yes." Shanks absolutely would convince Buggy to stay with his crew for the 2 years after seeing the message.

I think that after Buggy accidentally snapped and let out all his thoughts and practically had a meltdown in front of him when he confessed that he doesn't remember. Maybe he had a little retreat back into his shell after he calmed down and realized he just exploded on one the emperor of the gawddamned sea, but Shanks started taming him like a scared wild animal. And essentially that's what he is, at that moment... Buggy eventually stops avoiding him and goes back to sleeping in the captain's cabin. At first I imagine that at first he felt safer with the impel down prisoners. As much as he doesn't trust them either, he at least knows he'll be strong enough to fight them enough to run away. If he stays with the emperor, he stands no chance.

It takes him a bit but they become friends again.

Buggy is used to observing people to weigh their intentions but the more he observes the more he realizes that Shanks is honest. He starts understanding what Luffy meant with all the stories about him. And in return Shanks lives talking about Luffy as well. And Buggy loves listening.

I've a feeling that they talk about Luffy until dusk one time. About what a good kid he is, what he did for Buggy and how Shanks sees the new generation of pirates in him. They talk about dreams, and fears and hopes despite the fears. And watch the stars and have a little moment.

And because I hate having good things, Shanks misreads the mood and kind of leans in for a kiss, Buggy leans away and for a second has a "wtf is going on? I don't want this! will he kill me if I don't want this?!" moment and kind of starts shaking. He thinks that that's what Shanks meant by the fact they used to be "friends" and this is what was expected of him. So he tries to lean in and kiss him but Shanks is the one to lean away this time. He realized he messed up and he keeps apologizing to Buggy and telling him he feels like an idiot for not reading the room. That he shouldn't force himself to do anything. And Buggy just starts crying and thanking him because he's the only person outside the strawhat crew who doesn't expect anything from him. Whether on purpose or not. (For example the prisoners expected him to be their leader, his captives expected information he didn't have...)

Shanks is very consented but doesn't want to push him and thinks he'll share when he's ready. And he does. He shares about his painful trauma and the full story of his memory loss and escape a few months later. Shanks had never been more angry, yet full of sorrow in his life.

The impel down prisoners want to follow Buggy but he refuses to lead them. So half of them go back to their homes, some to their families, some start families (like how in the episode there was one guy who said "i wanna go back to my wife and kids" when he got free and then heard that buggy was a roger crewmate and went "who needs a wife and kids when we have buggy!" or something and I thought that was kinda funny) but I like the idea that some of them, even though they were dismissed by Buggy and then again by Luffy after the reunion of the straw hats (yes they followed him), they still count themselves as part of their fleet.

As for Mr. 3, I don't think he would have much of a choice other than going back to Crocodile. I still think he'd made good friends with Buggy. Maybe he could even run away on the same ship he did, but he wouldn't want to be part of the straw hats.

#unclenapped au #shuggy #buggy au #answers #op

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stealingyourbones · 2 years

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*hands you an emu skull* an idea

Small au? Promt? Idk, but brain dead + Dami at rich kid summer camp. The absolute chaos these three would rain down soon the camp, especially if Danny couldn't have his legal name changed yet and so he was forced to be in a girls cabin.

Some things I have worked out already are that the Waynes are important enough to give the boys private 'cabins' that are made for two people normally so Danny would probably be invited by Tim to bunk with him.

After a week or so Danny is probably head over heals for Tim and absolutely goes full on flirt mode, Tim is very flustered and had no idea what to think about the cute boy who sleeps in the same cabin as him that flirts with him constantly.

Dami rocks the shit out of anyone who deadnames/misgenders Danny, Danny has no idea.

Eventually Danny sneaks out to stargaze and Tim sees and they end up falling asleep on the cabin roof.

Also there was a canoeing trip and the three got paired together and they kept tipping over constantly.

- Icarus

Ty for the skull Homie. Icarus this is just wonderful.

I’m a very big camping person myself. I love the outdoors and going to overnight summer camps was a big part of my childhood. I’m gonna go on a lil ramble for a tad but I promise there’s a point to it.

One of my favorite camping trips ever was when we had to canoe roughly… It was either two or seven miles of river. Genuinely can’t remember which. Either way it was meant to take four and a half hours total to canoe. It took us two. Reason being was because it started raining a half hour into our canoeing. Fifteen minutes later it started thundering. Lightning could be seen in the distance. What you’re SUPPOSED to do is immediately get to the shoreline and wait for the rain to stop. Yeah that didn’t happen. The rain was forecasted to last the entire rest of the day and there nearest camping site was our current destination.

