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violetsiren90 · 1 month

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Beacons Ashore

(A What the Moon Saw Drabble)

Pairing: Yoongi x f!Reader (What the Moon Saw universe)

Genre: drabble; non-idol AU; friends to lovers; childhood friends; new friendship; angst and fluff; Yoongi POV

Summary: A few months after first stumbling across you in his favorite spot, Yoongi finds himself at the hideaway ledge on a night in March.

Content Warnings: PG, but ALL my content is off-limits to minors; minor injuries and allusions to domestic violence; allusions to minors smoking cigarettes; sad birthday boy; first aid; sweet beginnings

Author's note: Just a quick birthday drabble in honor of Yoongi and my favorite fic couple. It's exactly 1000 words! Short and sweet. A Yoongi POV. 💕

If no one has told you yet today, you are loved and worthy of love! Yoongi certainly loves you, and I do too! 🧜‍♀️💜

The moon watched Yoongi shift impatiently where he sat.

He wasn't waiting for you.

This was his spot, after all - you had stolen it. Intruded. You kept insisting that it was very possible that you had in fact found it first, and that the both of you had simply never retreated to the little nook in the cliffside on the same night until that night, last year, but Yoongi found the notion highly improbably.

It wasn't that he would ever complain that you were now part of his nightly reprieves more often than not. You weren't noisy or bothersome, and always brought cozy blankets and oatmeal crème cakes you were willing to share. You were easy to talk to, when there were words, and when there were none, your silence was easy as well - a peaceful companion in the darkness like the crash of the waters below.

It was a Tuesday, and you were always here on Tuesdays. Your mother was gone playing bunco and your father was...working late. Yoongi shifted again where he sat, tossing a pebble over the lip of the ledge. He hadn't been able to lift any cigarettes tonight, not after the incident with the soup. His stomach rumbled. Yoongi held himself around the middle and stared out at the water shimmering under the chilly, pale yellow light of the March moon.

He wasn't waiting for you.

He wasn't.

And then little scuffling noises from above found him springing to his feet and leaning over the railing to see you tottering down the steps wearing a backpack and carrying a flannel blanket in your arms that nearly obscured the front of you with its bundled mass. Yoongi hopped over the rail and trotted up the stairs to take the blanket and the backpack while you clambered over the railing to reach the ledge.

You were so tiny that you had to drop to the ground after pushing your tummy off the bar. It made Yoongi smile to himself. He wished you weren't so cute, like a tiny little bear in your puffy coat and Ugg boots. If you weren't so endearing he could begrudge you for setting up camp in this little corner of his life.

Yoongi didn't let people in, it was easier that way. People thought they wanted to get to know him, sure...but people always overestimated themselves. People were soft, ignorant idiots who recoiled when they discovered the ugly, messy truth his life, quietly excusing themselves from his association thereafter.

That's why when you asked him what had happened to his hands, he lied.

"I fell."

It wasn't exactly a lie. He had fallen. When his mother had shoved him out the door and locked it behind him, screaming for him to go, to run, while she took the blows meant for him, he had fallen.

Your eyes dropped to his scraped knees. Yoongi tucked his bottom lip between his teeth. The innocence of your knitted brow seemed to ask why he was always bleeding. Under his jacket the soft skin of Yoongi's tummy burned from the scalding overturned bowl of seaweed soup. Suddenly, he wanted to run away - but he was already where he'd end up if he did.

You watched Yoongi's eyes dart over your face. You watched his foot scrape back over the stone of the ledge. You huffed and stuck your legs out in front of you in a little V, pulling your backpack into your lap. It was almost as big as you were.

Yoongi's heart squeezed in spite of the pulse rushing in his ears.

Cute. Damn it.

You plunged your arm in past the zipper of the bag and pulled out a little white box, setting it between your legs and glancing back up at him to pat the ground beside you. Yoongi raised an eyebrow skeptically, but you tilted your head to the side and raised your own brows in a way he had quickly learned meant he better just cooperate.

He sat down beside you, his back to the cold rock and his knees drawn up to his chest. You shoved your backpack aside and skootched in next to him, cracking open the plastic lid of the box to reveal the contents of a first-aid kit. Yoongi's heart squeezed again.

You peeled open an alcohol pad and warned that it would hurt. He scoffed, then clenched his jaw to keep from yelping when you gently patted the cool wet pad over the bloodied knees peeking through the rips in his jeans. Then you pursed your little lips and leaned in to blow on his skin. What on earth that was supposed to do to help Yoongi hadn't the faintest notion, but he did know that your small, gentle touches were taking up enough space in his mind to push away everything else.

You stretched a bandage over one knee. It was white with bright pink hearts and tiny pictures of Hello Kitty. Absolutely garish, and the sweetest thing he had ever seen.

"It's my birthday," Yoongi blurted out, surprising himself with his own words.

You drew back and blinked at him.

"I..." he mumbled, reaching for something to justify the sudden revelation, "I'm thirteen."

You turned away to rummage in your bag again. Yoongi was kicking himself for being such a weirdo, and he stood again to go, when you turned back with something in your hands. You looked up at him with a silly grin, holding an unwrapped oatmeal crème cake with a Q-tip from the first aid kit stabbed like a candle in its soft center.

"Got a light?" you asked, teasingly.

He reached out and gingerly took the little confection in his battered palms, pulling a weathered Zippo from his jacket pocket.

The moon watched as he lit the the little cotton swab.

It watched him shush you as you tried to sing to him then mush the snack cake against your face when you wouldn't stop.

From far up and away in the cold March sky, the moon saw Yoongi begin to glow at your side - long after the make-shift candle had been blown out.

-Fin-

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sacredjake · 7 months

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Moon To Me Part Two

pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

word count: 3.7k

warnings: fluff, angst, drinking, cussing, mentions of being crossfaded, shitty ex-best friend.

Read Part One

honestly when i originally wrote Moon To Me i didn’t plan on giving it any more parts, but here we are! i plan on writing one more part to this mini series and i promise it won’t take as long. thank you to @malany-gvf as always for feedback and endless support <3 love you lots.

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It had been a month since Jake and the boys came back from touring, and in that time there had been only a handful of days you didn’t spend together. He took you back to that spot in the woods to stargaze only one other time, yet again staying out all night. Usually you would hang out at his house or your apartment, but sometimes the other guys would invite you out with them.

Danny had reached out to invite you to go bowling with them one night. Of course you and Jake teamed up and kicked everyone else’s ass, much to Josh and Sam’s dismay.

“Oh that’s so unfair!” Sam threw his arms up at the sight of you landing your third strike. You spun on your heel, walking back towards the group with Jake shooting you a wide smile.

“Atta girl!” Jake’s hand came up, giving you a high-five before you settled in your seat.

“You two are never allowed to be partners again!” Josh shook his head, reaching down to grab his ball from the rack.

“Hey it’s not our fault you guys suck!” You laughed from your seat next to Jake, and watched as Josh sunk another ball in the gutter.

“Should I go ask the attendant to put up the bumpers for you, Josh?” Jake snickered, earning a glare from his twin. Josh turned back around and waited for his ball to return, tapping his foot impatiently, arms crossed over his chest.

“What’d I miss?” Danny plopped down in his seat between you and Sam, nachos in hand.

“Oh just Josh sending the ball into the gutter, again, and me getting a strike… again.” Your reply was as smug as the smile you offered along with it as you reached over and plucked a chip from the paper boat, popping it in your mouth. Danny swatted playfully at your hand when you went back for another.

“Hey! I did not buy these for you. Jake, control your best friend.” He joked, pulling the nachos away from your reach and making you giggle while chewing happily on the chip you were able to steal.

“Ah, sorry Dan, that’s my bad. I forgot Moon’s backpack leash at my house.”

“Hey!” You hit Jake’s bicep lightly with the backside of your hand, “I am not a child!” You pouted and Jake’s smile grew even wider, putting his hands up in faux defense.

“Jake, you’re up.” Sam caught his brother’s attention and nodded his head toward the lane. Josh was making his way back after taking far too long for his second shot. Jake sent a wink your way before standing to take his turn and Josh sitting where he had just risen from.

“Jokes aside, I’m glad you came out with us, y/n. Jake’s been trying to keep you all to himself since we got back.” Josh shoved his shoulder into yours gently, beaming at you with bright eyes. Your cheeks and chest warmed at his comment about Jake. You cast your eyes over to where he was standing, bent over the rack to retrieve his ball.

He picked up his ball, bicep flexing and fingers dug into the holes on the sphere, and you couldn’t help but stare. Jake had always been very special to you, he was your best friend after all. But things had begun to change on your end. The evening after the two of you went stargazing, you woke to his face nuzzled in your hair, and light snores filling the air with his arm draped over your waist holding you close, his legs tangled in yours. You felt something stir in your chest.

