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anantaru · 1 year

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✧ ۫ 𑄼ల۫ ۪ sfw tighnari boyfriend headcanons

we all know he‘s amazing, clever and simply perfect 🍃

genre: fluff, gn! reader, kissing, hugs, he deserves all the love so give it to him asap

+ ˚ picnics

our ever so lovely tighnari adored the nature, very much so.

it obviously played a huge role in his daily life and work schedule as a forest watcher, respectably it became a major part of him and he simply couldn‘t think of a life without the forests surrounding his body and soul.

in addition, he wants you to see the beauty of the rainforests as well, although most places aren‘t suitable for a little picnic between lovers, tighnari made sure to find a place beforehand as to not waste more time into searching for a proper spot.

bear in mind he‘s got it covered, always, the picnic preparations concluded cold baverages and tasteful dishes which he was aware where your favorites.

notice how he‘s a great listener? you could tell him a single detail about yourself and he will remember! if it‘s to be included into your dates, that's even better, he sees it as a win-win situation.

also an important trait to include is that even if you ask to aid your boyfriend in the assembling of your little, yet ever so precious date, he will decline most of the time.

"it‘s alright, no need to get worried now, i‘m already finished."

all things considered you won‘t have a reason to dwell on it any longer, it was quite adorable in your eyes that tighnari really wanted to show you that he‘s not backing away in spoiling you, or doing something on his own to make you happy.

furthermore, if there‘s a flower on the ground or a fallen leaf, tighnari most likely will pick it up and gift it to you, as a tiny present between lovers.

to have him show you an extra, in bliss covered, smile is when you keep the flower/leaf in a book and press it together so it‘ll stay alive much longer.

"it‘s a slight reminder of our day spent today." along these lines was certainly all he had to say to you, delighted to see you cherish something so fragile yet meaningful.

+ ˚ stargazing

imagine kissing tighnari‘s blushing, cold cheeks, fading into a radiant red which was a natural response to the cold air layering on top of his skin.

he‘s pushing you into his embrace too, tighnari wants you to feel comfortable, if him sharing his body heat with you would help yourself from not getting cold, he‘ll gladly do it.

if we‘re at it, the glowing starts greeting you high up in the sky were surreal, crystallizing his bewitching eyes you couldn‘t satiate yourself on. he was so handsome and the with a moon decorated sky glimmering on top of his striking features certainly heightened your breathing.

tighnari‘s chest was vibrating with his fastened heart beats. Your heated cheeks were flushed on top of them, listening to the soft tuds of his muscle as he soothed your back with soft circles with his fingerpads.

it became increasingly clear how intimate this fleeting moment was, not in a sexual way, but more in a sheer romantic, emotional way no one was gifted enough to decode, except for the both of you.

his eyes told you he loved you forever, no matter what would come tighnari already decided to not move away from you, ever.

+ ˚ quite the tease

at first you thought that he might be unintentionally flirty with you but after carefully letting those instances prowl through your thoughts you managed to figure out that tighnari, in fact, adored to tease and turn you flustered.

to summarize, in the tiny fracture he notices your cheeks prickling with warmth and that was his fault, signaling how embarrassed you had gotten from a couple of taunting words, a swell with huge pride will hug his heart, he's barely able to cover up a smirk.

"do you have a fever? wait let me check, I told you not to be careless with the weather."

this cheeky guy will deadass place his hand on your forehead knowing full on well the real reason why your skin was bristling with liquid fire all over was he himself.

above that and important to make clear, his forwardness was not to make you uncomfortable and tighnari would never overstep any boundries or turn it into something irritating.

it’s more about throwing random compliments at you, they're so out of pocket sometimes it makes you question his sanity. some being awfully out of place that you can't help yourself but go ??? what

tighnari naturally won‘t do it while being at work though, you‘re aware that he‘s especially professional and strict fulfilling his duties as a notable forest watcher.

at that time he wouldn‘t want you to join him either, as he himself said the forest had huge dangers surrounding it, the hazard of deadly enemies residing within the avidya forest weren‘t to be taken lightly after all.

+ ˚ conclusion and his friends

certainly is, it will never get bored with him, tighnari will make sure of it and shower you with enough of his free time to have you happy and fulfilled in your relationship.

plus point was that after a while he‘d let you meet his friends, it‘s important to tighnari that you‘re familiar with the people he considered family as well, next to you of course.

you see tighnari never actively searched for a s/o, it didn‘t cross his mind that often either since he thought that "if it happens, it happens", deciding he wouldn‘t force it or challenge fate.

it‘s almost as if he knew that, one day, you were going to meet and he made sure to cherish you like no other the moment you became his s/o.

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한국 드라마 스타일로 쓰라고 했어요.

In the bustling city of Seoul, there was a group of five talented musicians known as Red Velvet. They had just finished a concert and were leaving the venue when they ran into a young man named Minho.

Minho was handsome and charming, and he immediately caught the eye of Yeri, the youngest member of Red Velvet. They exchanged a brief conversation before parting ways, but Yeri couldn‘t help but think of him.

Days later, Yeri and the rest of Red Velvet were at a music competition, and to her surprise, she saw Minho there as well. They spoke briefly and went their separate ways, but Yeri couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something special between them.

As the competition progressed, Yeri and Minho kept running into each other, and it became clear to them both that they were falling in love. But there was a problem: Minho was already engaged to his childhood friend, Jiyeon.

Jiyeon was beautiful and kind, and Minho had promised to marry her since they were children. But as he spent more time with Yeri, he couldn‘t help but feel torn between his duty to Jiyeon and his newfound love for Yeri.

Meanwhile, Yeri was dealing with her own issues. She was afraid to confess her feelings to Minho, knowing that it could cause a scandal and ruin their careers. But she couldn’t deny the growing love she felt for him.

As the competition drew to a close, Yeri and Minho found themselves alone on a rooftop, staring out at the city skyline.

Yeri: ”Minho-ssi, I know this is difficult for you, but I can‘t help the way I feel.“

Minho: ”I know, Yeri. I feel the same way. But I don’t know what to do.“

Yeri: ”I don‘t either. All I know is that I want to be with you.“

Just as they were about to kiss, Jiyeon appeared, looking heartbroken.

Jiyeon: ”Minho, how could you do this to me? You promised we would be together forever!“

Minho: ”Jiyeon, I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you. But I can‘t deny the love I feel for Yeri.“

Jiyeon: ”I understand. I may not be able to change your heart, but I hope you can find happiness.“

As Jiyeon walked away, Yeri and Minho shared a tender embrace, knowing that their love would not be easy, but it was worth fighting for.

As they walked down the street hand in hand, the other members of Red Velvet joined them, and they all celebrated their love and friendship, knowing that no matter what challenges they faced, they would always have each other.

And so, Yeri and Minho’s love story continued to unfold, with the support and encouragement of their friends and fans, in the heartwarming and emotional style of a classic Korean TV drama.

히치콕 스타일로 쓰라고 했는데…

It was a dark and stormy night when Red Velvet member Wendy met the love of her life, Seulgi. Wendy had been performing at a music festival in a small town in the countryside when she first laid eyes on Seulgi. There was something about the way Seulgi moved, her confidence and grace, that drew Wendy to her.

But it wasn‘t going to be easy for Wendy to win Seulgi’s heart. Seulgi was mysterious and aloof, and seemed to be hiding something. Wendy couldn‘t help but feel drawn to her, even though she knew it was dangerous.

As the days went by, Wendy found herself becoming more and more obsessed with Seulgi. She started to follow her around, trying to learn more about her. She even broke into Seulgi’s apartment one night, hoping to find some clue as to what was going on.

But things took a sinister turn when Wendy discovered that Seulgi was actually a serial killer, and that the reason she was so mysterious was because she was constantly on the run from the law. Wendy was torn between her love for Seulgi and her fear of what she was capable of.

The tension between them reached its breaking point one night, when Seulgi revealed that she was planning to leave town and start a new life, but she wanted Wendy to come with her. Wendy was torn, but ultimately she knew that she couldn‘t go with Seulgi. She knew that if she did, she would be dragged down into a life of darkness and violence.

As Seulgi left town, Wendy watched her go, heartbroken but relieved. She knew that it was for the best, but she couldn’t help wondering what might have been if things had been different.

Years later, Wendy was still haunted by her memories of Seulgi. She couldn‘t help but wonder what had become of her, and whether she was still out there, somewhere, living a life of darkness and danger. But she knew that she could never go back to that life, no matter how much she might still love Seulgi.

존 포드 스타일.

In the small town of Red Velvet Falls, Irene was the most beautiful woman in town. Her stunning looks and kind heart had earned her the admiration of everyone who knew her. But despite her popularity, Irene felt like something was missing in her life.

One day, while walking through the town’s dusty streets, Irene stumbled upon a young woman named Joy. Joy was new in town, and her fiery personality and adventurous spirit immediately caught Irene‘s attention. The two quickly became friends, and before long, Irene found herself falling in love with Joy.

Their love was not without its challenges, however. Joy was known for being reckless and impulsive, and Irene worried that her wild spirit would get her into trouble. But despite their differences, the two were drawn to each other like moths to a flame.

As their love deepened, the town began to take notice. Many of Irene’s admirers were jealous of her relationship with Joy, and there were even whispers that the town‘s sheriff, Yeri, was secretly in love with Irene.

But Irene was undeterred. She knew that her love for Joy was true, and that nothing could stand in the way of their happiness. Together, they faced whatever challenges came their way, whether it was a band of outlaws terrorizing the town or the disapproval of their fellow citizens.

In the end, Irene and Joy’s love conquered all. They left Red Velvet Falls together, hand in hand, ready to face whatever adventures lay ahead. The town would never forget their love, and their story would be told for generations to come.

초기 스필버그 스타일로 쓰라고 했는데 잘 모르는 거 같아요.

In the small town of Red Velvet Junction, there lived two girls named Seulgi and Wendy. They had been best friends since they were kids, and everyone in town knew they were inseparable. But as they grew older, Seulgi and Wendy‘s feelings for each other began to change.

At first, they were both confused about what they were feeling. They had never been attracted to another girl before, and they didn’t know how to make sense of their new emotions. But the more time they spent together, the more their feelings grew.

One day, as they were walking through the town‘s fields, Seulgi took Wendy’s hand and looked deeply into her eyes. ”I don‘t know what’s happening to me,“ she said. ”But I know that I love you.“

Wendy‘s heart skipped a beat. She had been feeling the same way, but had been too scared to say anything. Now that Seulgi had opened up, she knew that she could too. ”I love you too,“ she said, with a smile.

From that moment on, Seulgi and Wendy were inseparable. They spent every moment together, and their love only grew stronger. But their happiness was not to last. The town’s residents were not accepting of their love, and they faced constant ridicule and hatred.

Seulgi and Wendy knew that they had to leave Red Velvet Junction if they wanted to be together. They decided to run away to the big city, where they could start a new life together.

Their journey was not without its dangers. They faced countless obstacles and hardships along the way, but they never gave up. They knew that their love was worth fighting for.

In the end, Seulgi and Wendy made it to the big city, and they built a life together that was full of love and happiness. Their journey may have been difficult, but it only made their love stronger. And they knew that, no matter what the world threw at them, they would always have each other.

[스타워즈] 유니버스

In a galaxy far, far away, there lived a Jedi Knight named Irene. She was a skilled warrior and a master of the Force, and she had dedicated her life to defending the galaxy against the evil Sith.

One day, while on a mission to a distant planet, Irene met a beautiful smuggler named Joy. Joy was daring and brave, and she had a spark in her eye that Irene couldn‘t resist. Despite their vastly different backgrounds, Irene and Joy were drawn to each other like two stars in a cosmic dance.

Their love was not without its challenges. As a Jedi, Irene was bound by strict codes of conduct that forbid her from forming attachments. And as a smuggler, Joy was constantly on the run from the law. But despite the odds, they couldn’t help but be drawn to each other.

As their love deepened, the galaxy around them grew more dangerous. The Sith were on the rise, and the Jedi Order was in chaos. Irene and Joy found themselves fighting side by side, using their combined skills to defend the galaxy from the forces of darkness.

But their love was also a source of strength. In each other‘s arms, they found solace from the chaos of the galaxy, and the courage to keep fighting for what they believed in.

In the end, their love proved to be the key to defeating the Sith. Irene and Joy’s bond was stronger than any weapon, and their devotion to each other gave them the strength to overcome even the darkest of foes.

As the galaxy celebrated their victory, Irene and Joy knew that they had each other, and that was all that mattered. They left the galaxy behind, together, to explore the stars and build a new life among the cosmos. Their love would be a shining beacon of hope, lighting the way for generations to come.

초기 스필버그 SF라고 구체적으로 조건을 주었는데 역시 좀 이상하고.

In the not-too-distant future, the world was on the brink of collapse. Wars had ravaged the planet, and resources were scarce. But in the midst of the chaos, two young women named Seulgi and Yeri found hope in each other.

Seulgi was a brilliant scientist, working tirelessly to find a solution to the world‘s problems. Yeri was a rebel, fighting against the oppressive forces that had taken over the government. Despite their vastly different paths, they couldn’t help but be drawn to each other.

As they worked together to find a way to save the world, they discovered a strange device that had the power to transport people through time and space. Seulgi knew that this was their chance to change the course of history and build a better future.

But as they set off on their journey through time, they encountered all kinds of dangers and obstacles. They traveled through the depths of space, exploring new planets and facing off against alien forces. And through it all, their love only grew stronger.

As they journeyed through time and space, Seulgi and Yeri knew that they had each other, and that was all that mattered. They continued to fight for a better future, using their combined skills and knowledge to build a world that was full of hope and possibility.

In the end, their love proved to be the key to saving the world. With their bond as strong as ever, Seulgi and Yeri worked together to overcome the forces of darkness and build a better future for all. And as they looked out at the stars, hand in hand, they knew that their love had transcended time and space, and that nothing could ever tear them apart.

진저와 프레드 뮤지컬 스타일

In a world that had lost its sense of magic, two women named Wendy and Joy found solace in dance. They were both passionate performers, and they shared a love for the art of movement that was deep and true.

As they danced together, Wendy and Joy felt as if they were lifted into another world, where anything was possible. They moved in perfect sync, their bodies attuned to each other‘s every move. It was as if they were speaking a language that only they could understand.

Their love for each other was born from their shared passion for dance. They had met as children, and they had been inseparable ever since. They grew up together, dancing their way through life, and supporting each other through all of the highs and lows.

As they grew older, Wendy and Joy began to dream of dancing in the Ginger and Fred show, a legendary dance troupe that had been their inspiration for years. They trained tirelessly, honing their skills and perfecting their routines, until they were ready to audition for the show.

And when the day of the audition arrived, they danced their hearts out. They moved with a grace and precision that left the judges in awe, and they knew that they had found their place in the world.

From that day forward, Wendy and Joy danced in the Ginger and Fred show, enchanting audiences around the world with their performances. And as they moved across the stage, lost in the rhythm of the music, they knew that they had found their true love in each other.

Their love was like a dance, full of passion, grace, and beauty. And as they moved together, they knew that they would always be by each other’s side, supporting each other through all of life‘s challenges. For Wendy and Joy, the world was a place full of magic and wonder, and their love for each other was the greatest dance of all.

더글러스 서크 스타일. 이게 가장 잘 나왔어요.

In a small town in the midwest, two women named Irene and Seulgi found themselves drawn to each other in a way that they couldn’t explain. They had grown up together, but as they entered adulthood, their feelings for each other began to change.

Irene was the picture of the perfect small-town girl. She was kind, gentle, and always had a smile on her face. Seulgi was the new girl in town, with a fierce independence and a drive to make something of herself. Despite their differences, they couldn‘t help but be drawn to each other.

Their love was a secret, hidden away from the prying eyes of their small-minded community. But they couldn’t help the way that they felt, and they knew that they would do anything to be together.

As they struggled to keep their love a secret, they faced challenges and obstacles at every turn. Irene‘s family was deeply conservative, and they disapproved of her relationship with Seulgi. Seulgi faced discrimination at every turn, as the people in the town whispered behind her back, and made it clear that they didn’t approve of her presence.

But despite all of this, Irene and Seulgi stayed true to each other. They knew that their love was real, and they refused to let anyone else stand in the way. They held each other close in the dead of night, dreaming of a world where they could be free to love each other openly.

In the end, their love proved to be too strong to be kept hidden away. They stood up to their families and to the town, refusing to be silenced or shamed. And as they walked hand in hand, they knew that their love would always be strong enough to overcome any obstacle.

For Irene and Seulgi, the world was a place full of challenges and heartache. But their love was like a beacon, shining bright and strong through the darkness. And as they looked out at the world, they knew that their love was the most beautiful thing of all.

애거서 크리스티 스타일.

It was a misty night in the English countryside, and two women named Yeri and Wendy found themselves stranded in a remote village. They had been on their way to visit a friend when their car broke down, leaving them with no choice but to seek shelter in the only inn in town.

As they settled into their rooms, Yeri and Wendy found themselves drawn into a web of intrigue and suspicion. The villagers seemed on edge, and there were whispers of a recent murder in the area. Yeri, a keen observer of human behavior, couldn‘t help but sense that something was amiss.

As the night wore on, Yeri and Wendy found themselves swept up in a dangerous game of cat and mouse. They were determined to get to the bottom of the mystery, but the more they uncovered, the more dangerous their situation became.

As they sifted through the clues, Yeri and Wendy grew closer, their shared experience bringing them together in a way that they had never experienced before. They found themselves drawn to each other, seeking comfort and support in the face of the danger that surrounded them.

In the end, Yeri and Wendy were able to solve the mystery, uncovering the truth behind the murder and bringing the killer to justice. But their experience had changed them, and they knew that they would never forget the bond that they had formed in the face of danger.

As they left the village behind, Yeri and Wendy couldn’t help but wonder what the future held for them. They had found love in the most unexpected of places, and they knew that their connection was something special. For Yeri and Wendy, the world was a place full of secrets and danger, but their love was a light that shone bright, guiding them through the darkness.

대프니 �� 모리에 스타일.

On a windswept cliff overlooking the wild, tumultuous sea, two women named Joy and Seulgi found themselves drawn to each other in a way that they couldn‘t explain. They had met in a small, seaside village in Cornwall, where Joy was visiting her family’s ancestral home and Seulgi was working at the local inn.

From the moment they met, Joy and Seulgi were captivated by each other. Joy, a wealthy heiress from London, was fascinated by Seulgi‘s simple way of life and her love of the sea. Seulgi, for her part, was drawn to Joy’s intelligence and sophistication, and the two quickly found themselves falling deeply in love.

But their happiness was short-lived, as Joy‘s family made it clear that they did not approve of her relationship with Seulgi. They saw Seulgi as nothing more than a commoner, unworthy of their daughter’s love.

Despite this opposition, Joy and Seulgi refused to be kept apart. They continued to meet in secret, sneaking away to the cliffs above the sea, where they could be alone together.

But as their love grew stronger, so did the dangers that threatened to tear them apart. A family scandal threatened to expose their relationship, and Joy‘s father became more determined than ever to put an end to it.

In the end, Joy and Seulgi were forced to make a difficult decision. They knew that they could never be together openly, and so they decided to leave Cornwall and start a new life together, far away from the judgment of others.

As they looked out at the sea, with the wind whipping through their hair, Joy and Seulgi knew that they were embarking on a new adventure, one that would test their love and their commitment to each other. But they also knew that their love was strong enough to endure any challenge, and they were willing to do whatever it took to be together.

For Joy and Seulgi, the world was a place full of obstacles and danger, but their love was a force that could not be denied. And as they walked hand in hand into the unknown, they knew that they were embarking on the greatest adventure of all: a life together, full of love and possibility.

스티븐 킹 스타일.

It was a dark and stormy night, and two women named Irene and Seulgi found themselves trapped in a mysterious and foreboding house. They had been invited to a party by a mysterious stranger, and had arrived at the house just as the storm hit, cutting them off from the outside world.

As the night wore on, Irene and Seulgi found themselves drawn deeper into the house’s dark secrets. They discovered that the host was a reclusive writer, rumored to have a dark past and a twisted mind.

As they explored the house, they found themselves tormented by visions of the past and the future, haunted by the writer‘s dark and twisted imagination. And in the midst of it all, Irene and Seulgi found themselves drawn to each other, seeking comfort and safety in each other’s arms.

