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da-birb-writes-sometimes · 8 months

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One of Us is Guilty; Prologue

Eight people, nine rooms, seven weapons. One person is guilty, and until they are found, no one is safe; from the perpetrator of the crime, or of being accused.

Characters; Vil Schoenheit, Divus Crewel, Rook Hunt, Azul Ashengroto, Silver, Jade Leech, Cater Diamond

Content; Gender-neutral reader, unreliable narrators

Content Warning; Death (not described), murder (not described)

Word Count; 1.3 K (includes guide on how to participate at the end)

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You were making your way down the main flight of stairs, ready to go crawl into your bed after the long day.

“Attention! Attention!” Crowley’s voice echoed over the PA system, still annoyingly chipper despite the late hour. What was he even still doing here? “Due to the weather, all remaining staff and students are under orders to stay inside the building until morning!” And the PA system cut out.

You groaned, “Seriously? It can’t be that bad–” A loud crack of thunder sounded directly above the building, causing the chandelier to shake. “Okay then,” you huffed, plopping down on the stairs, “I get the message.”

Of course, you would get stuck here for the night, guess that’s what happens when you stay back to study and work on assignments.

But you weren’t the only person stuck in the desolate halls of Night Raven College; seven others were in the same boat as you.

…

Vil was in the lecture theatre, reviewing his notes for the upcoming performance that the Film Research Club would be putting on next week. He too heard Crowley’s announcement and pushed his hair back, massaging his temple. He would not be getting a good night’s rest tonight.

“Tch, no use lamenting over it,” he sighed to himself. Carefully, he put the notes and suggestions away in their designated folder, and he made his way to the main hall. If anyone was still here with him, they might be there; at least he would have some company for the night, and not be alone in the empty hallways.

…

Professor Crewel was grading papers in the teacher’s lounge, and getting a migraine from it as well. “Have those pups learned nothing from me,” he grumbled.

He would much rather be at home in his finest pyjamas, scratching the chins of his dogs, but no, he was stuck here, and would be stuck until the storm passed or Headmaster Crowley got back on the PA system saying it was safe to leave. But knowing his employer, the man had transported himself home, leaving everyone stuck at the college oblivious.

I ought to wring his neck if he did.

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Rook was in the library, perusing through various books, just looking for something to pass the time. He knew earlier that day that a storm was brewing, he could tell by the clouds and the faint smell wafting on the breeze. He also knew that Vil would be staying late, and he wasn’t going to leave Roi de Poison alone.

After going down a few aisles, Rook finally found a book to his liking. “Hmm, this is new. Ah, how interesting!” Tucking the book under his arm, Rook made his way to the lecture theatre, as that was where he had last seen Vil.

Perhaps un meurtre mystère would make for a good plot for a future performance?

…

Silver had fallen asleep in the cafeteria, apparently he had slept for most of the day. He had only woken up because of Crowley’s voice echoing loudly in the large, empty room.

Did they not notice? Silver rubbed his eyes and yawned. If he was here, there was a possibility of others also finding themselves stuck in the school for the night. The least he could do was make sure others were staying calm, and staying safe. Even outside of his duties he was ever still the protector, and far too kind.

“Hopefully no one got hurt…” he murmured to himself. There was something off, a dark presence of sorts, and it wasn’t just the dark clouds hurling down rain, hail, and lightning outside.

Something doesn’t feel right…

…

Azul was in the alchemy lab, perfecting the most complicated potion that was in his textbook; he had a reputation to upkeep after all, and didn’t want anyone usurping his rank at the top of the class.

There, I just need to add some belladonna and— the suddenness of Crowley’s overly loud voice coming over the PA system caused Azul to add too much, and the potion evaporated. Azul gritted his teeth, but took a step back. Perhaps a walk would help calm him down… he was going to have to replace all of those ingredients tomorrow…

“So close,” he hissed, and he started making his way down the hall, still muttering to himself.

…

Jade was washing the dirt from his hands, having just come back from checking on his fungi in the botanical gardens. He already knew before Crowley made his little announcement that he would be spending the night, which didn’t bother him all that much. Perhaps he could see what was in the kitchen, since he did have that new dish which looked and sounded to be divine.

But that could wait, Azul was most likely still working on that potion of his, and knowing the house warden, he had fumbled with the ingredients at the sudden noise and probably sulking… and Jade could use some amusement at the moment, and a sulking and slightly peeved Azul would do the trick.

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Cater was in the kitchen, retrieving something for Trey since they were all out in the Heartslabyul kitchen. Of course it was something sweet, but Cater would rather be here than see the outcome of the freshmans’ antics. Sorry freshies, you’re on your own!

But now he was stuck here for the night, and having nothing better to do, and boredom starting to creep in, Cater brought out his phone and started recording.

“It’s Cay-kun here!~” He gave a peace sign to the camera and stuck out his tongue. “Let’s see who we can find!” And he started chatting to the camera and walking towards the main hall.

…

Eventually, everyone had made their way to the main hall; you, Silver, Vil, Professor Crewel, Rook, Azul, Jade, and Cater. But there was no sign of Headmaster Crowley.

“Have any of you pups seen the Headmaster,” Divus asked, turning up a brow, and looked at his students with suspicion.

Everyone shook their head no. Divus sighed, and turned around the corner, in the direction of the Headmaster’s office, but he stopped in his tracks.

Curious, you looked to where Professor Crewel was staring; lying in the middle of the floor was Crowley, and he wasn’t breathing.

Dire Crowley was dead, murdered. And everyone was a suspect, including you.

About this Event

That's right folks, a classic murder mystery in the style of the board game Clue and some inspiration from the book And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie.

At the beginning and end of each part, I will be including a link to a Google Form where people can vote for who they think is the murderer, what room the murder took place in, and the weapon that was used. There's also an optional question where you can explain your answer, just do know that everything was randomly chosen by a spinner.

The form will be active for at least 72 hours; it may go on for longer if I'm busy. A new form will be added with each part, just with the suspect, room, & weapon that was voted in the last part being removed if they were incorrect... and may take some inspo from the book I mentioned.~

In future parts there will be dark content, as this is a murder mystery; all of the content warnings will be included at the beginning, and also tagged (ie. cw death). Because of this, I will not be tagging people in future parts just as a precaution.

Now, let the investigation begin!

Link to Google Form

Suspects:

- Silver; the kindhearted knight with a mysterious past, is it just for show? (Plum) - Vil Schoenheit; the actor who is always pigeonholed into the role of a villain (Scarlet) - Divus Crewel; the alchemy teacher with a penchant for fashion, Crowley's co-worker (Peacock) - Rook Hunt; the enigmatic hunter who always has a hunch of what's happening (Mustard) - Azul Ashengrotto; the owner of The Mostro Lounge, a businessman with dubious morals (Green) - Reader; the 'house-keeper', a role that was imposed on them by the late Headmage (White) - Jade Leech; a student enamored by fungi and seems to have a foreboding presence about him (Orchid) - Cater Diamond; the preppy beau of Heartslabyul, but his smile seems forced (Peach)

Rooms:

- Main hall - Teachers' lounge - Cafeteria - Kitchens - Lecture theatre - Botanical garden - Alchemy lab - Library - Crowley's office

Weapons:

- Revolver - Rope - Dagger - Wrench - Candlestick - Lead pipe - Magic

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its-time-to-write · 1 year

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Thank you so much for the response to my request <3. the fic was better then I could have hoped!!!!

I have a new request (but feel free to focus on the story themes you were wanting to do!), I have been really wanting to see a Jamie fic where he takes care of sick reader. Could be period or illness (no preference) and Jamie has no idea how to help but tries his best. I think its a cute idea

Can't wait to read more of your fics!

Thank you so much for requesting!! Literally love when people ask me to write things. Also, apparently everyone loves a sickfic because my other one has the most notes of everything I’ve written. Anyway, here’s your fic!

there’s orange juice in the kitchen

You are not sure of much, but you know one thing: you’re in pain. It’s 2am, and you’ve gotten a grand total of two hours of sleep. You’ve given up on laying in your bed and have filled up your bath with hot water, bubbles, and bath salts. Lots of bath salts. Your abdomen feels like it’s shredding itself and you suppose, technically speaking, it is. You’re just relieved that tomorrow is the weekend and you don’t have to slog through a work day, white-knuckling these absolutely ripping period cramps.

You don’t have regular periods like, ever, and your doctor’s concerned about your fertility. You remember waving it off with the statement, “That’s a problem for another day.” Thing is, that was just a cop-out. You didn’t want to think about it for a single second because then it would become real, and you make it a personal point never to complain about a period no matter how brutal it is because at least it’s something and never mind that your last one was four months ago, you’re ok. You have a good life and good people and you’re fine.

It’s just the principle, you know? The desire of choice.

The hormones don’t help either.

But anyway, you’re in your tiny bath trying to soothe the pain you’re in, trying to make yourself tired enough to fall asleep once you get out. You breathe, in, out. In, out.

You’re up till 6am when you finally doze off.

—

You wake up in a sweaty haze. You’re in soft pants and a large t-shirt, on top of your sheets rather than in them. You reach for your phone then pull your legs in with a sharp gasp. You’re still in pain.

It subsides so you reach again and check the time. 9:01. You groan. Three hours of dubious sleep is not enough. You have a missed text from Sam (remind me which brand of kitchenware you use?) two missed texts from Keeley (look at this absolutely adorable puppy! Attached: 1 Image), and a missed call from Jamie.

Ah, right. Jamie.

Your boyfriend.

Who you were supposed to meet for breakfast exactly sixteen minutes ago.

Shit.

You call him back and he answers on the first ring.

“Hey love!” he says. “You alright? Not like you to miss breakfast.”

You grimace. “I uh, I wasn’t feeling well last night and I haven’t slept very good. I forgot to text you. Didn’t fall asleep until 6.”

“A.M.?” Jamie asks and you reply to the affirmative. He lets out a long “shiiit,” followed by a, “how contagious are you?”

“For you? Not very,” you say. “For another girl, incredibly contagious, although some say that’s an old wive’s tale.”

Jamie is silent in confusion, then- “Ohh, I get it! You’re not sick-sick, you’re on your fucking period.”

You chuckle, despite remaining curled up on your side.

“Yes,” you reply, “My fucking period. I feel nauseous and tired and I am bleeding so. Much. It’s like my body’s making up for the last four months of nothing.”

Jamie’s silent for a moment and you internally cringe, kicking yourself for over sharing. You haven’t been together that long, about a month and a half, and he doesn’t need to know that about you. He’s a famous footballer, after all, and a guy’s guy. Probably gets grossed out about periods and stuff.

Then he says, “Can I come over? I’ll bring food,” and your worries almost completely evaporate.

“As long as you don’t care about how disgusting I am or the fact that I hurt a lot, sure,” you say. “I’ll leave the door unlocked.”

—

Jamie’s at your flat in 40 minutes, which is fast considering how much food he walks in with. He’s brought a bag of Chinese takeout, plus two overflowing grocery bags.

“This is for now, these are for later,” he explains. He’s in a pink sweatshirt with matching shorts and socks, and maybe it’s the damned hormones again but he looks hot. His hair is pushed back with a headband and you want him to fuck you. You don’t think you can convince him, though, what with the blood. And the fact that he’s Jamie fucking Tartt. And that he probably doesn’t do shit like that because it’s gross.

Your brain whispers, but he’s here, isn’t he? so you just push that thought down to live with other scary ones like, I will never have kids, or I’m going to live with this pain for the rest of my life.

Jamie is oblivious to this, just pulling everything out of the bags and chattering on. He’s kicked off his trainers near the door, and he hasn’t made any comments about the fact that you’ve wrapped a blanket around your shoulders like a shroud, or that your hair is in the messiest bun in the history of the world. Not the sexy, reader-insert fan fiction type of messy bun, either. Just an I-did-not-get-anywhere-NEAR-enough-sleep-last-night messy bun.

“-and me mum always drank orange juice, swore it helped with bloating or hydration or somethin’, I don’t really know, but I got some of that too and this tea that’s supposed to help with cramps, and also a shit-ton of chocolate because I didn’t know which kind was your favorite. I was thinking we can sit on the couch and watch a movie or play Animal Crossing or some shit while eating the takeout, then I can cook you a proper fucking meal later. Coach always says it’s important to have a balanced meal when you’re under the weather, and I think it applies to this too.” He stops when he notices you just looking at him. “You alright, babe?”

“Yeah, I just- why did you get all this?” you blurt out.

For the first time since you’ve known him, Jamie looks unsure of himself. “I dunno. I mean, I do know. You didn’t sound great over the phone, and Keeley’s always telling me to fucking listen to other people, and me mum was always the same on her period so I used to get her the things she wanted all the time. And-” he takes a breath, “and I picked up on what you said. The fuckin’ four-months shit. That ain’t good babe. Even I know that. And, we haven’t been together that long, but I’m pretty fucking sure you know that too, and I wanted to let you know I’m sorry.”

You’re momentarily fixed on the way he says certain words. Keeleh. Sorreh. It’s sweet, for some reason, and it causes a dull ache in your chest. You realize what he’s actually said to you and that ache deepens. You’d kiss him if you weren’t sure your breath was gross.

So instead, you settle for nodding and staring at your kitchen wall. That’s because option one is kissing and option two is crying. You can’t do either right now.

A traitor tear slips out your eye anyway, and you hope Jamie won’t see it. He does.

“Hey, hey.” He comes around the counter and pulls you into a hug, blanket shroud, messy bun, and all. “Love. It’s alright. It’s alright. You’re not alone, and we’re going to go sit on the couch and eat as much food as we can and then pass out, alright? We’re not going to think about anything else except what’s right in fuckin’ front of us.”

“That was,” you sniff, “weirdly philosophical. And very sweet. And I’m sorry for being disgusting.”

Jamie pulls away from you, and you think this is the first time he’s realized how gross you are.

“Don’t say that shit, babe,” he says, and you laugh before you realize he isn’t joking.

“I’m serious,” he continues. “You might feel disgusting, but you aren’t. You smell like fucking lavender, for Christ’s sake. Your pajamas are clean, and so’s your hair. Might be fuckin’ messy right now, but me mum also taught me to braid, so it’s nothing that can’t be fixed.”

You pull him back against you and let some more tears come out.

“Why are you being so nice,” you ask, voice muffled through his sweatshirt.

“Oh, dunno,” he replies, hint of a smile in his voice, “Think you’re fit. I like shower sex. You pick.” He pauses. “Maybe both. Heard that it can help with cramps.”

You laugh wetly into his chest. He’s warm and comforting, and so completely not what you expected him to be. You both stand in the kitchen for another minute, his cheek resting on your head before he says, “Oi, you hungry?”

“God, yes,” you say, “I could eat a fucking horse.”

“Good.” Jamie picks up the bulging bag of takeout and a roll of paper towels. “Lead the way, babe.”

—

It’s not until much later, after you’ve eaten, watched a movie, and showered (and all that implies) that you realize you’re finally tired. Finally calm. You let yourself relax on your bed in Jamie’s arms, breathing in his clean smell. In, out. In, out. By the third breath, you’re asleep.

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seuonji · 5 months

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night shift ★彡 xu minghao

xu minghao x yn ln

彡when yn’s juniors finds trouble with some fellow college mates, yn goes through mountains just to get them justice, even if it means needing to infiltrate and make friends with the most intimidating clique on campus.

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notes: there’s a writing part under the cut! (0.5k words)

minghao walked into the back. taking off his apron, he smiled at you. you had already gotten up and folded the blanket to which he stuffed into the bag he carried.

“ready to go?” he asked as he looked up to you. you stiffly stood by him, hands holding the strap of your bag awkwardly and you just nodded.

you closed up the store and went your way out.

you lead the way to the bus stop you usually go to as minghao treaded right beside you.

“crazy i didn’t see you yesterday,” you randomly brought up.

minghao slowly turned to you and squinted his eyes, “we did but like just for a few seconds.”

you immediately made an ‘o’ with your mouth as you recalled.

the bus arrived and you two got on, sitting by each other, your shoulders touched but non of you moved. perhaps you were too tired to?

“you were gonna go out with mingyu today?” he tilted his head. “ah well it wasn’t a set in stone plan, i didn’t even know if i’d wake up the next day,” you laughed. “and you didn’t,” he giggled and sighed. it’s true, you slept for most of the day.

“but that was the first time you hung out with mingyu right? you two seem so close.”

“i think i just adapt well,” you reasoned. notably, you had to adapt well because of how good it would’ve been for the mission.

“understandable. if i didn’t know how friendly you were i would’ve just guessed that you fell for mingyu and that’s what brought you to say yes to going out with him.”

“well isn’t mingyu that guy all of the people in school fall for?” you turned your body to face minghao, showing interest in the conversation.

“oh, are you one of those people yn?” minghao tapped on his chin to provoke you.

your eyes locked into minghao’s out of shock. you coughed out a chuckle and retracted your eyes to the floor. “no,” you sighed out and grinned. “not at all. my heart belongs to someone else,” you softly let out.

as minghao got silent, you swiftly turned your eyes to him but all you saw was a warm smile on his face.

“am i going to unlock the yn secret and find out who it is today?” he poked in more fun.

you sneered and rested your head on your hand, “don’t need to unlock it today when you’ve already guessed it before.”

shit, why are you the one revealing secrets to him? shouldn’t it be the other way around? that’s what you thought as you kept speaking. but minghao’s response cleared your cloudy head.

“well i hope that goes well for you. i’m sure it will.”

there it was again. the tinge of sweetness from minghao that somehow made your heart melt.

it was nice to have someone like this around but also, it wasn’t. he was gravely making you forget why you’re here in the first place.

and the lingering texture of he blanket on your skin made it all the more forgettable.

funfact: the manager wasn’t at work today which is why yn decided to nap straight away. yn thought falling asleep during work was going to be the end of their career however waking up to having a blanket over their shoulders made them realise, they’re glad to have met minghao and have him as a coworker.

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mostmouse · 11 months

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Desperate Times

Hotaru's actions were calling for desperate measures. The man wasn't taking care of his wounds like he should be. You, being such a loving wife, have created a master plan of subduing and restraining him. All he has to do is give in.

(Hotaru x f!reader, explicit, 6,000 words, AO3)

In the days after Tanjiro had left the swordsmith village, things had calmed down but remained incredibly busy. Chief Tecchin was healing up, other swordsmiths helping him up to the hot springs for a daily soak, along with themselves. Many were injured and needed daily bandage changes, and burying those who you had lost in the demon attack weighed heavily on your soul.

You did what you could in the rebuilding, working from dawn to dusk, only returning home to sleep alone in your bed. Hotaru was still working on the special sword for Tanjiro, no matter how hard you worked to get him to rest. He had at least gone to the hot springs a few times with you to soak and heal - but in your opinion it wasn’t nearly enough.

The man was as stubborn as ever, but you wouldn’t thrive as his wife if you weren’t also incredibly headstrong. You’d been crafting into the late night on a way to subdue him and force him to let you care for his wounds. No doubt they were constantly reopening as he worked in his shack in the woods. Secluded away from everyone else, away from you, and keeping busy honing that damned sword.

After a couple weeks had passed, you had seen Hotaru twice and both times you were forcing him into the hot springs with the threat of breaking the sword while he slept. Not that you’d do something like that to a legitimately ancient sword, not that he needed to know that. But with how things were going, if it had been one he crafted and not a sword that carried the dreams of countless slayers and swordsmiths… You’d certainly consider it.

Stretching high, you stood from the table in your shared home, not that you’d shared it very much in the last few months. Grabbing the leather goods you had painstakingly crafted over the course of just barely an hour a day during the last few weeks of rebuilding, you also grabbed a tea set and placed it in a sturdy box before closing it all up tight and headed out to Hotaru’s workspace.

The village was coming along nicely, and everyone was gradually healing, some were even back to their full health. You were still sore, deep wounds healing nicely as you did what you could to support your fellow villagers. Rolling your shoulders, you tried to stretch out your stiff muscles. You hadn’t had much variety in work, and the repetitive actions were making you sore in other ways rather than your healing body.