And so we paddled. We laughed and sang Disney and Christmas songs in the middle of summer at the top of our lungs. We all were soaked to the bone and yet we were having the time of our lives as thunder boomed overhead. We paddled our asses off but we eventually got to the camping site. Like at the moment being cold and wet and staying in a tin boat while lightning flashed across the sky wasn’t very fun, but in hindsight? That was the most memorable experience I’ve ever had during an overnight summer camp.

———

I need there to be a similar situation for Tim and Danny. Just something that’s like “oh this fucking sucks.” But they make the best out of their situation. They go sailing on a 420 and suddenly the wind dies directly in the middle of the river they’re on/really far away from shore? They just sit and wait and happily chat until their Camp Councelor tows them back with their motorboat.

The girl cabin issue is honestly a pretty big problem. A lot of girls will go immediately “yeah. Fuck that.” And immediately find a different solution for Danny. Tim offering his cabin cause there are extra bunks would have the camp staff would no question put Danny in there if they’re still part of the same camping group.

Idk those are my two cents from going to camps a lot as a kid

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #dc comics #writing prompts #dp x dc prompt #bones replies #anon

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rubyreduji · 10 months

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eat your young | the games pt 2

tags: hunger games!au, fake dating, angst warnings: death, violence, survivor's guilt, panick attack-ish?, jihoon pov heavy ass chapter my bad i got caried away wc: 6.4k an: this chapter is particularly angsty idk im sorry fjdskladslk, BUT now that they are in the arena here is a rough map of what it looks like link

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You and Jihoon slowly walk up to Wonwoo. None of you say anything as you all stare at Seokmin’s body. You duly note that you still have to find Hansol as well. Wonwoo turns to you two as you approach, and you can see his eyes are moist with tears.

“I-, I should have,” Wonwoo’s voice breaks, “I shouldn’t have taken the knife. I was sitting watch and I asked him for it and if he had it he could have protected himself. If I was a better guard I-”

You place your hand on Wonwoo’s shoulder. “It’s not your fault. All the what if’s in the world can’t bring him back, but no matter what it’s not your fault. All we can do now is pay our respects.”

Wonwoo gives you a teary-eyed nod and you walk up to Seokmin’s body. You gently remove the knife from his stomach and set it aside before pushing his eyelids closed. You grab knife from the ground and then stand.

“Sleep well, Seokmin-ah,” Wonwoo whispers. It doesn’t take long for a hovercraft to show up. It grabs Seokmin’s body and you look away as his body is pulled up into the air.

A few minutes later there’s rustling in the trees and you whip around, only to see Hansol emerging from the trees.

“I’ve been hiding the whole time, are they gone?” You nod. Hansol continues to walk to the group, but frowns when he sees you all standing there. “Where’s Seokmin?”

You can’t look at Hansol in the face, so you look to the side when you respond. “He…didn’t make it through the attack.”

“O-oh.” Hansol doesn’t say anything else, he just walks up to the group and allows you to wrap him up in a hug. You don’t know if the hug is to comfort him or yourself, but it doesn’t really matter.

You knew that this was going to eventually happen, but you weren’t ready for it to be within the first day. You didn’t know Seokmin too well, you didn’t even like him that much, but it still pains you to lose someone you trusted enough to ally with.

“We’ll leave at daybreak,” you say. “There’s nothing here for us anymore.”

Everyone silently agrees with you and you walk off. You’re not sure how you feel. Guilty? Sad? Angry? All of the above?

You killed that District 1 girl. Jihyo. That was her name. You remember because she was the first one reaped this year. The boy had a hold on Jihoon and you blacked you and suddenly both Jihyo and the boy were on the floor, and Jihoon was safe. Underneath the surface she was just a person too, doing what she had to survive.

Ten people are dead and you’re not even through the first night. Ten people are dead, and you killed two of them. How many more are you going to have to kill until it’s just you and Jihoon left? Your throat tightens. What happens when you have to leave Wonwoo and Hansol? Are you going to let them die off? Are you going to kill them yourself?

You can feel your heart pounding in your chest. It echoes in your ears. You stare down at your hands. They’re shaking. It’s dark out but you can see the blood stained on them. Your knuckles are dark and bruised from the fight earlier. The weight of your axe feels too heavy on your belt right now.

“Y/N-” You feel a hand touch your shoulder and you jump away. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You try to focus on the voice. It’s Jihoon’s. “Hey, breathe. It’s okay. I’m gonna touch you now, okay?” You feel Jihoon’s hand slide down your shoulder to your hand where he grabs it and squeezes. You squeeze back. You focus on your breathing.