But as the night wore on, their love was put to the test. They were tormented by the writer‘s twisted creations, forced to confront their deepest fears and their darkest desires. And as the storm raged on outside, they found themselves facing a danger that they could never have imagined.

In the end, Irene and Seulgi emerged from the house, their love stronger than ever. They had faced the darkness and emerged victorious, their bond unbreakable in the face of the writer’s twisted mind.

As they looked out into the stormy night, Irene and Seulgi knew that they had been changed by their experience. They had faced the darkness and emerged victorious, and they knew that their love was something special, something that could withstand even the greatest of challenges.

For Irene and Seulgi, the world was a place full of danger and darkness, but their love was a light that shone bright, guiding them through the stormy night and into a future full of promise and possibility.

셰익스피어 스타일.

Act I

Scene 1:

The curtain rises on a grand ballroom, filled with the sound of music and laughter. In the center of the room, a young woman named Wendy dances with her betrothed, a wealthy nobleman named William.

Enter Seulgi, a beautiful and talented musician, who catches Wendy‘s eye.

Wendy: (aside) Oh, how my heart doth flutter at the sight of her. Her music is as sweet as the honeyed dew.

Seulgi notices Wendy’s gaze and is immediately drawn to her.

Seulgi: (aside) Who is this fair maiden that doth catch my eye? Methinks my heart doth beat faster at the sight of her.

Scene 2:

Wendy approaches Seulgi after her performance.

Wendy: Fair maiden, thy music hath touched my soul. Pray, tell me thy name.

Seulgi: I am Seulgi, and ‘tis my honor to have brought thee joy with my music.

Wendy: And I am Wendy, betrothed to the nobleman William.

Seulgi: (aside) Alas, her heart is not free. But still, I shall enjoy her company while I may.

Act II

Scene 1:

Wendy and Seulgi meet in secret, away from the prying eyes of the nobility.

Wendy: Seulgi, thy music doth soothe my troubled heart. I know not what to do, for my betrothal to William was arranged by my father, and I fear I have no choice in the matter.

Seulgi: Fear not, fair Wendy. For if thy heart doth truly belong to another, then thou must follow it, no matter the cost.

Wendy: (aside) Oh, how I long to be with Seulgi, to feel her touch and hear her music. But what of William? What of my duty to my family?

Scene 2:

William discovers Wendy and Seulgi’s secret meetings and confronts them.

William: How dare you betray me, Wendy? And with this common musician no less!

Seulgi: I may be common, my lord, but my heart is true. And if thou dost truly love Wendy, then thou wilt let her follow her heart.

William: Never! She is mine, and she shall do as I say.

Act III

Scene 1:

Wendy and Seulgi make plans to run away together.

Wendy: Seulgi, I cannot live without thee. Let us leave this place and make a life together, far from the judgment of the nobility.

Seulgi: (embracing her) Aye, let us flee this place and find happiness in each other‘s arms.

Scene 2:

William confronts Wendy and Seulgi as they try to escape.

William: Stop, Wendy! You cannot leave me. You are mine!

Seulgi draws her sword and prepares to fight for their love.

Seulgi: Nay, my lord. For love is not a thing to be owned, but a thing to be shared. And Wendy’s heart doth belong to me.

William draws his own sword and the two people engage in a fierce battle, while Wendy watches in horror.

Act IV

Scene 1 (continued):

In the end, Seulgi emerges victorious, but not without a cost. She is gravely wounded, and Wendy rushes to her side.

Wendy: Seulgi, my love, do not leave me.

Seulgi: (weakly) Fear not, fair Wendy. For even in death, my love for thee shall endure.

Wendy: (weeping) Oh, cruel fate! That we should find such love, only to have it snatched away.

Scene 2:

As Seulgi takes her last breath, Wendy mourns her loss.

Wendy: Oh, Seulgi, my heart is heavy with grief. How shall I live without thee?

Enter Joy, a trusted friend of Wendy‘s.

Joy: Dear Wendy, I have heard the news of Seulgi’s passing. My heart aches for thee.

Wendy: (sobbing) Oh, Joy, what shall I do? My heart is broken, and my future seems bleak.

Joy: Nay, Wendy. For thy love for Seulgi hath taught thee a valuable lesson. That love knows no boundaries, and it shall endure, even beyond death.

Act V

Scene 1 (continued):

In the end, Seulgi emerges victorious, but not without a cost. She is gravely wounded, and Wendy rushes to her side.

Wendy: Seulgi, my love, do not leave me.

Seulgi: (weakly) Fear not, fair Wendy. For even in death, my love for thee shall endure.

Wendy: (weeping) Oh, cruel fate! That we should find such love, only to have it snatched away.

Scene 2:

As Seulgi takes her last breath, Wendy mourns her loss.

Wendy: Oh, Seulgi, my heart is heavy with grief. How shall I live without thee?

Enter Joy, a trusted friend of Wendy‘s.

Joy: Dear Wendy, I have heard the news of Seulgi’s passing. My heart aches for thee.

Wendy: (sobbing) Oh, Joy, what shall I do? My heart is broken, and my future seems bleak.

Joy: Nay, Wendy. For thy love for Seulgi hath taught thee a valuable lesson. That love knows no boundaries, and it shall endure, even beyond death.

Act V

Scene 1:

Years have passed since Seulgi‘s passing, and Wendy has become a renowned musician in her own right. She performs for the court of the Queen, and among the audience is a young woman named Yeri.

Yeri: (aside) Oh, how this music doth stir my heart. And the beauty of the musician is unmatched.

Scene 2:

After Wendy’s performance, Yeri approaches her.

Yeri: Fair musician, thy music hath touched my soul. Pray, tell me thy name.

Wendy: I am Wendy, and ‘tis my honor to have brought thee joy with my music.

Yeri: And I am Yeri, a humble courtier who seeks only to bask in the beauty of thy music and thy person.

Wendy: (aside) Could it be that fate hath granted me a second chance at love?

Scene 3:

As Wendy and Yeri’s love blossoms, they face challenges from those who would seek to keep them apart. But their love endures, and they vow to be together, come what may.

Wendy: Oh, Yeri, my heart doth sing with joy at the thought of thee.

Yeri: And mine with thee, fair Wendy. For in thy music and thy love, I have found the true meaning of happiness.

The curtain falls as the two lovers embrace, their hearts full of hope for a future filled with love and joy.

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lale-txt · 2 years

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🥀 „i miss you. i miss you so much it hurts.“ w/ Corazon & gn!reader

a/n: requested by my love @rosiinante <3 i am SO sorry for picking the angst prompt out of the three you chose, but also it was very fitting and folded out in front me immediately. i promise i will make it up with some more Rosi fluff in the future ;w; word count: 781

How often have you dialed his number without him picking up? With every unanswered call your sorrows grew, entwining your heart like poison ivy. There‘s only so much a heart could endure and right now it feels like it was about to shatter in a thousand little pieces. Every clear thought you were trying to catch was gone with the wind immediately.

You knew that he wasn‘t available all the time during his missions, it was for his own safety, for the sake of the promise he gave you back then. I will always come back home to you. Still, his absence doesn't make your heart grow fonder, it only makes it more anxious, beating erratic in your hollow chest.

Your fist clenches around the heart-shaped locket dangling from your necklace as you try to calm yourself down. If something happened to him, you would have felt it, right? There would have been some kind of sign. He wouldn‘t die without leaving you a last message, anything that said: We were here. We loved and we sang and we were here. Our hearts drummed the same beat for a while.

Sleep never came easy. Sleep dragged you by your feet, knocking you out while you desperately tried to stay awake, just a few more minutes in case he called, in case he knocked on the front door in the secret code you came up with. You never bothered to close the curtains. With the moon dipping the room in a soft white light, you couldn‘t help but wonder if he was staring at the same moon, thinking about you. The falling snow outside brought a calm with it, almost as if it wrapped the world in a weighted blanket.

When the transponder snails disrupt the silence in your bedroom you almost drop the book you were holding. With a big leap forward you reach for the receiver and pick up the phone. Your heart is drumming so loud in your chest, it‘s almost unbearable.

„Is that you?“, you ask in a hushed voice, every word feeling heavy in your mouth. It had to be him. No one else knew this number. No one else but him would reach out to you that late at night, at a time only the lovers and the lonely were awake.

“Listen, my darling. I don‘t have much time and I can‘t speak loudly…“

Hearing the voice of your lover gave you shivers, you felt both hot and cold. What was this knot in your stomach? Was he in danger? Or more, how much of in danger was he?

„Don‘t cry. Please don‘t cry…“, he whispers softly, almost in despair. Without realizing tears started rolling down your face and your quiet sniffles filled the big, blank silence of the bedroom. He knew you better than anyone else and could tell from your unspoken words how you felt, no matter how many oceans you were apart. If only he could hold you, wrap you in this big black coat of his to shut out the world, make the voices go quiet.

„I miss you. I miss you so much it hurts.“

Your voice is hoarse and your hands shake so much, almost unable to hold the speaker up. Still, you were too afraid to put it down. What if it was the last time you heard each other? You didn‘t want to think about the possibility, but what if? You could hear your heart shatter to a million little pieces from the thought alone.

That night, you learnt that forever didn‘t last very long. That forever actually meant „as long as our hearts beat the same melody, no matter how far apart“. You learnt to love and hate the smell of the first snow, as if it was the one who robbed you of your heart; as if it was your heart that bled out there in the cold, never finding its way back to you. There was only hope for the next life, and the one after that, and knowing that the heart-shaped locket around your neck carried more than just memories, it carried a love that was bigger than the whole universe, bigger than life. Bigger than death. It was love that rushed through your veins and it was love that shot you down. Maybe it will be love, too, that will mend your broken heart, one fragment after another, and maybe its walls will spell out his name again and again, keeping his memoir alive until you meet each again on the other side.

#corazon #corazon x reader #donquixote rosinante #rosinante x reader #one piece x reader #one piece reader insert #one piece angst #one piece scenario #one piece imagine #one piece x you #one piece fanfiction #dream machine event

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imaslutforremusandsirius · 3 years

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You always get what you want part 3

Part one

Part two

Part four

The next part will be the fourth and last of the series, with Wolfstar x James x Reader ;) (i‘m ashamed to publish it, it‘s literal porn jfc)

Warning: 18+

Pairing: Wolfstar only

Enjoy besties

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“What if he doesn’t like me like that?”, Sirius whined, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth.

You gave him a look, voice flat. “Sirius, he sucked you off.”

Sirius ignored you and kept rambling.

“What if it was just a thing between mates? Like a peace offering, because he fucked you and felt bad so he sucked me off?”

You groaned and fell back on your matress, bored of Sirius’ constant worrying.

Sirius was convinced that Remus didn’t actually want to fuck him and just did it so he could fuck you again. And you were sick of it. Everybody could see that Remus was mental about Sirius. You needed to put an end to this madness and hook your boyfriend up with his best mate. The thought made you laugh slightly and you turned on your belly, looking at Sirius with a calm expression.

“Do you trust me love?”

“‘Course I trust you!”

“Then I want you to calm down and not worry your pretty head, okay? I got it from here.”

Sirius leaned forward to pull you on his chest, grey eyes looking into yours questioningly, “You really don’t mind me being with Moony? I won’t do it if it makes you uncomfortable.” His tone was earnest, saying everything with complete honesty.

“Sirius, darling, I want you to do whatever makes you happy, okay? I love you. Besides I fucked him first, so you’re getting sloppy seconds.”

“Fuck you!”, his giggled between the soft pecks you kept pressing on his lips, “I love you too..”

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“Remmy, wait up!”, you jogged in his direction, grabbing his shoulder from behind.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Uh, we need to talk. It’s about Sirius..”

He shot you an alarmed look. “What happend? Is he hurt? Did some-”

“Calm down, he’s fine! Can we talk in your room?”

“Okay, yeah, let’s go..”

Shutting the door behind you, both of you sat down and you looked at Remus, amusement glinting in your eyes.

“Sooo...You fancy my boyfriend, right?”

Remus chocked on his spit, cheeks blushing as he looked at his hands.

“Why did you have to say boyfriend, now I sound like a complete prat..”

You giggled taking his hand in yours, resting them on your lap. You gave a qentle squeeze, willing him to look at you. His gaze was open and vulnerable, begging you not to judge him. Your eyes softend as you understood just how much he liked Sirius, but was scared about ruining your friendship.

“Remus, I’m gonna tell you what I told Sirius this morning. I see how much you like each other and I want you to be happy. I’m not mad and I’m not jealous.”

“Look, I’m really sorry, I never wanted to get between you, but he’s just so..so..”

“Beautiful, brilliant, kind, hot...”, your said, tone light.

“Yeah, he’s just so Sirius..you know? I don’t know how it happend. Merlin I’m sitting here gushing about your boyfriend..”, he let out, voice tight. “I’m sorry.”

“I swear on my dead hamsters grave..”, he let out a shocked laugh, making you giggle as you kept promising, “..that I want this for the both of you as well.”

He was grinning now, the confident Remus that you knew finally making his way back to the surface.

“You promise?”

“Yes! I promise.”

He let out a breath, shoulders slumping with relief. “Thank you darling, you don’t know how much this means to me. Is there anything, and I mean anything, that I can do for you?”

“Please just fuck him good, he’s been talking about your cock for days now. Do you know how pissed he was that he fell asleep before he could touch you?”

“Oh is he now? Don’t worry, I’ll fuck him good.”

You smiled devilishly, “You promise?”

“Fuck, yes I promise”, Remus chuckled.

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Remus acted as if nothing happend and wouldn’t react to Sirius’ nervous glances. Secretly he was enjoying his squirming, pleased that he had such an effect on his crush. Sirius was trying to get Remus’ attention, by being extra loud and annoying. He was mocking his brother Regulus more than usually, levitating food with James’ help to annoy Lily, kissing you with garlic breath to make you laugh or flirted with Professor McGonagall. You had warned Remus about this, said that Sirius would do absolutely anything to get a rise out of him, so he would be able to find out if Remus fancied him or not. You kept your mouth shut firmly, telling Sirius that it’s a matter between mates, you had to hold back your laughter so hard, and that you wouldn’t mingle in their business.

So here he was, making a fool of himself to get his Moonys reaction. Anything for his Moony, right?

Remus knew that Sirius was shameless and an absolute brat at times, which is why he chose to sit still and enjoy his food, not once looking into Sirius’ pretty, desperate eyes.

“James”, you started, glancing furtively at Sirius, “me and the girls want to organize a surprise party for Professor McGonagall and we need your help as headboy. It’ll take a few hours, but you’ll help right?” Lily was looking up as well now and James immediately sat upright in his seat, clearing his throat. “For Minnie? ‘Course I’ll help!” Everybody knew that he wanted to because it was headboy duties, which meant headgirl duties as well, which meant Lily and that meant alone-time with Lily. You gave a satisfied smile as Remus looked at you from under his lashes, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Remus, I want you and Sirius to buy the things I gave you a list about, okay? Take your time, I know it’s a lot.”

“Sure thing, we got it. Right Padfoot?”

Sirius perked up as well, nodding his head so fast, you feared he’ll get a concussion. Finally, Remus had paid him attention.

“Yes! Yes, Moony and I will buy only the best for our Minnie!”

You grinned and gave him a kiss, as Remus looked down again, smirking in amusement.

“Great!”

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“Moony, come on, you never take this long. We need to get going, the list isn’t getting any shorter.”, Sirius moaned.

The hall was empty now, only the two boys left, because Remus was taking his sweet time eating everything on the table.

“Sirius”, Remus drawled, looking at the boy from under his lashes, “we don’t have to buy anything..”

Sirius tilted his head to the side, confused. “What? But you said it yourself!”

“Your girlfriend said that you wanted me to fuck you?” Remus was leaning back in his chair now, legs spread dominantly taking up space, sweater rolled up his forearms, exposing muscular and scarred skin. His gaze was intense, pinning Sirius, a slight, mocking smile on his lips.

Sirius gaped at him, rendered speechless for the first time in his life.

“If I had know that you are so desperate to have me, I would have touched you ages ago. Fucked you senseless, while you had to keep your pretty mouth shut, so no one would hear. Made you cum, over and over again. Made you suck me off like a good puppy.”

Remus kept eye-contact, relishing in the way he made Sirius blush. Sirius, actually blushed!

“Moony...” His voice was raspy, a needy whine in his tone.

Remus stood up and Sirius couldn‘t take his eyes off of him. If Remus would tell him to strip right here in the great hall, he would. But Remus isn‘t that evil. Least no yet.

„I have a gift for you in our dorm, c‘mon puppy“, Sirius melted at the pet name and took Remus‘ outstretched hand.

„Is that gift your cock?“, Sirius crooned, playing with Remus’ fingers.

Remus snorted, „M’gonna let you be a brat. Fuck it out of you later.“

Sirius blushed, again!

Remus pushed open the door and gestured to Sirius‘ bed, telling him to open his present. It was an early birthday gift, something he could only give him in private without it being suspicious.

Sirius went over and took a look at the simple black box, opening it. Inside was a thin, elegant gold chain with a small round pendant. His intitials engraved in the front, in beautiful cursive handwriting. S.O.B.

Sirius‘ breath hitched as he took the collar out, turning around to glance at Remus who was watching him, small smile on his lips.

„Moony“, Sirius said, voice barley above a whisper, „this is the most beautiful gift I‘ve ever recieved.“

Remus‘ smile got wider at that comment and he took the collar, putting it around Sirius‘ delicate neck.

Remus leaned down, lips brushing against his ear as he spoke, voice deep and thick with arousal, „I‘m the only one who can take it off. It‘s charmed. And everytime I touch the pendant on the backside, the initials change to my name, when you touch it they turn back into yours.“ To prove it, he flipped the pendant over to place his thumb on the back, and Sirius watched as the initials changed into R.J.L.

Sirius was speechless, looking at his pendant in the mirror. He swirled around, hooking his arms around Remus‘ neck, pushing himself up on his toes to kiss the boy. Remus chuckled, „I take it you like your gift?“

„Like?! I fucking love it, Merlin, Moony...“, he gasped, „Please touch it again, want your name on me.“

Remus groaned as he touched the pendant again, digging his hands under Sirius‘ thighs and lifting him against the mirror.

Remus pulled back slightly to take Sirius‘ hair out of its bun and tangled his hand in the soft, black hair. Sirius groand impatiently as Remus slowly lowered him on the bed.

„Fuck, Moony please, just touch me already.“

„Patience, puppy..“, Remus trailed of, „You‘ve waited for so long, surely you can wait a few more minutes.“

Sirius whined pressing his hips up against Remus‘, but Remus gripped them tight and pressed him down, giving him a strict glare.

„Sirius...“, his tone hard, „don‘t be greedy now, puppy. You want to cum, don‘t you? Want me to touch you?“

„M‘sorry, I‘ll be good promise, just wanna see you Moony..“, Sirius said softly, a longing expression on his face. Fuck, he had waited so long for this.

Remus softend, leaning down to kiss his neck, breathing in Sirius‘ scent. He took the smaller boys wrists and pressed his lips there, nipping at the thin skin, leaving small bruises. Sirius sat up slightly, taking his shirt off as Remus lightly scratched his nails on his sides.

„Mmm, puppy look at you. Your skin is so pure I just wanna ruin it...“, Remus growled against his stomach, teeth brusing the skin.

„Fuck, Remus, more!“

Remus took in a sharp breath, eyes lifting to look at Sirius needily.

„Say that again. Say my name again.“

Sirius grinned, tugging Remus up by his hair and moaned against his lips. „Remus, Remus, Remus...“, his voice cut off, when Remus whined and kissed him hard. No longer was their pace slow and passionate, but hard and rushes.

„Sirius, if we do this now, I won‘t be able to hold back..“, Remus gasped against Sirius mouth, „so if you, fuck, if you want to stop, say it now!“

Remus felt the familiar push of his wolf in his body and pulled back, hands fisting the bedsheet next to Sirius head.

„Remus...“

Thats all Sirius needed to say before, Remus lost control, ripping his pants of, speading his legs.

„Look at your pretty cock, baby, so desperate for me, hm? You filthy puppy...“

Sirius writhed on the bed, careful to not move his hips. Remus noticed and gave him a cocky smirk.

„Learning are you. Good boy, you are Moonys good boy, aren‘t you?“

„Yes, Remus, m‘your good boy.“

Sirius shivered and bucked his hips up, Remus’ voice making him whine loudly. He was impossibly hard, cock steadily leaking precum over his flat stomach. He was so deeply engrossed in his pleasure, that he didn’t see Remus bending over his cock again. Remus blew hot air over the tip, making Sirius let out a strangled yell. Remus kept pressing him down and pressed soft kisses all over his cock, softly suckling at the cherry red tip.