However, conditioning could wait until after you looked after your husband. You knew he wasn’t caring for himself like he should. Did he even disinfect his wounds when you weren’t there? Heaven knows his eye needed special treatment that he most certainly wasn’t keeping up with. Your box had all sorts of healing items you planned to wrathfully unleash upon your dear love.

Approaching his shack, you hummed, heart fluttering at getting to see Hotaru. Even with as much of a handful as he was, he still unleashed a bundle of butterflies in your tummy every time. Smiling behind your mask, you made your way through the foliage, tilting your head as Kanamori opened and closed the door behind him, leaving the building with a shake of his head.

You lifted your hand in greeting, calling out to him. “Kanamori! Hey! What are you doing here? I haven’t seen you in the village much.” His head swiveled in your direction as you called out to him, trotting over to you and waving as well.

“Ah, I’ve been helping Haganezuka. Well, sort of. I’ve been trying to at least. I know you’ve been checking in on him as well, but I always see you so busy in the village that I thought I would help as well.” He shook his head, sighing with his hands on his hips, “That man is too old to act this way. Maybe we’ll get lucky and he’ll get amnesia and forget all about swords. Then you could both retire and live happily.”

The two of you laughed, shaking your heads. “I don’t think there’s a force in this world that could ever make Hotaru forget even a scrap of his sword making knowledge. The second he woke up, he’d see the glint of steel and it would all come rushing back.” Kanamori sighed at your reasoning, agreeing immediately.

“You’re right. Oh well, who’s to say we can’t wishfully think?” Laughing once more, he pointed to your box as you calmed down, “What do you have there?”

Grinning behind your mask, you swayed side to side, “It’s a secret~” Leaning forward, the two of you snickered darkly, “I’m going to force him to obey me. That man is taking a break and letting me completely redress and sanitize his wounds. And then he’s going to kiss me and thank me for being so kind and loving to him.”

Kanamori covered his mask’s mouth, giggling. “I wish you the best of luck. I won’t come by for a bit to give you two privacy. Please, don’t hold back, he deserves no mercy.”

You nodded, clenching your fist, “I’m going to be completely ruthless. He’ll wish he had never married a harpy like me.” The two of you laughed happily, saying goodbye and parting ways.

Approaching the door Kanamori had just let himself out of, you slid it open and peered inside. As usual, it was dark and quiet, save for the sound of a whetstone. You smiled softly, letting yourself inside and closing the door behind you. Walking over to the desk, you lit the few oil lamps and sighed at the light. Finally, you looked down at your husband, working dutifully and unaware of the world around him.

It was charming, honestly. No matter how much he annoyed you and made you feel crazy, you admired his work ethic and determination. You dedicated yourself to your craft as well, but you knew you could never be at Hotaru’s level. Not that you wanted to, per se. Your marriage only had room for one clueless workaholic.

Making yourself comfortable, you pulled out the blanket and tea set from the box you carried. Laying it down flat, you smoothed out the wrinkles before lighting the small fire next to where Hotaru was working. Fishing out the small steel platform you had stowed here ages ago, you filled the pot with water, set it atop the stand, and let it boil.

You couldn’t help but sneak a glance at your husband, his mask obscuring his face as he silently worked. Sighing and shaking your head, you went back and prepared the tea leaves. Gathering a small glass jar, you tugged out some herbs and crushed them, adding them to Hotaru’s tea bundle in his cup.

You were sure this would be able to take down your burly monster of a man. They were powerful sedatives you had been using with other villagers to help prepare the wounded for surgeries that were needed urgently. Humming quietly, you contently prepared everything, going over and fluffing up the bedding that you’d soon have Hotaru in.

Finally, as the teapot began to whistle, you sat next to your husband and bumped him with your body. When he didn’t react, you reached up and tugged off his mask and bandana. “Hotaru~ I’m here with some treats for you.”

Once his handsome face was exposed, you leaned over and scattered kisses across every expanse of skin you could reach, petting his thick mane of hair. With one final kiss to his shoulder, you grabbed the teapot and prepared the tea, carefully noting which one was drugged. Finally, you brought out your secret weapon: dango you had spent the morning making.

It didn’t take long before Hotaru began sniffing the air. The homely aroma of the tea and sweet scent of the dango catching his attention. Whipping around, his good eye settled on you before immediately zeroing in on the treat in your hand. “Hotaru~ won’t you come eat with me, my love?”

With a grunt, he placed the blade down carefully, making his way over to the soft blanket and sitting down gruffly. Taking the dango from your hand he looked at it intently before his shoulders relaxed and a light blush covered his cheeks. Biting into it, he sighed, smiling slightly as the taste flourished on his tongue.

Humming, he looked down at the tea cup. Swallowing his mouthful of dango, he brought the tea to his mouth, blowing slightly before drinking it. You watched him with a fond, lovestruck gaze. “I’m so glad to see you, I miss getting to look at you, you know. I’m not sure if you remember, but I’m your wife.”

You laughed softly at his pout, interrupting as he opened his mouth, “I love you, you silly man. You know I admire your craftsmanship, but I wish you’d take even a second for yourself.” You frowned slightly, tilting your head, “The bandage over your eye is filthy. Let’s go to the hot spring and soak for a bit, okay? I’ll let you have your way with me~”

Winking, you pressed a palm to your cheek, trying to lure him in. However, he merely finished off his dango and grabbed another stick from the dish between you. You may or may not have also drugged the treats on the plate. “No. I have work to do.” You growled at the complete dismissal. “Kamado will soon begin his conditioning training at the butterfly estate. I need to make sure his sword is ready before then.”

You pouted, crossing your arms and huffing. “You can’t finish the sword if your eyes fall out, Hotaru.”

“My eyes won’t fall out, only one is damaged. Besides, that wouldn’t stop me.”

“The infection will spread inside of you and you’ll keel over.”

“I’m much too strong for something so small to kill me.”

You groaned at his petulant answers. “I’m gonna tell Chief Tecchin you’re out here working on that blade while your body enters necrosis.” He huffed, turning his head away and finishing off his tea. “And…” You clenched your fists, “I’ll tell him you made me cry with your horrible words and actions.”

At such a claim, Hotaru balked, whipping his head to you, “I’ve done no such thing!”

You stuck your tongue out, internally bewildered how he was still standing, even as he finished his second dango. “All’s fair in love and war, dear. I’m not above lying and scheming to get my way.”

The swordsmith huffed, standing quickly and turning back to his work station, “You can stay and do what you want, but I’m-” He stumbled slightly, and you grinned maliciously, rubbing your hands together. “I-I’m getting… back to… work… on this…” His words trailed off, and you immediately dashed to be in front of him, catching his massive body with yours and a sharp cry as you strained to hold him.

However, to your shock, he was still just conscious enough to speak to you, “Woman… what did you do to me?”

You groaned loudly, helping him onto his knees and nudging him backwards, “I’m making you rest, Hotaru. I need to clean your bandages. You’ll be up and going soon enough, just- give in already!”

Straining against his muscled body, you tried to shove him onto the bedding. However, even being massively drugged, he still fought back - although thankfully not anywhere near full strength. “No! I- don’t- need- rest!” With great effort he lifted you above him on his shoulder, wavering as you kicked your legs and slapped his back.

“Yes, you do! You big dumb meanie! Just lie down!” You anchored your feet on his waist before throwing all your weight to the side, rejoicing as he fell over with you. “Good boy! Now, get on the bed!”

His eye was fluttering as he tried to fight you off, movement becoming lethargic. Finally, he gave in and let you push him onto the bedding. He glared up at you from where he lay, “Just remember… I can take… what you dish out. But you,” He closed his eye, breathing evening out as his body relaxed, “Can’t ever handle… what I give back.”

Soon, his soft breathing was all you could hear, and you sighed in relief. That was always going to be the most difficult part of the endeavor. You ignored his last words, confident in the plan you had concocted over countless sleepless nights.

Grabbing one of the scrap steel rods around the shack, you dug a small hole and sat it there before grabbing a mallet and hammering it in. About halfway, you sat for a moment of rest. Taking a sip of your long cold tea, you gave yourself a few more moments before continuing your task. Once the rod was in the ground and you couldn’t move it even with all your strength, you went back to your bag of supplies.

Cheering as you grabbed thick leather straps, you held them up in the light. They were your pride and joy, having tanned the skin and crafted them specifically as restraints for your insanely strong husband. Looping them around the stake in an intricate knot, you secured them around his wrists, padding them with flexible medical tape beneath them beforehand.

Tapping his chest happily, you stripped his kimono off and finally started to unwind the bandages scattered around him. Gently dabbing them with disinfectant, you lovingly stroked salve on them and started to rebind them. Scooting around him, you sat his head on your soft warm thighs, pulling up your kimono so he had skin to skin contact. You blissfully ignored his thick arms as you pushed them aside, tied to the stake you had drilled into the ground.

You took great care with his damaged eye the most. You took your time in cleaning his face of dirt and oils before disinfecting the area. Humming softly, you leaned down and scattered kisses all across him before tugging his hair up and binding his eye once more.

Smoothing your hands across the soft white bandages, you whispered sweet nothings to him softly. “You’re such a silly man.” Petting his hair, you gently eased the tangles and knots out. “I wish you’d let me take better care of you, you always take care of me when I’m hurt.” Sighing, you leaned further forward, pressing the bandages on his torso, checking for any fresh blood. “I love you more than you know, you’re my whole world, Hotaru.”

Settling back down on your legs, you braided his hair before moving away. Packaging away the medical supplies, you placed the box on a workbench. You could probably keep them here since he wouldn’t leave the shack for at least another week or two. Finishing up everything you wanted to do, you looked back at your wonderful husband.

Trailing your eyes up his handsomely fit body, you shrieked as you met his open eye, staring you down. You couldn’t tell how he was feeling, his face stoic and gaze unwavering. “Ah! H-Hotaru, you’re already awake! That didn’t take long…”

Your voice was nervous, you were expecting him to start shouting, to wake up animated and upset as he usually did when you pulled stunts like these. You laughed to ease the silence in the shack as he continued to stare unblinkingly at you. Taking a hesitant step forward, you waved your hand timidly, “Ah, Hotaru? Can you hear me? Maybe you’re still asleep-”

Face twisting into one of effort, you screamed as he flexed his bulky arms, muscles straining as his cheeks turned pink with effort. “Stop that! You’re gonna reopen your-” However, with a loud roar, he pulled the steel stake clear out of the ground, leather bindings keeping him tied to it.

Speechless, you stood still as the rod clattered against the ground, Hotaru’s arms relaxing, letting out a long sigh. Pouting, you shouted in frustration, running out of the shack. Your husband’s eye widened, “Hey! You can’t run from this!”

Using his teeth and hand, he managed to untie one wrist and then the other, the rod landing on the ground heavily. Growling, he marched out of the shack, sword forgotten and the only thing on his one track mind being you.

“Where did you go?! I know you aren’t far, my wife wouldn’t abandon her target so easily.” Listening closely, he tried to make out any man made sounds, ignoring the rustling of the leaves and branches swaying in the wind. Finally, he saw a bush move as if it were trembling. “I see you. Come out.”

You held your breath, fists clenched in your lap as you sat there petulantly. You couldn’t see him through the thick foliage, but you could sense him near you. And of course, him being your hot headed lover, he wouldn’t leave without his prize in his possession.

“Don’t make me come get you, I’ll be much less gentle if I have to.” His voice wasn’t nearly as mad as you thought he would be, considering you drugged and restrained him.

Huffing to yourself, you peered over the top of the bush, glaring at him, your eyes shining in the setting sunlight. “No.”

Hotaru growled, face flushing, “And why not? I’m the only one here who’s allowed to be upset in this situation, what are you pouting about?” You balked at his accusation, pouting further.

“I am not pouting! And I can be mad, too! First of all, do you know how hard it was to get that stupid pole in the ground? And- and- you just rip it up! No problem! Ignoring how I wrapped you all back up again!”

Stomping towards you, the swordsmith stopped just before the bush, “Is that it? That I’m stronger than you? We both know-”

“That’s not it!” Your cheeks grew warm, frustrated tears gathering on your lashes, “Hotaru! You’re so- so-!” You stood finally, angrily stepping over the shrubbery and poking him in his chest, no force behind your hand. “I’m worried about you! You shouldn’t be straining yourself so hard!”

He leaned down over you, intense amber eye watching you, “If you hadn’t tied me to it-”

“I shouldn’t have to tie you up! Let me help you! You’re still wounded!” You threw your hands in the air, shouting in frustration, “Or don’t! Die for all I care! You’ll get some weird infection that’ll necrosify your muscles and you’ll wither away!”

Turning on your heel, you huffed as you walked away. However, to your irritation, your husband grabbed your wrist, obviously not content to leave the conversation like it was. “That’s not true and you know it.”

You refused to look at him, trying to tug your arm away, although there was no real effort behind it, either. “See, you’re not even trying. You barely touched me when you pointed at me earlier, as well.” You let yourself be dragged back towards him, melancholy slowly blooming in your chest as his massive arms wrapped around you from behind. “I was awake before you noticed me. I heard what you said.”

Feeling him take a few deep breaths, he groaned behind you, words tight, “I’m sorry I haven’t let you take care of my wounds. And I’m sorry I haven’t come home to you.”

You went limp in his arms, letting him hold you closer as your hands came up and rested on his forearms that held you. “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have tied you down like that.”

Hotaru quirked his brow, “Aren’t you going to apologize for drugging me?”

You huffed, turning your head, “No. I’m not sorry for that. That was necessary and I’d do it again the second you turned your back.”

Surprisingly, Hotaru began laughing softly behind you, his chest shaking you as he did so. You blinked, confused, before you began laughing with him. Wiggling your shoulders in a way to tell him you wanted him to turn you, you finally met his warm golden gaze. “I love you, ‘Taru. More than anything ever.”

Quieting down, he stared at you lovingly. Leaning down he kissed you softly, letting your hands stroke the loose braid of his hair. Pulling away, he lifted you into his arms, kissing you as you began to protest, “Carrying my wife won’t hurt me.”

You sighed, resting your head on his chest as you stared adoringly up at him. “We’re two crazy people, huh?” That had your husband huffing in short laughter, shaking his head.

“We’re lucky to have found each other.” You smiled softly, kissing every expanse of skin as you could reach. Hotaru leaned down as he entered his workspace once more, setting you down on the bed as he went back and closed the door. You started to get up until he shot you a glare. Stilling, you looked up at him in question. “I think you should make it up to me. Seeing how you interrupted my work, drugged me, harassed me…”

Laughing incredulously, you gave him a look. “Make it up to you? And how exactly should I do that, Mr. Haganezuka?”

The massive man in front of you merely smirked, licking his lips. Letting his hand caress your cheek, he soon found his way and tangled up in your hair. Giving it a tug, he made you look up at him from your knees. “Surely you can think of something, Mrs. Haganezuka.”

You whimpered softly, shining eyes looking up at him. “As long as you don’t overexert yourself.” He smiled softly, assuring you he wouldn’t before you scooted forward on your knees. “Good. Well then, let me make it up to you, my love.” His cheeks flushed slightly as you tugged at his baggy work pants, long since stained and patched over a dozen times.

Kissing his belly, you pulled down the fabric bit by bit, until finally his semi hard cock was freed and they pooled around his ankles. Slipping them off, along with his shoes, you then gently removed his socks as well, kissing his knees once you finished. Hotaru covered his face with one hand, the loving and intimate gesture flustering him.

You hummed, kissing his thighs as you peered up at him, “So cute~ My husband is the most wonderful man in the country. I’m the luckiest person to have had the honor of marrying him.” With a smile still on your lips, you brought one hand to hold his shaft gently, listening as he hissed.

Licking his underside up to his tip, you kissed him there cutely, making a loud smooching sound. You loved being able to do this, to help him feel good. You knew he didn’t bother getting himself off when he wasn’t with you, always too focused on his work. Occasionally he would take you during his work, but almost always it was when you were at home together.

Slipping the tip of his cock into your mouth, you swirled your tongue around him, petting the underside where you knew he was sensitive. He sighed above you, hand tangling in your hair as he rocked his hips forward a bit. Along with his muscle and weight gain over the months, his cock had swelled as well, filling out your mouth and throat deliciously.

You moaned as you took him deeper, eyes closing as you tasted him. Soon, he was panting above you, your hot wet mouth slipping him in and out. It wasn’t as good as your cunt, but he adored seeing you on your knees for him, especially knowing what a prideful person you were, how you could be compared to him in hotheadedness - yet here you were. Happily sucking him off on your knees, and soon you’d be spreading your legs and begging him to be inside you.

Moaning loudly, he held the back of your head and sunk deeper into your mouth, tip reaching the back of your throat. You smiled, eyes opening and peering up at him. One hand squeezed and rubbed the base of his shaft as the other held his package in your hand. He was heavy and full, further proof he hadn’t touched himself in some time.

Wiggling in your spot, you pulled back, popping him from your mouth as you licked along his shaft. He leaned forward, bracing one palm against the wall of the shack as the other held your hair. He watched as you licked all around his cock, hand tracing his veins as you made your way to the base of him. Nuzzling his dark bush, you met his eyes once more, dipping lower to kiss and lick his package.

Hotaru moaned, letting his head fall back and his eye close, basking in the feeling of you lavishing him with your mouth. You hummed, laughing softly before licking and sucking on his tight bundle. Kissing him all over, you slipped to the other side before repeating yourself.

Your hands didn’t stop, massaging where your mouth wasn’t and gently jerking him off. You whispered his name softly, listening as he moaned in response. Lips curling into a broad grin, you left his package and went back to swallowing his cock. He moaned louder, hand twisting in his hair as you slipped him nearly all the way into your throat.

He gave you time to adjust to him, knowing it had been some time since you’d last had him in your mouth. Panting as you worked him deeper, he moaned as you whined around him, gagging softly. Your wide eyes watched him as you continued to suck him off, head bobbing as you relaxed your throat and took him all. Hotaru moaned loudly as he bottomed out in your mouth. Soft package against your jaw.

He watched you as he tugged your hair, pulling free from your mouth before holding you still and pressing back inside. You moaned loudly, eyes rolling slightly before he repeated himself. Seeing as you moaned and grabbed his thighs, not fighting back against him, he took control, hands holding the back of your head as he began to fuck your face.

Panting, he quickly became a moaning mess, cock slipping down your throat with each thrust. You gagged and drooled around him, muffled sounds echoing around his shaft as he fucked you fast. Your nails bit into his skin as you cried out around him, hips wiggling as you sat on your legs on the bedding.

Hotaru grit his teeth, hissing as he felt his climax coming. Gasping for air, he cried out as he bent forward a bit, hands pressing against the base of your head, tilting you up slightly. You moaned loudly, the wet sounds of him fucking your mouth mixing in with your own pleasured noises. “Fuck!” His voice was rough, pulling your hair as he tossed his head back.

You whimpered, nails scratching him as he pounded your throat. With another loud shout, he finished inside, filling your mouth and throat with hot cum. You moaned longingly, tears slipping past your lashes and gasping for air through your nose.

Hotaru panted above you, his hips moving much slower as your tongue pushed against his shaft and licked up all the cum around him. Hissing as you slowly began to overstimulate him, he held your hair and pulled himself from your mouth, gasping as he was freed and letting his head fall back once more.

You coughed softly, rasping breaths leaving your shining lips before you wiped your mouth. Looking up at him, you hummed softly until he met your gaze. “Is that all my sweet husband wants?” You licked your lips, giggling as he glared at you.

“You don’t know when to quit, do you?” You squealed as he kneeled down, twisting your hair in his fist before he leaned down and bit your neck. You cried out as he moved his mouth over you, biting, kissing, and sucking your skin. “If you think that’s enough to make it up to me, you’re more deluded than I thought.”

You gasped, slapping his back before moaning as he slipped his hand between your legs. “H-Hotaru~”

Letting him readjust you, you sighed as you soon found yourself on your back. Easily, your husband stripped you down, repeating your earlier actions with just as much love and kindness. You writhed subtly, excited to see how he would take you. “Remember to be careful of your wounds, okay?”