It takes a minute, and you’re still shaken up, but your chest doesn’t feel so heavy and your ears aren’t ringing anymore. Your grip on Jihoon is tight and you’re sure you’re hurting his hands. Jihoon doesn’t complain though.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. When you open your eyes again, you can see Jihoon’s face better. There’s concern set in his eyes.

“Y/N?”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

“You’re okay. This is all…a lot. I’m also still…” Jihoon doesn’t continue, but you understand. “We should just sleep.”

“I don’t think I can.”

“I know, but we’ll feel better after we sleep. Just try with me?” Jihoon’s thumb runs over your knuckles. “Even if you don’t sleep, at least lay down with me?”

“Yeah, yeah, okay.” You were fighting Jihoon earlier, but as soon as you lay down you feel your exhaustion take you over. Your mind is still reeling but Jihoon’s body is cuddled into your side and you can hear him breathing in your ear. You focus on his breath and eventually you’re able to drift to sleep.

The mood is somber in the morning.

“What’s the plan for moving islands?” Wonwoo asks.

Hansol is still asleep and you and Jihoon have just woken up. It seems Wonwoo wasn’t able to sleep last night.

“We have to think about threats that may be lurking on the other islands, but we’re already down ten tributes,” you say. You’re still buried deep into the sleeping bag. “I think that we should move to the next closest island though. It minimizes time in the water which means less threat from the tributes who can actually swim.”

You stir around and eventually climb out of the sleeping bag. Jihoon wants to pull you back in and stay there forever, but he knows he can’t do that, so he climbs out as well.

Jihoon knows he’s in the Hunger Games and truly only one person can win, but he wasn’t expecting to lose someone so soon. Especially the person who was his ally. Seokmin saw something in him that nobody else did and now he’s gone.

He told Jihoon about his family and the animals they worked with and how wanted to prove himself in the games. He didn’t want to be just some silly guy who didn’t stand a chance. It pains Jihoon to know that he will never be able to show everyone what he truly could do. Jihoon saw him in training working with the knife and ropes, he was truly skilled.

Jihoon can’t blame Wonwoo for taking Seokmin’s knife though. He was sitting watch at the time, he needed protection too. The whole situation was a tragedy.

“Can someone wake Hansol up? I want us to move out as soon as possible,” you say, breaking Jihoon from his thoughts. “I’ll try and combine all of our items into one bag for easier travel.”

“Y/N-ah,” Jihoon gasps a bit and you look over at him. You look a bit shocked as well.

“Jihoon, your neck.” Jihoon reaches up and touches his neck. It’s still tender from last night.

“It’s…really bruised,” Wonwoo explains. “Y/N, your face is too.”

“Yeah, because that District 1 bitch punched me,” you grumble. Your fingers are also all beat up, purple and red spattered over your knuckles. “We don’t have time to dwell on appearances though. We have to get moving.”

Eventually everyone is awake and everything is packed and ready to go. The group stands on the edge of the island and you scope out which island is the closest.

“That way.” You point to the right. In view there’s another island that looks very green with trees and a bit of sand surrounding it, like a beach. It’s most likely a jungle styled island, there’s been a few arenas in the past that have had similar themes.

The swim looks a little bit less than a mile which Jihoon internally groans at.

It already took him an embarrassingly long time to swim from the Cornucopia to the island they’re on, and that was probably a little over a quarter of a mile. It doesn’t seem like anyone in their group are exemplary swimmers though and Jihoon knows you’re just hoping the District 4 tributes don’t come after you guys.

You’re securing your axe and the bag to your person you turn to the group. “Are you guys ready?”

“What if I drown?” Hansol asks, looking worried.

“You won’t. You were able to get across the sea the first time and you were in distress.”

“You basically dragged me the whole way.”

“Then I’ll drag you again if needed. I’m not staying on this island, so it’s do or die.”

“You know we could die, while doing,” Wonwoo says. “I’m fine with this plan, I’m just stating the facts.” You roll your eyes at him.

You don’t seem to be taking any more complaints as you wade into the water. You get until it’s deep enough you can start swimming and you take off. Wonwoo is quick to follow after you.

Jihoon follows after you, knowing that out of everyone here he’s the one who has the least say in staying on the island or not. Where you go, he follows. Seeing everyone else take off Hansol sighs and gets into the water as well. Good choice, you do have all the supplies after all.