"Remus, plea-", he interrupted his own words with a cry, because Remus had suddenly taken him all the way down to his base, sucking and pushing his tongue to the vein on the underside.

Sirius couldn‘t talk, the only thing escaping his lips were breathy whimpers and he spread his legs wider. Remus licked at his heavy balls and Sirius sobbed with pleasure.

"Yesyesyes, Moony, Remus, please!" Sirius was tembling so hard, Remus had to adjust his position, and sucked harder, swallowing his cock. The wet heat of Remus mouth made Sirius want to cum so bad.

„Gonna cum, ah please ah fu-", Remus lifted his face slightly, mouth full of cock and fucking winked at Sirius. That did it for the smaller boy and he came, shouting Remus‘ name, his nails leaving little crescents on Remus’ shoulders. Remus' mouth continued licking his cock lewdly, eyes on Sirius, before finally realising him with a pop.

Sirius looked so fucked out and Remus admired him for a moment, watching the golden necklace glint in the dim light.

Remus leaned up, murmuring against his boyfriends lips. „So beautiful when you cum, Pads. My beautiful boy, hm?“

Sirius smiled blissfully, looking at Remus through hooded eyes and repeated, „Your boy?“

Remus grinned at him, all sharp teeth and red cheeks, „Your collar says so, sweetheart.“

Sirius giggled, kissing Remus.

“On you knees, Sirius.”

Sirius instantly got on his knees, back arching gracefully and Remus spread his legs further.

“Look at your pretty hole, baby, So pink and tight. Tell me what you want.”

Sirius pushed his ass back, pleadingly. “Remus please, I want you to fuck me. Wanna feel your cock, please.” Merlin, Remus was talking absolute filth.

Remus groaned, biting at the skin on Sirius’ ass and inner thighs, leaving teeth marks all over his skin. Spreading his ass he spit on his tight hole, middle finger gently rubbing against the taunt muscle and pushing inside. Remus had to squeeze his cock in his fist, holding himself back from cumming, but god, Sirius was beautiful like this.

„Look at your greedy hole, baby, taking me in so well. Why are you crying, s‘not enough? Want something bigger?“

Sirius, pushed back greedly, „Want your cock, Rem, please..“

Remus added two more fingers, stretching Sirius‘ hole as he kissed his inner thighs softly. „My good little baby, hm? Hungry for my cock, Pads? Don‘t worry I‘ll give you my cock, nice and deep. M‘gonna fill you up with my cum..“

Sirius was in heaven, ready to cum from Remus‘ voice alone, fuck he could cum all day from listening to his lover.

Remus took his fingers out, stretching his palm towards Sirius. „Spit, baby.“

Sirius spit in his palm and Remus used it to lubricate his cock, before he slowly pushed into Sirius‘ tight, hot hole.

Sirius moaned, a high pitched sound, and had to anchor himself to the bad so he wouldn‘t fall on his face. Remus wasn‘t gentle, he‘d waited plenty already and kept thrusting, nails raking down Sirius back to leave his marks. Seeing Sirius covered with his bites and scratched made him even hornier and he fucked him harder, throwing his head back as he growled.

„Rem- ah fuck Rem, m‘gonna cum, ah again!“

„Yeah?“, Remus choked out breathlessly, „I don‘t think so. Hold it, slut.“

Sirius cried out, fisting the sheets tighter in his hands, his hole clenching and Remus whimpered out a „Sirius fuck!“

Reaching down Remus wrapped his hand around Sirius‘ silky hair, pulling him up against his chest and fucked him with everything he had. He was fucking and moaning and scratching all over his body, his hand on Sirius‘ cock.

„Sirius, m‘close fuck cum for me baby, go ahead, there we go..“

Sirius came with a shout, his cum all over Remus‘ hand and Remus thrust up one last time, before he came inside of Sirius.

Sirius couldn‘t talk let alone breathe and he fell back against Remus‘ chest, boneless and dizzy.

„M‘so full, Moony so full...“, he whimpered.

„Shh, I know puppy, you did so well. Moonys good little boy, hm?“

Sirius tilted his head back and Remus smeared his lips against flushed cheeks, continuously praising his boyfriend.

„Wanna try something, baby, get on you knees for me again.“

Sirius obeyed without hesitation and gasped when he felt something cold press against his hole. A plug.

„You darling little girlfriend let me borrow her plug..“, Remus said, smirking at Sirius‘ needy expression, „told me to use it on you.“

Sirius let out a moan when the toy was completely pushed inside and gave Remus a dirty smile.

„Remind me to fuck her good later, she deserves it.“

Remus grinned and kissed the bites along Sirius spine, making out softly, before they finally fell asleep, utterly fucked out.

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yandere-sins · 3 years

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Would it be okay to ask for a crumb of yandere byleth after the war ends and him trying to get with the darling he was pining for for the longest time since he became a professor but darling wanted to travel the world and leave because she wanted to be away from the soils and aftermath of the war :3

Thanks for requesting! I chose gn!Byleth for this because I felt like it, hope that’s okay!

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Part of you had always hoped for a hand to hold you back.

Hold you back from the few stupid decisions you made in life. Hold you back from charging into a battle recklessly and getting wounded. Hold you back just for the sake of telling you how loved you were. But not this time. Not anymore.

You had made this decision with a heavy heart, but you stood by it firmly. What happened was now only the shadow of the past; the war, the lost friends, the bloodshed. And yet, as long as you’d stay in this godforsaken land, you were sure that you would never find even an ounce of happiness around you ever again. Seeing how people slowly started to rebuild their lives, move on from what happened, and cultivated the churned-up soil hurt you much more than the memories could.

Every day you woke up with tears in your eyes from yet another terrifying dream of death and pain, and looking into the eyes of other people, you knew they were going through the same. Even if time healed wounds, you weren’t sure it would be the same for you if you stayed, and thus, you packed your belongings - or at least, what was left of it - in a single backpack, throwing it over your shoulders with a heavy sigh. Who knew if some other place could make you happy. But even if it was as shit as staying here, at least you would have tried to find a way out.

So who gave Byleth the right to hold you back now?

“Listen,” you tried to argue, their stare only intensifying, leaving goosebumps on your skin. “I will go, no matter what.”

The dreaded lack of noise fell over you two as Byleth remained silent. They had never been one for speeches or long lectures, and it had always been up to everybody else to figure out what they meant once their sentences trailed off. It had never bothered you before, but you were tired. Tired of everything.

“Where are you going?” they asked, and you wondered if this was a hint at them wanting to come with you. Maybe they were tired as well. Tired of expectations and responsibilities. But who knew if they never spoke up? Shrugging, you tugged at your wrist, trying to detach it from their grip, but their hand only squeezed tighter. “I won’t know until I’m there.”

“Then...” they mumbled, thinking briefly about what they wanted to say. “Don’t go.”

You couldn’t.

“I can’t.”

“There is nothing out there. Here you at least have--”

“Nothing,” you intercepted their sentence, their mouth standing open as you interrupted them before they slowly finished their sentence. “You have me.”

In the past, this would have made you the luckiest you could have been. Who wouldn’t have wanted a chance to hear Byleth tell them about their feelings? This wasn’t a confession per se, but it was the closest it would get. Loyalty, comradery, attention - what else was there for a soldier to give to their beloved?

Your eyes falling onto the hand holding on to you tightly, your heart grew heavy in your chest. Now, it was all just a burden. When you looked at Byleth, you didn’t see the sweet, trustworthy teacher. You saw the monster of the battlefield, the blood-soaked hair, and the shining of a sharp sword. Even if they wanted you to stay, you couldn‘t imagine remaining at the side of such a monster.

A monster just like you.

“I don’t want you to go. Please... don’t leave me now as well. We can start over and become happy.”

Like in a fairytale, there even was a little smile on their lips as they said it.

“We’re too different,” was your curt answer. You had to admit it was harder to say ‘no’ than to say anything else. Even if there was nothing to care for anymore in your eyes, it was hard to hurt someone you had considered to be close to you before. “You want to stay, but I can’t do that. Please understand it.”

As hard as it was to see emotions on Byleth’s face, the sting of pain they experienced as they heard your response was clear as day. Even if desperation seemed to make them hesitant, their hand eventually loosened, slipping from yours. Having finally let you go, you pulled the strap of your backpack further up your shoulder, quietly whispering, “Farewell...” before turning around to leave.

You wouldn’t be held up anymore. Held back by no one but yourself. This was a fresh start, even if it was built on a foundation of pain and suffering. Telling Byleth goodbye in such a harsh manner only added the cherry on top, but, sometimes, to gain, you had to lose. That’s what this war taught you. It hurt, and it was sure to sting for a long time, but maybe someday time would have mercy on you and finally heal the wounds you were left with.

That was the hope and decision you had come to, even if it was cruel.

However, that’s how the world was. Cruel.

A hand clasping over your mouth from behind surprised you, your body being easily pulled back into the shadows of the monastery. You couldn’t scream as your nose was pinched, cutting off your air supply painfully. Adrenaline, pure survival instinct, rushed through your veins, but despite your struggles, you couldn’t escape the hold, running out of oxygen faster as you tried to defend yourself.

“Stay with me,” you heard as your vision became blurry. “Because I can’t let go of the past like you do.”

As you sunk to the ground, mint-green strands of hair fell into your view, eyes shining like brilliants looking down at you. Jewels of madness, that’s what they looked like, but it was too late to call out to your captor and tear them out of their trance as you lost conscience.

Perhaps, nothing had ever held you back, even when you wanted it to.

But you could be sure that a monster would never let you go.

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headcans-oneshots-and-stuff · 3 years

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Private and Public

Fandom: Teen Wolf Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader Word count: 1.4k Summary: People don’t usually realize that you’re in a relationship since you weren’t one for PDA with your boyfriend. It wasn’t that you didn’t like to display affection, it was more the Public part that made you nervous. But one night at a party that might change. Warning: None Requested by Anon: malia x reader or stiles x reader. The reader is like a ('baby gay' for malia) (first relationship for stiles) and is shy/a bit nervous about doing things simple things like hugging or holding hands and they find it cute but also comfort the reader say stuff like its okay, we can take it slow, and kinda just doing things like hugging more often to get them use to it. idk sorry feel free to to change it up and do what you want. Anyway have a good day~ 🦊,🐺or🙃. A/N: so I realize I haven’t uploaded anything at all in over a week, but life’s a bitch so I’m not gonna make empty promises of me starting to upload regularly again. I guess thing’s will be uploaded when they’ll be uploaded. I’m really sorry for all those who look forward to scheduele stuff, but I hope you understand. Lot’s of love, Brina

The red plastic cup in your hand was still filled up to the brim, the only change was the temperature that it had taken on during the hour that you had nursed it without even attempting to take a sip of the gross beer inside. Honestly, you weren‘t all too sure why exactly you had agreed to tag along to the party, neither were you sure why you were even asked to. When Scott had heard of the party a bunch of juniors and seniors had planned to have on a clearing in the woods, he knew it was a recipe for disaster. The pack had tried its best to stop the party from happening altogether, but to no avail, so instead they decided that they‘d come along to keep an eye out for potential danger. Every single pack-member in the appropriate age-group - aka still in school - had shown up, even Brett and Theo had joined in, which meant that any potential danger would have to be careful. Still, you couldn‘t quite understand why you‘d been asked to come along since you were quote-on-quote ‘just a human‘ and were usually kept away from any immediate danger the second it seemed to be in your vicinity. Not today though, today you were basically dragged with them to attend the party no matter if you wanted to be there or not and Lydia had forced you to dress in something other than the nice PJ’s that you had been chilling in earlier that day. “Hey, it’s Y/N, right?” a boy asked as he joined your side. You inspected him for a few seconds until the cogs in your head finally clicked and you realized that he was in your english lit. class. “Mhm, you’re-” you bit your lip and squinted your eyes as you tried your best to recall what his name was, “James?” “Close, it’s Jim,” the boy chuckled and smiled at you. You recognized that smile and even though you had to admit that you were a bit naive, you knew that the boy wasn’t talking to you just for the sake of getting to know you as a friend. Not quite sure what you could do about it, you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. “This party is pretty boring, what?” “Well, it’s a party in the woods in the middle of the week so I doubt there was much possibility for this to be the party of the century,” you shrugged and looked around at all the drunk people who’d definitely regret drinking so much the next morning. “You know,” Jim started and you had a bad feeling you knew where this was going, “We could get out of here, My parents aren’t home, sooo-” he scratched the back of his head and you just couldn’t help but sigh. “Listen Jim, you’re really nice, really, but I’m in a relationship.” “Oh, Ohh, okay, sorry I didn’t mean to...uhm… I just- I never saw you with anyone, I thought you were- I- Uhm- I’ll leave,” he rambled before taking a big sip of the beer he was holding and walking away with his ears tinted red-ish. You gave another sigh and shook your head slightly as you thought his words over. It was true, now that you thought about it, he had no real way of knowing that you weren’t single anymore and even though usually you didn’t mind that thought, suddenly it was somewhat bothering you. You and Stiles had been dating each other for just about a month now, but besides the other pack members and your families no one really knew about it since you weren’t really into PDA. Well, it wasn’t quite that, if you were honest. It was just that this was your first relationship and you were incredibly nervous at everything it included. It wasn’t that you felt uncomfortable with Stiles, it was the exact opposite actually, being with him was the time you felt most at ease, but you were just very anxious that you’d accidentally screw up. Of course, you also feared that your nervousness would annoy him and he’d decide that you were not worth it, but that fear was absolutely rootless since he was the most supportive boyfriend you could imagine. Oftentimes you could see the longing in his eyes when he was looking at you sitting besides him at Lunch and you knew that he just wanted to put his arm around you and give you a kiss, but held himself back for you sake. He also kept on telling you that it was okay and that you didn’t need to do something uncomfortable just to please him, that he was happy with all the cuddles and kisses he got in private and that he was more than ready to take it slow. What he did to help you otherwise was that he tried to get you used to a little bit of physical contact: hand holding in the car, small hugs throughout the day, cute little texts in class and the such. Suddenly, as you were thinking about it, you felt the strong urge to find Stiles and hug him no matter how many people were around and if you didn’t still have the completely full cup in your hand you’d think you could’ve been a little bit tipsy. You looked through the crowd searching for any sign of your boyfriend and the first thing that caught you eyes was the blond locks of a certain scarf-wearing-werewolf glimpsing through a group of junior girls that were giggling about something. With a rush of determination surging through you, you made your way through the masses of teenagers - somehow managing to hand your cup to someone on the way - and ended up only a few feet away from Isaac without having been accidentally punched or stumbling. It was like a scene in a movie when you came closer and recognized a few other pack members standing around Issac and they acted like a curtain that opened up as you got closer and revealed the most incredible boy in the world. If you’d been an outstander and had seen you stop in your tracks with a goofy, love-sick smile on your lips and your eyes almost watering up, you would’ve thought that you were watching a cheap romance movie, but you weren’t an outsider- no, you were you and you were looking at your boyfriend feeling full of love and admiration. Starting to walk again, you were sure to earn a few confused glances as you slid through between Isaac and Allison and more or less launched yourself at Stiles, your arms quickly interlocking around his waist and you face pressed into his chest. Stiles was obviously surprised at the sudden attack as he stumbled a few steps backwards before stabilizing and reciprocating the hug. You were very happy that your pack was so accommodating as they just shared some confused glances before continuing the conversation like nothing happened. “Are you okay?” Stiles leaned down and whispered in your ear, obviously worried by the sudden need for affection. “Mhm,” you nodded and basket in his hug for a few seconds more before looking up at him and smiling, “I just love you a lot and I missed you.” “I drove you here, we saw each other half an hour ago,” Stiles chuckled, but his cheeky smile showed that he was endeared by your sudden clinginess. “That was too long,” you just sighed and wished he would lean down to kiss you, but then your state of adrenalin and bluntness left you and your nervousness returned. Slowly you retracted your arms and went to stand beside him when you saw that the other pack members were looking at you with smiles on their lips. Blood rushed towards your face and your ears and you suddenly felt more embarrassed than you ever thought you would, even though you didn’t regret it. “You want me to bring you home? It’s getting pretty late,” Stiles asked silently but you could read between the lines and thankfully nodded, knowing that you’d probably ask him to come with you inside when you came to your house and cuddle. Because after all, Stiles was the best boyfriend you could ever imagine and if you couldn’t hug him all that much in public, then you’d hug the living health out of him in private.

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RFA + foreign MC

A/N: Hey guys! This wasn‘t requested, but I wanted to write these for a long time now. Also, V‘s and Saeran‘s part are coming soon, I just didn‘t finish them yet. I hope, you‘ll enjoy!

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scenario: MC isn’t from Korea and has to leave the country after the second party

warnings: none

💛 Yoosung 💛

Nope, you ain‘t leaving this country with that boy by your side.

You already considered taking a naturalization test to become a korean citizen, however you had your doubts if you could pass the test.

„Yoosung, I really want to stay, but there is no way I can get a citizenship. I can‘t even read all of the Hangeul (A/N: I think, that‘s what the korean alphabet is called.) nor do I know much about the korean history.“ „So what? I just have to teach you these things then. After all I passed all my exams with learning all the stuff the night before.“ „Yoosung…you failed the last exam…“ „Well…okay I passed most of my exams…but we can do it! We still have a week left!“

And with that the challenge began.

To be honest, Yoosung sometimes acted like it was a video game at which he had to level up his character as much as possible.

But in the end it all paid off as you walked out of the office with some documents and a huge grin on your face.

„Yes, you did it, MC!“ „No, sweetie, we did it. Together. Thank you so much!“ You said with tears in your eyes as you pulled him into a loving kiss.

🤍 Zen 🤍

At first, Zen was pissed as hell that you were not allowed to stay in Korea.

„They can‘t kick you out like that! You‘re doing everything a local also does! This is so unfair!“

Of course, you felt the same way, but in your opinion there was just no point in blaming someone. You‘d prefer to spend the rest of your time in Korea with the people you love, especially Zen of course.

However, what you didn‘t know was that Zen stayed awake every night to apply for some roles in your home country.

And after a few sleepless nights he finally got a confirmation that he got the lead role in a new musical near your home town.

„Baaabe∽ I have some great news! I got a new lead role!“ „Really!? That‘s awesome, Hyun! I‘m so proud of you!“ „Thanks…guess where the new play will be at?“ „Uh, I don‘t know? At the Myeongdong NANTA Theatre?“ „Nope, it will be near your home town! I‘m coming with you!“

At first you didn‘t believe him, but when he showed you the contract you jumped into his arms and showered him with kisses. Both of you couldn‘t be happier.

🤎 Jaehee 🤎

To say that Jaehee was sad at first was an understatement.

Sure, she never was a person that showed much of her feelings, but when you told her the news she began to cry a little. After all, you were the love of her life and the only reason to continue her lifestyle as it was.

„I‘m so sorry, Jaehee. I really tried all I could, but they just won‘t give me the citizenship.“ „No, it‘s not your fault, MC. I‘m just…sad, you know? But…we‘ll figure it out eventually.“

On the next day Jaehee went to work like everyday, however she was much more drowned in her thoughts than she thought. Even Jumin noticed her change in behavior pretty quickly.

„Assistant Kang, what is up with you today? This is the third mistake you made today. Usually your work is flawless.“ „I quit.“ „What did you just say?“ „I said, I quit. I won‘t come to work tomorrow. I‘m sorry, Mister Han.“

After looking at Jumin‘s shocked expression she walked out of the office, gathered her things and got home to tell you what she just did.

„You quit!? But why? And why so suddenly!?“ „Well, I guess I was ready for a long vacation. I heard your home country is nice this time of the year. We could finally open our café, if you want.“

And of course you wanted. Both of you celebrated Jaehee‘s decision with a dinner date and a marathon of Zen‘s musicals while our poor Jumin struggled to find a new assistant.

💜 Jumin 💜

To be honest, the options are endless with our rich boy.

But if you had to leave the country and he couldn‘t accompany you permanently due to his company, he‘d have a word with the authorities himself.

„What do you mean you can‘t stay here?“ „Well, honey, I tried to talk with them, but there are some problems with my VISA and I can‘t stay for much longer…“ „But we‘re married…“ „I know, but they don‘t seem to care.“

Well, after that he assured you that everything would be alright and that you wouldn‘t have to part ways.