It was like you were seeing him for the first time. He was so content and peaceful lying there. Beautiful, even. Golden light from the setting sun danced upon his hair and skin, bringing out the lighter strands and causing his face to glow. Your heart tightened just watching him, admiring him, in this way.

Since then your feelings only grew deeper. You constantly felt conflicted about your new emotions. He was your best friend and you didn’t want to jeopardize the ten plus years of friendship, but you also couldn’t ignore how you felt about him.

“Hello?? Earth to y/n.” Josh’s hand came into view, waving in front of your face. You blinked a few times, thoughts leaving your mind, but your eyes stayed on Jake as he threw the ball down the lane. Another strike.

“What?”

Josh’s eyes followed your gaze landing on Jake, and his smile threatened to reach his ears. He chuckled to himself, snapping your focus away from Jake to look at him instead.

“You uh, spaced out there.” His voice drifted off, a smile still very much present on his face as he met your eyes. Your throat felt dry and you knew your cheeks were bright red this time. He obviously had caught on to your not so subtle longing.

“Just, um… a lot on my mind.” Your voice was soft, and you gave him a nervous smile. He rested a comforting hand on your knee, squeezing it a tad. “Mmm…” He removed his hand from your knee, letting it rest on his own thigh instead with a nod of his head. It was quiet for just a moment longer until he spoke again.

“I’m having a party Saturday night, obviously you’re invited.”

“Yeah, of course I’ll be there.” You smiled at him more assuredly this time, thankful that he didn’t press you further. This wasn’t exactly the place you wanted to discuss your feelings for Jake with his twin. Especially not when Sam was within earshot, god only knows what he would say to you.

Jake had finally made his way back to the rest of the group instantly grabbing your attention.

“Sorry guys, but Moon and I just whooped all of your asses, what can I say, we make a great team.” He rubbed his hands together with a chuckle, beaming at you.

“Like I said,” Josh pointed his finger at you with a smirk, “Never allowed to be on the same team again.” He gestured between you and Jake, both of you wearing shit-eating grins.

“I agree, this is ridiculous! Next time y/n is on my team!” Sam exclaimed as he stood to retrieve his ball from the rack. You followed his lead and snorted a laugh as you reached for your own.

“No way Sam, I like to win.” You winked, causing him to huff in playful annoyance. Making your way over to the racks that held all the different bowling balls, you placed it with the others of its same weight. Finally, you joined Jake on the bench near the concessions to take your bowling shoes off.

“I so carried you.” You teased as you sat down next him on the small bench.

“In your dreams, Moon. My back hurts from carrying you all night.” He tucked his hair behind his ear so he could see you better while he was bent over, untying his shoes. The small action made your heart rate quicken. How were you just now noticing how adorable he was?

“Oh shut up, liar.” He let out a laugh as you nudged him with your shoulder.

Eventually you were all rid of your shoes, replacing them with the ones you wore there and heading out the door.

You said your goodbyes, parting ways and letting them know you had a good time and that you’d be seeing them soon. For once, you and Jake had driven separately. He had some kind of meeting before joining the rest of you for bowling and wasn’t able to pick you up. Honestly you were kind of glad you drove yourself because it meant you were able to daydream about him on your way home.

You thought about him a lot. The way he smelled, his laugh and smile, how bright and soft his eyes were like pools of rich milk chocolate, the way you always felt safe with him. He was always on your mind, even when you were together like right now.

He had invited you over to his place to help him pick an outfit for Josh’s party before heading down the street to his house. You were sitting at the end of his bed, legs dangling over the edge and kicking slightly while you waited for him to show you what he had picked out.

“Jake c’mon! We’re already late!” You called to him, picking away at your nail beds to pass the time. It was an awful habit, but you had yet to kick it.

Finally the door to his bathroom opened and he stepped out. Air stopped flowing freely from your lungs, and your heart thumped faster as you looked him over. He was wearing a blue cotton button down, most of the buttons left undone to show off his tanned and toned chest, his favorite one of a kind jeans that had been beaten to hell and back that he somehow still pulled off, and a pair of white slip-on vans. His hair was down, a black wide brim hat sat on his head. He looked absolutely stunning.

“What do you think?” He turned around in a circle to show you his outfit from all angles. Your throat burned as you finally drew in a breath and swallowed. He walked over to his full-length mirror in the bedroom to look himself over.

“I think those jeans are almost at their end.” You smiled lightly hoping to play off how good he looked, and how affected you were. Something about the way his hoop earrings caught the light every now and then was making you feel light headed. What else were you supposed to say? ‘You look so good I want to climb you like a tree?’ Definitely not.

“I’m only joking, you look great as always.” His eyes met yours in the mirror and his face brightened at your words.

“You’re missing something though.” You slid off the end of his bed and walked towards his bathroom. You scanned over the array of jewelry on his countertop, finally landing on your favorite necklace of his. Jake entered the bathroom as you picked up the cool metal, and stood behind you waiting patiently.

“I think this would tie everything together.”

You turned around to face him, holding the medallion necklace in both hands to slip it over his head. Without question, Jake removed his hat with a smile and placed it on top of your head to make it easier for you. Slipping the jewelry over his head, making sure not to mess up his hair, you let your fingers gently brush the medallion as it rested in the divot of his chest. You lifted your head up to meet his eyes, fingers still lightly touching the metal.

His hat began to slip down over your eyes at the upwards movement of your head, hindering your view of Jake’s face. You could see his hand come up towards your face before pushing the hat back out of your eyes.

“It looks good on you, Moon.” He smiled down fondly at you, a shy smile and blush adoring your face. You lifted the hat from your head and placed it back on his, a smile still dancing on your lips.

“I think I like it better on you.”

Neither of you moved for a moment, silence and tension hung thickly in the air. It wasn’t that either of them were uncomfortable, they just felt different than they normally did. Jake began to open his mouth when his phone started ringing loudly in his bedroom.

“How much you wanna bet that’s Josh?” He rolled his eyes and took off towards the noisy device without your reply.

“I don’t need to bet on it, I know for a fact that’s him.” You followed after him back into his bedroom, and returned to your previous spot on the bed. The conversation Jake had with his twin was exactly what you had expected. Josh was grilling Jake about when he’d be showing up, what he’d be wearing, if you’d be there and just about anything in between. Once he hung up the phone, you decided it was time to head over to Josh’s party.

From the moment you stepped foot outside the house, loud music was heard floating down the street.

“I didn’t know he was throwing a fucking rager.” Jake scoffed and pointed in the direction of the loud music. Josh’s house was large and mostly desolate, but at the moment it was flooded with people making their way inside.

“Oh tonight should be fun.” There was a mischievous tone in your reply knowing all too well how crazy Josh’s parties have been in the past.

“Y/n! I’m glad you came!” Josh threw his arms around you, enveloping you in a large hug as soon as you walked through the door. You squeezed him back with the same force, but had to steady yourself as Josh leaned most of his drunken weight onto you.

“Josh,” You involuntarily rolled your eyes, “I told you like last week that I would be coming to your party.” He peeled himself away from you and waved you off with his hand.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t be glad that you’re here. Now, you look far too sober so let’s get you a drink.”

Before you were given the option to protest, Josh took you by the hand and pulled you away from Jake’s side towards the kitchen. He made a drink you requested, definitely on the strong side, and then, in true Josh fashion, demanded you be his partner in beer pong.

“Bet we can put that bowling arm to good use, c’mon!” He practically dragged you towards the table, arm linked in yours.

And that is where you had been for the last hour. The game was quite exciting to watch as a spectator, but as a player you were on edge. Both teams were down to their last cup with each round volleying back and forth on redemption. Every time someone made a cup for the win, another person from the opposing team would easily sink their ball into the cup for the redemption point.

This has been going on for at least fifteen minutes.

You hadn’t seen Jake in the last hour that you had been playing, ultimately curious as to where he had run off to. The thought didn’t linger long as it was your turn to shoot, hoping to put this game to an end. Your ball sank into the cup with ease, earning whoops and hollers of excitement from the crowd that had gathered to watch. Josh took his shot and also landed his ball in the cup. The first round where both players had made it. Naturally, the balls were rolled back to the both of you giving you each another shot to which you missed, but Josh had made.

Your opponents now had to make three redemption shots. This was great news as you desperately were ready to end this game. But you also wanted to win of course.

Dread started to set in as both of the first two shots were made. You watched the ball in what seemed like slow motion as it left the guy across from you’s hand and flew through the air, coming down onto the table and narrowly missing the cup.

The space where the pong table was erupted into loud cheers, your own mixed in. Josh wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and lifted you into the air, spinning you around before setting your feet back on the ground.

“That was fucking amazing!” Josh practically screamed in your face due to the volume of the voices around you.