He huffed as he slid between your soft thighs, immediately grabbing your legs and spreading them wide apart. You squealed, covering your face as he exposed you. Smirking at your sudden bashfulness, he brought you closer to him. Hotaru couldn’t help but sigh at the intense heat radiating off your wonderfully soaked cunt.

Whining, you wiggled your hips, peeking at him through your fingers. When he didn’t move, you pouted, folding your arms under your chest and making your breasts bounce. “‘Taru!” He raised a brow, looking down at you as his cock rested against your slit.

You whined louder, trying to wrap your legs around his waist but his hands wouldn’t budge from their tight grip on your ankles. “Beg for it.”

His low gravelly tone had you moaning. “Please, Hotaru, please! I want you inside me, want you to fill me up and make love to me! Please, please, ‘Taru!”

He blushed suddenly, your sweet desperate voice echoing in his head. Sighing before smiling softly, he moved his hands to hold your thighs and slip them around his waist. Guiding his cock to your soaked cunt, he whispered gently to you, “I’ll make love to you as much as you want, my perfect wife.”

You sighed as he slipped inside you, arching your back and hands grabbing the soft bedding on either side of your head. “Hotaru~ You feel so amazing! I’ve missed you so much, you belong inside me.” Your flushed cheeks were hot as he rocked his hips gently into yours. Bracing his hands on either side of your head, holding your gaze as his hair tumbled down on either side of you, he began a gentle pace.

His cock barely left you before sinking inside you once again, listening as you sighed and moaned. Watching your chest instead, he picked up speed, watching as you bounced and cried out for him. He panted above you, stamina still not quite rebuilt but loving how it felt to press his hips against yours.

As he continued to fuck you, his mind wandered to all the nights he had spent along here in his workshop while you were all alone in your shared bed at home. Growling to himself, his eye flicked up to your expression. He moaned as you were smiling, biting your lip and crying out as he quickly fucked you. “Hotaru! Y-You feel so good, please don’t stop! Don’t ever stop- ahh!”

He groaned lowly, hand gripping one of your thighs and moving so it was pressed to his chest. Choking out a moan, he felt himself slip deeper inside you. You must not have been touching yourself on your own considering how tight your cunt was wrapped around him. Sweat gathered on his brow as he bucked his hips against you. “Fuck!”

Your heat was overwhelming, possessing every thought in his head as he forced himself deeper and deeper inside. with a harsh grunt, he grabbed your other thigh, pressing both to his chest as he leaned down close over you, folding you closer to yourself as he pressed deep inside you. “‘Taru! Fuck- ahh~ please!”

Dragging your nails down his back, he moaned lasciviously. He loved when you left marks on him, it made him want to expose his upper half more often, to show off the love marks his beautiful wife left on him for other smiths to see when they visited him as he was working. He loved how they became flustered or jealous, and it fueled his obsession with you. He loved knowing you marked him up and everyone else knowing that as well.

He cried out as you squeezed around him, “Fuck! I-I’m close-” His voice was strained, and he watched as you looked up at him adoringly, cheeks and body hot as you panted under him. You bounced with each powerful thrust, small moans leaving you every time. Squeezing his eye shut, his fingers twisted in the sheets, “C-Can’t-” He gasped for air, trying to hold back so you could finish before him.

Feeling your hands tangled up in his hair, he moaned as you pulled it, amber gaze meeting your own lustful eyes. “Want you to- ahh! Want your cum, fuck! Finish in-inside me, please ‘Taru! Fill me up, want it all, ahh~” Your wanton moans stoked the fire deep inside his belly, shoulders straining as he felt his climax approach.

With a loud moan, he burst inside you, hot cum filling you up. He continued his pace, thick cock stretching you out. He loved how he could feel how much hotter it made your messy cunt, your hips folded upwards so not a bit could escape. Slowing down to just rocking his hips against you, he moaned as you whimpered beneath him.

Your face was pinched, gasping and whimpering. “T-Touch me, please, ahh!” He quickly let one hand slip down between you, harsh rough callused fingers rubbing your warm silky clit.

Back arching, you pressed your hips tighter against his as he shuddered. Rubbing you harsh and fast, he whimpered and moaned as you clenched down around him, “Gonna cum! ‘Taru, fuck! Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t st- ahhh~” Your voice surrounded him, his hand faltering for only a moment before continued to rub you.

Changing between tight circles and pinching your clit, you bucked against him, whipping your head into the sheets, crying out his name loudly. He was sure if there was anyone remotely nearby, they’d be able to hear you. “Hotaru! Hotaru! Fuck!” Ripping the sheets in your hands, you finished on his semi hard cock.

Your husband cried out, shoving his fingers against your clit roughly, feeling himself be milked of the last bit of cum he still had. Bucking his hips, he whimpered as you squeezed him in a vice, hot wet cunt tighter around him than you had ever been. He gasped as he felt himself being easily overstimulated, especially considering you had sucked his soul from his cock earlier.

You panted as you came back down from your high, unfocused and bleary eyes staring up at the ceiling of the building as Hotaru slowly unwound your legs from his body. He swallowed thickly, throat dry as he finally laid you flat. Shuffling to the water jug he had in the shack, he poured some into the empty teapot, praying you had only drugged his cup and not the pot itself.

Crawling back towards you, he laid heavily at your side, propping you up slightly to pour water into your mouth. He watched as you drank slowly, pulling it away as you waved a hand to show you were done. Drinking some as well, he set it down carefully before dropping down next to you.

He dragged your body close to his, tangling the two of you up. His thoughts were blissfully empty as he hugged you tight. The only thing that mattered in that moment was that you were in his arms and happy. Kissing your crown, his gruff voice echoed in your empty head, “I love you. More than you’ll ever know.”

Watching as you passed out, he let his eyes close as well, the warm night air surrounding your heated bodies. Feeling the previous weeks of nonstop work and fatigue catch up to him, he let himself fall asleep as well. Perhaps when you both woke back up, and praying he wasn’t tied up once more, the both of you could soak in the hot springs.

#hotaru x reader #hotaru haganezuka x reader #haganezuka x reader #hotaru haganezuka #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #technically a sequel to swordsmith with a cute name #but can read alone too

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summary: when ezra overhears sabine reciting a mandalorian custom, ezra regrets all the years he's missed out on. word count: 1K a/n: i came up with this fic during my mando'a studies. my goal is to someday write an entire fic in mando'a, complete with a work skin that'll include a mando'an font. that dream is still many years off though, but until then, here's a fic inspired by a little bit of manda-lore i've learned! taglist:@laughingphoenixleader @accidental-spice @kanerallels @piraterefrigerator @jedi-nurse @dootchster @lucasbridger @redroverrider @light-umbra @commander-tech {if you’d like to be added to or removed from my Sabezra taglist, let me know!}

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Here For You Now

It took Ezra a moment to figure out why he'd fallen asleep on the floor, less than a foot away from his bed. He would've totally assumed that he'd fallen off the bed in his sleep again (it was less than a foot's drop; he'd slept through it before,) but the pile of blankets underneath him told him this was definitely intentional. He couldn't quite piece together why he would've done something like this though— until he heard a murmured whisper coming from the bed, a voice he almost thought he was just imagining again, until he remembered that yesterday was the day he'd spent over a decade waiting for.

Sabine had found him.

And, since his trailer offered little in the way of comfort, he'd let Sabine take the bed and offered to sleep on the floor instead. Good hospitality, he'd called it, something he'd learned well from the Noti, and also a way to say "thank you" for coming all this way just to bring him home. (And in actuality, he'd never make his favorite person in this [and any] galaxy sleep on the floor— and also he knew he'd irreversibly stumble over his words if he suggested they try to share the bed.)

But despite being on the floor and definitely sore from it, it was one of the best wakeups he'd had in years— certainly the one that ushered in the most hope along with it.

Though he'd never lost faith in Sabine, hope had been in short supply the past year or so— that is, until yesterday, when the Noti had told him that they found a girl ("your girl," their language put it, and he was too ecstatic to disagree) and she'd come to the camp looking for him. He'd never thought she'd looked more beautiful than she did when she saw him, and gave him a smile that conveyed the same genuine joy and total disbelief he was feeling.

And now he woke up knowing she was here, and it wasn't another stupid dream about her return: she was on Perida, actually with him, quietly chanting something in Mando'a.

"Ni su'cuyi gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum."

Ezra wasn't sure what she was mumbling about, but it felt almost like some kind of meditation, or a prayer. His interest was piqued when he heard the next two words, and he looked up to see her sitting cross legged with her eyes closed.

"Kanan Jarrus. Ursa Wren. Alrich Wren. Tristan Wren. Ahsoka Tano. Ni su'cuyi gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum."

Sabine sighed, and there was a moment of silence.

"What's that?" Ezra asked, once he was sure she'd finished.

"Ah-wha?" Sabine started, apparently not having known Ezra was even awake "it's nothing. Just an old Mandalorian tradition. I didn't mean to wake you up. Did you sleep alright?"

"What kind of old Mandalorian tradition?" Ezra asked, completely disregarding her attempts to divert the conversation.

"Nothing," Sabine shook her head.

"Didn't seem like nothing to you."

"Well, it's nothing that matters to you," Sabine said.

"Everything you…" Ezra stopped mid-sentence, knowing that if he said "everything you say maters to me," she might start to think he had feelings for her— which he did, but he was pretty sure she still didn't feel the same way, and he didn't want to run the risk of scaring off his only ride back home. So, he switched trains of thought.

"You mentioned Kanan," Ezra shook his head.

Sabine looked at him, and in her eyes he saw the softness and pain she was trying all too well to hide. He smiled slightly, nodded slightly, raised his eyebrows slightly, tried to remind her with merely a look that her secrets were safe with him.

Sabine sighed.

"It's a remembrance," she offered, "'I am alive, but you are dead.'" she shook her head as she choked out the words, "'I remember you, so you are eternal.'"

Ezra smiled a little at the sentiment, at keeping the memory of someone alive long after they're gone— but then he realized that the names of her family were included in that list.

"You mentioned your family too," Ezra said, quietly, "Are they…?"

Sabine nodded, "they're gone."

"And Ahsoka?"

"I think so," she said, the words petering out as a single breath.

Ezra thought he saw a tear trickle down her cheek as she looked away from him. He didn't fight the urge to climb up onto the bed next to her and wrap an arm around her for comfort. He realized after he did so that he'd taken a gamble, and she was likely to be annoyed by his attempt to comfort her, so he was surprised when, instead of twisting away from him, she actually leaned closer, accepting the shoulder he gave her to cry on.

"I'm so sorry, Sabine," Ezra whispered, with no idea what other words he could even offer.

"There's nothing you could've done," Sabine said, "there's nothing anyone could've done."

Ezra remembered thinking the same thing when the empire took his parents, that there was nothing anyone could've done to help him— but that didn't mean he didn't want anyone to.

"I could've been there for you," Ezra shook his head, "I should've been there for you. Kriff, I've missed out on so much."

Sabine lifted her head off his shoulder and looked up at him.

"But I am here for you now," Ezra said, letting go of her and resting his hand on the bed behind her, "if you wanna talk about it at all."

Sabine shook her head and looked away.

"I don't wanna talk about it."

"Alright," Ezra nodded, "is there anything I can do?"

"Could you just sit here with me?" Sabine asked.

"Absolutely," Ezra smiled.

They treasured a moment's silence, before Sabine leaned a little closer, resting her head on his arm again. She glanced up at him as a smile crossed his face, and he rested his head on top of hers.

Maybe he hadn't been there for her for the last few years. Maybe there were a lot of moments she'd needed him that he missed out on.

But this moment? It wasn't going to be one of them— he was here for her now, and that's what mattered.

And he wasn't going to stop being there for her ever again.

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starrywooyo · 1 year

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treasure: three

synopsis: when y/n gets whooshed into an alternate universe, an adventure: one with pirates and monsters and much, much more

pairing: ot8! pirate ateez x fem! reader (wooyoung focus)

genre: pirate au!!

!!warnings(per chapter)!! - [bellow cut!] killing, wounds, blood ect..

notes: this chapter kinda has a wooyoung focus towards the end! hongjoong's character is still quite rude towards the mc.

word count: 4.7k

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"y/n. it's okay, really! its only for a few days. we do have a spare cabin, but it's filled with some of yeosang's extra books and maps so he'll clear it out and then you can sleep there for the time being. so really. it's okay just sleep here." wooyoung says, pushing you in the room and then he says goodnight closing the door behind him.

pushing down on the door handle you realise he's locked the door as well. in other words, he's not really giving you a choice. is he?

slipping under the covers you let your tiredness and thoughts consume you.

maybe. just maybe it won't be as bad here...

Your eyes flutter open to the room being dark, you reach to the bedside table for your phone but... there's nothing there? sitting up you rub the sleep from your eyes and look around the dimly lit room and the unfamiliar interior.

ah that's right. you're not in your world anymore... you're in a world of pirates, probable danger too. on a ship where the captain despises you.

you sigh and slide your legs from under the covers. your feet touching the cool of the wooden floorboards sends a shock through your body. you're most definitely awake now.

it's then you realise you slept in your new clothes, or you should say the clothes wooyoung lent you. it's not like they're dirty but still you can't just rummage through the man's closet for clean clothes everyday just like you do in your world. no. pirates probably don't even change their clothes that often anyway. so, you'll just stay in the same clothes. out of the corner of your eye you spy something. there on the chair in the corner of his room. you walk towards the item. It's a pair of… boots? beside the boots is a piece of crumpled paper. you unfold it and read it:

" It just so happens that these boots are too small for anyone here on the ship, no one's worn them..

if your feet are better or feeling less sore. you should wear them. I know the floorboards get quite cold on the ship and they're pretty dirty.

you should wear these even if your cuts hurt. it'll prevent them gettin infected or something. and if you're reading this then it means

you're awake. you should join us on deck and like the captain said: ^if you wanna stay you gotta pull your weight^

i also hope you at least slept well~ "

so, the boots are for you. sitting back on the bed you unlace the brown boots and slip them over your feet. it stings a little. but you know the pain will fade after a while, you lace the boots up loosely and after making the bed you make your way up to the main deck. there you find Seonghwa.

“Ah y/n! there you are, I hope you slept well?” He asked to which you nodded your head letting out a small yes.

“Now let me see... given the state of your feet and wounds and the fact they haven't healed and to top it off most of the crew are against women being on board... I suppose your job for today can be to help Yeosang clear out that spare cabin with all his extra things in there and then you can help make dinner later, nothing too much for now. Does that sound okay?” He again asked

“Yes, that's fine. where...?” You began

seonghwa smiled, “you can find yeosang through those doors and then it's the last door on the left side,” he said pointing to the door behind you.

you thank him and make your way through them and walk to the end door stopping before it, you knock and hear a voice call "come in"

opening the door, you find yeosang but he's not alone. The captain was here too...

the captain turned, his eyes seemingly scanning your figure and lingering slightly at the boots on your feet then back to your face before turning back to yeosang.

“We can finish this later yeosang” he says and makes his way around you and out the door not before letting out a 'tsk' as he passes by you.

what was that about now...

“sorry I didn't mean to interrupt your conversation” you told yeosang to which he shakes his head.

“No, no. it's fine, we were basically finished anyway. now, let's get moving that stuff.” he said, clapping his hands together.

...

so, you followed yeosang back through the doors and onto the main deck and back down the steps to the cabin rooms and he stopped at one just a little passed what you know to be wooyoung's room.

“This is the room here that'll be yours for now so just remember that it's the one at the end of this hall to the right.” he said, opening the door.

you nod to him and finally looking into the room your eyes widen.

this room was an absolute mess. it was a state! like an earthquake happened. you look to yeosang and he rubs the back of his neck.

“Seems we've got our work cut out for us?” he laughs nervously as he enters the room with you following close behind.

There were scrolls and maps everywhere. one even pinned to the desk with a dagger stuck in it and weighted down with other trinkets, you couldn't even see the bed from everything that was piled up on top of it. and there were numerous stacks of books, and dust. a lot. a lot of dust.

you both decided to start by taking all the scrolls to yeosang's study first being they were only paper and the lightest. you went to the map on the desk to roll it up only to let out a small laugh at all the drawing of beasts on the map from your "real-world perceptions'' that they were only put to scare sailors to which yeosang explained to you that the drawing on the maps is of very, very much real sea beasts. which you weren't going to lie did scare you a bit.

a few hours most definitely went by of carrying scrolls from one room to another till there was only a small number of books left. letting inpatients get the better of you, you picked up a larger stack of books wanting to finish the strenuous task quicker. and by larger stack meaning you couldn't see over it. yeosang told you to take a couple off as he came back into the room for another stack stating it was dangerous, but his warning went through one ear and out the other.

you ever so slowly made your way up the steps to the main deck and trying to look around you saw that seonghwa was no longer at the wheel, but the captain was. and he definitely had his eyes on you as soon as he saw you. with his burning gaze on you. you felt nervous and to top it off being unable to see over the books you failed to notice that the deck was wet, so down you went. books spilling everywhere. and oh boy did it hurt. Soon Wooyoung was by your side asking if you were okay and if you were hurt badly from the fall to which you said you were fine and that it was just a shock. and you start to pick up the books with wooyoung helping you. though thinking about the fall. you could've sworn you saw the captain's body slightly jerk as you fell...

Was he going to help you? pffft no. of course not y/n don't be silly he hates you. and just to prove that thought, there he was leaning over the railing from where the wheel was, shaking his head at you with a smug smirk on his face.

“Well. just proves my point woman don't belong on ships” he says

you ignore his words and continue to pick up the books with wooyoung. then you remember something.

“Oh... wooyoung? thank you by the way for helping me pick these up. and for the boots” you say to him.

he hums his brows slightly furrowing

“What?”

“The boots? thank you for letting me use them” you say smiling.

“The boots... oh yeah! the boots, it's really no problem. I couldn't just let you walk around here bare footed and get sick” he said whilst you were still picking up the books. what you failed to notice while doing so was his confused eyes drifting elsewhere before he answered you.

with all the books picked up, you with a small pile and wooyoung with a small pile and yeosang soon joining you and giving you a lecture about how he told you that would happen. you had now officially cleared out and cleaned the spare room.

now though it was time to help seonghwa and jongho make some dinner. walking into the kitchen they were already both there. you were making a type of meat stew, and you were given the job of cutting the vegetables to go in the stew .

no one spoke a word as you all did your jobs to make the stew, today was clearly not your day as you cut your finger whilst cutting the veggies by getting startled by a cat. The cut wasn't deep so you had no need to go to san.

...

dishing out the now cooked stew into bowls, the three of you took them to the table where everyone was sitting and placed a bowl In Front of them and then took your own seat, which again was beside wooyoung. nothing seems to slip by him so he noticed the cut on your finger straight away asking what happened and that then caught Sans attention and he asked if he needed to take a look at it to which you declined just trying to eat your stew but wooyoung's pestering about how it happened seemed to even bug jongho so he blurted out how you got the cut. though the story of how you cut yourself being startled by a cat was found to be funny by someone. and that someone was the captain. Who did end up joining you all for dinner this time?

he laughed out loud sitting at the top of the table

“Ah, oh wow, that's amazing, getting scared of the cat. nice one” he said his laughter coming to a stop and a smile being left on his face. and you stared at it, he was showing emotions other than anger and glares in your presence, once he noticed your stare however the smile was gone as soon as it appeared. he cleared his throat, picking up his now empty bowl

“ahem excuse me- I'll take my bowl to the kitchen. goodnight” and then he was gone.

and it was then quiet as everyone finished the last few drops of their stew.

you sat still staring at where the captain had just previously sat, your cheeks slightly heating up.

his laugh... his smile... It was so... pretty.

maybe.. just maybe. This was a start, at least for now.

After everyone had finished eating their stew and this time you finally managed to convince seonghwa to let you do the dishes this round after not being able to last time., whilst scrubbing the remanence of the stew from the bowls, you couldn't help but remember back to the captain and how he laughed and his smile, though he was laughing at you and at your pain from being cut, he really did have a pretty smile.

with all the bowls now scrubbed. you dried them and stacked them where you got them when you dished out the stew. then made your way from the kitchen to your new room where you drifted to sleep again.