On the next day he got in a meeting with his lawyer and went to the office with him. After all, it wasn‘t right to kick you out if you were legally married to a citizen and Jumin made that point especially clear to the employees over there.

When he came home that day you greeted him like always, but already noticing, that he was smiling more than usual.

„Jumin? Did something happen today?“ „Yes, my dear wife. I had a little talk with the employees at the office about your citizenship today and congratulations, you‘re officially korean now.“

With that you kissed your husband passionately and full of happiness. Sometimes, Jumin‘s wealth and fame wasn‘t so bad after all.

❤️ Seven ❤️

Seven found out about the situation, because you came home crying one day.

At first, he thought someone hurt you and he was on the verge of getting revenge in your name. No one hurt the love of his life and got away unharmed.

„MC, baby, please talk to me. Why are you crying? Did someone hurt you? Should I make them pay?“ „No, Saeyoung…it‘s not like that. It‘s just…my VISA will expire soon and I won‘t be able to stay. They told me that today at the office.“ „Oh…hey, don‘t cry, alright? It‘s probably just a mixup. Maybe they looked into the wrong file. You should give them a call tomorrow to confirm their statement.“ „Yeah…maybe you‘re right. But for now, can we cuddle?“ „Of course! Wait, let me change into my unicorn onesie!“

Later that night when you were fast asleep, Seven hacked into the national system to change some of your information and register you as an official citizen.

Of course, he didn‘t tell you about it, he just smiled when you screamed out of joy after you called the office. He was more than happy to be able to help in such a situation.

„This is so awesome! But…do you have something to do with this?“ „Weeell…I might or might not have hacked into the national system to change a few things…buuuut for my defense, hacking into it was way to easy! They were such an easy target!“

You just laughed and hugged him tightly, not caring about his illegal ways to help you out. You just really liked the fact, that he seemed to love you so much, that he would even consider to get into trouble for helping you.

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Scared & Sacred - Ch. 2

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader Description: The Mandalorian had helped you while you were hunted for your family name and you had grown a little closer over the months, but you didn’t expect THIS. How was this possible after just three times of getting so close to him. You had to find a nurse as fast as possible. Warnings: pregnancy, angst, lots of emotions, canon typical violence, fighting

M A S T E R L I S T

Chapter 2 - The Letter

Every night you prepared some more food in little portions to keep you alive on the journey you would start soon. You had three pairs of every clothing in a compartment that you would put into a bag, bought another bag on the last planet to put the food, water and a blanket in. Even got a cheap med pack on the last planet. On the next planet you‘d leave. You‘d find someone to bring you back to that harmonic place where the nurse droid told you that you were expecting.

„Cyare?“ You closed the compartment as you heard him come closer. „Hm?“ You looked up at him in front of you, holding a fuzzing Grogu. „Something‘s upsetting him.“ Arms reached up and grabbed Grogu out of Din‘s gentle grasp. „Hey, sweetpea, you‘re safe here. We won‘t let anything happen to you, yeah?“ You tried to calm him a bit. It worked a tiny bit, but he wiggled free again to sit on your lap and nuzzle into your belly. „Better?“ You chuckled and got a coo of agreement, making you chuckle. Eyes wandered up to the Mandalorian again, „It‘s okay, he can sleep here.“ It would be a nice last night having Grogu sleeping right on top of you, showing love to his sibling. You started to notice that region of your body growing harder to the touch. „Do you mind if we share?“ Din‘s modulated voice reached your ears. „I‘d prefer sleeping alone, if I‘m being honest.“ You answered softly, shutting him out of your heart and bed. „Did I do anything to upset you? You‘ve been very distant since we left Arcaro.“ That was the harmonic planet, you saved the name internally. „I miss your touch.“ „Oh, no no. Just having a lot on my mind at the moment. Going through memories of my childhood and all.“ That was only half a lie, so you didn‘t feel very bad. „If you need to talk, you know I‘m there.“ You nodded softly, starting to hear Grogu snore. „Get some sleep, Din. You have people to hunt tomorrow.“ You smiled and saw him nod before heading off to his cot.

You couldn‘t sleep with the journey ahead on your mind, so you grabbed a piece of flimsy and started writing a letter to Din that you would leave behind, attaching your soup recipe that the kid liked the most. You put it in an envelope and put it between your pillow and the mattress. Shortly after the exhaustion of the day got you to fall asleep for a few hours.

Din and Grogu were hunting for a Corellian woman while you got the last important pieces for your journey and the ship. You filled up the food supply, bought another melee weapon and you found a very used vest that would hold off blaster shots that you put on under your gown. Once all of that was done you checked through your backpack and side bag and put them on your body. A deep breath went through you as you looked around one last time. This was a great home and protection for a while, but it was time for another chapter in your life. You‘d miss Grogu a lot, as well as the beskar armored man with the patience of a Jedi.

You headed down the main street of the city to find a ship you could fly with all the way back towards the planet of Arcaro. You ended up meeting a woman that used to be a fighter for the Republic. Hated the Empire and thought bounty hunters are annoying. Seemed safe enough. As you took off she asked, „What‘s your business here?“ „Leaving behind the people that helped me run from the people that hunted my family because I‘m with child and they weren‘t ready to accept that kinda life.“ You kept it short but clear. „Damn, that sounds like a lifestory if I ever heard one. Who knocked you up?“ She was direct. Reminded you of Cara. „The man that protected me for the last months. Very kind, kind of emotionally incompetent, definitely wouldn‘t take the news well.“ „I see.“ She nodded before jumping into hyperspace. She knew you had the credits to pay her, everything else was just listening to your interesting story and getting a good tip for a market.

— POV CHANGE —

Din stepped into his ship with Grogu. It was dead silent, not completely unusual. What was unusual was the fact you didn‘t react when he called out „Cyare?“ The child in his arms cooed in confusion and looked up at him with a frown. „She might still be caught up on the market. We‘ll wait.“ But even that plan fell away once he had fully arrived home and opened the compartment that you had fully stocked before leaving. „Oh, I‘m having a bad feeling about this,“ he whispered to himself as he closed the compartment and put the scanner on his helmet on. Only your footsteps, no others in sight. That didn‘t make sense. She never really went on walks, when she did she always was back in time to welcome him. He followed the steps and arrived in another hangar. „Hey, you there!“ He pointed at the slightly intimidated man near the hangar. „Y-Yes?“ „Have you seen a human woman in white and blue gowns, a green bag and braided hair? This big, cloak is blue too, with white details on it.“ „She went through here, yes.“ „Did she seem afraid?“ „No, she was acting normal. Talked to a woman that frequently takes travellers with her to other places. Seemed to be ready for a trip.“ „Dank ferrik! Thank you.“ NOW he was a different type of concerned. Why did you leave? Willingly! He scanned over the holopad the man held, taking in the information on it that he hoped was about the ship you were in.

When he got back he noticed one of his weapons missing in his arsenal, your blue blindfold on the co-pilot seat and everything neatly cleaned and organized in the kitchen. This was starting to kill him from the inside out. What had happened? What would make you get up and leave on purpose? From the man you loved and the child you cared for so much? He checked your bed. It wasn‘t made. The only thing in here that wasn‘t neat and tidy. And there he saw it, something sticking out from under your pillow. His mind went back to the time he found a little booklet there. A booklet about human children, medical stuff. He took off his gloves and grabbed the flimsy, opening the envelope he held in his hands shortly after and noticed it was a letter addressed at him.

*Dear Din, I know this might be confusing. That I‘m gone now, that I went without telling you. I know it‘s dangerous out there and that you are a big reason I‘m still breathing, but I couldn‘t bear the idea of making a decision benefiting you and leaving me lost. When you told me you weren‘t ready for a child, I knew I had to leave. I won‘t decide against it and I didn‘t wanna hear from your voice that I shouldn‘t keep it. I‘ll miss you. I‘ll miss Grogu. He‘ll miss his unborn sibling too. I know how excited he was for it. I‘m content with knowing that the child was created out of love. Two months and about a week ago. I hope that gives you rest about the situation. I‘ll go back to Arcaro. The place with the beautiful market and one of the best nurse droids I‘ve ever met. I‘ll figure out where to go and how to be on my own from there. I hope you don‘t mind that I took one of the weapons you barely used in the last months. Have this recipe for Grogu in return, he loves it the most and sleeps the best after eating it. Love, Y/N*

Din was drowning in an ocean of feelings. He wanted to cry, scream, beg, jump in happiness and yearned to have you in his arms. Oh, how much he wanted to have you in his arms right now. How much he wished you would‘ve told him that day. He would‘ve pushed away all your doubts. He would‘ve worshipped you, your body, the wonders happening inside of you. Instead you were running from him like he was some disgusting monster.

He sat down in the pilots seat with Grogu on his arm and the letter in the other hand, setting it down gently and punching in the coordinates to the planet you mentioned. You‘d arrive there after him if he did this trick right.

— POV CHANGE —

You gave the Republic lady a big tip and a hug. „It‘s rare to meet someone to talk to like this. Thank you for the ride and the long talk.“ You smiled at her and she grabbed both of your arms gently. „I land here every now and then, so if you ever see this piece of metal land, say hello.“ She grinned and let you go.

You stepped down the ramp of her vessel to see the market you loved so much fairly empty. It was really early in the morning on this planet. You got closer to the market and saw how some vendors currently refilled their little shops. „Where do you think you‘re going?“ A dark voice was audible behind you. It was familiar. „Kuuvi?“ You turned around to the man that has been hunting you for a year now. He used to be a good friend. „Yes, it‘s me.“ You turned around to him with a smile. „How have you been?“ You asked as if he didn‘t have the capacity to kill you right there. „Eating good, having a nice ship, good people around. How about you?“ He shrugged. „Except for the nice ship I can only say the same.“ „Where is your tin can?“ „Oh, he‘s just getting some supplies. Looking for a better ship at the moment. Razor Crest is great and all, but it gets crammed in there.“ You chuckled. Being royalty made you a master of lies sometimes „Twi‘ku still wants you on his doorstep.“ He gave a dirty grin. „You still work for that half-rotten idiot with bad rates? Moff Gideon would pay you so much more, I mean he‘s the source.“ „Either would pay me enough to retire if I deliver you.“ „Well, would be against the code of any guild.“ „Huh?“ „Pregnant women aren‘t allowed to be hunted.“ With a sweet grin you watched him realize the information you had just dropped and frown, enough distracted time to run one of your knives through his throat. He grabbed after you, getting out his vibroblade, but you had a gun trained on him in return, stepping on his lung and taking out the knife. „Traitor!“ You pulled the trigger and burned a hole through his heart. Two more men were running at you, one got a blastershot to the throat and the other got your new staff punched over the head.

You looked up to see people around the market hiding behind stuff, before hearing a saber lighting up behind you. „It‘s nice to see you alone for once.“ Moff Gideon. You were dead. You were so damn dead. „What do you want from me?“ you growled and heard him chuckle. „Not much, you just took something from me that you can‘t give back.“ „My brother killing your daughter isn‘t something that involves me!“ „No, but I overheard you are with child, so we might as well call it even.“ He charged at you with his dark saber, but just before it could hit you there was something big landing between you both.

„Nobody hurts my child.“ You heard his possessive and protective voice. „Oh, how sweet.“ He attacked Din ruthlessly, making you both step back further and further. Troopers came at you from left and right and you took out the second weapon you stole from Din, shooting left and right while leaned against his back. Behind you the saber strained against Din‘s arm guards. „Give up. You won‘t win this.“ Gideon hissed at him. You heard more jetpacks land behind you. Three blue Mandalorians landed in Din‘s sight behind Moff Gideon. „You have something that‘s mine and you better give it to me.“ You heard a familiar female voice. „Bo-Katan Kryze.“ His voice was somewhere between a chuckle and an unsure shakiness. There were no living stormtroopers anymore in just seconds and the four Mandalorians closed in on Moff. His saber not working on their armor. „Any last words?“ Bo-Katan asked with a serious voice. „They‘ll never stop coming for you. For your children, your family, your friends, your religion. They will always watch.“ Din put a blaster shot through his head from a low angle, „Psycho.“

He turned around to envelope you into the safety of his arms, „Cyar‘ika!“ You were shaking and gripping onto his cape, „I‘m okay. We‘re okay.“ „You can‘t just run off like that.“ He sounded wound up, probably thinking about what would‘ve happened if he hadn‘t arrived in time. „I thought-“ „Your thoughts aren‘t the reality. You really thought I‘d tell you to get rid of your unborn child. I told you children are seen as sacred in Mandalorian culture.“ You looked behind him and got a nod from a helmetless Bo-Katan, „We‘ll get this done, go talk.“ Din tightly put his arms around you and you shot up into the sky before landing on top of a building. His hands, freed from gloves, wandered over your cheeks. „I wish you would‘ve told me. I wish so much that I could‘ve been able to tell you to stop worrying and I wish you would‘ve been able to see me jump in joy at the news. I know we don‘t talk a lot, but this was the time you should‘ve talked. If I had said something negative you still could‘ve left.“ Your lip started trembling, he was right. You were so dumb for doing this. „Hey, no no, I understand why you did it, cyare.“ His helmet touched your forehead. His hands wandered down your sides, „Can I?“ You nodded and felt his hand wander over the hardened skin on your lower belly. He went on his knees before you, hands on your hips before they wandered to his helmet. „Din, no.“ You whispered and heard the hiss. „I thought about this for a long time. There is not one way, there are multiple ways that all have the same core. Look at Bo-Katan, Boba, all these people we met. I grew up in a version of this religion that doesn’t work for me anymore, I don‘t want that to be our child's life too. I want to live it our way.“ And with that the helmet came off. „They are gone, no one can hurt you two and Grogu anymore.“ „But the Empire.“ „We‘ll deal with it.“ The helmet went down and you could finally see his face. Soft face, with harsh features, smiling, „Besides. You looked pretty hot fighting off those idiots.“ „Wait till I break your hand while delivering the child.“ You chuckled with tears streaming down your face. He was so beautiful, so gentle. His nose pressed against your belly, his grip on your hips tightening just enough for you to feel even safer. „Where‘s Grogu?“ „On the ship, probably eating all the supplies.“ You both chuckled and enjoyed the moment for a while longer. „I can‘t wait to meet you, ad‘ika,“ he whispered to your unborn baby. There was so much love in his eyes that you started crying again. „Oh, cyare.“ He took your face in his hands with a caring frown on his face. „Don‘t mind me, just hormones.“ You chuckled to lighten up the situation. „My riduur.“ His bare forehead met yours. „Huh?“ „It- It means partner.“ He said it with such an innocent unsureness that you had to whisper a small, „Oh, baby.“ „I‘ll open up to you more, yeah? We‘ll find a good planet to stay.“ „I like this one so much.“ „I know, cyar‘ika. But maybe we should go to Sorgan for a while before coming back here. Grogu will have children to play with and you will be able to relax.“ His thumbs still caressed your cheeks. „Okay, my knight in shining armor.“ You smiled and kissed his nose, before taking his helmet and putting it back on his head.

You flew back to where you had fought, finding Bo-Katan with the dark saber. „I can rule over Mandalore again and you both are more than welcome there once it‘s done.“ She sent you both a smile. „We might take you up on that.“ You smiled back at her. „We‘ll clean this up and make sure nobody else is hunting for your children. We owe you for finally having this in our hands.“ She held up the saber. „Thank you,“ Din said sincerely and nodded before you said your goodbyes and went back to the ship.

You found Grogu arms deep in a jar of nectar. „Oh Grogu.“ You giggled and he turned around with his signature coo, ears falling at being caught. „It‘s alright, but don‘t do it again. You wanna see your dada‘s face?“ You asked picking him up, cleaning him with something from one of your bags. His eyes got wider and his ears perked. You let down both your bags and the cloak before turning around to Din. „Ready?“ You smiled and he nodded before taking off his helmet. The child gasped and reached for his face, so you held him up to it. He babbled while touching all over his face, Din chuckling and intently listening. Had he always looked like that beneath the helmet when talking to Grogu? „Dada.“ His and your eyes widened at that. You turned Grogu around to look at you and praised him, „Good boy, you love your dada so much, don‘t you?“ A tiny giggle came from his body before he wiggled again. „You wanna say hello to your sibling?“ Another squeak. You sat down on the floor, so did Din while also losing some parts of his armor. He watched as the child put his hands on your belly and closed his eyes, you felt the gentle tingle again. His tiny green nose nuzzled into your skin right where he felt his sibling through the force. „You‘ll see it in a couple months.“ You smiled down at Grogu and gently touched his ears. He could sense that good things happened. That you both weren‘t as worried as you usually were. „Let‘s go to Sorgan and meet the children you like playing with, yeah?“ Another happy squeak came from the green child. „Ner aliit.“ Din murmured softly. You understood without asking. You were his family now and he was yours.

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BABE U WRITE FOR SALLY FACE?? Anything with Travis (male s/o with him obviously) or Sally please :O your writing is amazing!!

YES I DO !! i used to have a bunch of wips i still haven’t finished but i figured i can still add sf to my list since it was such a comfort game when it came out haha. as per usual, this isn’t beta read, i fucked the formatting up twice but just squint when you notice any errors- also thank you love <3 i‘d give you a free bologna sandwich for requesting trav ily. 100% beef obviously /winkwonk

fabric

•warning: abuse, religious guilt, homophobia and f-slur use, bad first kisses, badly written fluff, travis being travis

Travis was meant to live a life molded for him by his father. The pattern was already placed on the fabric when his first cry shook the hospital room at 6:33am. He was supposed to be cut from his father‘s mold but Travis‘ fabric was already old and frayed, the intertwining strings of muted tones that held him together felt lose by the time he could run. Sometimes he thought about the reason why he was incomplete. His fabric wasn‘t strong enough to hold his family name, not stretchy enough to bounce back from his father‘s reactions. Travis‘ mother patched him up every time there was another bruise on his back or face. She would cut parts out of her own fabric to cover the ripped strings her husband‘s belt left on their son. But she had only so much left when the beatings got worse.

Travis was in middle school, attending a christian summer camp a few hours away from Nockfell. He never noticed how different the air was at home but the sky was so murky compared to literally everywhere else. His father thought it was a good idea to let the boy out of town while he took care of the Ministry business which was code for something Travis shouldn‘t stick his nose into. He never asked but someone went missing while he was gone. Tragic.

Not as tragic as the camp counselor calling Travis home on their last day. The boy didn‘t know about that but they told his father about some inappropriate behavior his son showed with a fellow camper - a boy his age, Kenneth didn‘t care for the name or where he was from. All he needed to know was what his son did with that boy. The counselor tried to calm the angry parent on the phone but as soon as the information was exchanged the line went dead. He didn‘t want to hear the washed up excuses. His son was young and it was best to get these urges out of his system before they could even develop - dig for the deepest root you could find and rip it from the still fresh ground before it bloomed into something ugly, even if that meant that the garden would never bloom at all. Kenneth was a man of action after all.

That evening Travis came home clueless while his father already stood in the hallway with his wife behind him, holding onto his hand and uttering whispered quick prayers but his thick fingers already curled around the leather painfully hard. The strain it caused in his hand only fueled the need for a release as he charged for his son who didn‘t even have the chance to slip out of his worn sneakers.

That evening his mother didn‘t stay when Kenneth told her to go to bed early. Travis asked himself if it pained her the same way it pained him when his skin split under the force his father put in his first few strikes.

“You want to hold hands with boys now?“

“My son isn‘t a faggot, is that clear?“

“I gave you a place in this filthy town. You will appreciate it and live a proper life!“

“You will thank me when you don‘t burn for being dirty.“

It wasn‘t meant for Travis to answer because by the end of the night he would not even think about a boy‘s hand to be soft and warm anymore.

Travis was older now but he never found enough of anything to mend the damage his father did that night. Travis didn‘t try to explain that he held onto the boy because they figured that they wouldn’t slip on the wet mud that way. Instead he kept quiet about it ever happening and his father was content with this as long as he pulled his son from the devil‘s path to sodomy.

And Travis thought so too until a thread of blue fabric pulled together a gaping hole in his fabric. It stuck out like a sore thumb - too vibrant but warmer than any patch his mother gave to him and when he sat on the grimy bathroom floor in school after Sal Fisher of all people gave him a fucking pep talk, it felt nice. The warmth let his tears evaporate so he could pull himself together for the rest of the day.