“God I am so glad that’s over. That went on for way too long.” You laughed with a shake of your head and steadied yourself by holding both of Josh’s shoulders.

“I’m gonna go find Jake, see what he’s up to.” You told Josh before leaving him at the table to wander his house in search of his twin.

So far you had walked through the entire house and there was no sign of him. He wasn’t in the kitchen making another drink. Nor was he in the living room lounging with Sam and Danny. He was nowhere to be seen in any of the bedrooms either. The last place you had yet to check was the backyard which a good portion of the party goers were hanging about.

The night was fairly chilly now, a shiver cascading down your spine upon stepping outside the house. The air was mostly filled with chatter from all the different people standing around and, mostly quiet, music that drifted from a few speakers. Josh was adamant about keeping the volume outside to a minimum for the sake of his neighbors once the hour reached 9 p.m. which your respected.

You bobbed and weaved your way around groups of people, eyes searching every face for Jake’s. He had to be out here there was no way he wasn’t. You were about to give up when a particularly grating voice stopped you dead in your steps. A voice you knew all too well, but hadn’t heard in years.

Amber.

Amber was your best friend during middle school and all of high school. Until she decided to spread a particularly nasty rumor about you and Jake when she had a thing for your boyfriend at the time. After something like that the relationship was well… irreparable.

Your head whipped to her nauseating, overly sweet laugh and the sight before you physically made your stomach churn. She was sitting sideways on Jake’s lap, her long fake nails running up and down his toned chest while she giggled something in his ear. Your eyes locked with Jake’s immediately, but you didn’t dare take in the details of the scene before you. Instead you turned quickly on your heel and headed directly out the side gate of Josh’s backyard.

Tears stung your eyes and blurred your vision as you all but ran back to Jake’s place a few houses down. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears making it impossible for you to hear the sound of a gate crashing behind you. Wiping tears from your cheeks as rapidly as they fell, you reached your car and slid inside. The ignition rolled over quickly allowing for your quick getaway, not once stopping to see that Jake had almost reached you.

He watched you speed by, chest heaving from running as fast as he could to try and catch you. He turned around and kicked the nearest object, a frustrated groan ripped through his throat. Had he been sober, the pain from kicking the fire hydrant would’ve instantly washed over him, but he was far from sober. He’d be feeling that in the morning.

Jake was so crossfaded that he almost didn’t realize that he was staring back into your eyes for a split second. Staring directly into your eyes while Amber literally threw herself at him.

In his defense, she had come out of nowhere and just sat on his lap thirty seconds prior to you showing up. He definitely did not enjoy her company, and was just about to tell her to get lost. While he didn’t want you to get the wrong idea, seeing as he wanted to be with you, he also felt terrible that it had been Amer of all people perched on his lap. He felt horrible thinking about the look on your face, how you must be feeling. Of course you didn’t know that though, and he had no idea what he was going to do.

You, on the other hand, drove straight home. Tears flooded your eyes and rolled down your cheeks continuously, making it incredibly hard to see the road. It was painful enough to see another girl wrapped around him, but for it to be Amber? That was like a punch to the gut.

Thankfully you made it home safely, pulling into your apartment complex roughly thirty-five minutes later, and you throwing your car in park. You sat in silence for a few moments, just breathing in and out deeply to calm yourself. With your eyes closed you focused on your breathing until a light illuminated the dark space.

Taking a deep breath you opened your eyes to find that the light was coming from your phone. A litany of texts coming through never allowing the screen to dim. Each one was from Jake.

You picked up your phone, but did not dare open any of the texts. Instead, you pocketed it and made your way outside of the vehicle as lightning cracked across the sky, and rain drizzled down from the heavens softly while you made your way towards your apartment.

You were glad the rain was more of a misting than anything else, otherwise you would’ve been soaked to the bone. However you knew a downpour was sure to follow the thunder that clapped and lightning that cracked overhead.

When you finally made it into your apartment you rid yourself of the uncomfortable party clothes. These were not the clothes to cry and wallow in while you watched shitty, sappy rom-coms. You slid a pair of sleep shorts up your legs and threw a baggy, worn t-shirt over your upper body followed by a pair of fuzzy socks. You cleaned your face of any makeup that had been applied earlier and washed it as you normally would before bed, taking your time to indulge in the small self care act.

When all of that was done, you made your way into your living room, plucking your most comfortable and soft blanket from the ladder next to your tv, wrapping it around your shoulders. You made your way further into the living room and plopped down onto the sofa, snuggling further into the plush blanket. Out of habit and feeling the need to self-sooth, you put on said shitty rom-com, one you knew almost every line to.

The rain from outside had picked up considerably now, large, heavy raindrops pelting against your windows. While the dim light from your kitchen lit most of the living room with soft lighting, the rapid lightning from the storm starkly illuminated the space every few minutes. Thunder boomed loudly, shaking the walls around you, and wind slammed rain against the brick outside.

It was oddly comforting.

However what was not comforting was the knock that sounded from your door, barely audible above the storm that raged outside.

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mini-sae · 11 months

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Everything

Jake Lockley × reader

Summary : Fluff, fluff and fluff 😉

You drove him crazy. Completely utterly crazy.

Jake thought he knew everything about insanity before meeting you. The fear and loneliness caused by madness.

But watching you being so close and yet so far away from him was a whole new level. You liked him, that he was sure about. He could see the way you blushed when he innocently take your hand to help you getting out of his cab. The way you smile when he throws one of his stupid not funny jokes.

He made it so very clear that he was into you. From the day you went into his cab for the first time, he was instantly frozen by your bright eyes and sweet smile. And he made sure to be the one to take you anywhere you needed to be, anytime.

For months, he got to know you. Memorizing everything you told him about your life. Learning your mimics, learning to read you like an open book. And he still can't believe how hard and fast he fell for you. And he felt the way you started to care about him too. You were as curious about him as he was curious about you.

That's why it made no sense to him. No sense at all. He was waiting for you in front of a building, trying his best to not jump out of his car to get you. You didn't tell him that you were on a date, but he knew that's what you were heading at when he saw you all dressed up. That wasn't the first time since he met you. You didn't have any serious relationship, but you had dates. And when you called him this late in the night, like today, or early in the morning, well you made a guy very lucky.

And yet he was here. It was pure torture, but he was here. Waiting for you. Always waiting for you.

He got out when you got out.

" Hey cariño. You're okay ? " He asks with a forced smile.

" I'm good, thanks. I hope I didn't wake you up. "

" I told you, that's fine. Don't worry, sweetheart. "

Even when you looked like this, smelled like this, he couldn't help to be good to you.

When he was in front of your home, he turned to you and smiled.

" So I guess it wasn't my turn to take you out. Again. "

" Jake, come on. " You laughed.

Of course you laughed. Everytime he made a comment or an opened invitation, you brushed it off with a laugh. But this time, it was too much. Not this time. Not anymore. You wished a good night before stepping out, but he was out before you closed the door. He pushed you against it and kissed you. You stayed still for a few seconds, then pushed him back.

" Don't. Please. "

Jake sighed and let his head fall on your shoulder.

" I don't understand. Please, tell me. What do I have to do ? "

" Jake, I'm sorry. I can't. "

He takes a step back and looks at you.

" It's not in my head. I know it's not just in my head. You care for me. You want me as much as I want you. "

You avoided his gaze, biting your lip.

" What is it ? Is it because I'm just a cab driver ? "

You look sharply at him.

" Of course not. "

" So what ? Is it... Is it them ? "

Now that was the touchy subject. As soon as he got comfortable with you, he told you about his condition. He told you everything about Marc and Steven. And you never judged him for that. You didn't stop calling for him after you learned about his illness.

Marc and Steven were taken with you. Even though they never spoke directly to you, they witnessed every exchange you had with Jake. And like him, it didn't take long for them to fall for you. But Jake made crystal clear that he was the only one allowed to talk to you until anything happened between the two of you. He was the one who found you. And he was okay with the idea with you loving them too, but he wanted you to love him first. As selfish as it was, that's what he wanted.

" No it's not them. Jake, please. "

" Then tell me. Tell me why I have to watch you go get fucked by other men. Men you don't even want to see again. "

" Stop. Stop talking like that. "

You were about to cry and it was breaking his heart, but he needed to understand. He needed you to say, to explain, to show him what you wanted. Anything you wanted. It was yours.

" You want me to beg ? You want me to get on my fucking knees for you ? Because I will. Just say the word. "

He didn't give a fuck of how pathetic he sounded. Nothing mattered but you. His need and want for you.

" Can you give me everything ? " You asked in a shy voice.

" What ? "

" You told me how your life was dangerous. How this Egyptian God needed you to carry those missions for him. "

" What does that have to do with us ? Have I once failed you when you called me ? Am I not here everytime you need me ? "

" Yes. But you made it sound like your life was not even yours. I'm not judging you, really. But I don't want moments with you. I don't want pieces of you. I want everything. Absolutely everything. "

Jake looked at you as if you were the crazy one.