Jihoon was never taught how to swim. It’s a bit hard to learn when you live in the middle of the woods. Out of everyone, Wonwoo is the best swimmer. You’re not too bad yourself and Jihoon wonders where you learnt to swim. Jihoon on the other hand, is struggling. He’s basically flailing around in the water and trying his best to not get water in his mouth. It only works once in a while. His spear isn’t making things easier and he almost keeps poking himself in the face.

Hansol is in the same boat as Jihoon is and Jihoon doesn’t know if that makes him feel better or worse. It’s probably been thirty minutes and the group is still only halfway through. If it wasn’t for Jihoon and Hansol, Jihoon thinks you and Wonwoo would already be to the other island.

The water isn’t as cold as it was the first time they swam through it though, and Jihoon is grateful for that.

It takes probably another twenty minutes to reach the shore of the island and Jihoon falls down onto the sand. His body is tired and he’s completely wet and still a bit cold. At least nothing attacked them while swimming.

“A jungle, huh,” Jihoon hears you muttering.

You’re standing next to his head staring at what lays beyond the beach. You’re still dripping wet and Jihoon stares in awe at the way the sun shines against your dewy skin. Your hair is hanging lip in your face and you’re slighting scowling, but Jihoon still thinks you look gorgeous.

“Hey Soonyoung?” You yell to the sky, not caring if you’re alerting any dangers your location. “Can we get some water or something?”

Oh right, sponsorships. Jihoon wonders if he has any. Or more if you have any. He’s sure you do, not just from your high training score and charming interview, but also due to the fact the whole Capitol seemed obsessed with your storyline with Jihoon. Especially the part where you vowed to get him home safe.

You stand there for a moment more and when nothing happens you grumble, “Fucking useless. Come on Ji, we gotta go find some water.”

You reach down and help Jihoon up on his feet. You reach over and push Jihoon’s wet hair out of face and smile at him softly. Jihoon blushes.

Jihoon follows closely behind you as you lead the group into the jungle. The foliage is thick and you keep having to use your axe to chop it out of the way. It seems like no threats reside on this island. At least not right now.

Jihoon’s eyes scan the area, looking for something. Food, water, shelter, danger. He’s not sure, but he’s looking. There’s a glint of something up ahead, like the reflection of water.

“Look.” Jihoon points and you follow his gaze.

“Let’s go check it out.”

As Jihoon gets closer to it, he realizes it is water. A giant pond surrounded by plants glistening in the sunlight.

“I don’t trust it,” you say softly.

Wonwoo steps up beside you. He squints at the water before moving closer to it to inspect it. “It looks artificial. It could be dangerous.”

Wonwoo looks around before picking up a stick from the ground. When he throws it into the water, the water around it sizzles. Jihoon wonders if it’s some kind of acid. It’s at least not safe to drink.

“Water!” Hansol proclaims and runs down to the pond. You try to grab him but you miss.

“Hansol, no!”

Hansol’s hands are already in the water before he hears you and he quickly pulls his hands back, hissing. He quickly wipes his hands on the ground, trying to get the ‘water’ off of them. When he brings his hands up, they’re red and blisters are already starting to form.

There’s a scowl on your face as you move down towards the water. Jihoon thinks you’re going to help Hansol, but you get up into Wonwoo’s face instead.

“What the fuck was that?”

“What are you talking?” Wonwoo glares at you back.

“You didn’t stop him. You saw him coming, you knew the water was dangerous, and yet you let him stick his hands right in it.” You shove at Wonwoo’s shoulder a bit.

Wonwoo rolls his eyes, like he’s annoyed at you. “What was I supposed to do? I didn’t know he was gonna stick his hands right in it. I barely had time to even realize he was there.”

“How unaware can you be to not notice? We’re supposed to be looking out for each other.”

Jihoon quickly moves towards you two, not wanting the fight to evolve into something worse. He tugs at your arm and puts his body between you and Wonwoo.

“Y/N-ah, come on. We have to help Hansol.” Jihoon is able to pull you away from the fight, but there’s still a scowl set on your face as you move over to where Hansol is nursing his hands.

“We need fresh water to clean his hands,” you say. “I think there’s some ointment in the first aid stuff. We just need water.”

Ding.

Jihoon looks up to see a silver container floating down out the sky. It lands on the ground.

A sponsor gift.

You quickly grab it and open it. Inside is a piece of metal tubing shaped strangely. Jihoon’s never seen something like it before and he tilts his head, trying to figure it out. You seem to know what it is though as you stand and move over to the tree.

You hold it up to the tree and use the back of your axe to push it into the tree. Jihoon then gets it. It’s a tap.