...

you'd now been on the illusion for about a week now, you could definitely say you'd grown closer to some of the crewmembers, though some not so much. The captain still hates your guts. it seems like every little flaw and mistake you do he makes little snarky comments about and always pulls the "that's why women don't belong on ships" idea, wooyoung on the other hand can tell his comments get to you and tries to make you feel better by saying it just takes him time to open up to people, you don't know what to believe though.

yeosang's been trying. key word here. trying to teach you how to read maps but it seems to not be going well so you just spend time with him in his study sometimes after you've done your work and read some of his books not that if you were to be able to read the maps you'd be much help. you're not even a crew member plus the captain hates you, so there's no point for you to, he'd never sit in your company and talk to you as you map out the journey he plans.

...

here you were though sitting in your room reading a book you've stolen from Yeosang, he said that it wouldn't be too long before you'd reach land, and you'd get there at some point today. the thought made you sad that meant you were off the ship and they'd leave. it made you think that you really have no clue where to start about getting back home to your family. your younger siblings and older brother...

you're pulled from your thoughts by the ship suddenly jerking along with a loud noise. you're slightly flung into the table you were sitting at. finding your balance again you walk to the door of your room and open it to see wooyoung coming out of his room in a rush. you call his name, and he turns to you, his eyes slightly widening.

“y/n!! get back in your room and stay in there!!” he tells you as he ushers you back into the room. “Stay in here, and don't come out. it's not safe. lock the door and don't open it for anyone” he tells you as he makes his way back out the room.

“Wait! what do you mean not safe” you call to him again

he sighs out in frustration “please just do as I say” and with that he shut the door behind him and was running to who knows where.

the ship jerked again and this time you fell to the floor, you decided to be nosy and peak out your window. sticking your head out you see there's another ship and it's firing its cannons at this ship whilst some of the opposing crew swing across onto this ship. wooyoung was right you are most definitely not safe. you didn't even have anything to protect yourself should someone come through the door. so, you snuck out and made your way down the steps of the ship, down to where wooyoung took you to mingi to get your chains off on your first day. and you took a cutlass. you did fencing back home, how different could it be should you need to use the sword.

thinking about it, you decided to be nosey and have a look on the top deck at what was going on. big mistake as soon as you got to the stairs leading to the main deck. a person was walking down them, and they were clearly not from this crew he noticed you right away. he pulled his gun on you

oh...

you hadn't thought about guns but alas they were pirates after all, you closed your eyes and awaited the pain.

BANG!

you felt something hot spurt on your face, it wasn't you who got shot no, it was the guy who dropped down dead. you looked to the top of the stairs to who dealt the shot and there was the captain standing at the top gun pointed in your direction, smoke slightly coming from the muzzle.

“Get back to your room” he said in his usual cold voice and then he disappeared from the top of the stairs to what you assume, continue fighting. you however go against his order and go onto the main deck.

Everyone is fighting, some lay on the floor of the deck still, no longer moving.

looking, you see the captain at the starboard side fighting a guy with his cutlass and then he pierces the guy with his sword, removing his sword he shakes it to get the blood off and his gaze again falls on you. He looks pissed. He stalks toward you and grabs your arm tight.

“The hell did I tell you!? get back down there and stay in your room, you're gonna get yourself killed!” he yells at you, his grip tightening as he goes to drag you back down the stairs.

no. you've had enough of his attitude, captain or not. you yank your arm from his grip moving back quite a bit and yell straight back.

“No! I wanna help! and that's what I'll do!” you tell him gripping your cutlass tighter.

he looks at you with his eye, the other covered with his eyepatch like you're a crazy person and maybe you were. who knows

“Not happening.” he says again pointing his cutlass at you “you are going back down those stairs, and you will stay down there. hell, you don't know how to fight.” he says

you internally laugh. shows what he knows. you see his eyes slightly widen and you turn around only to block another sword with your cutlass. you hear the captain let out a curse as he again is occupied with his own opponent.

you have a back and forth of blocking the swings from the pirate in front of you as he too mocks you for being a girl.

“Wooyoung, Jongho!” you hear the captain shout

“we're a bit busy at the moment” they both shout back.

“I know that, when you get a minute just get her the heck away from here. she's gonna get herself killed” he yells back.

from what you can hear, you heard wooyoung slightly laugh.

“I think she can take care of herself captain!” he yells back

the captain looks at you after getting rid of his own opponent. and slightly laughs 'well I'll be damned; the girl can fight' he says to himself.

finally coming to your senses, you realise the pirate you were fighting was no longer In Front of you. oh. oh. you just killed someone.

you look about again and see someone about to strike their sword at the captain who was again occupied with someone, he's popular with these other pirates. and without even thinking you thrust your sword in the man's side and pull the bloody cutlass out as the man falls to the ground. the captain turns to see what happened and sees you and then the man lying on the floor.

you just killed two people... your thoughts were going wild, and your hands started to shake. you drop your cutlass and back up to the wall your breathing getting shorter, vision getting blurry except for the man Infront of you.

he kneels In Front of you placing his bloody hands on your face.

“Hey, hey. It's okay just breathe. breathe with me, okay?”' a man says trying to get your breathing regulated all whilst keeping his eye on the enemies. He ends up pulling his gun from its holster. BANG!

your hands fly to your ears and your eyes squeeze tight shut. you're pulled into a chest “you're okay. it's okay” softly whispered in your ear.

“Seonghwa!! come take her away to her room” the captain yelled. and you're soon being softly pulled to your feet and your head placed into a chest again.

“it's okay y/n, I got you. let's get you to your room, hmm?” it was seonghwa and you nodded your head against his chest.

...

you now back in the safety of your room, seonghwa long gone to help fight again. you sit on the bed, staring at the wall and let your thoughts again consume you.

you killed two people, took their lives. innocent or not. What if they had a family? Why did these people have a grudge towards the illusion crew? What if I stupidly died trying to fight these people? what if the captain didn't shoot that person-

you don't know how long you thought these thoughts floated about in your mind, but you are pulled from those thoughts from a soft knock on the door.

wooyoung...

he comes in your room and slowly knees in front of you, he looks sad. his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he looks at you and lips slightly pouted. he places his hands in your hands and looks up at your face.

“you okay?..” he asks softly

no. I'm not okay...

you slightly nod your head at his question, avoiding looking in his eyes.

he asks again. not believing your answer.

“Are you okay?”

this time you don't answer but your lips slightly quiver, and your eyes fill with tears that soon pour out. you shake your head no to his question this time.

“n-no, i'm not o-okay” you try to say. he's quick to react and suddenly he's sitting beside you on your bed. he brings your head to his chest and gently strokes the back of your head or rubs your back as he lets you cry out your tears, softly shushing you and whispering that "its okay" and to just let it out.

“shh shh, it's okay. you're okay. I got you y/n. just let all your tears out” he says gently rocking you both side to side

you unconsciously tighten your arms that are wrapped around him, trying to seek as much comfort from him as you can.

you don't know how long you were both like this for but eventually your tears stopped and you we're just sniffling from crying.

Wooyoung slightly pulls away from you and wipes the remainder of your tears from your bloody face with his thumbs. He sadly yet softly smiles at you.

“feel a bit better now?” he asks softly. you nod dabbing the wetness from your nose.

“you wanna talk about it?” he asked quietly

you again shake your head looking to the floor.

“n-no..” you let out quietly.

“c-can I clean your wound?” he asks.

it's your turn for your eyebrows to furrow. you look at him confused.

He gently grabs your arm and shows you the gash on your upper arm. you hadn't even realised you got injured....

“I noticed your arm bleeding when I saw Seonghwa bringing you back here... I asked San how to do it. so, can I?” he asked, still in a soft voice.

you look at him.

“'I don't know... wouldn't it be better for San to look at it..” you told him, still a bit quiet. you knew the cut didn't need stitches due to having got them before back home, but you still thought it would be better for a doctor to look.

wooyoung pouts at your answer he looks like a child to you, it reminds you of your younger siblings sometimes even your older brother...

“Come on! I even asked him how, I'm not gonna mess it up!” he whines to you.

you weren't gonna lie he was kinda cute, so you ended up giving in much to his satisfaction, he walked over to the table where he'd placed the items san gave him on his way in and sat back beside you on the bed. It was then he started to nervously laugh.

“I uh ahaha you're gonna need to take this side of your... shirt off..” he explained.

“I won't look, don't worry! i'll turn around” he told you getting up from his sitting position, his back now facing you as he stands in the corner of the room.

you sit still for a few moments and then with shaky hands start to unbutton the shirt you had on. your arm slightly stung as you removed it from the sleeve of the shirt off the other arm. you decided to put the shirt on backwards so you were able to cover your chest with your shirt and still have your left arm free so wooyoung could clean and bind it.

“o-okay you can come over now..” you told him and awkwardly he did. sitting back beside you you saw him slightly bite his lower lip as he took the damp cloth to clean the blood away from the cut.

his eyes looked so focused; you couldn't help but notice some of his features. the way his blonde hair falls slightly over his eyes and despite being a pirate how soft it looks, to the shape of his face, the way a light blush flushes his cheeks and even noticing the little mole that adorns his face under his left eye. you sharply breathe in as his eyes meet yours. his tongue slightly popping out to wet his dry lips.

“i'm gonna put this on now, it's probably gonna sting... a lot” he said as he pours the antiseptic on the cloth then dabbing it on your gash

he was right, it hurt like a bitch. you hiss from the pain, and you see from his eyes that he feels sorry for giving you pain.

he continues to dab the antiseptic soaked cloth into your wound. you see his hands slightly shaking. He then picks up the roll of white bandages and proceeds to wrap it around your now clean cut and then ties a knot in it, a bit too tight making you hiss slightly.

“sorry.. I didn't mean to hurt you…” he says softly

"It's okay” you say just as softly back.

and he stands from his seat to put the medicine back on the table along with the blood-soaked cloths. you don't know how you missed it when you've been looking at him the whole time he's been in here, but you notice that he's got bandages too... only his are more blood soaked than your fresh one.

you grab his arm.

“You were hurt too?” you asked.

he smiles at you and slightly pats your head, sitting back beside you.

“aye. I'm okay though, i just needed some stitches that's it” he says

your eyes slightly widen.

He was injured so badly he needed some stitches!!?

he laughs at your expression.

“San took good care of me so don't worry, okay? I don't need you to worry about me. just leave me to be the one worrying about you alright?” he tells you.

you bite your lip and look at him.

“Did it hurt?” you ask

he laughs and looks up then back at you.

“really? I shoulda been the one asking you that. but no...it didn't hurt, I'm used to injuries like this'' he explained.

you both sit in a bit of silence for a moment

“y/n I-” wooyoung began though he didn't get to finish his sentence by the door being knocked and opened, and there stood the fiery red head that hates your guts.

the captain.

he just stood. looking at you both.

wooyoung sighs and you notice he pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, and he stands.

“I'll go now” he says coldly, and he takes the medicine and cloths away and out the door leaving you with the captain.

What just happened...?

it's quiet and you don't bother to look at the captain.

“I've got a few things to say” the captain begins. he doesn't wait for your answer and walks further into your room, pulling up the chair to sit Infront of you.

you still don't look up at him, your eyes now looking at his boots.

he clasps his hands together and leans forward in his seat.

“Can you look at me when I speak to you?” he states coldly.

not wanting to piss him off further, you raise your gaze to meet his eye.

he slightly looks around your room and then back at you, nodding

“so, you can fight. you know how to use a sword. So I'll cut to the chase. I was talking to my crew and given your situation with your family, and the fact I lost some of my crew today, I'm still against the idea of having a woman on board but my crew seems to like you. so, I'd like you to join us. and Second, I wanna thank you for saving my life. I could've been heavily injured or dead if it wasn't for you. don't get me wrong though, just cause I'm thanking you and asking ye to join my crew doesn't mean i like you nor trust you.” he stands making his way to the door, opening it and just before he leaves, he turns to you again.

“you've got till we dock to give me your answer, what'll you do? join the illusion or you can get off my ship the next time we dock” he says still cold before leaving out the door to let you ponder your decision.

what will you do...?

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The Dating Odyssey: Eddie

Eddie Munson/Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington/Jim Hopper/Jonathan Byers x fem!reader

3.5k word count

fluff, idiot reader, reader who can't say no, choose your own adventure-ish

Part 1 / Steve's Ending / Jim's Ending

That night you had a fitful sleep. You couldn’t stop thinking about who you would choose and how you were supposed to let the other guys know you weren’t interested. You gave up trying to get any decent sort of sleep at 4am. You instead choose to hop up and get ready for work. You showered, dressed, had breakfast and your morning coffee and waited for the time to roll around for you to go to work. When they time finally rolled around you collected all the essays Carol left you to mark and packed them into your bag. A smile playing on your face. You couldn't wait to see her reaction when all her students got A's it was also a great distraction to the current situation. You grinned as you made the quick walk from your apartment to your car. The whole drive to Hawkins High you kept glancing over your bag. If Eddies plan worked and this landed Carol in hot water you would have to find a way to thank him. When you reached the school you quickly grabbed your bag and hurried through the doors. You had not taken 5 steps inside when you were stopped by a voice behind you.

“Ah Miss y/l/n just who I wanted to see”

“Of Principle Higgins sir how can I help you?” You turned around facing him

“I need you to cover Miss Perkins English classes today she has come down sick and can't make it”

“Oh I would be delighted to sir” You smiled a little too excited

“Okay well her classes rotate with yours so you should be fine let me know if you need any help” Principle Higgins walked off towards his office

Taking Carols classes meant you weren't going to be leaving early today like a normal Monday but at least you could pull off Eddies plan without Carol knowing until it was way, way too late to change anything. You were so going to have to track him down after school let out to tell him though, he was going to freak out. You headed off to your classroom to begin setting up for the day. You knew you were going to need to use your time this morning as well as recces and some of lunch to make sure all the classes went smoothly. The bell rang at 8:30 and most of the students filled into your room. Actually it was almost all of the students except of course the usual suspects Lucas, Dustin, Mike, Will and Max. About 5 minutes into your lesson the classroom door slammed open and all 5 of them came crashing into the class tripping over each other, yelling and screaming.

“Oh hay y/n, uh sorry we're late we all kinda slept in” Dustin spoke up

“You all slept in? I find that hard to believe” You crossed your arms trying to be serious but at the same time wanted to laugh at them

“Yeah, we were playing DnD at Eddies trailer like all day yesterday and it got super late so Eddie let us stay because his a really nice guy like that and anyway as I said he let us stay overnight and we all really slept in and it's like extremely difficult to wake Eddie up cause he sleeps almost completely naked and none of us really wanted to go wake him so we had to flip a coin and Mike lost but he was way to much of a wuss to go into Eddies room so...”

“Dustin, Dustin, ssh just take a seat and see me after class, way to much information dude geez” it took all your strength not to laugh and the image of an almost naked Eddie wasn't helping either.

The party apologised and took their seats while you resumed the lesson. Today's lesson was a practical lesson. After you re-explained the instruction everyone broke off into their lab groups to do the experiment. Many of the other students where whispering amongst each other about Dustin using your first name and the casualness between the group and you. The obvious concern was if their all friends with the teacher does that mean the teacher will give them an easy pass. But just because they were your students and you guessed your friends doesn't mean they were going to get an easy pass. Senior science passed quickly but before you could move on to Eddies plan you needed to speak with Dustin and the others. The group remained seated and waited for all the other students to file out of the classroom before saying anything.

“Hay we're really sorry for being late to class it wont' happen again” Mike spoke up when the last student left the class

“I don't care about that” You said “Just try not to make me almost burst out laughing in front of my class again”

“We can do that” Lucas smiled

“Great whose class do you have next?”

“Carols english class” Dustin rolled his eyes

“Oh sweet so I'm teaching her class today so I won't have to write you guys a note, I just have one quick guestion”

“Sweet best teacher her” Max cheered

“Whats your question?” Mike asked

“Where does Eddie live?”

“He has the trailer across from Max out at the trailer park” Will spoke up

“We're headed out to Max's after school if you want us to show you?” Dustin offered

“Yeah sure I'll drive yous but uh someone may need to sit on the floor or the back seat will be very crowded”

“Oh Eddies going to pick us up so we can split between the cars” Dustin said

“I am so going with y/n I am not getting in the back of Eddies van again” Max said

The kids slung their bags over there shoulders and you all began walking in one large group to the next class room. Once they were seated you retrieved the large pile of essays from your bag. As you called the roll you had them come up and collect their essays. Whispers broke out all over the classroom as students started to realise they all got As. You had a small giggle at their excitement before calming them down and explain the class for the day. It was simple read the next few chapters in the book they had been reading and answer a simple question for homework or they could do it during class if they had time. When the recces bell range you were super excited about the rest of the day and how the rest of the students would react to their As. Recces was spent preparing for your next science lesson and picking chapters and questions for the next 2 English classes. The science lesson went by in a blur due to your excitement to get to the next English lesson. You may have been more excited and moved faster then your students when the bell rang to signal the end of class. Normally this is the point of the day where you would be headed to the staff room to finalize your paperwork for the day so you could leave at lunch time. But instead you had 3 more English classes all of which you decided to keep simple. Read the chapters answer the question. Most of Carols students wouldn't be taking home homework tonight if they worked fast enough. You took a seat at the teachers desk called for silence and began calling names and handing out essays. Just like before the As were met with excited whispers. Rinse and repeat until the last bell of the day sounded. A smirk broke out on your face as you raced to pack your bag and get out of there for the day. When you entered the hallway you were met with a commotion.

“Excuse me! Coming through! Move people move!” Dustin's voice rang out down the hall

Soon the group of misfit teens stood before you Dustin in the lead.

“You lot ready to go” You laughed

“Been ready to leave since I walked in this morning” Dustin threw him arms around in over exaggerated movements

“Great I just need to drop some stuff in the office and we'll be good to go if someone wants to go let Eddie know the plans” You looked between the kids

“I'll go” Dustin said running off

You shook your head at the boy and started towards the office with the others trailing behind you. They all apparently wanted to go in your car because they didn't trust Eddies driving, not to mention his van didn't have any seats in the back. You made your way quickly to the office, dropped all your paperwork on your desk and left before anyone could pull you up. You quickly made your way to the school parking lot the group still chatting away behind you. They always seemed to have something to chat about. You'd even noticed them passing letters in class but you never pulled them up on it because the always done there work and it didn't really seem like much of a distraction. You opened the doors to the parking lot to find Eddie conveniently parked next to your car. Dustin had already climbed into Eddies van and was impatiently yelling at you all out the window. You and the kids basically jogged over to your car. You opened up the car from them before quickly turning to Eddie who was standing patiently beside his van.

“Hay Munson” You smiled

“Hay y/l/n did the plan work?” Eddie had an evil smirk

“Thats for me to know and you to find out, now get in that death trap and lead the way” You laughed climbing into your car.

Eddie quickled climbed into his van and roared the engine to life. He speed out of the parking lot, leaving you to curse and try to speed to keep up with him. The last thing you needed was a speeding ticket or worse to be pulled over by the sheriff. But you made it to the trailer park without incident. Eddie brought his van to a stop outside what you guessed to be his trailer. You pulled up alongside the van. The teens immediately started falling over each other to get out of the car. Once out they ran screaming at each other to a trailer almost directly across from the one you were park outside of.

“I'm guessing that's Max's place?” You said to Eddie

“It sure is, and this is my castle” Eddie stretched his arms out while looking at his trailer “So sweetheart is there a reason you wanted to know where I lived?” Eddie smirked at you

“Oh well I wanted to come tell you how your plan worked out”

Eddie motioned to the front door of the trailer. He went first holding open the front door like a gentleman. Someone had really raised this man right. You stepped into Eddie trailer and couldn't help but look around. You found yourself stood in Eddies open lounge and kitchen area. The walls where decorated with mugs and caps. His uncle Wayne's he told you when he noticed you look. He guided you down the hallway that stood just off the kitchen. The hallway was small and had only two other doors in it. One lead to a tiny bathroom and the other was Eddie's room. And it was exactly what you thought Eddies room would look like. The guitar he played the other night hung on the wall next to a mirror that was almost covered in everything heavy metal. He had heavy metal band posters on the walls and a recorder player with a large pile of records and cassettes next to it. The room was a messy, the bed unmade. It truly matched the man that lived in it.