" You don't see it, don't you ? You don't see that you already have all of me ? That you had me at the second I laid eyes on you ? "

Did you really believe that he would treat you like you were just in the decor ? Like you wouldn't be the only thing that made him feel like a whole person for the first time of his twisted life ?

" You promise me that this is real ? That you'll love me as much as I love you ? That... "

" I love you more than you can even understand. And I swear to you. I swear to you that you'll be a part of me. A part of us. "

Jake looks into your eyes and realizes that it's all you needed to know all along. Needed to know that there was a place for you, a real place in the mess that it his life.

He takes you in his arms and kiss you so slowly, afraid that you will reject him again. But this time, you let him. You put your arms around his neck and holds so tight onto him.

Jake felt a happiness he couldn't describe. Perhaps because he felt your happiness too. And maybe the happiness of two other guys who were so impatient to meet you.

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“Lighthouse keeper, huh?”

Keith watches Shiro’s face carefully, because he’s not sure what to expect. Not anger — Shiro doesn’t do angry, not with Keith — but not exactly excitement, either. He’s not sure.

Shiro sighs, hanging his head. He doesn’t speak or move for several moments, only staring at his clasped ands, jaw set. Keith remains where he is, leaning against the bookshelf covered in stickers placed carefully by six-year old Keith, ugly as sin but impossible for sentimental Shiro to throw out.

Shiro braces his hands on his knees, sighing again as he heaves himself up and walks over to Keith. He cups Keith’s face in his hands and leans their foreheads together.

“Why do you always have to choose the least safe option, huh, kiddo?” His voice is a mix of tired and fond; strained and loving.

Keith shrugs. His hands tighten on Shiro’s shirt. “That’s what you did.”

The remark makes Shiro crack a smile.

“Do as I say, not as I do.”

“Tyrant,” Keith says. The familiar tease — remnant from when Keith was younger and angrier and fought every choice Shiro made for him, regardless of whether it was the right one — makes Shiro huff a laugh, pressing a kiss to Keith’s forehead before pulling away.

“You have to promise to call me every week, okay? At least once. Lighthouses get lonely.”

“Okay,” Keith says quietly.

“And get decent groceries when you go out. Vegetables. Lots of them.”

“Okay.”

“And don’t do anything stupid, like go swimming in an icy ocean at night to chase a cryptid or something.”

Keith smiles a little. “No promises.”

Shiro sighs again, but it’s not as heavy this time. This time there’s an edge of acceptance to it.

“Just — be safe, kiddo. I can’t lose you, too.”

“Okay,” Keith says again, and he means it.

———

Lighthouse keeper. Lighthouse keeper.

What an insane job.

Is Keith qualified for it, technically? No. Not even a little bit. But after a little resume-fudging — okay, a lot of straight-up lying — and a myriad of people refusing to come near the lighthouse they swore was haunted, Keith landed the job.

“Look, it’s kind of isolating, okay?” says the coast guard, pressing a massive ring of keys into his hand. “Like, it’s not a hard job, really, except for during storms. You mostly just get to chill and check on the bulb every once in a while. But it can get…lonely.” She cuts him a sideways glance. “You know the story?”

Vaguely.

Keith shrugs.

“This used to be a real popular port,” she says. “People landing day and night, every day of the year. Used to be people manning the light every second of every day, groups of six or seven living here at once, like one big family. But then we shifted from using coal to using all that renewable shit, and the port stopped being so popular ‘cause there were less ships out to this area. Employees dwindled to just one guy, here by himself, every day of the year for decades.”

She pauses for a moment, drumming her hand on her car door. Keith pretends to be way less intrigued than he is.

“He went mad,” she says quietly. “No wifi or anything in the 60s, you know. Not a damn thing to do. He said he fell in love with the moon. Refused to retire, to resign. Stayed up in that tower until he was way too old to be manning it. Died in one of the storms ‘cause he was just to frail to be out in those elements, y’know? But he wouldn’t leave the damn place behind. People say he never really left — that his ghost haunts the place. That’s why it’s been abandoned for so long.”

She shrugs, somber look melting off her face as quickly as it came. “Well, I’m sure it’s all shit, anyway. You’ll be fine. Good luck!”

Before Keith can so much as utter a single ‘hey, what the fuck’, she ducks into her car, slamming the door and speeding down the gravel driveway.

“Well, goodbye,” Keith mutters, shaking his head and walking down the cobblestone path to the door. “Thanks for that.”

Ghost, huh?

That sure as hell wasn’t on any of the waivers he signed.

He hopes it’s not an angry ghost.

———

Turns out Shirt had nothing to worry about. Keith keeps a radio on him once it gets dark, making his way up to the light when he gets word of a ship coming near, just to make sure everything’s okay. He doesn’t really do much except watch the sea, basically. He supposes he’ll be a lot busier in a giant storm or if something breaks, but as of right now, his biggest trouble is boredom.

And oh, what a trouble it is.

Turns out manning a lighthouse is boring as shit. 24 hours is a lot of goddamn time in the day, and there’s only so many times Keith can scroll through his phone or read a book before he goes insane. It’s almost never worth the gas money to drive into town, and besides he doesn’t know anyone, so mostly he just sits and mopes out the window or skips rocks along the shoreline (his current record is 20 skips in a row, which would be cool as shit of the every second of every day didn’t feel so blah). Even the calls with Shiro are too mundane to pique his interest — his brother’s life isn’t too exciting, either, although talking with Shiro still has its enjoyment.

There is something magical about the stillness of everything, though. Like, yeah, Keith would love it if he could maybe experience something that was even a little interesting, but he’s felt more peace in the past few months than he has his entire life.

(Not that that’s saying much.)

(But, still.)

He particularly likes sitting out on the balcony by the light once the sun has set, watching the stars. It’s gotten warm enough now that he can sit out for hours without getting cold, just watching the stars. He’s so far away from any city that he can see what feels like every star in existence.

The moon, though, is the most breathtaking of anything. Somehow it looks more breathtaking every night. This far out on the coastline Keith can see it with startling clarity, every dip and crater and crevice glowing a soft silver. Sometimes Keith is so captivated by it that he watches it from sunset to sunrise, feeling like barely an hour has passed.

It makes Keith feel a little less lonely, somehow. Like maybe his heart doesn’t hurt so bad.

———

Keith wakes up at two in the afternoon feeling strangely pleased.

It’s not because he slept in, or anything — he usually wakes up at around two, since he’s up all night manning the light — or even that his sleep was particularly restful. He doesn’t know why he feels so…excited? Maybe that’s not the right word. But he goes through the day feeling all floaty, humming as he cleans up his living space and dancing around as he makes food. The air buzzes with anticipation, although for what he’s not sure.

Closer tonight.

Keith freezes.

Huh?

He waits a moment, hands still int the soapy water. What was that? That was a strangely…foreign thought. What’s closer tonight? What does that even mean?

He shakes himself out of his stillness when he realises the water has started to go cold, continuing to scrub the dishes. Whatever. He has weird, intrusive thoughts all the time. It’s nothing new.

Full moon. Closer to Earth.

“Okay, what the fuck.”

Keith drops the dishes, yanking his hands out of the sink and taking a stumbling step back, stopping when he backs into the fridge. His wet hands drip onto the tile floor, steady plop sounds, one for every heavy inhale.

“Okay,” he tells himself, “I am going to dry my hands and then sit down on the couch. I am going to remain still for twenty minutes. If I hear a weird thought again, I am going to freak out. If not, I am going to assume my brain is trying to freak me out to make things more interesting, and I am going to dismiss this entirely.”

Twenty minutes later, when no weird thought occurs, Keith sighs in relief.

God, how bored must he be, for his brain to make up weird voices or whatever? Maybe he should take up another hobby.

Knit, or something.

Can’t hurt.

———

“Did you get lonely a lot, when you were deployed?”

Shiro hums; tinny through the shitty cell reception.

“Yeah, lots. There were a lot of long stretches where I felt like I might be the only person in the world. Made everything feel smaller. Why do you ask? You getting lonely?”

“Just curious,” Keith denies. He pauses a moment.

“Did you ever hear…voices?”

As soon as he says it, he knows he’s fucked up. The comfortable silence between them gets charged immediately, tense, and they may be hundreds of miles apart but Keith can physically feel the concerned look Shiro is sporting.

“Keith, maybe you should call a doc —”

“It’s not me,” Keith says hastily. “I’m just — I read a lot now, right? I don’t have much else to do. And I was reading one of the manuals lying around this place, and it said that if you experience any strange mental symptoms to switch out shifts, but I was just curious about what strange mental symptoms might be, I’m not actually —”

“Okay,” Shiro interrupts. “It’s fine. I believe. Just — stay safe, okay? Don’t be afraid to call for help, to call it quits. We can always figure out what to do next.”