A few seconds later water starts to pour out of the tree and Jihoon helps Hansol move over so he can wash his hands off. You dig around in the bag and grab out the bandages and the water canteen. Everyone takes turns drinking the water before you fill up the canteen and pocket the tap.

You and Wonwoo both look to have cooled down now that you’ve drank some water and Jihoon hopes it stays that way. Starting a fight with the allies is not a great way to stay alive.

“We should find some food,” Wonwoo suggests. You nod.

“Let’s split up. We’ll meet back here when the sun is at it’s highest,” you tell the group.

“What happens if we run into trouble?” Hansol asks.

“Do your best to get away, come find us. You’ll be safe though, Wonwoo will protect you. Right?” You shoot Wonwoo a look and he looks like he wants to start another fight but nods.

“Right. I have a knife. We’ll be okay.”

With that you split up. Wonwoo and Hansol go in one direction, while you and Jihoon go in the other direction.

“Do you trust Wonwoo with Hansol?” Jihoon asks you once they’re out of earshot.

“No, but I trust him with you less, and I’m not letting you and Hansol on your own out here,” you respond. “I don’t think he’s going to do anything though.”

Jihoon reaches out for your hand, a desire to comfort you overtaking him. You squeeze his hand.

You two walk in comfortable silence, looking for something to eat. Jihoon went to the plant survival station, but he can only remember a few of the poisonous plants and even fewer edible ones.

The air is hot and uncomfortable and Jihoon misses the cold climate from back home. District 7 may not have always been kind to him, but Jihoon finds himself missing a lot from back home. One thing mainly being his guitar.

He wishes for nothing more than to be sitting in Beomju’s living room, writing music with the older boy. They’d take a break a few hours in so Jihoon can stretch his legs. They’d eat lunch together and then Beomju would suggest they talk a walk into town.

While in town they would walk the market and see what everyone was selling that day. Maybe Beomju would convince Jihoon to buy something that tickled his fancy. Sitting at a booth towards the end would be Joshua with his hand beaded bracelets.

If Jihoon was lucky you’d be in town as well. You’d have a bundle of wooden boards hauled on your shoulder and you’d stop for a moment to talk to Joshua. Jihoon would stare at you, the way he caught himself doing multiple times.

It never meant anything. Just Jihoon appreciating the skills of something he could never do. He’s let his eyes linger on the muscle of your arms before you were off again and Jihoon would wonder what it’s like to be you.

“Ji,” you say. The real you, not the one in Jihoon’s thoughts. Jihoon blinks and suddenly his daydream has disappeared and you’re staring at him. The one real thing about Jihoon’s imaginary scenario, is that you’re just as good looking in real life.

“Sorry I spaced out. What’s happening?”

“Look.” You nod your head towards something in the distance. When Jihoon gets a better glance he sees it’s a type of hog. It’s staring back.

“Is it a mutt?”

“It would have attacked already if it was,” you say in a hushed whisper. “What I think it is, is our meal for the next two days.”

“How are we going to kill it?”

“We? You’re the one holding the spear Jihoon-ah.”

“Me! I can’t do that. I can barely even throw the thing, let alone aim well enough to hit something. What about your axe?”

“It’s too clunky. Sure, I can throw it, but it’s not really meant for long distance. The spear is quicker and easier.”

Deep down Jihoon knows you’re right, but he’s not going to risk not eating for the next two days just because he can’t aim.

“Why can’t you do it?” Jihoon tries to push the spear into your hands but you shove it back.

“I don’t know how to use that thing any better than you do. You’ve been training with it for three days. You can do it, Ji, I believe in you.”

Jihoon has to stop himself from getting weak at the knees from your words, but it’s hard when you’re looking at him like that and using that nickname on him. All of Jihoon’s friends call him “Hoonie” and he kind of hates it. It’s too cute. No one takes him seriously already and the childish nickname doesn’t help. ‘Ji’ is different though. It gives Jihoon strength.

Jihoon lets out a huff. He can do this. He turns towards the hog and stares it down. He lifts the spear and readies himself. He’s been able to hit the target before in training, he can do it now. Jihoon reels his shoulder back before launching the spear into the air.

It flies across the jungle. It’s a bit wobbly and Jihoon’s arm muscle feels weird after, but none of that matters when the knife sinks into the boar’s leg. It lets out a high pitched squeal and tries to run but falls to the ground instead.

Jihoon didn’t kill it, but he did immobilize it.

“Oh my god, you hit it! I knew you could do. I’m so proud of you Songbird!” You scoop Jihoon up into a hug. He hugs you back tightly, filled with ecstasy. He hit it. “Come on!” You grab his hand and pull him towards the hog.