But it was short lived. The warmth spread through him so fast he felt like burning up whenever he sat in class with Sal. He tried everything to get that blue thread out of his life but pulling on it only felt like strangling himself and he regretted ever letting his bully persona slip in that bathroom just because Sal fucking Fisher found the note he threw away - the note that was about him but Travis never had it in himself to tell him that. He regretted his promise to be less of an asshole because he knew he couldn‘t. Not even three days later the heat in his belly was so hot that he boiled over when he saw Fisher talking to that ginger nerd by the lockers. He ended up calling him a faggot because how dare he be openly gay in the same town Kenneth Phelps lived? How dare he be happy like this?

Sal tensed at the insult. Did he actually think Travis could be better? And why was his freakshow friend not hurt at the insult when it still burned in his throat to say it? Why did it feel like the slur wasn‘t meant for Todd at all? Travis swallowed hard as he fled the hallway in such a hurry that the three folded up pamphlets in his barely zipped up backpack fell on the muddy vinyl flooring.

“Fuck, Phleps. Just wait. Travis!“ The boy in question tucked at his collar as he turned a corner just to slip into another empty corridor. They had a free period right after gym class and Sal Fisher was determined to finally talk to the boy who relentlessly bullied him to now avoid him like it was the other way around. “Jesus, I‘m not gonna pry but if your dad-“ Sally harshly bumped into Travis as he whipped around, finally coming to a stop. Shame crawled up the taller teen‘s neck when he didn‘t find the prosthetic nose digging into his sweater uncomfortable.

“Shut up! God, just stop!“ Sal was surprised that he would use his Lord‘s name in vain like that and if the situation was anything but this he would‘ve laughed. “Travis, I don‘t know how you feel but-“, Sal tried again but Travis was at his limits this time. “You don‘t and you never will, Fisher. Your dad would accept you being a dirty faggot but mine doesn’t!“ He tried to fill his words with venom but it all bounced back on the guy‘s mask anyway with how much his voice actually trembled.

There was a moment of silence that made Travis want to literally get struck by his God‘s angry lightning. He couldn‘t even leave. It was like all the root his father dug out slowly crawled back to feed on his shame and ground him in front of Sal who still had to react and maybe Travis should just tell him to fuck off so he wouldn‘t have to find out what he wanted to say next.

“Travis...“ Sal lowered his voice in a fake moment of privacy. “Are you-?“ Travis already shut his eyes as he clenched his fists. He didn‘t like where this was going but there was no more fight in him. “Nevermind. You don‘t owe me shit but I saw your back.“ Travis exhaled through his mouth until there was nothing left in his lungs. He knew where that question was headed. Are you gay, Travis? Are you the faggot and that‘s why you‘re so angry? He was glad that Sal changed his approach because even Travis himself was too scared to find the answer.

“So what, Sally Face? You‘re sticking your nose somewhere it doesn’t belong. If you even have one under that stupid mask.“ Travis harshly pushed his index finger into the boys chest and the sharp inhale he made almost made him freeze up and apologize. But he couldn‘t. He was too deep to go soft now. The look in Sal‘s eyes was enough to make Travis finally stumble backwards and push past him.

He didn‘t follow him this time.

His verbal fights with Sal Fisher were like a damn wake up call for the teen. The rush of warmth it spread in his chest and the cold shiver in sent down his spine were shaking his body every time. He started noticing that Nockfell wasn‘t that murky. Travis used to really like yellow as a child because it reminded him of his mother’s favorite sunflower dress. She was a different woman now. The vibrant yellow was fading just like her hair. Maybe it was just Nockfell, maybe it was because of her suffocating husband draining her of her life and slowly unraveling her fabric. It didn‘t matter now but to make a depressing story short, Travis didn‘t have a favorite color anymore.

But the sky looked like a pretty shade of blue on some days. He never noticed but his bathroom tiles had blue specks in them. He always thought they were just a weird grey. There were tiny flowers blooming in the most vibrant blue behind the school and he wished that they were behind the church too but nothing ever grew around that building. But he would pluck them sometimes when he was skipping gym class. His last fight in the empty hallway was weeks ago and he hoped that Sal finally gave up on his savior complex. But why did his chest sting at that thought? His fingers slowly clutched his sweater as he stared at a withering flower by his foot. Travis jumped out of his thoughts when the metal door creaked open.

“Yo.“ Sal pushed the door closed with his shoe as he held up a hand to casually greet him. His face scrunched up. “What do you want?“ Travis lowered his head again. The boy obviously noticed the fresh shiner on his face already but facing him still felt like he exposed himself. “Just wanted to confirm that the church boy was skipping class.“ Uninvited, the teen sat beside Travis on the grass, with a healthy distance of course. “Shut up. My faith has fuck all to do with school“, Travis spoke lowly but his voice was tired. Sal just hummed in agreement before silence draped over them. Not uncomfortably like the usual strained void of reactions when one of them dropped something they weren‘t prepared for. It felt ok like this and it felt like a blanket. To Travis that blanket was soft and blue but before he could shake it off and stand up there were strings of the obnoxious fabric already weaving themself into his personal space.

“We don‘t have to fight all the time.“ Sal didn‘t look at him and neither did Travis. He really didn‘t have a reason to disagree. Not one that wouldn’t blow his cover at least.

“Maybe I could come to your little church and-“ Travis head snapped up. “Don‘t“, he blurted out a little louder than he meant. “It‘s a joke. I‘m not religious.“ Sal snorted, plucking a few pieces of grass. “Yeah, because you‘re a sinner in the eyes of the Lord. You f-“ Travis had to physically stop himself by biting his lip. Sal looked over at him and Travis wished he didn‘t. “Sorry“, Travis mumbled, refusing to meet his eyes, or eye since he was pretty sure his other eye never moved before. “I‘m trying to not call people that anymore.“ because all I hear is my father saying it.

“It‘s cool.“ It wasn‘t. “Why are you skipping?“ Travis huffed. It was weird to not let the conversation derail into verbal abuse. “I don‘t know. I fell. Hit my head on the door pretty bad. As you can see.“ Sal just hummed. “That‘s why you‘re limping, too?“ Travis blurted out a “yes“ a little too fast. Why was he nervous? His whole school life already revolved around cover up stories about the strange aches and bruises he got out of nowhere.

“Right.“ Sal let it slide, again. “You‘re acing algebra, Fisher.“ It wasn‘t a question so Sal didn‘t say anything. “Hmm.“ Travis cursed himself for never learning proper social skills but his father didn‘t like him bringing strangers into the house and his teen years were a constant feeling of push and pull of picking fights with boys that sparked an ugly tingle in his belly.

“You need a tutor?“ The silence seemed to be enough for Sal. Fuck him and his open fucking hand. “Maybe.“ Travis flicked a flower with his finger, dismissing the clear offer because his stomach ignited at the fact that Sal didn‘t hate him enough yet. “Maybe there is a tutor in Addisons Appartement, Room 402, who‘s free on the weekend.“ Sal couldn‘t help but smile under his mask as Travis huffed. “Fuck you, Fisher.“

Sal already forgot about his offer when lunch passed and his dad stood in the kitchen, washing their dishes, enjoying the background noise of his son watching TV with his cat. They were so engrossed in the VHS tape Sal put on that he didn‘t hear the door until his dad whistled from the kitchen. “Sally, door.“

“Huh? Oh. Yes, dad.“ He jumped to his feet, leaving Gizmo to the slasher movie he seemed to like. “Weird, Larry said he‘s busy“, Sal mumbled, opening the front door. “Oh.“ It was a knee jerk reaction from Sal because he expected everyone but Travis Phelps to knock at his door and truth be told, he looked like he‘d rather be anywhere else with the way his awkward greeting caught in his throat and died on his tongue as a huff. His eyes followed the way the blue strands hung over Sal‘s shoulders, the mask straps upsetting the smooth texture as a few chunks hung over the elastics. Travis hasn’t seen him with his hair down. He looked smaller in big sweatpants and a band shirt too.

“Travis?“ The boy‘s eyes snapped back to the mask in front of him. “So, algebra?“ Sal tilted his head a smidge. A small habit he picked up to better communicate what would otherwise be shown in his facial features. But it made Travis want to scream for a multitude of reasons as heat crept up his neck. “Obviously.“

Anyone else would‘ve told him to fix his tone or fuck off but Sal held open the door for him. It felt wrong but Travis took the invitation, rubbing his clammy hands on his pants. “Who is it?“, a deeper voice called and Travis almost jumped. He had to remind him this wasn‘t Kenneth. Mr Fisher wasn’t anything like his dad and he didn’t have to be on edge around the boy. “A friend“, Sal replied shortly, only getting an approving hum.

A friend. Did Sal see him as a friend? He couldn‘t dwell on it since he was pulled into the boy‘s bedroom that looked nothing like his. “Just sit anywhere.“ Sal wildly gestured into the room and Travis sat on the barely made bed as Sall dropped his books next to him.

Travis felt like there was something breathing down his neck the entire time they sat on Sal‘s bed. His shirt collar felt like it was about to cinch his neck closed, the dangling cross necklace he kept under his shirt felt hot to the touch like it burned the shape of Jesus into his chest with every sinful thought that crossed his mind as Sal explained the most bland and unerotic subject.

“Travis?“ The boy almost choked on his own spit.

“Romans 1:26-27.“ Travis stumbled over his own words but the verse was engraved into his head after writing and reciting it for a month straight under the stern eye of his father. There was a briefe silence for a moment.

“What?“ Sal looked up from the book in his lap.

“What?“ Travis felt breathless as he stared back at Sal. “Nothing“, he quickly added before Sal could even say anything else. “Explain that again?“ But he didn‘t. Instead, Sal pushed the book off his thigh, still staring the boy down. “Did you really come here for algebra, dude?“ No. “Yes.“ Travis fiddled with the hem of his shirt, not knowing if it was anxiety, anger or just bile scratching against his stomach lining to crawl out of him.

When Sal didn‘t say anything else Travis just reached over the boys lap to take the book himself but there was already a hand pressing against his shoulder. Travis hissed as he pulled his arm back, making Sal pull back just as fast. They stared at each other for a moment before Sal‘s gaze darted to his shoulder. “You fell pretty hard on that door.“ Travis clenched his jaw. “Shut up, Fisher, and back the fuck up.“

The boy shook his head, scooting away an inch. “Listen, you can say no because I would too but I can at least get you ointment for that.“ Sal gestured to his back and shoulder and something in Travis just crumbles as he lets his hands drop into his lap, staring them down to not look at Sal. “Ok. If it gets you off my back you parasite.“

Travis didn‘t plan this when he knocked on the apartment door. He expected to maybe stay 20 minutes before something would make him see red but all he saw was blue. Maybe he was cursed. All these years of plucking out the roots his father couldn’t reach were rendered worthless now that he sat on the rough carpet, holding his shirt up as Sal dug out the ointment.

How did he even get here? His heart beat in his throat when he felt a presence behind him. He felt the need to say something. He wanted to make it clear that this meant nothing to not make it weird but wouldn‘t that make it weirder? Wasn‘t this the same as his mother putting a bandaid on his cuts and whatever herbal mixture on his wounds? It wasn’t because he never felt the sick urge to kiss his mother.

“Ready?“, Sal asked, kneeling behind him with a glob of cool ointment on his index and middle finger. Fucking hell, why did he have to make it weird? He definitely had to say something now.

“It was my dad.“ Travis spoke fast enough to mutter his words but the long pause probably meant that Sal heard him anyway. He wanted to melt into the carpet, leave behind a stain on the boy‘s floor to annoy him just one last time. He didn‘t know what he expected him to say to that and he also didn‘t know why that was the thing he had to say. But Sal made it easy on him by just not answering at all. Instead, he dabbed the cream on the first bruise, making Travis inhale sharply but otherwise biting his tongue. Sal figured that Travis wanted to act tough by not showing that it hurt but actually, Travis didn‘t trust his voice under Sal‘s soft fingertips.

“Travis“, Sal spoke again. Travis wasn‘t sure if he hated the heavy silence more of the fact that Sal was the first to say something while he was rubbing little circles into his back. He didn‘t answer but that never held Sal back.

“Are you gay?“ His voice was so quiet that Travis wouldn‘t have heard it if they sat a little further apart but it had the same effect as screaming it for all of Nockfell to hear. Sal felt him tense up under his touch, already expecting him to jump up or at least yell at him. But neither of them did anything. Sal‘s fingers rested against the heating skin, feeling it rise with every ragged breath he managed to take. “Travis-“

“Fuck, Sal. What? Do you want me to tell you about the times my dad beat the gay out of me or do you prefer that time I wanted to kiss you in that gross fucking bathroom?“, the teen finally barked, letting his words sink in first before he hissed a quiet “shit“. The fingers on his back pulled away as Sal sat on his heels. “You wanted to kiss me?“, Sal repeated, slower than Travis but he just pressed the balls of his hands into his eyes until he saw shapes and felt like the pressure would crush his face. He heard Sal shuffle around the room, probably getting ready to throw him out like he should‘ve done a while ago. But the shuffling stopped in front of him and something told him not to look but cold hands were already on his wrists to peel his cramping hands from his face. Travis opened his eyes just in time to see that mask uncomfortably close but before he could say anything, there was an odd sensation on his lips with minimal pressure. Sal was kissing him and it snuffed the flame in his stomach for just a moment, allowing the torched butterflies to unfold their wings and fly high enough to even make his heart pump overtime. But the feeling was lost just as soon when Sal inched backwards, pulling his prosthetic back in place before Travis could even take any of this in.

“Sorry.“ Sal threw it into the room for Travis to interpret. But the gears in his head threatened to jump out of place already so he reached out to Sal who already flinched backwards, holding onto his mask. “You don‘t want that.“ Sal pushed his hand back a little. “How would you know?“ Travis furrowed his brows at him but he was thankful. He wasn‘t sure if he could take seeing the boy bare like that but he was craving that feeling his father tried to snuff so desperately.

Sal just shook his head as Travis inched closer. “I‘ll close my eyes.“ Now it was Sal‘s turn to hole up in silence, knowing that neither of them could handle the mask coming off. Something made him trust Travis‘ words as he opened the bottom clasp which was the cue for Travis to shut his eyes. He did and seconds later he felt Sal on him again. One hand clamping over his eyes just to make sure and the other fisting the front of his shirt.

This time Travis felt the cleft in Sal‘s lip and the scar tissue ripping up the soft skin. He leaned into the kiss. Where were his hands supposed to go? When Travis didn‘t find the answer his body moved on autopilot. One hand threaded through the surprisingly smooth strands as the other clung to the small of his back.

Travis should‘ve been grossed out by the drool pooling out of Sal‘s torn lip but he wasn‘t. He should be grossed out by Sal being a boy but he wasn‘t. When Sal pulled back he kept his hand over Travis‘ eyes while the other wiped the spit off his chin. The kiss alone was enough to patch up his murky fabric with bright blue strings that dominated the colors his father painted him in. Travis didn‘t know what would happen after high school. Hell, he didn‘t even know what would be tomorrow. But he didn‘t want the bright fibers to unravel him again.

A knock on the door startled both of them, making Sal pull his arm away and Travis rapidly blinking. He didn‘t notice the mangled face first as the unruly blue caught his eye. His hand did that. His heart beat in his throat again as he overheard Sal‘s father say something and Sal shooting a hum of agreement back. His prosthetic was already on his face again before Travis could catch anything besides the scar tissue crawling up his jaw and chin before splitting his lips and exposing teeth and gum.

Maybe blue was his favorite color.

#tw toxic family #tw abuse #tw religious trauma #tw slurs #sally face #travis phelps #sal fisher #travis phelps x sal fisher #travis phelps x sally face

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the cut that always bleeds - kevaaron au pt 3

kejerejean stans? this one is for you. no seriously this one is out of jean‘s point of view? cuz honestly i love that hoe so much. as always get your tissues ready guys. this is actually kinda long? and a mess? and no one beta read it so if there are mistakes or it doesn‘t make sense i‘m sorry!! this is not that sad? tw: mention of murder, mention of physically hurting someone, mention of stabbing, mention of the nest, mention of trauma

check this out to find the other parts:)

Jean has always been a light sleeper. He had to be in order to survive the horrors of Evermore.

So naturally the sobs - as silent as they might have been - woke him up. His eyes opened at once, he sat straight up. Almost automatically he got to his feet and left the room to get to Kevin.

After all, comforting Kevin was like breathing to him.

Jeremy followed Jean, because he would always follow Jean. Jeremy was like a moth and Jean was the light. Wherever he went Jer would follow.

So they went to Kevin‘s room. The striker laid in his bed, curled up, phone in his hand, uncontrollable sobs escaping his mouth.

„I see you took the call this time“, Jean said, surprisingly gentle.

„I wanted to end it. I wanted to have a clear cut. So tell me, why does the cut still bleed?“, Kevin whispered, his voice barely audible.

„Because it‘s a cut that always bleeds“, Jeremy told Kevin as he came closer, carefully and ever so gentle placing his hands on the other boy‘s back.

„He said he wants me to come back to him“, Kevin whispered while holding onto himself as if to try to stop himself from falling apart. „He told me he misses me. That he only gets high when he misses me“

It was quiet in the dark room, shadows were dancing, just as Aaron and Kevin used to dance in the dead of night underneath the night sky.

„You did the right thing Kev“, Jean replied in French while he got into the Bed behind Kevin. Just like they used to do in the Nest.

When Kevin was in his arms he began to hum a French lullaby into his ear.

Jeremy joined them after a second of admiring his beautiful boyfriend and the broken boy in his arms.

„Dude, do you want something? Hot coca? A special Knoxian hug? Us to get Andrew to gut that bastard? Wait, hold on. I forgot. Twin brother. Well, I can gut him for you? Andrew and this is a word by word quote told be once ‚You‘re like a little unicorn in a world full of wolfs with razor sharp teeths, learn to gut the wolfs, stay safe‘, so he taught me how to stab someone? Yeah okay that is not the topic right now, I can still gut Aaron though. I mean Andrew would try to hurt me, but then again I‘m his best friend so he does not have the rights to gut me, right?“, Jeremy offered him a toothy grin, while his hand wandred to his neck rubbing it nervously.

„Can you please not gut him? First of all: Andrew already tried to choke me once when Josten was in danger and I told them where he was, cause apparently yOu DoN‘t KeEp ThOsE tHiNgS tO yOuRsElF yOu FuCkInG mOrOn. I think you do keep those things to yourself if the other option is to get fucking murdered by the mafia??? But what do I know, am I right? After all I‘m just a narcistic, Exy-obsessed asshole without a personality. Bonus I have anxiety, panic attacks, probably depression and I‘m unlovable“, Kevin mumbled into his pillow, the voices of the other foxes, of the other teams inside of his head.

„Did they tell you that?“, Jeremy asked, not quite able to hide the sadness and pain in his voice.

„Doesn‘t eveyone think that?“, Kevin asked. „I mean I think they tend to forget that the woman who gave birth to me, the last woman who geniuely loved me besides maybe Abby, invented the job. I think they tend to forget that the fucking mafia killed her when they found out I‘m not theirs by nature, so the only solution was apparently fucking murder. Then they kidnapped me, brainwashed and tortured me to the point where all I knew was Exy. Oh and maybe they also tend to forget that Ravens were only ever allowed to do Exy, if you were privilegded enough sleep, and do more Exy“

„Kevin you are so much more than that“, Jean whispered into Kevin‘s ear while pressing him against his chest. Just as they used to do in the Nest. „I might be mad at you, because you left me alone with those psychopaths. I used to think you didn‘t care about me. But you were just like me, okay with less scars and less you know. However I cannot say I wouldn‘t have done the same. I understand you now, Kevin. And please, please stop saying those things. And now let us cuddle you and let Jer go through his ridiculous post break-up list. We‘re gonna cuddle you and all you have to do is trying to fall asleep. Used to help me when I was alone at USC. Could only sleep properly when someone held me. Well, Jeremy. Tomorrow we‘ll shove unhealthy food down your throat and watch Downton Abbey or whatever those historcial dramas you love so much are called. While stroking your hand or whatever you‘re into big boy. Afterwards we‘ll take the dogs out and force you to watch the fucking sunset. And I‘ll hold your fucking hand“

Kevin supposed the middle of the night was the time of long lost truths. „Okay“, he mumbled while he moved closer to Jean. Replacing his smell with Jean‘s. It took him a while to fall asleep but he managed.