“I thought you said your Uncle lived here too?” You said

“Oh he sleeps on the couch, his never really home anyway his always working” Eddie shrugged “Now how did our plan go?”

You gave Eddie a big grin before jumping at him. Eddie despite being taken by surprise was able to react fast enough to catch you wrapped his arms under you butt to hold you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

“It worked perfectly Eds!” You giggled “And guess what Carol wasn't even there today so she had no idea what's just happened”

“Yeah Henderson wouldn't shut up about his A” Eddie chuckled

You stopped giggling and moved back from Eddie. He placed you gently on the floor but kept you in his arms. One of his hands came up to move a stray hair away from your face. Before you could react his lips where on yours. The kiss was full of love and passion. You found your hands moving back around Eddies neck and coming to a rest in his wild curly hair. His arms where wrapped around you waist holding you firmly against him. You never wanted that kiss to end. There was something in that kiss, something that seemed to make your decision for you. Your heart wanted Eddie but your brain was screaming at you that you couldn't go into a relationship with Eddie built on lies. You needed to tell him about the other dates. Steve was right they all deserved to know. You broke the kiss. You pulled back and looked up at Eddie.

“I'm sorry I couldn't help myself” Eddie blushed

“No Eddie I'm sorry” You sighed looking down to the carpet not wanting to face the man in front of you. The man whose heart you were probably about to shatter.

“You've done nothing wrong” Eddie placed a finger under your chin forcing you to look up at him.

“I lied to you Eddie” Your eyes started to fill with tears.

“Lied? About what?” Eddie tried to chuckle

“I did go on a date with Jonathan” You said “And with Steve”

“Shit, shit, shit” Eddie put his hands on his head and turned away from you

“I'm sorry Eds, I also went on a date with Billy and Hop over the weekend too” Might as well give him the whole picture you thought

“4 other dates, Jesus Christ!” Eddie was trying to keep his voice down but he was now pacing his room “I...I need time to think”

Eddie took off out of his trailer leaving you alone. You heard his van roar to life. The sound tear your heart to shreds. You fought back the tears that were about to fall and left Eddies trailer. You walked across the road to Max's trailer. You could see the teens peeking out a window clearly interested in what was happening between you and Eddie. But when they seen him speed off and you come walking out on your own they quickly ducked away from the window clearly not wanting to get caught. You knocked on the door of Max's trailer and she was super quick to answer.

“Oh y/n your still here” Max tried to act like she hadn't just seen you walk across the road from Eddies

“Yeah, uh, I'm actually about to head off and just wanted to see if anyone here needed a lift home” You said trying to sound happy

“No we're good here, Steve and Nancy where going to give us all lifts home” Dustin called out

“No problems, see you at school tomorrow” You called back

You waved to Max and made your way back to your car. You made the drive back to your apartment slow. So slow in fact that you got pulled over by none other then the sheriff himself. You cursed silently to yourself and wiped at the tears that had stained your face. You pulled the car over safety, Hop pulling in close behind you. Hopped climbed out of his car and walked towards your face head down not paying attention writing something in a note book. He only looked up when he got to your car.

“You do realise you were driving way below the speed limit right?” He said looking up “y/n what are you doing all the way out here?”

“Breaking hearts apparently” You sniffled

“Oh hay honey what's the matter?” Hop opened your car door and kneeled down beside you

“I just told Eddie Munson that I went on dates with not only him but you and 3 other guys this weekend” You spilled out before you could stop your self.

“Oh well that's impressive” Hop chuckled

“Your not mad”

“Oh I'm fricken' furious” Hop stood up “But ain't much I can do about it, just try to go the speed limit” Hop slammed your door a little too hard before walking back to his patrol car.

You sat in silence for a few minutes gathering your thoughts before starting on your way back home. Just as you pulled into your parking spot out the front of your building it started to pour down. Just what you needed you thought. The weather was just as miserable as you. You sat in your car and watched the rain run down the windscreen. You left your umbrella inside and you really didn't feel like getting wet. The plan was to wait for a break in the rain then make a run for it. You sat in your car for almost an hour with no signs of the rain stopping. It was then that you spotted a familiar mop of curly hair. Except the usually wild bouncy curl's where now soaked and flat clinging to the face of their owner. Eddie Munson was running through the rain and right to your door. He didn't see you sitting in the car. Instead he ran straight past and under the small amount of cover the front awning of your building provided. He rang the buzzer for your apartment and waited. You sat in shock, your brain racing to process what your eyes were seeing. Eddie pressed your buzzer a few more times but when there came no answer he dropped his shoulders and walked back out into the rain. You couldn't let him leave, you needed to apologise for everything, you needed to try to make things right. In one swift movement you were out of the car and standing on the side walk. Eddie had his back to you, walking slowly away.

“Eddie!” You shouted

Eddie spun on his heels. He jogged back over to you while you stood frozen in the rain. It was like a scene from a sappy romantic movie.

“You didn't answer the door” Eddie said coming to a stop in front of you

“I was sitting in my car” You said pointing to your car

“Look y/n I'm so sorry for everything” Eddie grabbed your hands “I love you, you drive me crazy in all the best ways, I want to be with you, I want to be yours and only yours forever, I spoke to Steve, Jonathan and Billy, I told them what you did and I told them I wouldn't force you to pick and they shouldn't either. It should be up to you. I don't know why you choose to go on so many dates, I don't know if you even liked any of us to begin with, I don't know if you love me as much as I love you, or if you want to be with me or if you've chosen someone else. All I do know is I couldn't let you go without tell you exactly how I feel”

You didn't know how to responded to Eddies speech. You didn't think there was any words good enough to say to something like that, so you did the one thing you knew would get across what you were feeling. You wrapped your arms around Eddie neck and pulled him into a kiss. Something Eddie accepted without delay. He wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you flush against him. Your lips moved perfectly together like two pieces of a puzzle. You were both completely soaked by this point but neither of your cared. Anyone walking past would think you were trying to completely every romantic cliché ever invented. You eventually pulled apart trying to fill your lungs with much needed air. Eddie smiled down at you still holding you in his arms. This all felt so right. You knew you found the one for you.

“Do you want to come inside and have a hot shower?” You asked

“That would be wonderful it's freezing out here” Eddie laughed as you ran to the front door of youe apartment.

#jim hopper #eddie munson x reader #jim hopper x reader #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #jonathan byers #jonathan byers x reader #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things

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daaydreamy · 2 years

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Give us a filthy like really dirty one shot how subrry sucks on y/n nipple

i love your boobs

summary: harry loves y/n’s boobs.

warnings: coarse language, smut

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

•••

Harry’s a boob kinda guy.

He especially liked Y/N’s boobs. They were perfect.

Like right now, they were perfect to lay his head on while he slept peacefully. His head was resting perfectly on her boobs while she scrolled on her phone quietly, mindlessly stroking his soft curls. His lips were parted to breathe, sleeping without a dream as he laid close to Y/N. This was Harry’s favorite way of falling asleep, lying close to her, relaxing from her hand running through his hair, and his head on her boobs.

Y/N didn’t mind all that much. In fact, she found it sort of endearing. Plus, she liked looking down ever so often to admire Harry as he slept, sometimes brushing the tips of her fingers along his delicate features. Most of the time, after coming home from a long day, he’d fall down onto the bed next to her, before scooting closer to lie on top of her.

“I can’t really breathe, you’re crushing me.”

“Oh, sorry,” He murmured before moving barely an inch off of her, “Is that better?”

“Not really.”

“Okay.” He said softly, staying in that same position on top of her body, making her laugh.

Harry liked holding Y/N’s boobs as well.

During sex, he’d grope them with his hands greedily, squeezing softly and pinching her nipples. He liked having them in his hands, he wasn’t sure why, but he did. He guessed it was just the feeling of them in his hands which was why he liked it. He wouldn’t just hold them during sex either, he’d hold them whenever she was either washing the dishes, cooking, watching the TV, and when she was literally just standing somewhere near him (but of course not in public).

“Jesus Christ, you scared me.” Y/N laughed softly and put the glass that was half-filled with water down on the kitchen counter, looking over her shoulder to look at Harry who was standing behind her. He had suddenly come up to her without her hearing him and placed his hands on her sides, before they eventually traveled under her shirt and all the way up to her boobs.

“What are you doing?” Y/N furrowed her brows a bit as she looked down at her chest, bringing her own hands up to place them on Harry’s above her shirt.

“I missed them.”

“What? My boobs?”

“Mhm.” He hummed, nuzzling the side of her neck with his nose.

“We’ve been at home all day.”

“And I haven’t held them today yet, so…”

“Right, please get your hands out of my shirt, I’m not planning on standing here all day.”

Harry pouted softly, “Why not?”

He also really liked kissing her boobs too.

Also during sex, he loved to bring his head down to her chest to kiss at the soft flesh of her tits. He nibbled ever so often and would kiss over her nipples before taking one into his mouth, running his tongue over it. He’d smile a bit whenever she let out a soft whimper when he grazed his teeth against her nipple gently, amused from how her body reacted to the sensation.

Or sometimes whenever he was laying his head on her chest, he’d lean in to kiss the exposed flesh a bit. She would giggle from the feeling of his lips brushing against her skin, which made Harry smile.

Sometimes, he’d push his head up her shirt to kiss her tits. He would be holding her close, kissing the soft flesh and moaning softly against her.

“Ah! H, you could’ve at least warned me!” Y/N said in surprise when Harry suddenly went up her shirt, peeking through her collar, only to see Harry’s curls.

“‘M sorry.” Harry mumbled, focused on keeping his lips pressed up against her skin.

“God, you’re insufferable.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“You’re right, I don’t.”

a/n: yes i know two boobie oneshots in a row but anyway sorry if it’s too short! i have another fic about harry being obsessed with y/n’s boobs right here so feel free to check that out! feedback is always appreciated :) bye love you kiss kiss

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#💌┊anonymous #sub!harry #subrry #harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles smut #harry styles fluff #harry styles x reader #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x you #sub!harry x soft dom!reader #soft dom!reader #soft dom!y/n #writing

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trippygalaxy · 1 year

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Your writing on Twilight, wild and time with a sleepwalker their reader is amazing!!

Is it okay to request a separate headcanon on four,sky and legend??

Ah geez, thank you!!! ☺️ but yes you may!

Pairing: Four, Sky, Legend x gn!reader (separately) Warnings: None Part 1 Part 3

Sky

Another worrier but is a lot more mellow with his concerns

He'll like to talk over everything with you and make a mental list of things he should and shouldn't do when it comes to waking you up.

The last thing Sky wants to do it cause any distress to you!

Sky is very much a cuddler and tends to wrap himself around your whilst you two slept. This meant that most days you actually couldn't really...sleep "walk" more like...sleep gesture.

Whoever is on night watch can see you flopping/wiggling your arms in Sky's tight hold while your hands gesture widely. It's very amusing to watch

Somehow Sky doesn't wake up even as your practical break dancing in his hold, which is somewhat concerning?? but that's a different topic for another day.

Despite this, some nights you do manage to break from his hold (which honestly? respect) and scroll around the the area as you pleased!

Now, most people would think that Sky would sleep through your sleepy escape but surprisingly Sky is quick to take notice of the lack of warmth and comfort he's know to expect.

So if the nightly watch hadn't stopped or brought you back to camp, expect a very panic but sleepy Sky to be rushing after you to keep you safe <3

Four

Is still concerned about your well being but honestly, he's kinda more interested in your nightly habits

Now! When I say this I don't mean that Four is glossing over the risks/concerns he has and is experimenting on ya-- he obviously has a nice sit down with you when the topic is brought up and makes sure that all ya'll ducks are in a row!

If you want, he can forge something to make sure you stay in one place whilst you slept. "You want to put me in shackles?" "NO! NOT SHACKLES---"

Four certainly has quite a few questions for you! I mean, you're the first person he's met that actually sleepwalks! That's bound to bring up a butt load of questions!

He'll obviously back down if you're uncomfortable with his questions and apologize for coming off as rude!

BUT if you are willing to answer, his eyes light up like the fourth of july (or the hyilan equivalent!) as he pulls out a note pad.....When tf did he have a note pad??

His questions tend to range from..."When did you start sleeping walking" to "what base instincts do you retain in your sleep?"

...While...testing one of his theories. You may or may not have clocked Four in the face...As an 'instinct'

Safe to say, yall experiments were shut down immediately afterwards

Legend

Mind immediately goes to worst case scenario!! Blood pressure is through the roof at the thought of something happening to you during the night

Legend starts rambling off questions, some that even took Time off guard for a moment.

"Are you cursed?! Is it some sort of spell? What deity did you piss off!" "Are you some secret night guardian thing? OR A GOLEM?! ARE YOU A GOLEM?!"

It's best for everyone if you cut Legend off from his anxious rambling cause if not...He's gonna go on for quite a while

might give himself some grey hairs too while he's at it!

Now, your origins of your sleepwalking doesn't matter too much (if its a curse than it does but just go along with it!) cause Legend will treat you the same no matter what

He will offer up any items or options that he has that might help with your nightly habits!

Being the hoarder he is, he has quite a few elixirs that will entice you into a magical slumber. His train of thought is that maybe you're not getting enough deep sleep or can't slip into that state alone!

Legend also has some items that do similar effects if you're not comfortable ingesting potions along those lines!

#trippy answers #linked universe #linked universe headcanons #linked universe x reader #lu four #lu sky #lu legend #x reader #reader insert #🛸alien doodle🛸#tales out of orbit

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gabessquishytum · 6 months

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going back to the original Warprize!Hob premise:

A few days after his capture- and multiple rounds of aphrodisiacs- Hob manages to escape.

It's not for long- he's tired, weak, and still kind of out of it- but it's long enough that Dream is pissed.

Dream uses his magic sand to send him into a deep sleep after Hob's been dragged back to the castle. Can't have Hob fighting, after all.

When Hob wakes up, he's clean and well rested, though he has a throbbing headache. He's also naked and chained to the bed via the new collar around his neck. And... there's a tattoo, now. Just above his groin, about the size of or slightly bigger than his hand and faintly glowing.

And then Dream enters.

He sensed Hob wake up, he says, and wanted to be the one to explain. How angry he was at Hob's escape and at the humiliation. How the fury gave way to something else. How after Hob was returned, Dream brought him back to his- their, now- quarters and ordered the servants and guards away from that part of the castle.

Dream explains how he burned the dirty clothes Hob had been wearing and bathed him himself, made the collar himself, made the tattoo himself, slaving away at his books and drawings for days while Hob slept.

"The tattoo," he says, "is magic." It marks Hob as his. And depending on the amount of magic Dream puts into it, well--

Hob wasn't even hard but the moment Dream touches the tattoo and pushes his magic into he, he comes. Dream does it again. And again, and again, and again, Hob coming with a cry each time.

"This magic is new," he says, sending Hob into another orgasm. "We're going to have so much fun exploring it together."

Hob comes again.

Dream purrs.

Ah yes, I do love a magic tattoo.

The aphrodisiacs are all well and good but they just clearly aren't enough to someone as spirited as Hob. Dream admits he almost admires Hob’s courage and resistance. That it only made him want him more.

The tattoo won't change Hob’s life much, Dream promises. It's just that now Dream will be able to monitor him. Keep a closer eye on his bodily functions. Control his bodily functions, in fact. His hunger, his thirst, his urge to urinate, his ability to orgasm, even the ability to breathe. If Hob behaves nicely, he will be allowed to do all of those things as normal. But if he misbehaves, there will be consequences.

Hob writhes and sobs on the bed. Dream is quite adequately demonstrating his control of Hob’s body. He must have cum a dozen times now and it hurts, he can feel his body dehydrating and curling in on itself. He's got a horrible feeling that Dream could make him cum to the point of death if he wanted to.

But Dream would never do such a thing. He's dedicated to Hob’s wellbeing. He presses his hand against the tattoo and the most exquisite pleasure pulses through Hob’s body, so overwhelming that he forgets everything he's ever known except for Dream. Nothing matters except being close to Dream, no one can love him and care for him like Dream can, he belongs to Dream...

Dream is thrilled and amazed that his magic worked so well! He wasn't expecting such great results the first time! The tattoo can modified if there's anything he wants to add in the future, but for now? Hob is perfect. He's going to be a proper warprize now, something that Dream can show off with pride. He can't wait to ignite the jealousy of the entire land as Hob knees at his feet and orgasms so prettily, over and over again...

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw dubcon #cw body modification

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pixies-and-poets · 3 months

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Ogh please please please vampire!phantom with something... soft : ]

It was the early hours of the morning. The poet yawned and slid a paw under his glasses to rub his weary eyes. He hadn't been at the castle for long, and... he wasn't exactly sure what his long-term sleep schedule was going to be. Right now, in these hours, his circadian rhythm was more of a circadian cacophony.

He had once been an early riser, and it went against all of his old habits to fall asleep with the sunrise. And yet these days that's when sleep invariably came upon him... easier than sleep had ever come before, and scarcely voluntary... because, after all, that was when his Lord fed. Sleep came freely, the drowsiness rushing into him, after the world's most effective acupuncture routine had drained him of just enough of his lifeblood. And so he slept all day, and was awake and working on his writing all night, and that was that. Still, his body was getting used to the demands imposed upon it, and--

A knock on his bedchamber door awoke the writer from his musings. "My Lord? Is that you?"

"Oui, mon poète. May I enter?"

"Most happily you may," said Woodrow. But as the door opened, he continued, "You are back early, my Lord. There are hours yet before sunrise. Are you tired?"

"Ah, no, mon cœur. It's just... I had a particular desire."

Woodrow blushed, but before he worked up enough sensibility to ask what this desire was exactly, the vampire continued.

"Do you have any fear of heights?"

"Heights!" repeated the poet. "Not as such... I try to keep myself away from high places due to my ill fortune.... but no, I do not dread them naturally. In fact, I once wore stilts of my own volition..." It would be most unfortunate if he DID have this fear, he thought to himself, considering the permanent growth spurt the Fates had granted him.

The vampire, who did not know all of the writer's past, took this to mean he had extended his already unusual tallness, and laughed at the mental image. "I should have liked to see it! But, well, let us waste no more time then- there are things I'd like YOU to see. Come-" and with that he floated towards the room's large window.

Woodrow was slightly confused, as he already gazed out this window frequently. But then Lord Phan undid the latch, and cast the panes open.

Before the poet knew what was happening, he was snatched up in the vampire's grasp, held tight to his chest. His wings unfurled with a loud leathery flap, and the two of them shot out through the opening.

The wings, of course, were unnecessary for the ghost's flight, but they did help with speed... and thus they rocketed upward, towards the crescent moon. As they reached great heights at great velocity, the poet's instinct was to scream- this was a little more than a normal fear of heights would account for - but he swallowed it, and clutched at the vampire's cravat, looking downwards at the castle becoming smaller and smaller.

Soon enough the vampire stopped. The air at this height was chill and moist, and the vampire himself was no less cold, but held so tightly and protectively in his claws, the poet felt warm. And safe. He looked down at Spooky Trails as he had never seen it... rivers and creeks winding through forest, ruined abbeys and derelict villages, and Lord Phan's castle itself, with the grand stage in its courtyard and the Moon Gate further on. Even the occasional creature moved about, both corporeal and spectral, so small that he could scarcely make out their species- just that the glowing white dots were likely Boos. To those below, the Phantom would also be a barely-discernible speck, the poet effectively invisible and the vampire's glowing belly looking like just another star in the sky.

"It's beautiful from up here," said the poet in awe.

"Yes," said the vampire. "I wanted to show you my domain as I see it. The idea came to me when I was in flight. I noticed you often write about birds in your work, so... I surmised that perhaps you might enjoy the bird's eye view. Or the bat's, as it were. You are part of my world, and thus ought to see my world."

"Oh, my Lord, I... thank you."

"You are certain you aren't afraid?"

"I'm never afraid when you're here."