Jihoon doesn’t think he’s seen you this excited in a while and it makes him feel good knowing he caused it.

The pig is still squealing when you approach it. You pluck Jihoon’s spear out of its leg and it lets out another whine.

“Sorry dude,” you tell the hog before stabbing the spear down into its heart, killing it for good. You hand the spear back to Jihoon and he grimaces at the blood on it.

You lean down and pick up the boar. Jihoon takes a second to admire your sheer strength before following after you back to the meeting spot. Jihoon hopes that Wonwoo and Hansol found even more food as well. If they did, the group would be set for food for a while.

It’s past the meeting time when you get back to camp and Wonwoo and Hansol are waiting for you and Jihoon already.

“Woah!” Hansol perks up when he sees you two approaching. “Wonwoo look!”

“Wow,” Wonwoo whispers in awe.

“It’s so big Y/N! How are you carrying it so easily?” Hansol asks as you drop the hog onto the ground.

“I carry around trees for a living Sol, a pig is nothing.” And yeah, how is Jihoon supposed to find that anything but attractive.

“Look what we found!” Hansol moves back to where Wonwoo is sitting. Laid out on a dried piece of bark is an assortment of nuts and fruits. “Wonwoo was able to remember what was and wasn’t edible and collected as much as we could.”

“Good job kid,” you tell Hansol as you ruffle his hair. “Come on, help me collect some wood and we can start a fire.”

Despite him not being in the original alliance, Hansol seems to be a good fit for the team. More importantly, he seems to be a good fit for you. Jihoon doesn’t know the relationship you have with your sister, but it’s clear from the way you interact with Hansol that you’re a good older sibling.

Jihoon stares down at the boar. He’s not exactly sure how to skin it and cut the meat properly. He wishes Seokmin was here. He’d probably know what to do.

Jihoon is still contemplating on what to do with the pig when a cannon goes off. Jihoon jumps. He looks around wildly. Wonwoo is still sitting in the same place he’s been in since you and Jihoon walked up. You’re a few yards away. You have a hand wrapped around Hansol’s wrist, but both of you seem okay.

Jihoon lets out a sigh of relief. You guys are all okay. It was someone else. That thought doesn’t make Jihoon feel great, but it does make him feel better, as guiltily as it makes him feel.

It’s a good reminder to Jihoon that despite feeling joyful over killing the boar, he’s still here, in the arena, always two seconds away from dying.

You leave Jihoon to teach Hansol how to start a fire. You have a boar to figure out how to skin. You frown down at it. You work with trees for a living. How the hell should you know what to do with the damn thing.

The first step is clean your knife. You still have the knife used to killed Seokmin in your bag and as sick as it is to use it for this purpose, you don’t have many other options. You clean the knife off with some water and a bit of the iodine before moving back to the boar.

You decide to just go for it. You slit the stomach open and take all of it’s insides out, doing your best not to gag as you do. You don’t get how people can do this for a living.

“Do you, uh, need help?” You look up to see Wonwoo standing over you. You’re honestly still a bit upset from earlier, but you know you can’t hold a grudge if you want to stay on Wonwoo’s good side.

“I have no clue what I’m doing,” you admit to him. It’s a peace offering. You’re not going to apologize, but it doesn’t seem like Wonwoo’s expecting you to.

Together you two are able to sort of get the hog skinned and cut up in a way that it can be ate. The fire is raging on and you take your place next to Jihoon. You cook the meat in silence and when it’s finished you wrap most of it up in a few big leaves and put in the bag with the goods that Wonwoo and Hansol found for later.

When you guys are done eating you put out the fire. You’re not sure what else to do now. You have food and water and could easily make shelter. It’s not like you guys are going to go out and hunt other tributes down.

The rest of the day is spent uneventfully which, while in the Hunger Games, is a good thing. You guys decide to keep camp by the acid lake, as it’s a good landmark. Once the sun starts to set you roll out the sleeping bag and climb in, Jihoon following right behind you.

When the anthem plays, you don’t bother looking at the sky. You squeeze your eyes shut and bury your face into Jihoon’s neck. You already know two out of three deaths that have happened since the last time the recap happened, and it doesn’t matter who the third person is. You don’t even let yourself hope that it’s one of the careers. It’s obviously no one that noteworthy, from how none of the boys comment on it.

It's been an emotionally charged day with highs and lows and you easily drift to sleep in Jihoon’s arms.

Wonwoo wakes you up halfway through the night to take your shift on watch. You climb out of the sleeping bag and sit against a tree. Nothing happens the whole night and when the sun starts to come up you crawl back into the sleeping back with Jihoon.