Keith takes a deep breath, running his hands through his hair and smiling slightly. No matter what, he can count on Shiro.

“Okay.”

“Good. Love you, kiddo.”

“Love you, too.”

———

Keith squints at the sky. He tilts his head, considering, then squints harder.

“Maybe I am going crazy,” he says to himself. He hasn’t heard any weird voices since that one time, but he’s been feeling a lot of weird things in his chest, near his heart. For two weeks the night sky has felt almost…distant? Cold, even. But then he started to feel this growing pull to be outside more and more, the strong desire to stand and stare out at sea during the day, swaying with the waves, and to stare endlessly at the sky at night, drinking in the sights, watching the moon turn through it’s phases. The feeling is almost suffocating, now, like if he’s not outside he’s incapable of breathing. Everything feels so restless during the day, soothed only by the light of the moon.

“Or maybe I’m just dead bored. Who knows.”

———

Finally.

The voice startles him right out of a nap, tumbling off the couch onto a heap on the floor. He blinks himself awake fully, blearily checking his watch. His eyes widen.

“Shit,” he says, scrambling to his bedroom to grab his radio and sprinting up the stairs to the light. He’s late. He doesn’t seem to have missed any calls, thankfully, but still, he needs to be up there in case a ship’s radio is broken and they can’t call, or what if —

He freezes on the top step.

“What the fuck.”

Elbows on the balcony railing, leaning out facing the ocean, is a man. He’s tall, curly brown hair whipping around his angular face in the sea breeze, eyes closed in serenity.

Every part of him, faintly, glows silver.

“Took your sweet time,” he says, not opening his eyes. His voice is strangely familiar.

“What the fuck,” Keith repeats. He’s not sure how else to encompass the pure bewilderment he’s feeling.

Finally the man turns slightly to face him, lips curled in amusement and eyes opening to reveal a deep, dark brown that sparkles faintly in the moonlight.

“You’re supposed to be here when the sun sets, yes?”

Keith hums, nodding his head.

“Yep. I’ve officially gone insane.”

The man laughs, head thrown back and teeth gleaming white.

“Perhaps. Are madmen always so eloquently charming?”

“Figments of my imagination are not allowed to be mocking,” Keith snaps, because if he’s going to go insane it’s going to be on his terms, goddamnit.

“Good thing I have nothing to do with your imagination, then,” the man shoots back easily. He smirks. “You couldn’t come up with something as pretty as me if you tried.”

Keith scoffs, but doesn’t deny it. Figures that his brain would cook up a bratty loudmouth with a bright smile to torture him. He’s his own worst enemy.

“I’m going to ignore you,” Keith informs the man. “If I don’t acknowledge you, then my brain will get the message and you’ll disappear.”

The man pouts. “Don’t be so callous. I only have three days, and then I’ll not see you again for a month.”

Keith ignores him. This lighthouse gig is kind of boring, sure, and yeah, he’s a little lonely, but it pays well and includes room and board. There’s not a chance in hell that he’s succumbing to his insanity and returning to fucking retail, or something, no sirree. He’s stubborn. He can wait this out.

The man sighs petulantly. “Of course you’re boring,” he mutters. “The last Moon Guardian got to fall in love with the lightkeeper, and I get someone who can scarcely believe I’m real. How unjust.”

The last lightkeeper… what was it the coast guard had said?

He said he fell in love with the moon…stayed up in that tower until he was too old to be manning it. Died in one of the storms.

“Oh, real original, brain,” he mutters to himself. “Real fuckin’ original, with the Hollywood spooky stuff. I need to stop watching horror movies before bed.”

“Ugh,” the man says, rolling his eyes. “You’re stubborn, aren’t you? I bet you will refuse to even acknowledge me for months or even years. I should have chosen to guard one of Venus’ moons when ‘Llura gave me the chance.”

“Nope,” Keith says, waking to the other side of the balcony. If his brain is going to torment him with ridiculousness, then he is not going to listen.

He’ll just wait it out.

———

For the eight hours of sundown, he manages. He keeps stubbornly away from the hallucination, ignoring the man’s huffing and puffing and muttering, firmly telling himself that he’s just overtired and that he’ll sleep in extra tomorrow morning so this won’t happen again. The very second the sun peeks above the horizon, Keith books it for the staircase, rushing for the door before the hallucination can so much as mutter a word. He runs straight to his bed and sleeps for sixteen straight hours, completely dead to the world. When he wakes, he convinces himself to check the balcony, and is relieved to find the man gone.

“See?” he reassures himself. “Just sleep deprived.”

He believes it all the way until sundown, when he jovially makes the climb up to the light, whistling to himself, only to trail into silence when the man stands there again, smiling smugly at him.

“Good evening,” he says.

Keith throws a book at his face.

———

“I despise you,” the man says nasally, glaring at Keith through bruised eyes.

Keith winces, dabbing blood off the man’s nose as delicately as he can with a damp cloth.

“Sorry,” he says, as genuinely as he can. “I really did think the book was going to go through you. How was I to know that you’re — well, that you’re real?”

“Because I told you!” the man cries. “Thrice!”

Keith huffs, stepping back as the man wrestles the cloth from his hands and starts to wipe the blood off himself. “Well, I said I was sorry, okay? Jesus.”

The man glares at him one more time before sighing. “I suppose I can forgive you.”

“Cool.” Keith shifts awkwardly. “Um, not to be rude, but who the hell are you? Now that I know you’re not my brain, it’s kind of super weird that you’re here.”

“I have many names,” the man says. “Luna, Alqamar, Dal. Moon. But the other Guardians call me Lance, so perhaps that is the name most suitable.”

“Okay,” Keith says, like this isn’t lunacy. “So you’re not just some random dude? You’re, like, the — moon? In the fucking sky?”

“Our spirits are one, yes.”

“Mhm. Great. That cleared up nothing.”

The man — Lance — raises an amused eyebrow. “What more must be made clear to you, Lightkeeper? The Moon and I are one. I am he who guards her, I am her. Is that so confusing?”

“You must know that it is,” Keith says flatly. “Like, up until right this second, I though the moon was a lifeless rock floating in the sky.”

“You’ve never felt the pull?” Lance asks softly. “Your kind has built your culture on her. Every one of you worships her in some way, ever group looks to her with some kind of fondness. You truly did not feel any of her pull, of her power? The power of any of the celestia? Have you not looked up and felt the breath knocked from your lungs?”

“I have,” Keith admits. Lance is right — the moon has always has spirit. Keith just didn’t think it was so literal.

“Good,” Lance says firmly. “There is hope for you yet, Lightkeeper.”

“Keith.”

“Hm?”

“That’s my name,” Keith says awkwardly. “Keith.”

“Oh!” Lance exclaims. He smiles, just as he did the first time Keith saw him, faint silver glow making him appear ethereal. “It’s good to meet you, Keith.”

Keith cracks a smile. This is weird as hell, sure — but didn’t Keith ask for something interesting to happen?

“It’s good to meet you too, Lance.”

———

“A friend?”

“Yep,” Keith says, popping the p. “All by myself and everything.”

“That’s great!” Shiro says enthusiastically. “How did you meet? Is he working for the lighthouse too, or does he work in town?”

“He’s a…traveller,” Keith says hesitantly. “Yeah. Only here three nights of the month, so I let him crash and we hang out.”

It’s as much of a truth as any. Keith has learned over the last few months that Lance can only come to Earth when the moon is closest — when it’s ‘full’.

“Your human denominations make no sense,” Lance argued. “I am always full, I’m just simply not always facing you. What is a ‘new moon’? I never change.”

Keith shrugged. “Do I look like I named the damn phases? People didn’t always get that, man. You looked like a crescent, you were called a crescent. Simple!”

“But you have advanced! You know the truth, now, so why keep the archaic language?”

“Lance. Dude. I am a lighthouse-keeper, and I made up all sorts of shit to get this job. I am not an astronomer.”

“Ugh. Humans perplex me.”

“Okay, mythical being.”

“…but I’m glad you’re not so lonely,” Shiro continues, snapping Keith out of his thoughts. “I was worried for a while there, kiddo.”

Keith snorts. “Thanks, Shiro.”

“Hey, don’t give me that! You have a tendency to get yourself into sticky situations and then make it worse by stubbornly refusing to back out while you can!”

“I do not,” Keith says, lying.

“Mhm, sure, kiddo. And I didn’t have to rescue you from a cult two separate times.”

“Whatever,” Keith says, scowling. “I’m hanging up now.”

“Yeah, yeah, goober.”

As much as Keith hates to admit it, life really does improve between Lance’s visits and Shiro’s calls. Both give him something solid to look forward too, and Lance’s visits especially often give him the element of physical touch that Keith didn’t realise he was missing.