The vampire purred at this, and nuzzled into the poet's neck. Freeing his arms from under the Phantom's grasp, the poet loosened his own collar, starting with the ribbon that held it tight. He looked back down at the world below him, and felt the familiar sting in his neck. Perhaps it was just the intensity of the setting, the dizziness of the heights and the thinness of the air, that made the experience seem extra intense; but the vampire seemed especially amorous tonight, the little licks and the hungry suction at the poet's veins just the right amount of passion tempered by tenderness. He sighed, reaching up a hand absentmindedly to stroke the vampire's cheek and play with his hair, but soon his vision went fuzzy and his paw fell limp.

Lord Phan finished his work, and held the man in his arms tighter than ever, now barely conscious and floppy as a ragdoll. Soon he would flutter back down to the window and lay him into bed. For now he held him, supporting his head close to his own chest, feeling the warmth of the poet's body on his exterior and the even more intense heat of his freshly given blood inside him. Indeed, the satisfaction was external and internal....

He looked down at the world below. A world that recently he was seeing in a new way, illuminated and given vibrancy by the work of his favorite poet. A world that was better than he had ever known it could be.

#mario plus rabbids #mario + rabbids #alter answers #phandrow #SoH vampire AU

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damn-stark · 2 years

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Part 2 The Golden & The No Name Knight

Part 2 of The Lion and The Dragon

A/N- I’ll continue the rest of this series!

Pairing- Aemond Targaryen x Lannister!fem-reader

Warning- Angst, language, forced marriage, violence and blood.

Episode- takes place before 1x08

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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The sounds of swords clashing mixed in the breeze, making Nyra’s words beside you difficult to hear.

“….repeat it!” She exclaims the last bit of her sentence.

You shake your head and narrow your gaze. “I—what? I didn’t quite catch that. Repeat it.”

Nyra groans and parts his lips to repeat herself for the second time. “I said...”

Yet her words once again get tuned out the moment you catch your dear and loving husband, Prince Aemond, in the training yard.

He’s quick and swift with each swing and every duck to evade the knight you know as Ser Criston Cole. For someone so slender compared to his dueling partner, Aemond is quite strong and manages to push off Ser Criston’s sword before he kicks him away with ease.

Hm.

He hadn’t noticed you watching yet—or so you think. But you did take in every step he did and memorized it, wondered if that could ever be you, training like them in public.

It’s not to say that you wish to become a man to hold a sword, no, none of that. You wondered if you could ever become a fierce woman warrior just like Queen Visenya was, be as comfortable in ringmail just as you are in silk. Just like how it was told she was. That’s your wish.

To be remembered as something fierce and not be forgotten, or written down as a simple wife and mother.

Sometimes—no, most of the times when you daydream, you like to imagine yourself holding a sword and fighting like the brave warriors.

“Ah,” Nyra finally comments, having given up trying to teach you what was in the scripture for now. “Gawking are we? It was that good,” she snickers.

Your eyes widen and you quickly snap your head towards her to swat her arm. “Nyra,” you hiss and proceed to navigate your way through the damned castle. “Quiet. I told you to be quiet.”

Nyra lingers behind for a bit before she giggles and skips to catch up to you. “Tell me did he show you his eye?”

You roll your eyes and walk back inside the castle to try and return to your chambers after having wandered a bit too far. “Why—” you sigh and shake your head. “No he did not show me his eye.”

Nyra hums and stops, forcing you to do the same.

“So he slept with the patch on?” She questions.

You press your lips together and let out a deep breath before turning and shaking your head again. “No,” you tell her. “The prince did not end up staying the night, so I wouldn't know.”

Nyra scoffs and steps towards you to continue walking. “Well, regardless, he totally saw you just now. So if you ask nicely maybe he’ll teach you a thing or two.”

“Yeah,” you scoff. “Sure, but my dear Nyra, I am but a fragile maiden, I cannot touch a sword,” you add sarcastically. “Who knows what might happen, my arm might fall off, or worse yet, I may grow a pair of balls.”

“See,” Nyra retorts with a pointed glare. “It’s this attitude that made him not want to stay the night.”

You giggle and clasp your hands behind your back as you turn yet another hall that looks like all the others.

“This castle is too big. I swear we just went in a circle,” you complain.

“So is your belly swollen,” Nyra blurts and touches your belly. “Are you expecting?” She smirks.

You smack her hand away and snap back. “No! It’s been five days!”

Nyra shrugs. “So?” She quips. “You know Alyssa Hill?”

You squint and think, but can’t come up with a face. “No. There was like three of those.”

She sighs and snaps her fingers. “Alyssa Hill, the blonde, dark eyed one. Eyes black as coal?”

“Oh! Yes! Her! What about her?” You question.

Nyra smirks again as she gets all smug. “She began to show five days after she lay with her husband.”

You scoff. “That’s because she was also with the stable boy before getting married,” you retort, making Nyra stop and gasp.

“How do you know that?!”

You stop and peer back to smirk at her. “I know things,” you shrug. “I was the lady of Casterly Rock, it’s my job.”

Nyra skips towards you and hooks her arm around yours to continue walking and getting even more lost.

Nevertheless, it’s as you’re trying to navigate your way back to your chambers that you actually stumble across your husband and his brother.

Nyra spotted them first just as you were going to turn the corner and quickly yanks you back.

“What are you—”

She slaps her hand on your mouth and puts her finger against her lip to shush you and then point out to the hall.

At first you don’t understand, not until you recognize his voice.

“….she is no Valyrian or Targaryen,” you hear Aemond say. “True. I didn’t get as lucky as you, brother.”

He’s talking about you.

When you understand that you meet Nyra’s amber gaze and pull her hand off your mouth.

“No, you didn’t,” Aegon counters. “You got married to a plain looking Lannister. The handmaiden is far prettier, lay with her, or I can introduce you to some silver-haired woman if it pleases you.”

You clench your jaw and drop your gaze, and wait, actually fucking wait for Aemond to defend you, but that was foolish of you to hope for.

“My wife,” he says, “is tolerable, but it’s what her family offers that brought forth our match. Don’t forget that Aegon.”

The marriage was not one out of love, yes, but there was still some part of you, a small part within that hoped he at least found you agreeable. It isn't so, and that stung.

“It’s not for me to remember,” Aegon retorts. “Yet, that’s beside the point, marriage doesn’t mean dedication.”

Aemond scoffs and then footsteps continue to come forward, causing you and Nyra to panic and begin to stumble as you both try to turn to walk back where you had come from.

“Fuck, fuck,” you whisper and try to pull her back. “Fuck.”

However, it’s as you’re pushing yourself forward and stumbling over your own feet that Nyra accidentally pushes you to the wall. And rather than hitting it and coming to a sudden halt, the wall moves and you fall back into some hidden hall, pulling Nyra with you.

Aegon and Aemond get closer so instead of getting out Nyra and you close the wall, or the door, whatever it is and hide behind it to wait for them to pass; thanking the gods that they had dropped their conversation about you and instead Aemond seemed to be scolding his older brother. Their conversation was a bit muffled behind the wall to hear clearly.

“Did they pass?” Nyra whispers a few minutes later.

You shrug and snap back. “I don’t know, how am I meant to know?”

Nyra pushes the wall just a bit back to let you peek your head out.

“So?”

You look from side to side and see no one. Thank the gods. “It’s clear, let’s go,” you urge her and grab her hand to help her out.

Nyra pushes the wall close and lets you drag her away.

“That was close,” she whispers. “I thought I was gonna piss myself.”

You touch your chest and sigh. “Me too.”

“That was,” she brings up slowly. “Something. I wonder where those halls lead to.”

“Probably, my guess around the castle,” you share. “If only it led to my room.” You grumble. “I think we’re lost.” You let her hand go and walk in silence, guessing for the most part where to go, basing it mostly off memory and trying not to think of how deeply the Prince just wounded your pride.

Is there a point in trying to impress him any further? Sure it’s only been a few days since your marriage began, but if he found you so plain and barely tolerable then what is the point?

“I don’t think he meant it,” Nyra blurts.

Great. It’s like she’s reading your mind.

Then again much like you, that’s all she was probably thinking about since she heard him.

“What?” You act clueless.

“Prince Aemond,” she clarifies. “I mean it’s not like he’s the type of person to be all affectionate. I mean he doesn’t look it.”

You scoff and carefully fiddle with your fingers. “My marriage is one made of convenience. I’m rich, his family wants my fathers money. They want to secure our money with our marriage. That’s all it is, I’m not wounded by his words, especially not the words of his brother,” you spat.

Nyra hums and steals a look at you, catching the sad frown and obvious hurt look on your face that cracked through the feigned nonchalant expression.

“And as true as that may be, love can still grow from such a sour match,” she tries to assure you. “Only if you try.”

You quickly shoot her a narrowed look and counter. “Was it not you that said that it didn’t matter if there was love or not?”

Nyra smirks and meets your gaze. “Yes, but I’ve changed my mind.” She grabs your arm and leans towards you. “I want you to make him fall madly in love with you, my lady Lannister. Show him your wits, show him that no other woman in this world compares to you…”

The corner of your lips begin to tug to a smile but you try to play off your fluster by shaking your head and hiding your face.

“Be the badass bitch I know you are,” she continues. “Show him what he is missing.” She grins. “Be the lioness that—”

“Shut up,” you giggle.

Nyra drops her head and laughs at the floor as you turn the corner of some hall. And since you had your eyes downcasted you only barely manage to catch the pair of knights walking towards you.

The moment they stop you do too and intend to walk past them, but as you glance up you notice your beloved brave knight.

“Ser Robert,” you greet with a smile.

The old knight bows his head. “My Lady,” he says and looks at your side. “Nyra.”

Said girl smiles at the man and then can’t help but drift her eyes to the side to the knight beside Ser Robert, at the same time you do.

Your look is brief at first of course, you’re focused on your friend mostly, but then when you notice how blue his eyes are contrasted to his dark hair you take a second glance.

He’s quite charming actually. Maybe as tall as Aemond by the looks of it. Striking and a strong facial structure, a perfectly cut beard decorates his face, and mustache to accompany it. There's a cockiness in the way he stands, in his serious gaze piercing into you.

Aemond has this brooding and intimidating look that attracts you even if it shouldn’t, but this man…this talk and dark haired man is eye-catching in more of a…well, who knows really. He’s just eye-catching.

“If I may ask my Lady why is it you’re all the way out here?” Ser Robert asks and pulls your attention back to him.

“Oh,” you mouth and glance around. “To admit the embarrassing truth…” you laugh softly. “We’re quite lost. If you may, could you help us back to my chambers?” You smile sweetly.

Ser Robert smiles and nods. “Of course, it actually works out quite well. I was actually on my way to you.” He points his head forward and begins guiding Nyra and you back to your chambers.

“And why is that?” You question as you fall by his side.

Ser Robert glances at you and sighs before he focuses back on his path ahead. “We’ll speak when we reach your room.”

You look over at him and hum as you grow concerned.

“So tell me,” Ser Robert chuckles breathlessly. “How did you both manage to get lost? You’re near the training yard.”

You clasp your hands in front of you and avert your gaze. “Well,” you sigh. “We walked to the gardens. After our time there we intended to return to my room, but I think we took the wrong turn.”

“It was more the Lady’s pride that got us lost,” Nyra interjects, making you peer back to glare at her.

Ser Robert shares a hearty chuckle and rather than speaking, the other knight does. “The castle is quite big,” he says with a thicker accent, in a bit of a huskier voice. “I got lost for about a month before I managed to finally find my way around.”

“How did you find your way?” You ask with a faint smile.

The knight sighs and laughs. “Uhm, I had help for a month. A guide.”

Your smile deepens. “Well without my dear husband at my side to help,” you say with a hint of smugness. “I think I might be needing one as well, I wouldn’t want to get lost and never find my way.”

The knight scoffs in amusement. “Well whenever it pleases my Lady, I would be honored to take you on a tour so you can map the castle.”

You look at him over your shoulder and offer him a sweet smile and a nod.

Silence falls over the group soon after, but anticipation for what Ser Robert needed to talk about rose higher with each you took, and the more you recognized the halls as you got closer you got to your chambers. There were many instances where you wanted to end such silence to probe, but you knew Ser Robert wouldn’t give in so easily, so pleading would be useless. You had to wait. You did for what felt like eternity.

The moment you made it in your room, you didn’t bother to ask why the second knight walked in behind Ser Robert, your eagerness to know made you forget your manners.

“So what is it?” You ask the old knight eagerly.

Ser Robert pulls a chair back and motions you to sit, you hesitantly do so and then watch him sit across from you as Nyra serves wine to the both of you.

“Ser?” You press in his dreading silence.

The knight grabs his cup of wine, but doesn’t drink, he just looks at it and then meets your gaze and sighs deeply.

“It’s,” he finally begins to speak. “It’s your father, he’s asked me to return to Casterly Rock with him when he leaves.” He swallows thickly and you go rigid and only take a long sip of wine.

But Ser Robert was meant to be appointed to you, to stay with you. Besides Nyra, he was the only piece of home you could bring with you. Now he’s leaving. Now you wouldn’t be able to see the only parental figure you really had after your mothers death.

He’s leaving….

“But,” you mutter and put your cup down to keep meeting his gaze with anger that begins to spark within you. “He said you’d stay here with me. You said you would.” You blink and swallow thickly.

Ser Robert nods slowly and his gaze softens. “I did, but your father the Lord has requested my return, I can’t fight him.”

Of course, of course. You’re nothing compared to your father, a man, a Lord.

You grip onto your cup and nod slowly as you begin to gnaw on the inside of your cheek briefly before clenching your jaw and growing stiff and serious. “What happens now? Am I meant to fend for myself? I know I’m no princess or queen to protect, but no one here is loyal to me….” Your voice breaks even if you try to show no emotion.

“You have your uncle,” Ser Robert reminds you in a lighthearted tone to try and make you smile. But you just form a scowl on your face. “His guards.” He pushes his cup aide and leans a bit forward to get closer to you. “Prince Aemond is a great swordsman, even I admit, he’ll protect you as well.”

You scoff and drop your gaze to avoid looking at his face.

“My Lady,” he calls for your attention, but you just pull your hands back and begin tapping your finger on your cup. “Y/N.”

You slowly glance up and show your gleaming eyes, the anger that disguised your sadness.

“I would’ve preferred to stay back with you, but when your father gives a command I listen, it is my job. I’m sorry,” he shares softly and sits back. “But, I leave you in great hands. Someone I trust to look out for you.” He looks past you. “Ser Erwin Reyne.”

Footsteps approach and you catch the gleam of his armor in front of you, but you’re too angry and bothered to look at him right away.

“He’ll be at your command,” Ser Robert continues to say. “I trust him, I can vouch that he is excellent with a sword.”

You let out a deep breath and slowly drag your eyes up the young knight.

“It’s my honor to be your protector, Lady Lannister. Just as my father serves yours as a loyal bannerman, I will serve you now as your faithful protector.”

Your face softens, and you offer him a partial smile and a stiff nod.

“Reyne,” you point out. “You’re from the Westerlands? From home?” You ask.

Ser Erwin nods with a partial but proud smile of his own. “Yes. I am a fifth son to Lord Reyne.”

Your smile softens, and you do feel a sense of security at the mention that he’s from near your home. “That’s comforting,” you admit.

“Maybe it will be more comforting if you come watch me compete in the tourney at the end of the week, that they’ll have in honor of your marriage to the Prince,” Ser Erwin suggests. “You’ll be able to see if I’m worthy or not to be your protector there. If not, I won't take offense if you change your mind about me.”

Right that. Huh.

You stiffen at the reminder of what’s to come and add a tightlipped smile, even if Nyra in the back was being a tease about this interaction.

“That’s right,” you say and avert your gaze. “I will see you there, hm.” You slide your hands down to your lap and spare a side glance at Ser Robert. “But if Ser Robert says he trusts you…then there is nothing for me to see, I take his word, I trust you too Ser.”

The young knight nods and his smile turns softer and grows wider. “Thank you my Lady, you honor me. Still it would bring me a sense of pleasure to see you at the tourney.”

You scoff and smirk. “It is in the honor of my marriage, so I’ll be there.” You share a quick and knowing glance with Nyra and then hide your cocky smirk by drinking wine.

When you set your cup down and return your gaze to Ser Robert, he stands up and bows his head. “We’ll talk later my Lady, I’ll leave now that I’ve shared the news.”

You nod stiffly as you keep your eyes averted, and watch Ser Erwin bow his head before he follows Ser Robert out of your room, leaving the room silent for a moment until Nyra reaches the table.

“It would be his pleasure,” Nyra mocks you with a growing smug smile. “I’m sure it would,” she giggles and grabs a cup of wine.

You roll your eyes but can’t help but smile.

“Now, now what would your dear husband say about the switch to a much dapper, and stronger knight?” Nyra keeps teasing.

“What would he say?” You retort. “Nothing. I'm no silver-haired woman, remember. I’m just tolerable.” You take a drink of your wine and grow serious again.

Nyra rolls her eyes at your snide but then sits back and crosses her leg over the other as a smirk tugs on her face. “We’ll see won’t we?”

——

*DAYS LATER*

“Okay, Nyra,” you say as you smooth out your flowy black dress and walk out to your room. “How about this one, hm? It’s easy to take off and has both…” you trail off as you look up and catch Aemond standing in front of the door.

“Oh,” you swallow thickly from shock. “Husband,” you greet and share a quick nervous glance with Nyra.

“I’m here to escort you to the tourney,” he breaks his silence and clasps his hands behind him.

Your eyes slightly widen as you nod. “Alright, I was just debating what to wear.”

“You’ve had the entire day,” he quips, making you grow serious, and slightly furrow your eyebrows.

“And you’re not a woman,” you snap back and turn around to debate between the black dress you're wearing that’s really open in the cleavage area but accompanied with a silk golden bralette, or a more covered golden and red dress.

“You put on a suit and call it a day, people don’t turn their heads, but I am a lady, highborn at that,” you continue with confidence, even if his stance alone was a bit frightening. “They expect a lot from me.”

“Who gives a shit what people think,” Aemond interjects, and you scoff lightheartedly before you turn on your heels and meet his gaze with a pointed glare.

“I do. I am giving them what they want, and exceeding at that everytime,” you add and watch Aemond lift his head before he just hums as his eye remains pierced on you.

“Alright Nyra,” you sigh and glance at her, catching her eyes widened in surprise and her lips twitching to a smirk—“The one I have on, or the red dress?”

Nyra lets out a deep breath and opens her mouth to voice her final opinion, but Aemon interjects in that moment with his.

“The one you have on,” he says, causing your stomach to churn and your heart to skip a beat, whilst Nyras jaw drops.

You draw in a deep breath and nod stiffly. “Okay,” you breathe out. “Thank you.” You hang the other dress up and face him again. “I’m finished, we may go now.”

As you walk out of your room, you walk at Aemond’s side, and before you can get out, you share a knowing glance with Nyra that makes her depart from your side to walk the opposite way. Leaving just Aemond and you alone.

It isn’t awkward, silent but not uncomfortable, it’s just tense…with what you know he said about you, and the fact that he kept looking over at you like if he wanted to say something—or well who knows really, he’s hard to read.

“So, husband,” you break the silence. “Will you be competing at the tourney today?”

Aemond scoffs right away. “No. Tourneys are shit, I’m only attending because it’s required of me.”

You hum. “I think tourneys are quite exciting,” you share even if he didn’t ask. “Watching men’s ego break once they get beaten down is the funniest thing.” You smirk.

Aemond slowly looks over at you and then scoffs.

As you hear him, you look over at him and meet his gaze, noticing the corner of his lips upturned to a very faint smirk.

Rather than ignoring him, you can’t help but smile at him for a brief second before you look away so as to avoid feeling…everything that your heart is currently feeling. The rush of emotions that rush in your heart and mind. That’s why you choose to walk the rest of the way to the tourney in silence. Thankfully as well, you met your uncle Ser Tyland, so he filled most of the silence with nonsense you didn’t bother to care about since your mind was occupied on something else entirely.

Once the tourney started, as knights began to jouste against each other you did have a brief moment of distraction after one knight fell off his horse and began to fight the other; the knight was so wounded by the fact that he had been knocked off on the first attempt that he went to pull the other knight off his horse to begin beating him up. However, the other knight got the upper hand and beat him in combat too.