He stirs a bit, his arms wrapping around you when you settle beside him. You drift back to sleep and don’t wake up again until midday. There are no posing threats yet and it’s not like you guys have anything else to do.

When you finally do wake up, Jihoon and Wonwoo are chatting in soft voices. You climb out of the sleeping back and pack it up before sitting down between Jihoon and Hansol. The youngest boy hands you a sliver of meat that you take and eat.

You’re still slightly waking up when a cannon goes off. It wakes you right up.

That makes twelve. Twelve tributes dead in a span of three days. Five of the careers are alive. Four people are left in your group. That means there are three others out there.

One of the careers is immobile though, you remember. During the bloodbath you put your axe in one of the District 4 tributes’ leg. You’re sure they got some kind of medicine for him, but it’s unlikely he’s completely ready to swim and run within three days.

You’re still running numbers and the possibility of the careers dwindling when the ground starts to shake.

“What the hell?” Wonwoo asks. You stand up but your legs are wobbly from the unstable ground. You grab the bag of supplies and your axe. Your free hand finds Jihoon’s.

You make your way through the jungle until you come back out on the beach. The ground is shaking, sand particles jumping around in the air, when you look across the sea. Your jaw drops at the sight.

Slowly being overtaken by the water is the island you were inhabiting yesterday. You watch in silence as the island slowly sinks further and further down before it’s completely submerged, nothing left but a giant patch of water.

“What the fuck,” Jihoon mutters next to you once the ground stops shaking.

“It’s the Gamemakers,” Wonwoo states. “Half the tributes are already gone. They’re going to try and force us together more.”

“By sinking the islands?” Hansol is the most concerned out of everyone. “What if they sink the island we’re on?”

“Then we swim,” you say. “There’s nothing we can do about it Sol-ah. That’s just how the game is.”

You suppose you should have more emotion towards the whole sinking island thing, but you’ve seen enough footage from other arenas that you’re not too surprised. You’re more upset about the ground shaking than the disappearing island.

You move back to your camp. If you don’t have to do anything today, you’d rather not. You do feel a bit bored though. You have half the mind to just start chopping down trees, but you’re not that bored yet.

“We should set up some traps,” Wonwoo suggests, “incase any threats come near the camp.” It’s like there’s anything better to do.

“What are you thinking?”

“We could take some of the vines and weave them into a net. We can hide it under some of the thicker parts of the leaves.”

It’s a good idea. Not surprising that it’s coming from Wonwoo though, you did decide to have him as an ally because he’s smart. The other boys agree as well, and you all split up to collect vines. Hansol and Jihoon go off while you and Wonwoo stroll around the jungle together.

“So you guys make all the technology for the Capitol, what’s it like living in such a rich district?” You ask Wonwoo.

“It’s not as great as it seems. Sure, we have a lot of benefits, but it’s definitely not like we’re the Capitol or District 1 or anything. We are able to use a lot of the technology we make though, so that’s nice. We still have a lot of problems though, especially in the part of the district I live in. It’s hard for my parents to find jobs and I still have to take out a tesserae every year,” Wonwoo says.

You’ve never talked to anyone outside of District 7, so you listen intently as he talks about what it’s like in District 3. You’re sure your conversation isn’t going to be broadcasted to the public, but you find you actually like that idea. This is just a conversation for you and Wonwoo.

“The school is good though, and they start everyone off really young so even the younger generations can start inventing the next new product for the Capitol.”

“Ah, District 7 schooling is okay. It’s really just basics and everything else is learned through trade. I probably spent more time in the lumber yard and in the forest than I did in the classroom. If it was really necessary, I would just skip school and go right to work.”

“You didn’t worry about your education?”

You laugh. “No, it’s not really important when you’re a lumberjack.”

You two have a good accumulation of vines and you two move back to the camp where Jihoon and Hansol have already sat down and started to weave the vines together.

“So what else do you do other than cutting down trees?” Wonwoo asks you as he sits down next to Hansol.

“I just do more woodworking,” you admit. “Carving and carpentry and other stuff.”

“Ah, I’m sure that nice though, having easy access a supply of wood.”

“Eh, not always. We can’t really use the wood we produce unless we buy it, but I get good prices because my boss likes me. The Peacekeepers aren’t always happy with him, but he runs the biggest lumber yard in the District and he has good ins with the mayor so it’s not like they can do anything about it.”

Hansol’s attention is drawn by this. “Are the Peacekeepers in your districts strict?”