Not that he’ll admit that.

But it’s nice, kind of. Even though Lance’s skin kind of feels like cool marble, and every time they hug it’s like the warmth is leeched out of him.

Not that they hug a lot.

Well, kind of. Lance is a touchy person. Moon Guardian.

Whatever.

———

“How does the guardian thing, like, work? In terms of science?”

Lance shrugs. “I haven’t the faintest clue,” he says easily. “My friend — he’s the Guardian of Phobos — he has a much clearer idea. It has something to do with quintessence, he supposes.”

“Quintessence?”

“Life force. Energy. The pieces that make up atoms.”

“Oh. I didn’t know that had a name.”

“Everything does. That’s why it exists.”

“Huh.” Keith sits with that for a moment. Not that he ever probably could, but he’d love to explain this to Shiro, to watch his nerd brain explode. It would be hilarious. “So do you guys just…spring to life when a new planet it formed, or something?”

“Oh, no,” Lance says, laughing. “I am only…twenty-five rotations around the sun.”

Keith raises his eyebrows. “Seriously? You’re my age?”

“Are you insinuating that I look older?” Lance teases. “Because if that’s the case, I can arrange to have you smited.”

Keith laughs.

Then he gets nervous.

Can Lance have him smited?

“No, no, you look great,” Keith says. Better safe than sorry.

“You look beautiful, really. It definitely makes sense that you’re the moon guardian, y’know? Like, if I had to picture someone who matched the moon, it would be you.”

Well.

That was certainly more than being ‘safe’.

Sometimes, Keith wishes he had even a little bit of a filter.

“You think so?” Lance asks quietly. Shyly.

“Yes,” Keith chokes out, picking a random star and praying to it that his blush fades. “I think so.”

A cold finger curls around his.

“I think you look beautiful, too.”

———

“Keith. Keith. Keith. Keith. Keith. Keith —”

“Shiro, piss off,” Keith mumbles, reaching blindly for a pillow to smack his brother with. “I’m tired.”

“Well, get up! This only happens thrice a year, and I want to make the most of it!”

Wait. Keith only knows one person — well, ‘person’ — who says thrice unironically, and it’s not Shiro.

“Lance?!” Keith yelps, startling awake. He shoots a confused look to the frankly ecstatic man before him, and then looks, even more confused, out his window. The sun is high in the sky, it can’t be more than noon.

“How are you here?”

“Supermoon!” Lance shouts excitedly. “Every four months, I am as close to Earth as I can possibly be, even closer then what you humans call a ‘full’ moon, and so I can be on Earth a full day cycle! It’s very exciting. I tried to wait for you to wake, but you slept so long. I couldn’t wait any further.”

“Ugh,” Keith groans, flipping back onto the pillows. “It’s early.”

Really, he’s as excited as Lance, but Lance can’t know that.

“Half the day has passed!” Lance argues. There’s a dip in the bed, and it’s Keith’s only warning before there’s suddenly a weight flopped on him.

“Oof.”

“You’re being exceptionally boring,” Lance says, pushing himself up on Keith’s chest to look him closely in the face. “I want to explore the town. I’ve always been too shy to go on my own. Take me, take me, take me!”

Keith fights off a blush, both from their position and Lance’s accidental innuendo.

“Okay,” he says weakly.

Lance cheers, scrambling off him and running out of the room.

“Hurry and get ready! I will try and make us breakfast — I think I understand how to use the stove!”

“Yeah, yeah.” It takes a moment for Lance’s second sentence to sink in. “Wait, Lance, no, stay away from the stove, you don’t know how fire works yet!”

———

Keith is going to collapse into particles. Really. That, or melt into goo on the ground.

It’s just that Lance is so cute.

Sure, he’s always beautiful. Ethereal, really. And he’s funny, and smart, and obviously very fascinating on principle alone.

But watching Lance flutter excitedly through the tiny coastline town, fascinated by every tiny, mundane thing?

Oh, Keith is not going to make it out of this one alive. Seriously. It’s straight out of that one scene in The Little Mermaid, except Lance is a million times more adorable, and knows what a fork is.

“Oh my stars, look at all these things! It’s all ridiculous! There’s no purpose for it! I want one of everything!”

“How do you even — wait,” Keith says, as something occurs to him. “Do you have, like, a house on the moon, or something? How do you store all your shit? Because you clearly have, like, clothes and stuff. And you understand some book references. Is there like a Celestial Guardians neighbourhood, or something…?”

“Oh, everything I have is stored with yours, only on the astral plane,” Lance says dismissively.

“Right. Okay,” Keith says. He pats Lance on the shoulder. “This would be one of those times where you say something that you think is very normal, but is actually batshit insane.”

Lance blinks. “Oh.” He pauses for a moment, tilting his head. “If you don’t know about the astral plane, it might be hard to conceptualise.”

“Let’s grab some food,” Keith suggests. Lance lights up at the suggestion, making Keith smile. Lance loves human food.

Once they’re settled at some random, tourist trap restaurant, Keith pokes Lance in the shoulder.

“Astral plane?” he prompts.

“Right,” Lance says, speaking through his bite of food which should be disgusting but is instead only endearing. “Quintessence is a very finicky thing. It exists and it doesn’t, in more places than are possible. It is, in many ways, the explanation for things that do not make sense.”

“So it’s not a specific material?”

“It is, it’s just also everything else that doesn’t make sense.”

“Well, that’s confusing.”

“Mhm. That’s what’s so fun about it! The most important parts that you need to know, though, is that every physical plane has an inphysical plane, and every single thing on those two planes are entwined on a quintessential level.”

Keith nods. “That means almost nothing to me.”

Lance laughs. “Well, think of you and me, yes? You are a human, a physical being. I am a Guardian of the Moon. I am physical only in certain ways, and only because my quintessence is tied completely with yours. We are mirrors to each other, connections to the two different worlds. Does that make sense?“

Keith stills, fork halfway to his mouth. Because, scientifically — no. Nothing about what Lance said is in any way something Keith can conceptualise.

But, like, on spiritual terms?

“That makes it sound like you’re my soulmate,” Keith says quietly.

“That’s a great way of putting it!” Lance says, smiling brightly. “Our souls are mated, yes. That’s one way of seeing it. Every part of our lives has been linked together from the moment we existed — I exist, as a Guardian, because you exist, because you are my tether to the physical plane — and will continue beyond that. Fascinating, yes?”

Keith nods numbly.

Soulmates.

For the second time since he’s met Lance, Keith thinks back to the coast guard’s story, back to the man who guarded the lighthouse and fell in love with the moon, who never retired, who stayed with the moon until his very end.

It sounds a lot less spooky, now.

———

Lance is still a bundle of energy when they finally head back to the lighthouse, sun beginning to set on the horizon.

“You’re my favourite human I know,” he says, pressing a smacking kiss to Keith’s cheek. “Thank you for taking me to the town.”

“I’m the only human you know,” Keith responds wryly, hyper aware of the spot on his cheek that Lance’s lips just touched.

Soulmates rings in his ears.

They climb the stairs in comfortable silence, lying down on the balcony next to the light and looking up contentedly at the stars.

“It looks far more wondrous on Earth,” Lance says quietly. He smiles. “Most things do.”

“Yeah?” Keith asks, just as quiet. “I would’ve thought you could see more out in space.”

“You can, but there’s something special about being down here.” He turns to face Keith. His smile has turned shy. “With you.”

Keith’s throat goes dry. He takes a deep breath, then reaches out a shaking hand, cupping it around Lance’s cheek. Lance leans into it.

“Lance,” he says, voice surprisingly steady. “Do you know what it means, for humans, to be soulmates?”

“Yes,” Lance whispers. “I was — I know what it means to me, at least. And I know what I hope it means for you.”

Slowly, Keith brushes his thumb across Lance’s cheekbone, back and forth. His skin has started to glow again, in tandem with the moon. It makes the brown of his eyes seem darker.

“What do you hope it means?”

Lance’s gaze flicks down to his lips. “That I am yours.”

“And what about me?”

“What do you want to be?”

“Yours, if you want me.”

Lance smiles, a flash of white in the darkness. “I do. I always have.”

“Always?” The words are barely a whisper, their faces so close together that their breath intermingles, tiny freckles over Lance’s nose shining like mini constellations.

“Yes,” Lance says, and then their lips finally meet, Keith’s eyes fluttering shut as he cradles the face of the Moon carefully in his hands, caresses the coolness of his skin. He breathes in the scent of his soulmate, and he knows he will go just as mad as the lightkeeper before him; desperately in love with the Moon.

Somehow, he doesn’t mind.