It was funny seeing the knight get so weepy and upset.

“And they say women are emotional,” you murmur under your breath with an amused smile on your face.

Aemond catches your comment and looks over at you and catches your smile over the interaction. He doesn’t say anything of course, or do anything, he just recalls your conversation and finds your smile quite amusing, whereas others would find your smile cruel because the knights were beating each other, especially more so because you’re a lady.

Nevertheless, after that match ended you began to grow worried and even more nervous for what was to come. More than before. Thankfully Nyra arrives and helps ease your current anxiety, most of it anyway.

“Ready,” she whispers.

You don’t look at her and just give her hand a gentle squeeze as you watch the current match.

And since the match is quite short and boring, it ends quickly, leaving you with your chance to take a short leave.

“I’ll return,” you announce to Aemond as you get up.

He keeps his eye on the contenders and just hums as a response while Nyra follows after you out of the audience box.

“Where is it?” You ask while you bounce on one foot as you’re taking off one shoe and walking down rows of tents.

“Ugly tan tent at the fifth row,” she says quickly and rushes you towards it.

You proceed to hurry up and struggle to pull off your other shoe. Once you reach the intended tent, Nyra shoves you in, snatches your boots to throw them aside, and begins loosening the strings on your dress so you can slip it off.

“Oh, by the bloody gods,” you complain as you run to your bag on the table to begin pulling out shiny light gold armor pieces. “I’ve never had to do this so quickly.”

Nyra rushes to your side and dumps the bag out to begin helping you put on your chainmail.

“I told you, stop this foolish activity, but no,” she grumbles. “You insist on keeping up this ruse.”

You smile down at the armor you’re putting on now and quip. “And you’re doing what exactly?”

“Helping,” she retorts. “Or else without me you’d be caught. You’d get in trouble and be shamed for the rest of your life. But this time maybe your husband would feed you to his dragon.”

You scoff softly and smile over at her. “I think that would be a pretty fun way to die,” you tease.

Nyra snaps her eyes over to you to shoot you a glare and snap back. “You better win this damned match.”

You grow serious and sigh. “Let’s hope. If I die at least I’ll be relieved from my match.”

Nyra finishes attaching the pieces of armor in record time and leaves you to put on your boots.

“Okay,” you roll out and shove your foot in. “I’m ready. Pray for me.” You get up and put on your helmet before you rush out of the tent and run to your horse.

“Hello there,” you greet the white horse as you carefully pet his neck. “Don’t worry I won’t let them hurt you.”

“You’re late, Knight,” the man with the lance and shield says.

You pull your hand away from the horse, and simply hum before you climb on your white horse and snatch the lance and shield from his hand. You then ride the horse to the field where you wait at the other end of your competitor.

“Now, Ser Moore from High Garden will compete against…the No Name Knight!” The announcer shouts to the crowd.

You roll your shoulders back and take one glance at the audience box, spotting your ever so beloved husband sitting and watching with no emotion, right by his brother who seems far more entertained. What would Aemond say if he knew you were under the light gold armor? That you were the No name Knight?

He said not to care what people think, but would he think the same if people talked about you, his wife?

Your father and step mother would be pissed to say the least. You had to wonder what he’d say? What would he do?

“…set, go!” The announcer catches you off guard.

You secure your grip around the reins, and loosen your tight grip around your lance before you encourage the horse to sprint forward, towards your competitor.

The moment your horse moves, time moves rather quickly, but for a spare second as you breathe out, time moves slowly; you drop your gaze and catch the knight shifting his shield just an inch above his abdomen that he leaves open enough for the right target.

With that in mind you tilt your lance and look back at him, noticing him tilt his lance up towards more of your neck and face region. You don’t shift your shield up however, you keep it where it is, and as the point of his lance comes near, you throw your head back and see it swing over your face as you miss getting hit.

On the other hand, you. You jab your lance into your target you had spotted and manage to knock him off his horse with one blow.

The people cheer and clap for you whilst you bring your horse to a slow pace as you reach the other end of the field. It’s hard not to rejoice in the commotion towards your victory, you usually don’t like to be excited when you compete in them at home, but there’s way more people here, it’s louder, it’s hard not to at least smile with pride as you climb off your horse.

“See,” you whisper to the horse. “You didn't get—”

“Sword!” The other knight yells and makes you stiffen.

“Ser Moore has chosen to continue in a contest of arms!” The announcer shouts.

Some worker runs up to you and hands you a borrowed sword, you take it hesitantly and slowly turn to face an angered knight storming towards you.

Usually it’s far more entertaining watching this unfold than actually being a part of it.

“Shit,” you murmur and begin to slowly meet the knight halfway.

“You fucking cunt,” the Knight sneers and swings his sword at your neck. You parry however and spin behind him.

As he begins to turn you swing your sword at his legs, making him move his shield down and leaving you with the chance to kick him down. He proceeds to curse up a storm as he falls back, letting you run up to him to point your sword at his neck so he’d yield.

Nevertheless, just as you stride over to him he pulls out his sword and swings up before you can move your shield, managing to gash your hand, ripping the strap of your shield and cutting straight through your glove and your skin.

“Fuck,” you wince and stumble back as your shield falls.

The knight pushes himself and runs up to you, he swings his sword on your face and kicks you down to the ground, making sure to quickly climb over you to try and press the side of his sword against your neck.

You however, let your sword go and grab his wrists to try and push him off. Albeit the knight is stronger and pushes down harder. He’s going to cut through your neck, but you quickly swing the tip of his own sword up to him and smack his face over and over again until he lets go and lets you kick him off you.

Even if your hand hurts and blood begins to trickle down the gash on your palm, you turn and push yourself off the ground to swipe your sword off the ground, and then snatch his in the process to walk over to him with heavy pants and trap his neck with both swords.

“I,” he hesitates, “I yield!”

The crowd booms with excitement and you scoff softly under your helmet before throwing the swords aside and striding off with pride. You don’t even bother to look over at Aemond, you know he’d still be bored, you just walk back to the end you had ran through and collect your bag of money before returning to your tent with no words ever spoken to anyone.

“I saw,” Nyra says as you barge into the tent. “Congratulations.”

You pull your helmet off and smile at her before you hand the bag of money to her for her to keep. Like all the other times. “Here.”

Her eyes linger on you and she doesn’t fight against you anymore. She’s done so many other times, but she knew you wouldn't keep it, you already had so much money that you didn’t know what to do with, you had no need for pocket money as Nyra calls it.

“The bastard cut me,” you sneer as you pull off your armor in a hurry.

Nyra rushes over to you to help you undress and pulls your hand towards her. “We’ll stitch it once we return to the room, for now I’ll just wrap it.”

You nod in agreement. “That’s what I was thinking too,” you say between pants. “I’ll tell him, I cut myself—”

“He won’t notice,” Nyra blurts.

You meet her gaze and can’t help but agree. As harsh as her comment sounded. “Right.” You focus back on removing your armor.

Since it’s two of you working at the same time, and you’ve done this multiple times, you take off your armor quickly and remove your chainmail even quicker to then slip back in your dress.

Before you can return though, Nyra wraps your cut tightly so the wound would stop bleeding. “Just hide it and you’ll be okay. Don’t move it too much.”

You nod as you plop the sweat off your face. “I know,” you assure her.

Nyra ties the wrap and you finish at the same time, so you then rush back to the audience box. And Aemond as expected doesn’t bother to ask questions or even look over at you.

“What did I miss?” You ask him as you grab your cup of water.

Aemond scoffs. “Nothing worth mentioning,” he mutters and steals a glance at you without you noticing as you focus on the next contender in shiny golden armor riding towards the audience box.

“Lady y/n Lannister!” The golden knight exclaims, making you sit up straight and lean forward, whilst Aemond shifts up and watches closer.

The knight takes off his helmet and reveals himself to be Ser Erwin Reyne.

“I would humbly ask for your favor.”

The corner of your lips tug to a soft smile as you reach for a flower crown laying on your side. Yet, as you reach over you feel a sharp pain from your wounded hand, and have to quickly pull your hand away to hide it in between the ruffles of your dress before you walk to the edge to throw the flowers on his lance. “I wish you good fortune, Ser Erwin.”

The Golden Knight offers you a charming smile and bows his head. “Thank you, my Lady, I hope today's match eases your doubt.”

You beam at him and return to your spot to watch with more curiosity than you had for any other match. While Aemond clenches his jaw and narrows his eye on Ser Erwin after sharing a brief look with his brother.

“Who is that?” Aegon asks as he leans over his brother to question you.

You briefly glance at him so as to not miss the match.

“A knight from the Westerlands. My new appointed knight.”

Aegon shares a taunting smirk with his brother, and Aemond just ignores him but keeps his eye pierced on Ser Erwin as the match starts.

Unlike with your match, Ser Erwin urges his brown horse forward towards his competitor and they both miss, making them both turn for another round.

Your heart races with excitement, and you have to lift your head to watch more intently.

Now Ser Erwin fixes his grip on his lance and drops his shoulders before making his horse sprint forward again. This time he shifts his lance up a few inches and as he’s about to pass the other knight he lunges his lance forward.

The force of his jab is so strong that the point rams through the knight's throat, knocking him immediately off his horse and taking Ser Erwin’s lance with him as his limp body falls on the ground.

The crowd cheers and claps for Ser Erwin’s victory, and you grin and push yourself off your seat to clap once, but end up wincing and hiding your reaction by shifting your hand to clap lightly on the upper level of your hand.

You think no one notices your quick reaction to your pain, and no one does, no one except for Aemond. He catches the sound of your quiet complaint and immediately notices the bandage wrapped around your hand that wasn’t there before. Not when they first got here, nor when he was in your room.

It could’ve been done when you were away for that long period of time, but he then remembers The No Name knight that fought when you were gone and recalls how they got their palm cut on the same hand your bandage was.

You weren’t sweaty, or dirty, and now that’s thinking about it more thoroughly, your handmaiden wasn’t with you at the start, she came during the middle of the match and you left soon after she got here. You came back and she wasn’t with you again, and one thing he’s definitely noticed since you got here is that you were both inseparable.

Couldn’t be a coincidence.

Hm.

He’s intrigued now more than you know.

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cupoftaae · 1 year

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Forever And A Day (KTH x READER) series ♡ college spirit (chapter 7)

Summary: your lifelong friend is forced to face his true feelings for you once he breaks the number one rule of becoming friends with benefits: dont fall in love. He knows he loves you, but you on the other hand need more convincing of the most important thing: the right decision.

Genre: fwb. Roommates, friends to idiots to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, the whole 9 yards tbh.

Pairing: taehyung x female!reader

rating: 18+ (minors dni!!!)

word count- 5k

Chapter warnings- okay so this is probably the chapter with the most warnings, there is a lot of alchohol, lots of swearing, theres themes of relationship abuse, physical abuse, manipulation, blood mention, we see jungkook btw (bc its party time) Taehyungs heart is in the right place but he does something bad. Kaito is a dickhead say it with me. dont read if youre sensitive to domestic abuse themes, this one was rough yall. also apologies for spelling errors.

A/N- So this is the chapter I would label as story changing, everything kind of takes a giant move in an opposite direction from here on out, Its crazy but hope you enjoy!!

Growing up, you thought that life would just magically align the moment you hit your 20's, you would be married with 2 kids living somewhere that provided everything you needed, and anything you wanted. You can laugh at yourself now for thinking, or even considering, that your early 20's would be any different from your teen years.

Because, with that said, here you were laying in bed with Taehyung as he slept, while your boyfriend was out doing God knows what. Granted, he isnt the best boy to use as an example, but just a few hours ago you almost kissed your best friend. You are a lot of things, but despite the shitty situation, you are not a cheater.

You could have yelled at him, you could have made a big deal about what happened outside, but you didnt.

You told yourself that this was taehyungs night to shine, so you dropped it and did what you both always do, forget it even happened. He is stubborn though, and snuck into your bed right before you fell asleep.

Its not unusual for you both to sleep near one another, but you would think he would get the hint that things needed to simmer down for a few.....guess not.

"youre awake?"

you turned your head to the raspy voice beside you, rubbing your eyes as you hummed. "yeah"

He smiled and stretched, burying his face into the pillow before reluctantly sitting up against the headboard.

"You sleep okay?" you ask

"yeah" tae chuckled, "Sort of have a headache..."

"ah" you reached into your nightstand and grabbed some Tylenol, handing the pills over to him along with your not drunk water bottle from last night.

He smiled graciously and took the medicine, sipping the bottle before clearing his throat. "thanks" the boy yawned. "any plans today?" he looked at you

You pulled down the sheet and sat up as well, groaning at the stubborn sunlight peaking through your curtains. "Um...yeah. shit I forgot....some of my friends are throwing a party and I said I would show up. I dont know why I agreed"

"what?" tae whined "just dont go"

"nah they will be pissed at me, they already called me a prude for working and being home all day after school" you shrug

Tae sunk into the bed, upset that you would be out and about while he stayed in the apartment. "I'll just make an appearance, then make my exit, okay? it wont be like an all night thing, swear" you rambled.

"can I go at least?" he pleaded with big eyes

sighing, you look up at the ceiling. "eh, Im not sure thats....I dont know if its a good idea"

"why not?"

"because you dont know anyone over there except from Chae and Dahyun...who youve only met a few times, and-"

"whos throwing the party?"

"...I dont know? Some kid named Jungkook"

"see? you dont even know whos gonna be there so whats the difference if I go?" he insisted

"Because I definitely will recognize people, we all are on the same campus, you wont know a soul"

"Pleaseeee" he jokingly whined and held onto your arm.

"tae"

"Is kaito going?"

"yes"

"then I will too"

you scoff and pull back, "youre going just because he is?"

He looks at you, "no, I just- whatever im going" he stands up and flairs his arms around dramatically before going into the bathroom to wash up, not giving any room to further the conversation.

you fall back against the pillows and sigh. You never wanted to go, but you thought perhaps you had a chance at having fun, now that chance was at like....0.0002%. You loved tae, but certain people in your life dont, certain people who will be at that party, certain people who told you not to bring him.

"Yes mom, i-...yes yes, I already said that" you paced around the kitchen with your cellphone pressed to your ear, attempting to clean off the counters while conversing with your mother who was back in Gwangju.

"Well im just saying, your birthday is next month and I would come to Busan myself but my back is still giving issues, doctor said no travel. Would love to see you and kaito come visit me"

You looked around the kitchen as you listened to your mom speak, eyes catching on taehyung who was eating an english muffin in the living room, writing an email to his mom about how he won the art contest.

"I'll talk to him, we both have crazy schedules right now and the semester isnt over until the end of next month, so-"

"its okay if you cant, im just throwing it out there"

"no no, i'll find a way, ok? I only turn 23 once, and Im sure Kaito will love to meet you too."

Tae took a bite of his food and cocked his head to you, raising his eyebrows as you silently shrugged in response.

"Ok....mhm. I love you too mama, text me, okay? ...bye bye" you sigh and put your phone down.

"early birthday festivities?"

"yeah....Im gonna visit mom in a few weeks and she asked me to bring the..boy" you giggle, making him smile.

"she doesnt wanna see me?"

"I think she just wants to meet my current boyfriend, youll see her on easter" you pat his back and walk into your room.

"I think Jungkook is cute" Dahyun spoke up, biting into her donut as she scrolled through social media, showing his photos to Chae.

"eh he is oka- woah, yeah hes hot" she leaned closer into her friends phone as Kaito sighed and handed over their coffees. "thanks bean boy" chae chuckled and sipped her drink.

"If you guys are gonna harass me on my shift you can go" he adjusted his apron before wiping off the counter. "do you seriously plan on waiting until I get off of work? you cant drive yourself to the party?"

"what else do we have to do? and....its raining" dahyun drank her coffee, turning to Kaito. "plus you only have another 30 minuets, hurry up"

Chae laughed and walked over to sit in one of the booths as kaito took a new customers order.

"dahyun cmere"

The girl walked over and sat with her friend, looking down at her phone. "whats that?"

"Its Y/N and taehyung" she snickered, scrolling through the collected photos you took last night on your instagram.

Kaito peered over at his friends, curious upon hearing your name brought up. "Oh, yeah, they had this stupid art thing last night, guess he won or whatever" he dried his hands and handed the customer their drink.

"this doesnt look like a art thing" Dahyun smirked

"what?" he came from behind the counter, walking over to see a video of you, drunk, at some bar with taehyung, eating fries.

"she said she was going home after" he pouted and took the girls phone into his hands

"hey!" chae snatched her phone back

"she lied to me" he scoffs and looks again at the videos. "this was last night? youre sure?"

"it says 18 hours ago, yes"

He scratched his head and silently walked back to his position, not speaking a single word until his shift ended. The girls sharing humorous yet worried glances at eachother.

"He isnt picking you up"

"what?" you walk around the lobby of your apartment complex as you struggle to comprehend your friend on the other line.

"He said he cant pick you up, but he would see you at the party" Chae spoke louder.

"why cant he pick me up?, where-, what is he doing?"

"I dont know, but thats what he said, ask him" she responded shortly before getting distracted by someone else and hanging up on accident.

You sigh loudly and walk over to taehyung who was resting on the bench. "so hes not picking me up, big surprise"

"what?" he sat up and faced you

You two had gotten ready quickly around 6pm and waited in the lobby for your boyfriend, who you thought would be picking you up.

"I dont know" you shrug and pinch the bridge of your nose,

"hey its okay, i'll go back upstairs and get my keys...ill drive us" he patted your back as you looked at your feet.

"no its not that, I just....he's been acting so off and different. I sent him a cute message last night and he texted me back all lovey dovey this morning, now hes ignoring me, I cant take his fucking moodswings"

"im sorry" he mumbled, looking around at the busy lobby. "maybe...maybe I shouldnt go, like, do you think hes mad that we hung out last night?" he asked

"I dont know anymore, man" you look back at him, "I think we should just go, im not gonna hide from him...maybe I can get him to talk with me" you sigh and stand to your feet. "Im okay with you coming just really...keep your distance"

"from you?"

"from him"

he nods and stands, "okay, just wait here i'll get my keys"

The house party was loud, maybe too loud for an on campus event, especially considering it was only 7pm. You practically felt the music blaring inside of you as you timidly stepped into the crowded house. You were immediately met with the mixed aroma of sweat, alcohol, bath and body works perfume, and incense.

"eugh.." you turn to Taehyung and carefully grabbed his arm, leading him out of the busy room. "Just sit, im gonna go look for Kai an-"

"Y/N!"

you turn your head to be met with an already drunk Chae, bringing you into her sweaty arms.

"oh..hey, uh-"

"you need to come with me, we are doing Karaoke upstairs, and Im winning" she yelled, alcohol evident on her breath as it smacked your face.

"you can win Karaoke?" tae mumbled behind you

"yes, yes you can!!" she pointed at him and grabbed your arm, "lets go bitch"

"wait y/n, dont leave me" tae pouted and grasped your other arm.

"I promise ill be right back, okay?" you offered a slight apologetic smile before being whisked away by your friend upstairs, leaving the boy alone in a room full of unfamiliars.

As you made your way into some cleared out room, your eyes were drawn to the huge Karaoke machine set up. "woah..."

"Yeah woah cmon lets go sing a celine dion song"

"chae hold on, wheres Kaito?"

"who?"

you sighed and looked around before grabbing her shoulders, "my boyfriend, Kaito, I need to talk to him, like now. Tall, black hair, you know.....goes by kaito." you dramatically explained as you watched your best friends eyes widen

"Oh yeah.... he is mad at you" she snickered and was quickly distracted by other people, running away before you could question anything she had just said.

"what the fuck" you exhaled, pushing through everyone to try and find kai.

Meanwhile, Taehyung navigated the party downstairs as he awkwardly made his way to the kitchen. There was no order of cleanliness, there was no organization, and the looks of all the mixed red solo cups scattered throughout the entire room kind of disgusted him. He didnt trust any of it, he lifted up a bottle of what looked like tequila and sniffed it, nope, definitely not tequila.