At the same time Jeremy said „Mi amor, I love you, I really do, but that was literally the most romantic thing you said in the past two years? That is way more romantic than ANY date you ever planned for me? Rude? The audacity?“

„Moi soleil, you don‘t have the ‚cult kidnapped me and tortured me‘ card you can pull, you get the bonus treatmeant of any other people. Besides I literally have matching tattoos with you? I drew you like multiply times? I wrote like a dozen poems and at LEAST one short story? I wrote you a fucking lullaby? You have no right to complain right now, or you‘ll loose your kissing privileges and I give them to Kevin“

„Eww gross“, Kevin mumbled.

„I don‘t remeber you saying that back in the Nest“, Jean replied, poking his cheek.

Kevin didn‘t have the energy to answer. It was a long day. Sleep could have him for the day. Death’s little sister might claim him for the night.

This night he dreamed about Aaron. Strong arms around his waist. Golden eyes locking with smaragd ones. They were on some lonely beach, kissing lazily while the water kissed their feet. It was a beautiful day. Not as beautiful as Aaron, but then again nothing would ever be as beautiful as this specific piece of art. Everything was alright. Everything was good. Why couldn‘t it be the real Aaron and the real Kevin on that beach.

At about noon Kevin woke up to a drooling Jeremy on his stomach and the smell of waffles and soft French swearing in the kitchen. Softly Kevin woke Jeremy up.

„Sorry I always end up on weird angles and drooling on random guys. Jean used to get so mad when I fell asleep in his lap. But you can‘t take him serious when he looks with you with heart eyes trying to be Mad, can you? Anyways we should probably go to him and help him? Oh wait hold on a hot second there. I‘m banned from the kitche, so we can sleep? Right? Right?“

„I hate to break this to you Jer, but it‘s noon. So, no we cannot sleep. You can choose my clothes, though. I know you love going through my stuff and playing dress the doll, Kevin Day edition“, Kevin almost smiled at Jeremy, when he looked up at him pouting.

Then he remembered another blonde boy, pouting at him when he told him no. Another constellation of freckles around another, straight, perfect nose. Sinful lips softly turned up, trying to look mad. Hazel eyes instead of ocean blue ones. Messy blonde curles, instead of soft badly dyed ginger ones. Strong arms instead of lean ones covered in flower tattoos. God, Kevin missed his Aaron.

No, not his. Not anymore

„Okay, but you have to wear to fab outfit I‘ll throw in your face“, Jeremy gave him another easy, toothy grin.

Slowly the other boy got out of bed and went over to the cabet. Slowly Jer went through Kevin‘s cloths. After a while he slowly turned around, holding a jersey that is obviously by far too small for Kevin in front of his face. „What is that? Why do you still have his jersey? Babe, you gotta get rid of that, rather sooner than later“

Jeremy had the weird habit of calling his friends babe, baby, dude or bro. Before Jean he called his boyfriends bro or dude as well, but Jean was so confused by it he quickly stopped doing it.

„First of all: I‘m a weak ass bitch, it smelled of it. And secondly maybe I wanna stab it once I‘m over the phase where I‘m like madly missing him?. I‘d just put it into a pillow, stab at it like a maniac and then set it on fire. I didn‘t grow up with a psychopath as my supposed best friend for nothing Jer“

„Okay? Well I got your clothes. And you‘ll look amazing, cause it‘s the FOX ONSIE I GOT YOU!!! I‘ll wear my onsie as well, and I‘ll force Jean to wear his one as well!! Much fun!! Much wholesome!!“

So that‘s how Kevin Day, queen of Exy, landed sandwiched between his childhood crush and long life crush on their couch, watching Downton Abbey with a plate of waffles on his lap. This was nice. He might had actually enjoyed it, if this wasn‘t his and Aaron‘s show. They used to watch it, cry over it together, make out while watching it.

Thank God didn‘t actually touch him while watching Downton Abbey, he was good at daydreaming. Kevin would just had preteneded that it was Aaron and he thought him breathing Aaron‘s name was the last thing any of them needed today.

After their Downton Abbey marathon they ordered pizza, against Kevin‘s better judgement. Another traditon Kevin shared with Aaron. At finals Aaron would often forget to eat and Kevin was too big of a mess to be bothered to cook so he would end up ordering something every single day and feeding it Aaron while he studied on the floor. Occasionally he would earn a soft kiss, growing hungrier when the night grew darker. God Kevin missed the soft lips on his own.

Kevin would have enjoyed the beach, wouldn‘t he be dressed in a fox onsie, holding hands with a 6“5 guy who looked like he both could and would kill you in a unicorn onsie holding two tiny dogs in his other hand and with a 5“4 dude in a matching unicorn onsie with two dogs that were almost bigger than him.

At least this didn‘t remind him on Aaron.

Well, actually. The way the ocean softly kissed the sand, reminded him of his dream. And of the endless trips to the beach, sleeping in the car, Aaron on top of him. Lazy kisses and warm hugs. It was the first place Aaron took Kevin after their rehab. It was the first night they spent together, as sober men. Well, not sober per se. But drunk and high on each others love. It might had been the most painful memory of the day. God he missed those strong arms around his waist.

Nontheless the pain got less, he felt almost numb. Kevin liked feeling numb. Nothing hurt when you feel numb.

The sunset was beautiful. It reminded him of golden hairs, freckles standing against golden skin, soft lips at his ears, his neck, the corner of his lips.

„Aaron you‘re supposed to look at the sunset, you shithead“, Kevin used to smile down at him. „But I‘m already looking at the most beautfiul thing this world has to offer“, Aaron replied smoothly, locking eyes with Kevin.

When the moon took the place of his long lost lover they decided to go back.

It was safe to say that no one dared to think that someone would wait for them there. Especially not the one person they tried to avoid by all means the entire day.

„You said to stop calling. Never mentioned face to face conversations“, a husky voice said. And Kevin‘s world stopped.

#all for the game #the foxhole court #the raven king #the king’s men #kevin day #aaron minyard #kevaaron #ship: kevaaron

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kendrixtermina · 4 years

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The “Genocidal Edelgard” Shallowtake

I was not going to make a post about this because it’s most likely futile and not going to convince anyone nor do I believe in dinifying the purity police with attention, but maybe it will let some ppl know that they dont have to let themselves be shamed for liking the wrong video game character

Whatever might have been the case in the distant past when Nemesis was around, by the “present day” the Nabateans are not at all some commonly oppressed stereotyped minority - the setting is chock full of characters that fit that bill a lot better like Dedue or Cyril. Characters that are ordinary humans not magic dragons.

And even that is more founded on general purpose xenophobia than from the specific, relatively new early modernity construct of racism. (the dedue situation probably comes the closest)

Sure, Seteth and Flays have to hide from their old enemy the Agarthans, I see how some might find that relatable etc. but most of the population isn’t aware that they exist at all. They hold high status positions, are worshipped by the local religion and Rhea all but rules the entire continent (and says so herself to Byleth in that speech about how she was just “ruling this wayward country in your stead”, “you” being Sothis) - though that is mostly Rhea’s doing of which Seteth and Flayn are relatively innocent.

The interviews pretty much confirmed that the Nabateans constituted the local aristocracy and that many humans genuinely saw the Elites as liberators - though there was definitely also an element of ppl going around killing random Nabateans to gain superpowers, not to speak of Nemesis’ very obvious very unambiguous mass murder. Not wanting to be ruled over by foreign powers is understandable, though obviously killing them all down to the last civilian was just flat out evil - its certainly not a simple situation, we can all agtree Nemesis & the Agarthans were evil but there is no clear defined good guy.

There are historical conflicts you could compare this to, perhaps some conflicts in Africa or the middle eastwhere different groups took turns being the ruling class after the latest war, but it’s not at all like the modern USA or early modernity colonialism, and forcing every real or, in this case, imagined scenario inherently dependent of fantasy elements, into this one framework from the present or near past isn’t conductive to understanding at all.

And in the present day, by the time Edelgard is alive, we are talking about three specific people that she has good reason to dislike individually. Not any sort of group at all.

She calls Rhea a cruel beast because that’s all she’s ever seen Rhea to be. She’s the shadow tyrant who rules her world, who created the crappy world Edelgard grew up in. It’s no different Cubans thiking badly of the castros after suffering through famines - or, no need for such extreme examples really, ppl call their least favorite politicians monsters all the time.

She’s wrong to assume that Seteth & Flayn are wholly on board with this, but on the other hand, it’s not at all a far-fetched assumption to make: They hold high positions in the church though they ostensimbly just appreared out of nowhere one day. Do you have to be an evil bigot to assume that the brother and right hand man to the tyrannical god-queen is condoning & supporting her actions?

The truth is of course that underneath her pseudo-parental facade Rhea is sort of a scared girl, very lonely, very afraid, and ashamed, in a shallow, childish way, for “breaking the rules” just because they are rules. She says she can’t trust anyone, that she feels lonely & isolated... and while no one can blame her for distrusting humans after the slaughter of her people, but the reason she can’t trust Seteth is that she’s keeping her bad deeds secret from him. He wasn’t there the whole time, he just showed up a few decades earlier.

She sees herself only as filling out for Sothis and doesn’t quite grasp that she’s in charge, very much a follower personality bent on stasis & regularity.

Is Edelgard obliged to try & unravel the complex psychology of the tyrant who rules her home to correctly deduce why she would deceive even her own family? By all intents and purposes, Edelgard is the one getting rid of an oppressive government that doesn’t let ordinary humans let a say at all. A government where ppl of others faiths and nationalities are typically oppressed unless they work directly for the church.

It’s like having a disdain for, say, Ivanka Trump. She holds a high position in her father’s administration despite having no obvious qualifications, she appears to be profiting & making bank from her father’s atrocities, she certainly hasn’t done anything to stop him or disavow him the way that, say, her cousin Mary did - if you suffered under Trump’s regime you’d be very justified in assuming that Invanka is probably a bad person.

Flayn only looks young (She might not if we saw her in other clothes). I mean, Kronya could badly impersonate a schoolgirl. At the very least they’ve supported the regime by refusing to question their own side and they show some however benevolent belief that it is their duty to “guide” the people. Leaving her to the Agarthans is certainly questionable, but no more so than doing it with Rhea herself, under the assumption that she’s guilty and that it’s a sacrifice that will prevent larger chaos. The agarthans had their plan long before they created Edelgard as we know her, and she couldn’t stop their plots all on her own.

You could say that it’s callous, distasteful or a deal breaker - as the death knight is her direct subordinate & she makes a personal appearance in mask, I would argue that she definitely knew & sanctioned the kidnapping - but she’s no more callous towards Flayn than towards anybody else.

Of course, that doesn’t mean they’re evil, or that they deserve to die.... and Edelgard would agree with me. She doing all this to prevent death – flipping the lever on the trolley problem so it crushes one person instead of five so to speak. She always gives her enemies the chance to surrender, unwilling allies the chance to leave, and jails enemies whenever leaving them alive wouldn‘t lead to further death… even the ones she has the most personal reason to hate, like the PM.

As servants of the church who have chosed to back her enemies, she’ll certainly kill them if she has to, but not any more than any other enemy. At no point anywhere in the story does she say anything like that they need to die on principle. Nowhere at all. Indeed there is much evidence to the contrary.

The church paints her as being completely against the religion or even wanting to set herself up as a satanic godess cause it‘s good politics & they don‘t get what she‘s doing – to an extent her own credibility & messaging is compromised by her secretive and at times unscrupulous actions, no one said she was perfect. In truth all she wants is to have the church out of politics, you know, what we have in nearly every modern country outside the vatican and saudi arabia.

You can absolutely let Flayn & Seteth go on CF and there is no word, no fuss about it anywhere. No „make sure to kill em all“ which would certainly be there if the narrative wanted to portray Edelgard that way. It requires the mediation of Byleth as someone they would talk to & not immediately assume the worst of, but, they see the church as the embodymet of all that is good & fighting its enemies as their sacred duty so of course it wouldn‘t be possible for just anyone to talk them down. It‘s framed as Flayn letting Byleth go cause they saved her life once, even if we know from behind the screen that she wasn‘t going to survive a fight to the death against the player-controlled faction.

Heck, even when it comes to Rhea, the one most guilty that Edelgard has the most reason to loathe, she‘s ultimately surprisingly gracious. She gives her the option to surrender – and this is not a lie, she discusses this with Byleth in a lecture question, and seriously ponders the possibility. Here Byleth gets a range of options like „stab her in the back“ and „keep the church under imperial control“ but you know which one nets you the support points? „Strip her of her authority so she can‘t interfere in politics“. She wasn‘t gonna mess with the religious folks & their religion at all, just make it so it‘s separate from government. Rhea could even keep being pope, if she could be satisfied without having complete supreme authority (and ripping her precious artifact out of Byleth‘s chest) – even when she puts her down she‘s not 100% without pity, telling her that „Your duty is done“ (the translators mucked this up)

Couldn‘t be any further from „lets kill them all on principle“.

What really annoys me is how ppl go and twist everything Edelgard says out of context to ascribe a motive to her that just isn’t there.

Common examples:

„If you have Flayn or Seteth fight her she‘ll say they need to die because they‘re nabateans“

Actually what she says is this: „You are a child of the godess. You must not have power over the people!“ Not getting to be privileges rulers anymore =/= being opressed. Stay out of politics =/= Diediedie. Also, this is from the VW/SS boss fight, where they have literally come to get her in her own capital.

„Linhard & Leonie don‘t tell her & hubert about Indech, probably cause he expects that she‘ll go & kill him„

What he actually says is: „Lake Teutates is a place that concerns the saints of the Church of Seiros. It may become bothersome should the two of them find out...“

„It may be bothersome“ as in, „we might get in trouble“, for doing the possibly very inadvisable thing of waltzing into what could possibly be an enemy location to satisfy personal curiosity. If it‘s something related to her agenda she might take over and Linny wouldn‘t get to investigate as he pleases – at very most you might construe it as Linny fearing that they‘ll be accused of consorting with the enemy, but „bothersome“ suggest possible annoyance not imminent murder.

The whole scene ends with Linhard telling Byleth to fill her in later. Doesn‘t sound at all like he expects her to go back with a harpoon.

„She said Claude isn‘t fit to be a ruler cause he‘s a foreigner“

What she actually says: „I understand your ideals are not so far removed from my own. But without knowledge of Fodlan‘s history, I cannot entrust its rule to you“

Now without the additional contexts that Claude won‘t get until after the fight, it might easily feel a bit like the former with the raw spots he‘d have from his backstory, but what she means is that he‘s ignorant of the Agarthan threat – which he is. Edelgard is all for making peace with Almyra and sees fostering isolationism & prejudice as one of the many faults of the church.

Once Claude basically kills Edelgard for information, he winds up having to take care of the storm she had been holding back. But to his credit, he DID „finish the job“ and get the info. But he didn‘t have it at that point.

And I don‘t mean any of this in the least bit as a diss of Claude - He is the smartest character, so there would be no plot if he got easy access to the info. At this point, they both think they can probably do better, and more importantly, both their backstories have made them so that they won‘t let down their guard far enough to cooperate in this scenario.

That‘s also why the outcome in CF is contingent on Byleth‘s choice. - You‘d sort of have to trust that he will also act so as to minimize casualties.

Very disingenious since many players wouldn‘t necessarily trigger these dialogues.

I guess because Adrestia got a vaguely central-european aesthetic (partially; all the countries are hodgepodge mashups and there’s more than enough spanish or ancient roman vibes there) and central europe existed only for those 12 years of tyranny I guess, even though many other places have had similar BS happening, including the US that delights in making craptons of movies about their faraway victory because their governments haven’t added much of value to the planet as of late. -.-

Faerghus (vaguely french/ russian - not at all places where nothing bad happened ever) has actually annexed some territory from their northern neighbors in the recent past, not to speak of the whole Duscur atrocity - but no one seems to go around laying that at Dimitri’s feet, because it would be nonsensical - he was a child at the time and as an individual he is super against it and champions a policy of reconcilliation if he gets to rule. after all, there wouldn’t be much of a plot if the characters inherited three perfect faultless problem free countries.

Edelgard, too, is completely against the previous administration under Duke Aegir (which was in charge during the Bridgid war). She deposed him and is plotting to do the same with Arundel once she can politically afford to do so. For all that one can understand why she would chose the other path (depending on how much she knows about what Edelgard’s doing and why) it makes all the sense in the world for Petra to support her on CF or if not recruited, because again, she got rid of that previous administration.

#edelgard #edelgard von hresvelg #fe3h #fire emblem: three houses #fire emblem three houses

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reidrco · 4 years

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apology

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: tommy shelby x reader

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: none. (well maybe my terrible writing)

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿‘𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: this took me so long and i‘m still not happy with it :( but i hope y’all like it anyway!!

“Can you open the fucking door please?” it was the third time these words had left Tommy‘s mouth this evening, his knuckles slamming against the wooden door of your shared bedroom.

But you stayed silent, not even thinking about moving away from the window and unlocking the door for your boyfriend, your gaze fixed on the beautiful landscape outside.

The two of you had been fighting for over two days now, almost ripping each other‘s head of every time your paths crossed at home or the betting shop. To be honest, none of you even remembered what had caused the heated tension between the both of you in the first place anyway. Business had been exhausting and incredibly stressful these past weeks, giving you no time to take a break.

You were both stressed and exhausted, taking your frustration out on each other and using every tiny little annoying thing as a justify to do so.

There was no way one of you would give in and apologise for their spoken words any time soon. Especially not after the situation had escalated today.

You had screamed at each other the entire morning, continuing your fight at an important family meeting at the betting shop in front of his whole family in the afternoon.

And normally your arguments never lead to insulting each other in a very rude or hurtful way, but that had changed today.

Tommy‘s harsh words still hadn’t left your head, making your poor heart suffer and your (y/e/c) eyes teary.

“Do you even realise how much easier this would be without you here? Get the fuck out if you can‘t shut your mouth for at least five minutes, (Y/N). You‘re acting like a fucking child.”

The memories of Tommy‘s words and his blue eyes which had starred you down still made you feel incredibly hurt. Somehow you got the feeling that Tommy thought everything would be so much easier and better without you in his life which was probably just a stupid consequence of your constant overthinking, but the feeling was still present, making you feel insecure and sad.

And even though you had both made mistakes and said words you shouldn‘t have said, you wanted him to apologise. You wanted him to tell you how sorry he was and literally beg for your forgiveness on his knees.

Because this time you wouldn‘t let him get away with a kiss on your lips as a poor apology. Thomas Shelby had never apologised to you for anything and that would change tonight.

“For fuck‘s sake! Open the fucking door so we can talk about this,” Tommy pleaded in front of the door.

You took a deep breath and quickly whipped away the salty tears on your cheeks as you grabbed the key from the nightstand and unlocked the door with shaking hands.

Your heart threatened to jump out of your chest the second you laid your eyes on Tommy. A very uncomfortable silence took over the two of you, all you did was stare into each other‘s eyes for a few seconds.

And for the first time in the past days you had no idea what to say. Normally you‘d probably find another reason to yell at him but you were exhausted of constantly fighting over the dumbest shit with Tommy.

But you still wanted your apology.

So you leaned against the door frame, biting your bottom lip nervously as you waited for Tommy‘s next move. He seemed to be a little bit overwhelmed, not being 100% sure what to do next. Tommy was used to you being the one who always apologised first and fell into his arms after an argument, but that didn‘t seem to happen today. It didn‘t take him long to realise that.

You crossed your arms in front of your chest as Tommy let his fingers run through his dark hair, looking at you frustrated.

“What do you want me to say?,” he whispered even though he knew excactly what you wanted to hear, but he just couldn‘t admit that he had gone one step too far.

You simply rolled your eyes at his unnecessary question, not giving him a proper answer. A frustrated sigh left his lips.

“You do know that this isn‘t only my fault, right?” he asked after a few seconds, trying to escape the uncomfortable situation.

“Yes, I do know that, Thomas,” you tried your very best to stay calm and not attack your boyfriend any second. He obviously didn‘t want to apologise, because he never did. He never had to.

He let his hand slide inside the pocket of his slacks, taking out his cigarettes and lighter seconds later. Tommy offered you a deadly cylinder of nicotine but you shook your head.

“I didn‘t mean what I said earlier,” he spoke so quietly with his cigarette between his lips that you almost didn‘t understand what he had said.

You waited for him to continue, watching him smoke his cigarette in peace while his gaze was fixed on his shoes, acting as if they were the most interesting thing in the room.