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Hi can I make a request for Steven grant? Where you and Steven are close friends, both have unsaid feelings. He’s now a tour guide and you join his tour one day with out him letting him know. he’s taught you so much about Egypt throughout your friendship, so you’re the most intrigued out of the group of patrons, asking lots of questions because you know how much Steven loves to inform. Cute fluff pining.

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thank you for the request @harrys-tittie (love the username btw)

pairing: steven grant x reader

rating: fluff, fluff, fluff :D

warnings: friends-to-lovers type pining, a little kissing, steven being a flustered little cutie pie 😩

word count: 1.9k

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I loved this request cuz of soft!steven and how excited he gets ab egypt 🥺 this one is a bit longer than I meant for it to be--

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Steven has been a ball of nervous energy ever since he got his promotion. And you get it, going from a gift shoppist to a full on tour guide is a huge step, one he’s been anticipating since he started working at the museum.

But you have full faith that he’ll knock everyone’s socks off, knowing how in-the-zone he can get when it comes to the subject of Egyptology. You’ve seen the way his nervous demeanor can melt away when he recalls intricate stories of different Egyptian gods.

Apparently, he was caught vomiting information to a customer who was just trying to buy some scarab-shaped gummies. Instead of demanding him to shut up and get back to work like Donna would (and has several times), the suited man stuck around, intrigued by the vast knowledge Steven readily presented onto deaf ears.

It just so happened that he was the manager who looked over the tour guides at the museum. He was on his way to meet with Donna when his ears perked at Steven’s passionate lecture.

“Hey.” A gruff voice forces Steven to pause his rambling. He freezes up, eyes wide, finally noticing the stout man standing behind the customer. His arms are folded over his suited chest as he squints back, evaluating the curly headed cashier. “What’s your name?” Steven starts shifting uneasily, certain he was about to get chewed out.

“Uh, Steven?” It’s said more like a question, as if he were afraid he’d say the wrong answer. He swallows deeply, throat dry with anxiety. “With a ‘v’.” He mentally facepalms himself, wondering why he felt the need to add that bit of information.

“Ok, ‘Steven with a v’, how much do you know about Egyptian gods?”

“I-I suppose I know a lot more than a gift shoppist should…” He says sheepishly, mentally preparing himself to be yelled at. The man nods with consideration, thoughts visibly running through his balding head.

“Would you be interested in giving tours here?” Blinking dumbly, Steven wonders if he heard him correctly.

“Tours?” He almost coughs it out, surprise leaving him breathless.

“Yes, like educating people about Ancient Egypt.”

“Are you… serious?”

“I don’t know, are you?”

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Immediately after, you received a very loud call full of excited babbling, nervous muttering, and gasps of disbelief, followed by a soft invitation to join him for a celebration dinner at his place.

You’ve never seen him so awake when he answered the door, ushering you into his delicious smelling flat. Lit candles are scattered around different tables, beautifully basking his apartment in a warm glow.

Your face beams at the romantic setting, ignoring the riskiness of having open flamed candles so close to his many stacks of books. You notice the elegantly set table near the ‘kitchen’, already donned with dinner.

“Wow, Steven, this is amazing.” Now you regret arriving in casual street clothes. Usually you and Steven have weekly dinners, talking about everything and nothing, or eating while binging tv shows. It was always a last minute deal, never on the same day two weeks in a row. You assumed this would be the same.

As you start to shrug off your worn sweater, you feel gentle fingers brush against the base of your neck, sending shivers up your body. Steven doesn’t notice as he innocently assists tugging it off of you before placing it on the coat rack next to his door.

“S’nothing really.” He rubs the back of his neck with a small smile, a nervous tick you’ve become familiar with. “Just wanted to share this big news with m’best mate, is all.” Your shoulders sag at that, reminded of your one-sided feelings once again.

“I’m so happy for you, Steven! You’re finally getting what you deserve.” He responds with a shy smile, eyes refusing to meet yours. You find his flustered demeanor so endearing. Loving how his face heats up when he catches you staring, or the way his words start to stutter as your thighs touch on the couch.

Poor, oblivious Steven has no idea how intentional those actions are.

Through dinner he raves about the script he has planned for his first set of tours, eagerly sharing the different sections he’ll be presenting. You mentally take a note when he mentions when he will be giving tours, wanting to see your best friend in action.

“...So now they want me there every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, alternating with another guide who specializes in Ancient Egypt, too.” You listen attentively, happily drinking in his excitement. “God. I can’t believe this is actually happening!”

“You’re gonna be great, Steven!” You take a hold of his hand across the table, giving him a reassuring squeeze, “I’ve never met anyone who knows about Egypt like you do, you’re brilliant.”

Unfortunately the cheery mood doesn’t last for long. The honeymoon phase ceases as a wave of concern crashes over him. “Oh god, but what if I say something stupid or trip into a priceless artifact while walking backwards to guide them? Maybe I haven’t thought this through all the way!”

“Steven- Please, calm down. We both know you’re at your best when speaking of something you’re passionate about, hm?” He nods, anxiously patting down his curls. “So just pretend like you’re guiding me through the museum, yeah?”

“Okay. Yeah, that’s a good idea.”

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Your chest heaves with short breaths as you rush out of the bus and up the steps of the museum. You only have five minutes before the tour starts.

It’s Friday afternoon, the last day of Steven’s first week as a tour guide. You meant to show up earlier in the week, but work has been understaffed and unbelievably demanding. Luckily, your co-worker agreed to cover you for today. Of course, you only found this out an hour before you were supposed to catch the bus. .

You check your watch, hoping it would give you more time to cool down once you get inside. You spot a group of people congregating to the side of the enormous room, talking idly as they wait for their tour guide. Perfect, you’re right on time.

“Hello!” A familiar light voice acknowledges the group. You turn to see Steven in a crisp looking outfit, lanyard hanging around his neck. The conversations hush as people start to notice him, heads turning to consider the soft spoken man.

“Welcome to the National Art Gallery! I am Steven, with a v,” He points at his cute little name tag pinned onto his shirt, “and I’ll be showing you some Ancient Egyptian artifacts today.” The group obediently shuffles after him as he guides them to the first artifact.

We stop in front of a green eye-shaped artifact covered by a protective glass box. Everyone gathers around the ceramic amulet, amazed by its perfect condition. You stay back wanting to hear what Steven has to say about it.

“This is a 'wedjat' eye amulet. It represents the healed eye of Horus, the god of the sky. It is said that Horus’ eye was injured or taken by Seth, the god of disorder, then ultimately restored by Thoth, the god of knowledge. To the Egyptians, the wedjat eye symbolizes rebirth and embodies the power to heal.” He pauses, letting the information sit as people continue to silently gaze at the tiny artifact.

You raise your hand wanting him to continue. “I have a question.”

“Sure-” He turns at your voice, choking on his response when he sees you. You send him a sheepish smile, not meaning to fluster him. “I-uh, yes. What is your question?”

“Since these represent rebirth, are they buried with the dead?”

“Yes, actually, I’m glad you brought that up!” He winks at you, sending heat tingling at the tops of your cheeks. He turns back to speak to the whole crowd. “Since these amulets are believed to have healing and protective powers, curators have found them around tombs and even placed on the forehead of some mummies."

He gestures towards the delicate artifact, "This one in particular was found on the mummy of Nesmin’s forehead. He was an Egyptian priest and he was buried with 30 other amulets!” You hear some ‘wow’s and ‘damn’s scattered in the crowd. You can’t help the grin that pulls at your lips as you watch Steven in his natural element.

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“Should’ve told me you were coming…I would’ve taken you on a personal tour!”

“Nonsense. I loved watching you work your magic, mesmerizing your audience.” You nudge your elbow at him teasingly, hands still shoved in your coat to defend against the cool air. You’re walking side-by-side as the sun lowers, looking for a nice hot meal on the way home.

He playfully rolls his eyes, bashfully taking your compliment. He walks in front of you before taking steps backwards like he’s still giving you a tour. “I mean, at least I didn’t fall when I walked backwards. I’m basically a pro at it now.” He shrugs, slowing to a stop and blocking you from going any further.

“Uh, and thank you for asking so many questions. I finally got to talk about things that weren’t in the script.”

“I was really curious about everything you showed us, and you didn’t even hesitate to answer every question I threw at you. You were amazing up there!”

“You’re amazing.” His quiet voice contradicts the way his dark eyes bore down into yours. You realize this is the first time he has held eye contact with you for more than a few seconds.

Your lips part like you’re about to say something, but you can’t utter a word as he takes a few steps closer, taking your hands out of your pockets before wrapping them in his.

“I-uh, I think you’re amazing–I mean–well I already said that.” His thumbs rub over your palms as he rambles on, mouth moving faster than his mind can keep up with. “You are very beautiful–not like that’s all you are, uhm, and smart and you are weirdly good at uno-?”