He gave up on finding something to sip on, leaning against the kitchen island as he peered around the large space that seemed too loud for his liking.

Perhaps this was how you felt last night in the art museum.

" 'scuse me" a voice came up beside the boy, making him quickly turn his head and try to figure out who was talking to him, the dim lighting making it difficult.

"what?"

"youre standing in front of the vodka. excuse me" the man repeated, only then did Taehyung understand and scoot over to the side, allowing access to the alcohol. "sorry" he murmured.

"dont think Ive seen you around" the man joked, smiling as he poured and mixed two different bottles into his cup. "whats your name?"

Taehyung looked down to his feet and quickly decided if he should lie or be honest, figuring that these were all college kids, and well, he was not.

"uh, im taehyung. Kim taehyung" he decided, holding out his hand in a gesture of a handshake.

The man looked down and chuckled, ignoring the greeting and looking up at tae. "yeah? you seem unsure"

"yes, thats my name. sorry, i dont usually do parties and shit"

"i can tell man" he took a sip of his drink, audibly wincing before smiling. "Im Jungkook"

Tae raised his brow in acknowledgment

"wanna drink? you look tense" jungkook patted his shoulder and offered him a sip of his own cup, which taehyung reluctantly drank from.

"eugh, jesus christ, that tastes awful"

"I know, but it will get you fucked up" jungkook shrugged,

"hey jungkook wheres Jin at? he said he wou-" a voice came into the kitchen, stopping abruptly when he stood in front of Tae.

"hey" taehyung swallowed harshly

well. he found kaito.

Kaitos eyes drunkingly looked over his figure, a look of disgust and only disgust is what best could be described as his reaction to him being here.

"ah no way, you guys know eachother?" jungkook looked between the two of them happily,

"sort of..." taehyung chuckled, feeling sweat develop on his neck and back.

"wheres y/n?" he asked, looking at him intensly

"Uh, I genuinely dont know...she went away with chae and-"

"wait, y/n is here?" jungkook interrupted, stepping between them both.

"yeah" they both said at the same time before meeting eachothers eyes again.

"dude.....where is she? shes hot as hell" he whisper yelled, peaking into the next room excitedly.

Taehyung glared at the boy, waiting to see kaitos reaction.

"I know, shes my girlfriend"

"no shit dude!" jungkook slapped kaitos back, now ignoring tae completely. "lucky ass"

"nah man" they both stood a few feet away from tae in the doorway, speaking quietly. "she got the worst personality, stuck up as hell. walks and talks as if she doesnt know the only reason boys talk to her is for her tits" he slurs and bursts out laughing

"damn thats harsh man... even for you"

"whatever, i dont care. you can probably have her next...." he sipped his beer quickly

Taehyung felt the anger course through his chest, he wanted to run up and say something, but frankly, he was scared of Kaito, and you had mentioned something about him when he was drunk. If this was it, yeah, its scary.

He immediately stormed out of the room and pushed through the crowd to search for you, the music now blasting louder than before. He quickly walked up to someone familiar by the stairs

"Dahyun, is Y/N around? is she upstairs?"

"taehyung!" she hugged him, "uh...I think? Chae is probably working her. shes ok im sure" she giggled and dragged him over to a lighter area. "look at my manicure! give me an honest opinion. Jimin said it wasnt work $80 bucks and I should just do them myself now, but I think its cute and-"

she went on and on about something that had nothing to do with him for what seemed like forever. Whos jimin? who cares its just a manicure?

he thought to himself as he smiled and nodded.

"they look good, gotta go" he quickly spoke, politely tapping her shoulder before making a dash upstairs. He checked each door, opening up a bathroom to expose two randoms making out.

"oh! uh, im sorry" he covered his eyes and slammed the door shut, walking to the other hall and entering a loud and packed room. "hey chae..." he walked up to the girl, who was in the middle a very intense just dance session with some other poor girl who fell victim.

"heEyy!!" she slurred and danced over to him

He smiled and caught her as she tripped, helping her up. "whats upppp?"

He laughed and made sure she was able to stand on her own before speaking. "do you know where Y/N is?"

"did you see my dancing?" she randomly questioned

"yes, I saw your dancing chae, very nice, now have you seen y/n?"

she looked around curiously before speaking, "oh, yeah, she went to the bathroom!" she yelled into his face

"great, thanks" he gave a thumbs up as he went back into the hall. well he knew which bathroom you werent in.

He trailed down the hall and walked into a bedroom that seemed to be empty, he gently called out your name.

"I'll be out in a second" you shout back, making him exhale in relief. He shut the door to the bedroom and sat on the bed as he waited for you to exit the restroom.

"oh, tae, hi" you mumbled, walking out to him. "you okay?"

"y/n, we need to talk, like...now" he stood up as you made your way over, standing in front of him.

You saw the concern on his face as he spoke, clearing your throat. "wh-whats wrong? what happened?"

"I ran into Kaito and I think-

the door slowly creaked open, a certain someones head peaking in.

"Oh surprise surprise, youre in here with her" Kaito opened the door and walked over, stumbling over his feet.

You stepped closer to tae, feeling fear seep in as you took in your boyfriends very drunk state.

"get out" he looked at taehyung

"no im no-"

"just get the fuck out" he bit

"Taehyung please its okay just go" your voice choked, eyes tearing up as you led him to the door.

"dont let him do anything" he whispered, as you shut the door in his face, making him take a deep breath as he paced through the busy hall outside.

You slowly turned to the boy, waiting for him to speak.

"so, I know that...maybe this is not the best time or whatever to bring this up, but im ready to just..." he began, pausing after words as his thought process was slowed.

"ready to what?" you fidgeted with your bracelets, keeping by the door in case he tried to touch you again.

"move on with my life" he laughed and looked at you.

"wh..what?"

"y/n lets be honest, you dont give two fucking shits about me anymore, so why are we doing this. you dont care, you never have"

you scoffed, "Kaito you are drunk...stop this please, you have no idea what youre saying! How dare you say I dont care about you when all ive done is worry about where you have been and why you are upset!"

"oh please" he stood up and walked around. "you wouldnt care if I died tomorrow, you would find the next boy toy to move on to."

"stop" you mumble, "im not like that, you are being an awful person to me right now"

he walked over and laughed, "why? because im calling you out? calling you out for being a whore?"

you bit the inside of your cheek to avoid breaking out in tears right then and there. you couldnt even speak, you were too afraid and frankly confused on what even caused this sudden outburst.

"you are the one crying? really? I should be upset, I am upset."

he shook his head as he looked at you, " I dont think theres anything left for us right now, so just leave it at that, yeah?" he mumbled into your face as you shoved you aside, allowing him to open the door.

You were shocked, you planned on coming to fix whatever was going on between you both, all of the stressing, just to for him to get drunk and break up with you in some random bedroom. no.

You carefully grasped his arm before he left, "kai, please dont do this" you whispered, his arm forcefully pulling away from you. "dont"

Kaito stormed through the people out in the hall, making his way down the stairs as your eyes met taehyungs. You avoided stopping to talk with him as you decided to run after Kaito.

You were embarrassed. You tried to convince tae that you were in a happy and loving relationship, the little lie was now unraveling as the night ensued right in front of him and your friends.

"wait, please" you called out, following your boyfriend into the living room where the music blared. you tried your best to weave through as best you could, finally catching up to the boy and attempting to reason with him once more.

"baby please can we just talk?" you ask loudly, facing his back as he stood in the crowd.

"No, dont call me that" he mumbled.

"Y/N!!! whats up!" Jungkook ran out of the kitchen to your side, smiling and hugging you. "nice to formally meet you, are you enjoyin- why are you crying?" he pulled away and took in your appearance

"Im sorry Im just dealing with something" you calmly tried to explain, kaito turning around to the both of you. "dont listen to a word this slut says" he bit, making you swallow harshly.

Jungkook looked taken back, his eyes meeting yours sympathetically. "hey, cmon man, dont....dont say that. youre having another beer?" he asked, genuinely concerned for his friends behavior.

Taehyung pushed through and made his way to the living room, eyes wandering for you. He assumed it was best to just leave now, unaware of what had gone down just a few moments prior. He found you standing next to Kaito and Jungkook, watching from afar as he contemplated going over and taking you away.

"dont touch me" kaito shivered away from your touch, making you sigh. "lets go home to my apartment, we need to talk and get you sober, youve drunk too much" you spoke, looking at jungkook for support.

"yeah cmon, listen to her. its probably whats best." he nodded

Kaito looked down with anger at his feet as you stared at him for a moment, you were hesitant to speak any further, but the boy needed help and never listened. He needed to get sober and then probably never drink again. this....wasnt kaito.

"lets just go please? I'll take care of you sweetheart its okay, I-" your hand gently reached out to hold onto his jaw, carefully caressing it as you tried to get him to pick his head up.

You werent sure what exactly had happened, all you knew is that one second you were reasoning with him, the next, the side of your face was burning in pain.

Kaito had pulled back and struck you to the ground.

before you knew it there was a crowd of people surrounding the incident, Jungkook pulling Kaito away as he spit words out at you, none of which you could hear. The music had faded out of your hearing, and the lights were hazed. Your face burned with shame as you struggled to stand up, eyes watching you with concern and shock.

You felt hands immediately pick you up to your feet, turning to see it was Taehyung. You tried to explain but you didnt even comprehend what was coming out of your mouth.

he looked pale, in more pain than you were. His eyes glanced over you and back at kaito as he felt rage fill throughout him, carefully setting you aside as he approached the other boy and suddenly punched him across the face, the room gasping immediately.

"hey- fuck! stop guys!!!" Jungkook tried to seperate them, but there was no use. Taehyung had kaito by his collar, fist repeatedly punching into his face as he fell to the floor, blood on his skin and clothing.

You stood back, unable to fully understand what the fuck was happening. Once it kicked into your mind, your feet were racing over to him, yanking on the back of his shirt. "stop!!! Taehyung stop!!!!" you screamed, other guests joining in to help stop it as well. Your friends stood in the corner, shocked at what they had just witnessed.

"are you okay, miss?" some random man came up, asking you as you realized how many people had been around, asking you questions, none you even heard or noticed.

Someone finally pulled Taehyung away from kaito, who had passed out against the cold tile, nose and mouth bleeding as you watched in horror.

"What the fuck is WRONG WITH YOU?" you screamed at Taehyung, grabbing onto his shirt and shaking him, tears spilling as he looked down at you.

He didnt respond, he let you flip out as people tried to fix up the unconscious boy on the floor.

"you guys gotta go, fuck, the police were called" Jin ran out and spoke loudly, cueing the group of people to run out the door.

"we need to go" Taehyung spoke flatly, gently grasping your arms as he directed you out the door.

He led you to the car and put you into the back seat before getting into the drivers side. He didnt drive right away, instead he looked down at his bruised fist.

"why...why didnt you say anything to me"

You had curled up into the fetal position, tears falling down your cheeks as you tried to look out the window.

"all this time....all this time he was doing this and you never-" he stopped, leaning his head against the headrest and closing his eyes.

"im sorry" you choke out.

He took a deep breath, trying to collect himself so he could speak, let alone drive.

"we will have to talk, about all of this"

"what if you get in trouble?" you whisper

"I didnt do anything wrong, he fucking hit you. He hit a woman, they all saw it" he spoke louder, voice shaky.

you sniffled, the pain in your face and head suddenly becoming really obvious, making you wince.

"are you okay? shit, lets uh, lets get you to a hospital or something" he started his car

"no...I just need Ice"

"what if you have a concussion?"

you groan, "I dont, taehyung, he hit my cheekbone and jaw" you trace your hand over your face, hissing at the sharp sting.

"Im still gonna take you to a walk in clinic, im not risking it. we will go home and sleep right after, I dont want to hear you argue about anything tonight. Tomorrow morning we need to sit and talk." he sternly spoke, making his way down the street.

You didnt have the energy to fight, you were mad, but you didnt have the energy.

You were upset with Taehyung for making the situation worse, but you were even more mad with Kaito. you felt betrayed, he humiliated you in front of everyone you know. He put his hands on you, after saying he would never do it again, over what? nothing.

"there is no signs of concussion, but there will be signifigant bruising and damaged nerves." the doctor read over her chart as you sat in a hospital bed, taehyung by your side. it was late, you missed your bed, you missed Yeontan. You didnt think you would be here, especially for this reason.

"thats..good, better than having something serious" he exhaled

"do you wish to file a report against the person who did this to you?"

Tae opened up his mouth to speak, but you cut in

"no, its already being taken care of, thank you though"

She nodded sadly and walked off, giving you too permission to go home.

you felt over your cheek, now covered with bandages.

"Im so sorry" he whispered, looking at you.

"tae.."

"no, im sorry. im so fucking sorry. I know I shouldnt have done that, but I.....I saw him hit you. I saw him hit you, y/n."

"i know" you mumbled, looking down.

"when I saw it happening, I just couldnt control myself. It was wrong of me, I take blame, but jesus y/n...."

"I know..." you repeated, voice cracking slightly. "tae please I just wanna go home, okay? I dont wanna relive it right now"

He nodded softly, standing to get to your side. "yeah, lets go home." he held your ice pack for you, leading you back to the car.

The sounds of the city surrounding you infiltrated your ears. You really couldve been anywhere in the world tonight, but here you were, in this position.

You knew you shouldnt have gone to the party, you regret it with your whole being, because not only did you suffer, but you dragged Taehyung into it too.

You had yourself to blame. you wanted to cry and scream but all you could do is lay in bed that night once you got home as taehyung gently rubbed your back, reassuring you that it would be okay.

Yeah, about that thing you said earlier, about assuming your twenties would be fantastic and amazing......11 year old you needed a reality check.

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🌹💙 Eclipse (Part 3/8)

Part 1: Angel

Part 2: Nauseous

Deep inside my broken mind

I am haunted by the things I find

It was late the next morning that Hajoon woke up. He wished it was like it happened in the books he liked to read – the protagonist waking up after a traumatic event or whatever and just having a moment of peace before they remembered.

Hajoon didn’t have the luxury. The moment he opened his eyes, his swollen and hurting eyes, he remembered.

His alarm clock – the only source of light in his pitch-black room – read nearly twelve pm. He laid there, not sure what to do. Get up and act like he hadn’t heard them, like his heart wasn’t broken? Or should he just stay lying down and avoid them? He wasn’t sure he could even look them in the eyes after last night.

Hearing his members, his friends, talk about him like that was crushing. He had assumed they were okay. He had assumed they loved him as much as he loved them. He wondered how long this secret distain had been going on.

Had it been from the start? Had they been secretly thinking he was not good enough since the beginning and just used him as a chance to debut? Or had it been later? Hajoon knew he was not the most likable person. He could be needy, had troubles speaking up for himself, had never managed to grasp the English language like Jaehyeong had.

Hajoon really couldn’t fault his members for hating him.

A knock on his door made him freeze. Shit, he truly didn’t want to deal with them. The door opened a bit despite the silence and Hajoon closed his eyes, hoping that maybe he was in luck and whoever came in just left, thinking he was asleep. Of course he was out of luck.

Woosung – he could immediately tell from the light footsteps – flicked on the light, walked up towards him and sighed. Was he angry that Hajoon was still in bed? But they didn’t have any schedules, did they? Then a careful hand came to stroke his hair away from his forehead and the leader whispered: “Hajoon-ah, time to wake up.”

Hajoon couldn’t pretend any longer. He was normally a light sleeper and he knew Woosung would know something was up or know he was faking if he didn’t wake up. So he slowly blinked open his eyes, faking yawning which turned into real yawning.

“Good morning, baby”, Woosung greeted him with his typical smile, “there you are. How are you feeling today?” Why was he faking this concern? Hajoon didn’t understand.

“You slept like twelve hours straight, we were getting worried”, Woosung continued oblivious to Hajoon’s inner struggle, “you must be really exhausted, huh?”

Hajoon nodded, dumbfounded. He was exhausted. His stomach growled and he realized that he hadn’t eaten in close to twenty-four hours. Woosung grinned a bit at the sound.

“You’re still really sleepy. That’s okay”, Woosung added, still stroking Hajoon’s hair, “yesterday really took you out, hm? We wanted to go out and get something to eat, maybe even go up to Namsam Tower. If you’re not up to that, we can stay in too.”

What was he supposed to say? He was hungry but going through half the city and being forced to watch the trio interact sounded terrible. Forcing them to stay in was also not an option – it seemed like they really wanted to have fun together with their plans (their plans he wasn’t asked his opinion about). Maybe he could convince them to go without him.

And it creeps on me like a sunrise

And it swallows me into black skies

“Hyung, I think I’m getting a migraine”, Hajoon whispered, “I’ll stay here but you can go out.”

“Oh, I’m sorry you aren’t feeling well. That was all a bit too much information for you just now, baby? Hyung is sorry. How about we all stay in and we go out on a different day?”, the leader suggested, sounding worried.

But he got up and left. Hajoon wasn’t sure if he was happy about it or not. Then the overhead light was turned off and Woosung returned to his bedside with the glow of his phone-screen. Oh. His hyung had just flicked off the light, knowing it would bother Hajoon (if he actually had a migraine).

Hajoon felt overwhelmed. This sweet, kind hyung was not the hard leader from last night. He didn’t understand the two versions of Woosung – the one who would make sure that Hajoon was comfortable and the one who wanted to get rid of him. It didn’t make any sense!

“Better?”, Woosung asked. Hajoon whispered back a small “yes”.

“What do you need? Medication, bucket, icepack?”, the leader continued.

“I … not right now. It’s not bad yet, I just want it to not get worse. Please, I just wanna sleep. You three go out and enjoy.”

“But, baby”, Woosung protested, smoothing the blanket over Hajoon’s shoulder, “we want to go out as a group. We’d miss you. Let us stay here and take care of you today and when you’re better we’ll go.”

We’d miss you. If Hajoon hadn’t felt so miserable and confused he would have laughed. Miss him? Hajoon? On a few hours trip when they actually didn’t want him in the group anymore? The lie was as ridiculous as it was sad.

Take me to the dark

Take me to my sorrows

“I’ll just sleep, hyung”, Hajoon tried to explain, “if you all stay here, you’d have to be quiet. Have you met yourself and Leo? He can’t even be silent in sleep. Go out and enjoy, I would feel really bad for ruining your plans.”

“I… okay”, Woosung gave in. “We’ll put the medication on your bedside table and set down a bucket just in case. Let me set your phone to the lowest light setting, here we go. Promise to call us or the manager if you need help?”

“Yes, hyung”, Hajoon agreed, relieved that Woosung had seen reason. But was it so easy to force the group away? He knew it was hypocritical to think this way after all he wanted them gone: But was it so easy to leave him behind? Apparently so.

Hajoon closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of the others getting ready. At one point Jaehyeong came in and put down the medication and a glass of water as promised. A small thud had Hajoon think he probably had placed a bucket on the floor as well. Why did Jaehyeong care so much?

“Feel better, Joon-ah”, Jaehyeong whispered in his soft, comforting voice, despite believing Hajoon was asleep. Hajoon was glad for the darkness that hid his tears.

He didn’t fucking understand.

If they hated him, thought he was a bad drummer and friend … why didn’t they just fucking kick him out? What were they waiting for? Were they scared of the bad publicity? Did they want him to realise himself? But why act so nice to him then?

And the shadows

I’ll face it

Even days later Hajoon didn’t understand. It nearly drove him crazy.

His members were still just as kind and caring towards him, just like always. But he noticed now that the others started doing stuff on their own, leaving Hajoon out. Of course he was still asked to join them for group activities. Hajoon barely felt like he could face them even when at work. At least there he could pretend like they wanted or at least needed him. But spending time together in private? That sounded like a terrible idea. He didn’t know why they were asking him when they clearly couldn’t care less about him.

It was nearly a week after the concert that Hajoon woke up to an empty house after a late afternoon nap that had stretched into the evening. He wasn’t included in their plans anymore.

He didn’t know if he felt better now that they were acting according to what he had heard or if seeing the words in action was worse. They must have agreed that they didn’t need to make an effort to pretend to want him. It hurt. But it was better that way.

Take me from the dark

Take me from my sorrows

Next chapter: Take Me Down

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