“I hate fighting with you. Especially because of no fucking reason and I‘m-..”, but Tommy stopped, feeling nervous and unsure about what to say next, “Your stubbornness is fucking driving me insane sometimes.”

“Oh my goodness, Thomas, you really can‘t admit when you’re sorry, can you?” hopefully you didn’t sound to amused, but the fact that the most feared man in Birmingham couldn’t apologise to his girlfriend kind of entertained you a little bit too much.

He rolled his eyes at your comment, his eyes finally meeting yours again as he took a long drag of his cigarette.

“Say it,” you ordered and looked at him impatiently. It took him another thirty seconds until he cleared his throat and took a step towards you.

“Please forgive me for what I‘ve said. I didn’t mean it and most importantly didn‘t want to hurt you, but you just need to keep that pretty mouth of yours shut sometimes because your stubbornness can be very.... hard to handle,” he apologised while looking deeply into your eyes and cupping your face in his warm hands.

A loving smile appeared on your lips as you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes. You had missed him like crazy these past days.

“I‘m sorry,” he whispered and leaned in to press a soft kiss on your lips, finally saying what you‘ve had wanted to hear for so long. You couldn’t help but smile against his lips.

“It‘s okay. I‘m sorry too,” you replied and wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning your forehead against his, ”But maybe... you would like to show me how sorry you really are.“

“And how exactly would you want me to do that, (Y/N)?” he asked, his soft lips leaving kisses on your cheek down to the sensitive skin on your neck.

“I though you‘d have an idea,” you whispered, your teeth sunk into your bottom lip to prevent yourself from moaning as your boyfriend started sucking on that one spot behind your ear, which always made your knees feel like they were made of pudding

You were melting like butter in the burning heat in his arms, being almost unable to stand on your own two feet any longer if he didn’t stop his sweet torture soon.

He was capable of taking your breath away and making your heart beat faster with just a simply touch or kiss. Tommy Shelby knew how to get a woman addicted to his touch and plumb lips on her naked skin, making her crave for his love. He had you wrapped around his finger in seconds.

He carefully pushed you back inside your shared bedroom, kicking the door shut with his foot while he never stopped his mercilessly torement on your neck, his hands travelling down to the back of your thighs before he picked you up.

You wrapped your legs thight around his hips, a soft giggle leaving your mouth as his hot breath tickled the sensitive skin on your neck.

“I missed you,” he suddenly confessed, his beautiful ocean eyes meeting yours while he carried you towards your bed.

You couldn’t help but smile, reuniting your lips with his and tasting his favorite whiskey as you slipped your tongue inside his mouth, elicting your boyfriend a soft moan.

In this night you decided that Tommy Shelby had to show you more often how deeply sorry he felt after a fight.

𝘁𝗮𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: @xrcmanogers @sweetgoodangel @captivatedbycillianmurphy <3

#tommy shelby #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders #thomas shelby #tommy shelby x y/n #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby x reader

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bts-fantasy · 4 years

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If You Love Me Let Me Go

Pairing: Hoseok/Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst

Warning: mentions of suicide and graphic descriptions

Word count: 5 K

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„Hey baby, wake up.“

You felt a cold shiver run down your spine at his voice as you slowly opened your eyes to your sunlit room. You‘d left the window ajar the night before as usual ever since the nightmares had started, turning you into a sweaty mess each night. Rolling out of bed with a sigh you carried your heavy legs to the window and closed it shut.

You knew Hoseok was watching your every move. His gaze was crawling up your back.

„As I could see you didn‘t sleep well last night either.“

You ignored the man lying in your king-sized bed still in his outdoor wear as you walked past him to close the door to your bathroom behind you. The reflection of you was just as miserable as you felt inside but you ignored it as always. Splashing ice cold water into your face made at least a bit of the numbness in you fade and you exited the bathroom to get ready for another day. Sundays were the worst, you thought to yourself as you moved to the kitchen to devour anything you could find in there. You had to think of something to get out of the house and be on your own. Searching through the cabinets for something edible you made a mental note that it was time to go grocery shopping again.

„Y/N, you need to start eating healthier again, you know?“ Hoseok‘s voice was right behind you and you closed the cabinet harshly making him flinch. Moving over to the counter you decided to make some fried egg with toast which was the only thing in your kitchen that had not yet expired.

As you stared at the oil sizzling in the heat you completely drowned out the noises he was making right beside you. His eyes were fixed on you showing you his hearty smile as he kept humming a familiar tune.

Your favorite song.

You sighed trying not to look right into his eyes which in return earned you a pout.

„Come on, Y/N, look at me, please.“ You kept your eyes trained on the pan trying not to give in to his attempts of getting your attention. It was hard because you could still see his silhouette in the corner of your eye. The sizzling of the oil got louder and louder and you cracked the egg to continue preparing your breakfast in silence.

Hoseok let his shoulders sink in defeat but he was not ready to give up yet. He moved closer to you until he was only a few inches away from touching you and he could see how the proximity raised your hackles but he wouldn‘t budge. Bringing his lips very close to your ear he whispered.

„Y/N, you can‘t ignore me forever. I‘m right here.“

You closed your eyes as another wave of cold air hit your bare skin and you began to shiver. No, you wouldn‘t give in, you told yourself firmly. After a few seconds of silence, he had already moved away from you and was now sitting at the kitchen table staring at you from afar. But you returned to your pan without taking notice of him at all.

Just like that, you ate your breakfast in silence while feeling his gaze on you as always. After some time it wouldn‘t bother you anymore how he was always, always looking at you no matter what you did.

„Baby...“ You could hear him whine now and then trying to get your attention but you were just as determined as he was. Two stubborn souls under one roof. It was as simple and as complicated as that.

After breakfast you let yourself fall back onto your couch to distract yourself with some boring TV shows. You were zapping between channels trying to find something watchable when your phone suddenly rang disrupting the only silent moment you’d had since you woke up. The loud ringtone of your phone aroused Hoseok‘s interest on the other side of the couch and he craned his neck to get a peek at the screen but you were quick enough to snatch it away from the coffee table.

To your surprise, Jungkook‘s name was lighting up the screen and without hesitation, you picked it up and ran to your room to get some privacy.

Even though you knew he‘d hear every single word anyway.

„Hey..“

„I‘m fine, don‘t worry.“

„Yeah, of course. I‘ll be there in twenty.“

„I... can‘t wait to see you either.“

Within a few minutes, you had pulled yourself together to look presentable. A loose dress and sneakers. Jungkook had only called you out for ice cream anyway. However, you couldn‘t ignore the way your heart was beating faster than before in your chest. You loved spending time with him. He made you forget about everything else going on in your life.

You cleared your throat walking back to your living room with tensed muscles where Hoseok was sitting there with raised brows and a dismissive look.

„Who was that?“

„None of your business.“

You couldn‘t help but reply which made you bite your tongue. With a quick turn, you were headed to the front door leaving him behind before he could make you feel guilty about wanting to have a good time on your own. However, you didn‘t miss the way he yelled right before you shut the door behind you.

„Don‘t forget that I‘ll be here waiting for you when you come home.“

You took a deep breath trying to calm your mind before walking away from your house.

_____

„Y/N, watch this!“ Jungkook exclaimed as he shoved a big chunk of ice cream into his mouth immediately pulling a face because of the following brain freeze. You couldn‘t stop laughing at his funny expression.

„Why would you do that, Kook?“ You asked him in between your laughing fit and he finally relaxed watching you with his big doe eyes. He was sitting next to you on the long park bench only inches away so your shoulders would touch whenever you moved. You couldn‘t complain though. You liked being close to him.

„So I could hear your laugh.“ He stated as if it was the most obvious fact in the world. The air around you shifted as you stopped laughing to look into his eyes. Those doe eyes which seemed to look beyond the surface of the mere color of your eyes in search to find all the answers. You knew that look too well. You‘d seen it before and it made you wish he wasn‘t as attentive as he was to you.

„How are you holding up?“ The question instinctively made you move a few inches away from the warmth of his body and you could hear how he held his breath. You stared at your hands not knowing what to say because you knew you wouldn‘t be able to lie to him. Not when he looked right through you.

„Are you still having nightmares?“ His voice was so low yet soft as if he was scared to break you by pushing too far. When you nodded he closed the few inches between the both of you to pull you into his chest with one arm. You were immediately surrounded by his warmth and the intense scent of his cologne that gave you the feeling of a safe space to let yourself fall back. You‘d been trapped for quite some time now. These few hours you‘d spent with him now and then had become your only ray of hope in your otherwise cloudy life. He didn’t even know how big of an impact he’d made by coming into your life. You simply didn‘t know what you‘d do without him.

A deep sigh left your lips as Jungkook smiled down at you giving you a quick peck on the crown of your head. He loved the way your body fit right in his arms and no matter what was going through your mind he just knew he wanted to protect you from it all. And the thought of you having to sleep all alone with nightmares plaguing you every night made him restless as well.

That‘s how his purely affectionate intention had slowly formed into a tangible idea in his mind. „You know, I could stay the night at your place if it makes you feel better.“

You sat up straight on the bench so fast that Jungkook was staring at you wide-eyed in fear he‘d crossed a line he didn‘t know of. He knew you weren‘t ready for a relationship but he didn‘t see any harm in spending the night at your place.

„I can sleep on the couch.“ He rushed to reassure you but your worries lied elsewhere.

Hoseok.

His words right before you’d left the house were still ringing in your head like a curse.

„No... Jungkook I can‘t... I don‘t think that‘s a good idea.“ You tried to think of an excuse that wouldn’t make him think he was the problem. Your chest heaving as you felt the panic rise in you. You can‘t lose Jungkook but there was no way you could take him home where Hoseok was waiting for you with his irritating smile.

„Hey, look at me, it‘s fine. Please, calm down, Y/N... It‘s fine, I swear.“ Jungkook tried to hide the disappointment in his voice as he put his arm back around your shoulders pulling you close to him. He knew that he shouldn‘t take things to heart when it comes to you but it wasn‘t easy not to question himself when you kept him at a safe distance. You slowly calmed down as the guilt came rushing in and you looked up to see his worried expression. And even though you wanted to tell him how you truly felt you could only bring yourself up to utter three simple words.

„I am sorry.“

But you meant it with your whole heart.

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You walked back home on your own trying not to think of Jungkook‘s expression for the rest of the evening. The way he tried hard to hide it but failed anyway. You knew him a little too well by now. It was evident in the way he avoided eye contact or his smile seemed a little forced or how he kept a small distance between you at all times afraid to get too close to you. And it hurt like hell but you swallowed the pain to protect him. You knew it was the right choice.

You walked up the porch of your small house in the dark trying to pick your keys out of the purse you carried with you. Hoseok was standing by the window watching you with the corners of his lips curled up to a big smile as always.

It was disturbing.

You didn‘t know how he did it but he never missed the timing to stand right there whenever you came home. Sometimes you‘d even wonder if he‘d been standing there all along waiting for you to return. And of course, you‘d thought of never returning but you doubted it would solve anything. It was your house after all and you‘d spent all your savings on buying it so running away wasn‘t an option.

You took a deep breath before you finally turned the keys in the lock and entered your house. As soon as you closed the door Hoseok was standing in front of you with a pout.

„I was waiting for you, babe. Where did you go?“ His honey-like voice almost made you want to open the door and run back to where you‘d come from. But Jungkook had gone home on your request so you had no other option than to get through Hoseok into the house.

The thin fabric of your dress wasn‘t enough to keep you warm in your cold house. You were about to go to your room to get changed into some warm pajamas when Hoseok stopped you midway.

„I know you‘re cheating on me.“

You stood frozen in your spot while he clicked his tongue moving closer to you. An ice-cold shiver ran down your spine.

„When will you introduce him to me, princess?“

An anguished sob left your lips against your will and you covered your mouth with one hand as you ran upstairs. Back in your room, you slammed the door shut and slid down on the ground as you burst into tears. It was the harsh reality finally crashing down on you. The house of cards you‘d built was falling apart right in front of your eyes but you couldn‘t stop it. Hoseok knew exactly that you would never be able to be with Jungkook. No matter how much you wanted to you just couldn‘t leave Hoseok. The guilt within you ran deeper than the fear of missing out on your life.

You stayed on the floor crying for what felt like hours on end until you finally slid into a restless sleep...

„Y/N, you look stunning today.“ Hoseok showed you his contagious smile while you hid your embarrassment. He always managed to direct everyone‘s attention towards you. You were at a casual dinner with all of your friends but somehow Hoseok‘s eyes were always on you.

„How come you only compliment her, Hobi?“ Your friend next to you wiggled her brows with a knowing smirk looking between you and him. You knew the rumors but you weren‘t ready to believe any of them. Hoseok was your friend almost like an older brother and there was no way-

„Because no one shines as brightly as she does.“ Hoseok said matter of factly and you felt the heat rise in your cheeks as you tried to laugh it off. The air was suddenly tense at the dinner table as everyone kept looking between the two of you. Wanting to escape the situation you excused yourself quickly to use the restroom.

Taking a deep breath you tried to tell yourself that you were overreacting. He was just being his good old flirty self. It didn‘t hold any deeper meaning you reassured yourself before exiting the restroom.

To your surprise, Hoseok was standing right outside with a shy smile while scratching the back of his neck when you stopped on your way to look at him.

„Sorry if I made you uncomfortable back there.“ He apologized which made your nerves slowly calm down again. You smiled up at him telling him that it was alright even though you hated the way your friends were giving each other those meaningful looks. You never liked to be the center of attention and he didn‘t seem to understand but you weren‘t too keen on explaining yourself to him.

Suddenly, Hoseok held out a hand motioning you to take it as you hesitated.

„Come on, I wanna show you something.“

The friendly smile on his face was something only a few could turn down and you weren‘t one of them.

You trusted him.

So when you put your small hand into his he was quick to intertwine your fingers and pull you towards the staircase which lead you to the rooftop.

You were out of breath once you reached the top but the view that presented itself in front of you was totally worth it. A gasp escaped your lips as you moved closer to the railing completely mesmerized by the sight of the city lights that you‘d almost forgotten about your company.

„I knew you‘d like it.“

Hoseok was now standing beside you with eyes fixed down on the street underneath you. The rooftop was at a dizzying height but he didn‘t seem to mind it at all. You on the other hand avoided looking straight down at the tiny people walking by underneath.

„Y/N...“ Hoseok spoke lowly making you turn your gaze towards him. There was something in his expression that caught your attention and made you tense up. You had a premonition but there was no way you could avoid it now.

Hoseok smiled moving closer to you as you stood rooted on your spot mind racing at the speed of light.

He slowly took your hand into his and you let him.

What were you even supposed to do?

He was your friend after all so you had no reason to run away from this situation whatever it was about.

„I‘m sure it‘s pretty obvious by now...“ He started as your heart sank. The rumors were about to proven true and you weren‘t ready at all.

„Y/N, I have feelings for you. I‘ve loved you ever since the day I met you three years ago.“

Your eyes went wide as you kept staring at him trying to come up with the right words to say to him. Were there any right words to break someone‘s heart? You couldn‘t think of any.

„I love you.“

He looked at you expectantly as if he was sure you‘d say it back.

What made him think that you felt the same way about him?

You‘d always been clear about where you two stood but looking into his eyes at that moment made you realize that he disagreed with you on that.

You knew that you couldn‘t lie to him so you took a deep breath before gently removing your hand out of his. Hoseok lifted his brows searching your eyes for an answer as you were still battling with yourself whether to be straightforward or not.

„Y/N... please say it back. Tell me that you love me back.“

You averted your gaze towards your shoes as a quiet sob escaped his lips. You‘d never seen him cry before but when you looked back up tears were slowly rolling down his cheeks. It hurt to see him like this but you had to be honest with him.

„Hoseok, I‘m sure you‘ll find someone better than me. You truly deserve someone who loves you back just as much as you love them.“

You tried to reason with him but it felt like you were talking to a wall.

„Why can‘t it be you? I only want you, Y/N, please.“ You sighed at his desperate attempts feeling the lump in your throat growing bigger and bigger. It was suffocating to be near him.

„I‘m not the one for you, Hoseok, please understand.“

„You don’t understand.. I can‘t live without you... I-“

„I... I think I should go back.“ You cut him off as you took a step back. And then another one as Hoseok‘s desperate sobs grew louder and louder.

You had to get out of there.

„I’m sorry.“ You whispered one last time before you ran down the stairs back to the rest of your group leaving Hoseok behind on the rooftop.

On your way down you noticed how you‘d been crying as well. You couldn‘t bear to see him break down in front of you like that. And it was your fault.

You hated yourself for the way you made him feel.

Once you reached the end of the stairs you quickly dried your eyes to get back to your friends who were still chatting happily unknowing of the scenario you‘d just gone through. You sat down on your place quietly but your return didn‘t go unnoticed.

„Hey, where did Hoseok go?“

You shrugged acting clueless when suddenly the walls began to cave in. The same suffocating feeling spread in your chest making it hard for you to breathe. Just when the walls were close enough to crush your body you closed your eyes waiting for it all to end.

However, at that exact moment, you heard screams coming from outside the building.

They got louder and louder until they were all around you turning into an earsplitting noise filled with pain and agony. The unbearable noise made you run outside to get away from it all but once you set foot outside of the door you were surrounded by people staring you down. Their reproachful looks had you cowering on the pavement with both hands on your ears to drown out their voices. But they reached you nonetheless.

„You killed him. You killed him. You killed him.“

„No! It wasn‘t my fault!“ You breathed out but your inaudible voice was nothing compared to their loud chant. Looking around yourself frantically for an escape your eyes fell on the blood-covered concrete. That‘s when you saw him. The lifeless body lying a few feet away from you.

Hoseok.

His eyes were wide open staring directly at you and his mouth agape while a thin stream of blood was still flowing out of the corner of his lips. His limbs were twisted into an unnatural pose revealing several crushed bones to the naked eye. It was the most disturbing sight.

The shock sent a jolt through your entire body and with a loud gasp you sat straight up again on your bedroom floor. It was dark and cold as always in your room but sweat was dripping down your body as you tried to steady your heavy breathing.

„Here we go again.“ Hoseok sighed watching you with a shake of his head. You buried your head in your hands as quiet sobs left your lips. Your whole body was shaking while your heart was beating rapidly in your chest. Taking in deep breaths you tried to calm yourself down desperately. But to no avail. There was pity in his eyes but it was soon replaced by a shameless grin as he crouched down to you.

„You need to accept it, baby. I‘ll always be there for you.“

You cried out in despair finally looking up into his cold eyes. There was no love left inside of them. It had vanished years ago. Instead, there was only hatred and a deep desire for revenge.

„Please, just leave me alone.“ You whispered as tears rolled down your heated cheeks. Your vision was blurry but still, you could see his smile widen at the sight of you begging for mercy.

„The princess can talk, I see.“ He bent down to peck your cheek but you could only feel the heat cooling down a little at the touch. You squeezed your eyes shut as more tears kept falling from your lashes. The pain was unbearable. You didn‘t know how long it‘d take for you to go completely insane in this house.

As if it wasn‘t bad enough he added more fuel to the fire burning you alive from within.

„He will never love you as much as I did.“

The sobs that shook your body died down to light sniffles. Your pain slowly turning into anger as you listened to him talk about Jungkook. The man who was ready to risk it all for you without asking much in return. Hoseok wasn‘t worthy of even taking his name into his filthy mouth let alone speak as if he knew who he was. Your eyes narrowed while you gave him a dismissive look clenching your hands into fists.

„Oh, would you look at that? This is the first time I’ve seen you getting angry, Y/N. You got it that bad, huh?“

„Shut up.“

You spoke through gritted teeth while Hoseok only laughed at your attempt to stand your ground for the first time ever. The guilt you‘d felt all this time, the fog that had laid on your soul for all these years, finally cleared little by little letting you see the truth that had been hidden all along.

Jumping up to your feet you quickly ran downstairs to grab your keys. There was only one way to stop all of this and you knew exactly where you had to go.

„Hey, where do you think you’re going at this time?“

You ignored him getting in your car as Hoseok was staring at you from your porch. Turning the key in the ignition you heard the motor howl into the silent night as you raced out of your driveway onto the street with the destination fixed in your mind.

The cemetery.

You finally came to halt in the dark parking lot getting out without losing any time. With great strides, you crossed the pathway passing by the squeaking iron gates. There was no one around anyway. Who was crazy enough to go to such a place this late in the night?

Slightly panting you reached your destination.

His tombstone.