“Very,” Wonwoo says. “Most people in District 3 behave though, so it’s not a big problem. When someone does act out though, it’s not a pretty sight.”

“Our Peacekeepers are…give and take,” you answer. “They’re easy to rile up but also easy to calm if you know how to work them.”

“Which Y/N does,” Jihoon pipes up. You raise an eyebrow at you. “Admit it, everyone likes you. I’ve seen your run-ins with the Peacekeepers before, you always are able to weasel your way out of it.”

You didn’t realize Jihoon knew about your interactions with the Peacekeepers which probably happened at least once a week. The Peacekeepers in your side of town where you live are a lot more lenient with you, but the ones closer to the town and in the area you work are a bit harsher and take a bit more finagling to get around.

“The Peacekeepers in District 12 aren’t like that at all,” Hansol says. “They’re friendly for the most part, but that’s probably because nobody wants to be stationed in Twelve, so they don’t care much what we do either.”

You never thought about what the Peacekeepers were like in other districts, but you guess it makes sense that the rules are less enforced in the poorer districts. You’re sure the Peacekeepers in District 2 are awful, especially since they’re trained there.

You and the boys spend the rest of the day talking about your lives back home and weaving the net together. Right before the sun sets you and Wonwoo are able to set the net trap so whoever gets caught in it will be suspended in the trees.

You know that soon you’ll have to split up from Wonwoo and Hansol. You were hoping to have more time together, but with only three other non-career tributes, the hard truth is that you guys won’t be able to stay together for much longer without being enemies.

You’ll have to split up soon, but not yet.

No more canons go off that night. Or the next day. Or the next. It’s boring, not that you want anyone to die. You spend the days talking to the boys and occasionally taking walks with Jihoon. Nothing actually happens until the next day during the evening.

You and Jihoon have just got back from looking for food (you were able to kill a bird) when you get jumped.

They drop out of the sky, but it’s more likely they’re coming from one of the trees. A good way to avoid the trap you laid. You’re not sure how they got up there without Wonwoo or Hansol noticing, but you can’t really focus on that when you’re struggling to fight them.

Their fingers claw at your eyes and your body falls to the ground. You two roll around, punch at each other. Your axe is attached to your belt, but your hands are too occupied to grab it. You’re strong, you could probably overpower them, but they keep slicing at your face with their nails and you can’t completely focus.

You grab their arms and throw them. They don’t go far due to the awkward angle, but you’re able to get your bearings and stand up. They lunge at you again and you’re ready for them this time. You swing your axe at them and they stumble back before the blade can hit them. You’re on them in a second, slamming them against a tree and they punch your jaw. What is with the people you fight going for your jaw?

They kick at your knee and your leg buckles and you loosen your grip on them. It’s just enough that they’re about to tackle you back down to the ground. You see the glint of a knife and for a split second you wonder where they pulled it out from.

Just as they’re about to slice you, something takes the person off you. When you sit up you see it’s Wonwoo. They go through a tussle of their own, but Wonwoo is easily overpowered due to his skinny stature. You swoop in again, swinging your axe at the person. Your blade slams into their side with a squelch and they fall off of Wonwoo with a groan, their blood spurting into the air. They stagger to their feet but before they can make another move you shove the top of your axe into their chest and they fall back, flying right into the pond.

You wince as they scream in agony, the liquid hissing and bubbling around them. Soon the screaming stops and a canon goes off. Wonwoo is still on the ground, his breathing heavy. You move over to him, about to thank him and help him up, when you see the blood covering his hands.

Wonwoo’s neck is also covered in blood and his breathing is labored for more than one reason.

“Wonwoo?” Your voice is soft as you sink down to your knees.

“Y-Y/N.” Wonwoo’s hand twitches and you grab it.

You don’t know what to do. Wonwoo is bleeding out and dying because he saved you and you don’t know what to do. Your panic only subsides because Wonwoo is trying to talk to you. His words come out slow and pained.

"I know you haven't trusted me this whole time, and you know, I haven't trusted you either, and that's what made you such a good ally. Thank you for being my friend Y/N-ah."

Friend.

The word pierces your heart. Jeon Wonwoo is your friend.

His grip on your hands is tight...until it's not. The sound of the canon going off makes you jump. You fix Wonwoo's bangs and straighten his glasses on his face before moving away from his body. The hovercraft comes down and picks him up and all you can do is stare as tears threaten to fall down your face.

"Y/N…” Jihoon approaches you softly as the hovercraft disappears. You turn to look at Jihoon and the look on his face breaks you. You stumble over to Jihoon and fall into his arms and finally let yourself sob.

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