Looking at the name engraved into the marble in beautiful golden letters you almost regretted what you were about to do but you were set on following through with your plan. This time for real.

Jung Hoseok.

You read his name out loud.

„You think you can actually pull it off this time?“ You jumped at the sudden voice coming from behind you. When you turned around Hoseok was standing there with hands buried into his pockets.

A look of disinterest in his eyes almost challenging you to finally grab the shovel lying on the ground to your left. You two of you had been here before many times. However, every time you wanted to end it he was quick to change your mind.

„You think the guilt would vanish along with me?“ He laughed dryly arching his brows.

Your eyes fell on the shovel that was ready for you to grab it and end your nightmare.

It was the right thing to do, you told yourself once again.

Acting on its own accord your hand finally reached for it. Once you got hold of the rusty shovel you looked back up into his eyes to see a glint of surprise flash by in them. The cocky attitude was quick to fade away when you moved closer to the grave.

„Y/N, think again... you know what you did to me. It haunts you every night.“

He spoke cautiously now not to anger you anymore but to manipulate you. You took a deep breath before you thrust the shovel right into the ground while looking straight at him.

„After all these years, I finally realized something, Hoseok.“ Your voice was calm as you shoveled the first load of dirt off the grave and tossed it to the side.

„No!“ Hoseok leaped forward but there was no way he could stop you physically. He couldn‘t touch you. He had tried it before without success.

„I didn‘t kill you, Hoseok.“

Another load and Hoseok let out a desperate cry trying to stop you.

„It wasn‘t my fault.“

You watched him sink to his knees begging you to stop digging out his grave. With each load, it got easier to push through and it felt so, so good.

The weight you‘d been carrying with you all these years got lighter with each load of dirt.

As if you were shoveling your heart free from its grave finally getting rid of all the dirt in yourself.

The dirt he‘d buried you in as a punishment.

For what?

Only because you didn‘t return his feelings.

Why had you been so stupid all these years letting him mess with your head into thinking it was your fault?

„It was you, Hoseok.“ You were halfway into the ground now. Hoseok‘s desperate cries kept getting louder revealing his true nature to you.

He was nothing but a vengeful spirit that was only set on destroying you little by little.

Love and hatred truly weren‘t that far apart from each other you thought as you dug deeper. The wind formed into a noisy storm around you whipping your hair into your face but you couldn’t be stopped by anything.

Finally, you hit something solid in the ground. Dusting off the last bit of soil with bare hands you revealed the urn that contained his ashes.

„Y/N, you‘re confused. Let‘s go home and we‘ll figure this out together, alright?“

You ignored him as you removed the small vessel from the ground and placed it on the side before you continued filling the grave back up again.

„Put it back!“ Hoseok was now yelling at an earsplitting volume which shook you to your core.

Picking up the urn you ran out of the cemetery passing by the iron gates down to the riverside. Standing at the bank of the river your chest was heaving up and down as adrenaline rushed through your entire body.

„Don‘t you dare, Y/N! Put it back where it belongs!“ He was crying next to you his whole body glowing more intensely than it did before. His face was distorted with rage but it left you completely cold.

Slowly unscrewing the lid you kept your eyes trained on his silhouette heart racing with fear. You didn‘t know what would happen once you poured the content into the water but it was the only thing you could think of doing to stop this madness.

„You killed yourself. And now it‘s time to say goodbye.“ You spoke at last and with a swift motion, you emptied the urn and watched the dark substance pour out and vanish into the rushing waves of the river silently.

A loud cry pierced through as the figure in front of you got sucked into the river and disappeared without a trail.

Silence returned but you could still hear his painful cry ringing in your mind.

You kept staring straight at the water rushing by for some time just to make sure it was really over. A few minutes passed while eveything reamained silent.

Once you realized what you‘d done the urn fell out of your grip and shattered into tiny little pieces. The loud noise waking you up from your trance bringing you back to reality.

Tossing the broken pieces into the river you ran back to your car as fast as you could to finally head home.

Back at your place when you walked up to your front porch the windows stayed dark showing no sign of Hoseok. It was dead silent when you entered your empty house and turned the lights on. You were still scared he might show up around the corner anytime to tell you how much he‘d missed you. But the house remained silent.

And for the first time in years you broke down and cried out of utter relief.

You were finally free.

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A/N: HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!🤩🧟‍♀️👻🎃 Thank you so much for reading. Let me know what you think in the comments or send me an ask whatever you prefer. I really want to know your thoughts on this one🥺👉🏽👈🏽 stay safe and spooky!🤪👻

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waiting-for-motivation · 4 years

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alaska

summary: They met at a young age and fell in love at first sight. Because they are the same. Because they are both from Jotunheim. Everything is great until Loki pushes (Y/n) away. Only after years he starts desperately looking for her. And he won’t give up until he has his love back in his arms.

pairings: Loki x Reader, Thor, Vali, Narfi

warnings: angst, sadness, mean!Odin, kinda fluffy

words: 2134

a/n: the Reader is half jotun, half goddess but that‘s not really that important..

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He isn’t feeling well. Not at all.

Day and night he is looking for her. For the love of his life, he left.

The thing is, Loki never thought he could love anyone after discovering he is a frost giant; a monster. But that was not true.

On one particular warm morning in Asgard, Loki decided to go on a walk to clear his mind. He felt her before he saw her. All of a sudden, cold air surrounded the god of mischief. A coldness that reminded him of his true home – Jotunheim. His and her home.

Loki looked around, searching the reason for the sudden coldness. People around him got back in their houses or put on some extra layers of clothes.

The moment he wanted to go back to the palace, he finally saw her. He saw absolute beauty.

The young girl standing on the wall didn‘t look rather conspicuous. Her red floor length dress didn‘t seem expensive. Many stains sullied it. Her sandals looked like she wore them too often.

But that‘s nothing Loki actually paid attention to. He looked into her (e/c) eyes and lost himself.

She smiled at him once she realized the prince was staring at her. A curtesy followed.

Then she turned her back to Loki and started to admire the rising sun. But Loki couldn‘t go back to the palace, he needed to know who the lovely girl is. So he walked over the market and took a few steps to reach the wall, the girl was using as the perfect viewpoint. Loki stopped right beside the girl and even though the sunrise of that morning was astonishing beautiful, he couldn‘t take his eyes of the girl.

„My prince“, she said with a timid voice and looked right into Lokis green eyes. In that moment he felt like she could see his soul, secrets, problems, feelings, thoughts and heart.

And it only needed this short eye contact and they felt connected and fell in love.

But Loki left her. And here he is now. Alone. Without his soulmate.

A lot of news papers, books and his laptop surround him on his bed. All of them about weird events concerning women. But none of them looked or sounded like (Y/n). It‘s almost as if the world swallowed her.

„Did you ever think about the possibility that she doesn‘t want to be found. If I remember it correctly you pushed her away, telling her that she isn‘t worth a god and should hide her, and I quote, dreadfulness in Jotunheim.“ Thor enters his brothers bedroom without knocking and takes a seat in the dark green arm chair.

„For a guy who is rather stupid all of the time, you have a bright memory.“ Loki doesn‘t look up from the article he is reading, so he doesn‘t sees the fake grin Thor is giving him.

The article flies through the air and lands in front of Thors feet. Loki is frustrated. Since three months he is looking for a sign of (Y/n). But there is none. Because she doesn‘t want to be found.

„If you wont help me then please go, Thor. Your stupidity is distracting me!“ Loki almost screams. His brother gets up without another word, walking to the door but there he stops.

„Maybe you should look for her in her natural environment, where she feels safe and sound. But what can a stupid guy like me know, right?“ With a sad look Thor leaves his brothers room. Loki starts to see clear. His brother is right. (Y/n) will be somewhere cold. That would reduce his search to a few articles in Alaska.

And because of Thors clever comment the two brothers are stuck in this cold snow storm. Even though Loki is a frost giant he feels the cold too. Their faces are hidden behind big scarves and the hoods of their jackets. Thors grip on Stormbreaker tightens. Did he just imagine a growl behind them? Hopefully not.

Loki turns around and is faced with two wolves. One is white, the other is black. Behind them the gods can suspect a person but the storm makes it impossible to know who it is.

„(Y/n), please, if that‘s you. Let us talk. We mean no harm!“ Thor screams over the howling of the wind. The strange person comes closer and from one moment to the other, the snow storm stops. Everything around them falls silent.

One of the wolves, the black one, jumps through the air and brings Loki down on the ground. Therefore his hood and scarf fall of his face and he can feel the wolfs warm breath on his cold skin.

The white wolf takes a step towards Thor and to his surprise he sits down like a obedient dog. His big brown eyes stare at the blond man in front of him and hesitantly Thor starts scratching the fur behind his ears.

The strange person stands next to the white wolf and let their eyes wander form the blond god to Loki, who almost gets crushed by the weight of the black wolf. Neither Thor, nor his brother can see the face of the strange person because of a scarf, cap and hood.

„What are you doing here?“ The disguised person recognizes the two brothers. Thor and Loki. Loki, who broke her heart and pushed her away.

Slowly, the strange person takes of scarf, cap as well as her hood. A beautiful face is shown to the two brothers. Although Loki only gets a short glimpse, his breath is taken away. (Y/n) is even more beautiful after all those years.

One last time the black wolf growls at the god of mischief, then he returns to (Y/n)s side.

„We were looking for you, my lady. More precisely, my brother was desperate to find you“, Thor says and takes off his hood and scarf to reveal a grin. But neither (Y/n) nor Loki are smiling. The tension between them is almost visible.

Without another word and with a cold expression, (Y/n) turns around. Her wolves follow her. They are heading to a small hut, the two brothers couldn’t see because of the snow storm. As she reaches the wooden door, (Y/n) can hear a whisper.

„I‘m sorry.“ Loki followed her slowly. His brother is still standing where they stood when the storm stopped. „I‘m sorry that I pushed you away. I‘m sorry that I told you you weren‘t worth a god. Because you are. If anything, I didn‘t deserve you! I‘m sorry telling you that you should hide yourself in Jotunheim. You shouldn‘t hide your beauty, (Y/n).“ Their eyes meet but (Y/n)s expression doesn‘t soften.

„The girl that fell in love with you, would have believed you. But I‘m different. I‘m not a girl anymore, Loki“, she says ice cold. The black wolf on her left side growls at the god of mischief. (Y/n) turns back to the door and opens it halfway.

„Please, (Y/n). I know I hurt you but Thor didn‘t harm you. At least let him inside, he probably is hungry and cold and I don‘t want to listen to his complaints on our way back.“ (Y/n) looks back to the man who broke her heart and then to his brother who obviously is cold.

The two wolves enter the hut first, then (Y/n) follows and invites the two brothers with a hand gesture. Loki waits until his brother reaches the hut and is the last one to enter, closing the door behind him.

Thor is relieved because of the warmth and holds his hands over the small fire in the chimney. Loki still stands at the door, not knowing what to do, say or even think. His silver tongue lays heavy in his mouth.

The two wolves lay in front of the fire and seem to befriend Thor. They snap at his hands playfully again and again.

„Here I have got some soup and beer for you“, (Y/n) says while entering the living room with a bowl and a huge mug full of dark beer. With a smile on her lips she gives Thor the food and drink, then she starts caressing the head of her black wolf.

„What‘re their names?“, Thor asks and starts eating the soup with a wooden spoon. The question seems to trigger something inside the half Jotun. She starts fiddling with her hands and can‘t keep eye contact with the older brother.

Loki takes a step forward but stops because the white wolf growls at him. The wolves don‘t like him, not just because he broke their owners heart but because of something deeper.

„Their names...are..“ (Y/n) takes one deep breath once more. „Vali and Narfi.“ Thor nods and eats his soup without another thought about the two wolves but his brother is shocked.

He knows the names of the wolves.

After one particular steamy night (Y/n) and Loki layed in their bed together, their arms and legs entangled. They felt the love between them in this moment. And in this night they talked about children.

And they agreed on the names Vali and Narfi because a girl and a boy could bear those names.

Lokis and (Y/n)s eyes meet and they are both full of tears. On one hand the black haired god wants nothing more than to get his love back but on the other side he knows this is impossible.

He insulted her.

He pushed her away.

He left her.

He left his children.

He broke their heart.

Why would she want him back?

„Loki? I believe we need to talk“, the soft voice of (Y/n) reaches his ears. The next moment Thor rises from the old couch and leaves the room with the two wolves following him.

„Darling, if I knew what I know now, I would have never pushed you away. You must understand that...“, Loki starts but gets interrupted by (Y/n) who punches him right in the face. His nose starts bleeding.

„That you wanted to be a king? I know why you said those things, Loki. You never wanted love or me, all you ever wanted was to take you fathers place as a king and rule Asgard. You are a selfish little monster.“ These words hit Lokis heart. She said it herself. He is a monster.

„Darling, please. Let me explain“, he begs and gets down on his knees. Something he would never do but here is in Alaska, kneeling before his lost love. „You are right I‘m a monster. I left you. I left you and my children. And I will never forgive myself for doing so. But I promise you I‘m not this monster anymore. I gave up the throne because I missed you so much. I couldn‘t eat, sleep nor think straight without you. Sometimes I couldn‘t even breath. Please, (Y/n), give me a chance to show you that I changed. That I‘m a better lover now. A better father.“ Loki grabs his lovers hands and looks deeply into her beautiful (e/c) eyes.

(Y/n) is overhelmed by his words and opens her mouth to say something but nothing could describe how she is feeling right now. „Stand up!“, she orders. Loki does so and is surprised that she didn‘t tear her hands from his.

„I have to tell you something, before I give you a second chance. After you...abandoned me and I found out that I was pregnant, I knew I had to leave Asgard. So I went to the one place where I thought you would never look, well because you hate Midgard. I gave birth to Vali and Narfi, your sons, here alone with no one to help me. Three days after their birth an old man knocked on my door and asked for help. Of course I let him in but that was a mistake. It was Odin, Loki. He cursed our little boys so that they would be wolves forever. I don‘t know why he did this, maybe because he was afraid what our children could do. Maybe because he hated me. I don‘t know.“ A tear escapes Lokis green eyes and he has to sit down to process the story (Y/n) just told him.

„I‘m so sorry, darling. Maybe I can free them from their curse. I will try“, Loki says. The lovers stare in each other’s eyes for a moment till they hear the two wolves coming back. They sensed their mother in distress and of course want to protect her.

„Vali. Narfi. It‘s okay“, (Y/n) says to calm her boys. And the brothers sit down before the feet of their parents. „Your father will help us.“

Vali and Narfi look up at their father and for the first time after what felt like centuries, Loki starts smiling.

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scoundrels-in-love · 4 years

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Yesterday, I finished watching Healer, the must-see drama that, even years after its airing, garners new fans and stellar reviews.

Today, I am still processing how I feel about it.

When I stalked through the MDL page and various clip comments on YouTube, there were countless praises and a few bitter comments, but no middle ground, no somewhat-positive yet mellowed reactions. Yet, here I am, someone who is fond of it and didn’t find it boring, but can’t earnestly say I loved it. It is definitely the best action/romance kdrama mix I can remember seeing and I was grossly in love with their love from about halfway through (the rooftop scene!), despite my and my friend’s initial teasing over story’s first attempts to amp romance.

Of course, the polarity of feedback is one thing that’s Trademark about Internet - you share when you love or you hate, but rarely when in between. I will not be posting my 50/50 review on MDL, either, after all.

But still, it left me wondering what was it that I needed from this drama that perhaps other watchers didn’t feel as necessary. It feels like breaking a law to rate it 8.5 and even part of me is aware it should be higher, because I’ve rated objectively worse dramas better, and yet that is my current rating.

So, I spent a lot of time at work trying to find how to word this in a way that’s not mean (because that’s not the intention) and to get down to root of the problem.

And I think it boils down to the fact that despite the title of this drama, the characters ain’t done much healing.* 🎶

Below the cut because Spoilers and also extensive rambling.

It’s not the rushed ending itself that puts me off, like the fact that we get no clear indication why Jung Hoo is recording the interview (which could’ve been prime angst material, with him fearing for his life), the way the tracker that we got our nose rubbed in at Elder’s bar led to nowhere (afaik), the way Moon Shik’s mental illness (and hypnosis?? by Elder??) was hinted and then dropped like that to be left never mentioned again, even the way that Moon Ho was implied to lie again by not telling Young Shin he’s seemingly revealed the truth to her mother, the way Young Shin was immediately rescued from apartment by her mother before farmers came and that violent scene SEEMINGLY at their apartment never occurred, among thousand other things (I will suspend my disbelief over the fact that whoever replaced Elder just let them prance off just like that or that the killer just left the scientist off the hook so simply), though they do add up.

But ultimately, the core of even those problems is something else, for me.

For a drama that mentioned Young Shin’s pain over being abandoned plenty of times toward the end and then somewhat solved it, by having her spend time and befriend her biological mother, even if we never got to have proper found-and-biological family moment, with the kids and Moon Ho around Myung Hee, I realized that even if there was such a moment, even if it included most of the rest of family cast, it’d very likely be missing someone very important.

Jung Hoo’s mother.

After attempt on Jung Hoo’s life, their good bye, and then dropping important Doubt Seed in Myung Hee’s mind, she was never heard from again. As if his own hurt over being abandoned didn’t matter anymore (even though it was referred even in the video interview, because it was why he had wanted to run off to a tropical island in the first place), just because we, as watchers, knew she left him to protect him. As if he didn’t deserve to know his mother had fought to clear his father’s name and been blackmailed just as horribly as he had been. As if he didn’t need to know, explicitly, that he was loved and wanted, and missed, and just how much his mother had tried to stand up against. That it wasn’t his face, too alike his father’s, that made her cry. (Remember when he echoed that hurt with Young Shin? Yeah.)

As if his mother herself didn’t deserve to know her husband’s name was cleared, as if she couldn’t have watched the broadcast and wept and wept, and wondered if Jung Hoo knew, as if she couldn’t have seen him on TV with the Elder and feared for his life, as if she couldn‘t have seen him getting shot, even if the image was blurry. As if she didn’t deserve to be accepted and embraced in their mish-mash family, beyond Myung Hee’s one attempt that was in the end, only there to be about her, plot and emotion wise, at this rate. As if she didn’t deserve to be forgiven and to forgive herself, because this was truly beyond something she could’ve went up against.

For a story that created such lovable characters that I got attached to against my will, the drama did very little to actually reward us or them for caring. We don’t get to see that Min Ja has healed in any way from loss of her child and her own guilt. We don’t get to see Young Shin overcome her fear of driving. We don’t get to see her father and biological mother becoming an item because they’d be great for each other. I jest. Again, we don’t even see Jung Hoo being healed at all, other than the fact he has immense dependency on Young Shin.

Even Moon Ho.

I was so convinced he was going to die because in that, he’d find redemption for failing to save them (and also, did we ever get to know how/why he had been first on the scene with farmer devastated apartment?) the first time, also as bitter last joke that he truly overcame his fear of being in action only to pay dearly for it. Yes, the angst and the pain of the kids for never really getting chance to share those stories with him, to have him as part of their family, would’ve been tremendous but it’d have been emotionally satisfying, somehow. Instead, we get him walking off with the woman that we get almost no basis of as to why they’d want to be together, other than stubbornness. Yes, she’s his friend and she’s set on having him, but she is also opposite in some unflattering ways and just... If we had seen her explicitly supporting him few times through his days at Someday, then maybe. And yet, there they were, as if she was his happy ending long denied, after all. Which is kind of ... Like he hasn’t been able to move on from attaching his entire happiness/worth to someone else’s fate, after all.

Almost ironically, Myung Hee is the one that has healed the most - overcoming her convulsions, she got to bottom of the mysteries and pains in her life, without dying. She’s mentally and even physically better than ever before. And I am happy for her, I am. And that makes me think of how much I’d love and melt if I had seen such healing and on-screen conclusion of arcs for these other characters. It’s proven I can forgive basically any plot fault if the ending is emotionally satisfying.

And I would have, especially because I truly did love these characters, ended up feeling for all of them more than expected. But I didn’t get to see them done justice and true happiness, to say proper good bye, and I was left with feeling of still hanging in the air, waiting for the other shoe to drop in a perfect dance step and knowing it will never come hurts.

Hence, my complicated emotions toward this drama.

#healer #kdrama #rainy watches kdrama #putting this in tag like a whole dumbass #rainy rambles #*OP is aware that the title is for entirely different reason but we could've HAD IT BOTH WAYS DAMMIT

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