“I think you’re amazing too.” You stare up at him through your lashes, interrupting him with a shy smile. “I think you’re adorable, way too sweet for your own good,” comforting brown eyes search your face, praying to the gods that your words are true, “and you’re weirdly bad at uno.” You smirk as you finish, relishing in the warmth of how close he is to you.

“But in a like-like way, right?” You nod slowly, taking his face in your hands. Your eyes trail along each dip and bow of his lips.

“Yes Steven, in a like-like way.”

“O-okay, cool, ‘cos I feel the same. Like, I like you in a like-like-” You shut him up with a kiss, almost melting from the feel of his soft mouth eagerly pushing back. His body relaxes against yours, breathing you in as his hands pull you closer by your waist. You hum in approval as he hesitantly slides his tongue against yours.

He starts to become more confident as he continues, nipping at your bottom lip to earn himself a small whimper. Your lips separate for a breath, still holding on to each other in the middle of the sidewalk.

You feel heat run down your body as you meet his gaze, eyes unabashedly drinking in your mussed form. You’re not used to being the flustered one.

“I could give you a personalized tour of my flat, if you’d like?” He holds a breath, hoping he isn’t being too forward all of the sudden.

“I’d like that.”

#steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #steven grant fluff #moon knight #moon knight fanfic #moon knight request #steven grant request #friends to lovers #gift shoppist to tour guide #oscar issac #oscar issac x reader #oscar issac x you #request #request fic

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Jan-Mar Reads: fics based on k-c dramas!

I was trying to stop re-watching dramas because it always lead to lot of time wasted rewatching the whole drama. Then it hit me, just read the fics!

Here are some fics based on Kdrama and Cdrama I read in the past three months

Seven Days Into Forever by Otterpuff31 | T, 34k words, modern AU | Being the only two single people at a couples' resort, Hae Soo and Wang So naturally gravitated toward each other, spending one of the best weeks of their lives together. But what happens when they meet again in Seoul, with the complications of work, family and something they might have brought back from their vacation fling?

As You Held Onto Me by evil_writer | T, 14.5k words, epilogue | Before: He sits with her until the sun peeks through that place where the earth ends and the sky begins. // After: Is it possible to miss people you have no recollection of? She’s living, breathing proof. Or; a stitched together, soft epilogue

[your love is like wine] by childlikeempress | E, 4k words, missing scenes | So x Soo oneshots that have our favorite couple in various compromising positions and states of undress.

Fate's Shadow by BubbleTurtle | M, 188K words, canon divergence | What if Hae Su's position in the palace had been different? A re-telling of Moon Lovers from Episode 6 onwards, with inspiration drawn from Bubujingxin and also how I wish things had worked out.

By the Moon and Sky by alice_time | M, 44k words, wolf AU | In which there are werewolves in ancient imperial China and Ling Buyi has at last met his fated mate, but must wait for her to mature.

水月鏡花 | mirrors, myths, mirages by hotaruyy | 37k words, M, face swap AU | Or, tragedy befalls the Chengs, and Cheng Shaoshang is taken in and raised by a common healer. Some things change. Other things stay the same.

Infinity by MoodyScorpio | 155k words, M, shaoshang wasn't abandoned by her parents AU | What if all the misfortune that befell onto Shaoshang had just been a series of nightmares Yuanyi had while she was pregnant with twins? What if they changed the course of events and gave Shaoshang a better life, happy life, life free of torment and heartache?

I would choose you in every lifetime by Apple_95 | M, 5.5k words | In which, Bu-yeon doesn’t need the egg stone to start to remember, only Jang UK. However, somehow her husband gets jealously of her past lover.

Consolation by Repeatinglitanies | E, 2.8k words | Jang Uk had an inkling Jin Buyeon would be dangerous. Which is why he took it upon himself to stay away from the Jang family compound for long stretches of time. Only to find, on the night he returned, that Jin Buyeon was waiting for him. In his room. On his bed.

#kdrama #cdrama #cdrama fic rec #kdrama fic rec #alchemy of souls #love like galaxy #moon lovers: scarlet heart ryeo #not my usual read

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Marc Spector falling in love with Black Widow! Reader

Masterlist

#moon knight #marc spector #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #marc spector x y/n #marvel #mcu #moodboard #enemies to lovers #fic inspo #fic ideas #pics not mine

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Random-Mailbox's Favorite Sailor Moon Fics - Week 22 - Friends to Lovers

I think this may have been the post I have been looking forward to the most, so thank you tophat for picking it as this week’s theme (see end of last week's post for the story behind it). Friends to Lovers is more manga than anime characterization in most cases, which is a nice change to the constant arguing we get with the OG anime compliant stories.

As always, my apologies in advance for spoiling some of these for you (Fic Titles are linked to either FFN or AO3 entries).

It's You (I Fell Into) - @idesofnovember

Usagi literally trips over air and falls onto Mamoru on his first day of being the new engineer at the company she works for. As they start to spend more time together both in and out of the office, they get into a pattern that will require clearing up of misunderstandings before someone gets hurt. Also this art piece titled "Before you go in" by @iamcharlotte88 totally fits into the end of chapter 3 / start of chapter 4 of this story.

It's Always Been You - Beej88

In this non-senshi AU, little Usagi finds Mamoru in his hospital room and declares that since he is her best friend he will never be alone again. As he moves through foster care, Tsukinos always keep an eye on him, with him becoming an integral part of the family. Except that to him, Usagi means so much more than that, and she herself doesn’t realise yet what Mamoru means to her.

The Ghosts Of Lake Yokai - @floraone

This is the lemoniest story of the bunch. It is an aged up retelling of the original anime episode, BUT if the Starlight Tower stand-off turned out completely differently, with Mamoru joining the senshi team as the result. This one also features magical healing 🍆, which is always welcome in my books 😏

Not Him, Please? - @uglygreenjacket

Mamoru has long ago realized that he was in love with Usagi but chosen to keep himself in check best he can to stay in her life as one of her best friends. But when mixing alcohol, jealousy and a birthday party, even best intentions can go astray.

Finally Mine - @reispinkoveralls

Having woken up after defeating Chaos at the Cauldron, Usagi rushes to Mamoru's place to make sure he is back as well. In this AU, they have been fighting together as a team, and Usagi chose to not worry him overseas when a new enemy appeared. This one is also a 🍋🍋

Miraculous Musings: Vignettes of a Miracle Romance - Chapter 25: Fairy - @goddessalthena

This one-shot gives us a glimpse of an AU that us readers will hopefully get to see in full one day. The set-up is that our favorite duo has known each other since childhood and Mamoru gets something incredibly thoughtful as a gift for Usagi.

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Next week's post will cover Valentine's Day themed fics and is our next Holiday post of the series.

Here are the links to the previous Tumblr posts in these series to explore more amazing works based on different themes - make sure to check them out if you haven't had a chance! (Click on title name to go to the post) - I will keep updating the list every week as new posts come up:

Week 1 - Groundhog Day

Week 2 - Established Relationships

Week 3 - Sex Positivity

Week 4 - Unfinished Stories

Week 5 - Darker Stories

Week 6 - Potions 🧪

Week 7 - Reveals

Week 8 - 👻Halloween🎃

Week 9 - Wrong Perceptions

Week 10 - Non-Senshi AU

Week 11 - In-Progress Fics

Week 12 - Mutual Pining

Week 13 - Enemies to Lovers

Week 14 - Slow Burn

Week 15 - Christmas Part 1 - Ugly Christmas Sweaters and Santa!

Week 16 - Christmas Part 2

Week 17 - New Years

Week 18 - High School AU

Week 19 - Slice of Life

Week 20 - Coffee shop AU

Week 21 - Huddle for Warmth

#sailor moon #fic list #fic rec #usagi x mamoru #friends to lovers

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klutzymaiden123 · 9 days

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I just wrote such a great confession scene, I’m so mad at how far away it is.

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04oyaoyaoya01 · 2 months

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Help meeeee!!!

I was reading a fic when my phone suddenly died I was halfway done chapter 2 and I think it had 10-12ish parts. It was a paring between Jake Marc and Steven where the reader was pregnant by her ex who she left and Jake was labeled the grumpy next door neighbor….PLS SOMEONE HELP ME FIND IT WAS SO INTERESTING AND I FEEL I WAS JUST GETTING TO THE GOOD PART

#jake lockely x reader #marc spector #moon night #pregnant reader #steven grant #steven grant x reader #please help #pls help #find that fic #help #send help #roommates to lovers

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Leona and Diana Old Lore / New Lore. My take on it

Okay so, I am relatively new to the League community, with barely three years under my belt, but lore is one of the things that interest me the most about it. And well, the dynamic between Sun and Moon coded characters is one I never pass up in exploring. Leodia is arguably my favorite ship from League, but it's mostly the idea of it, with recent executions leaving me feel kinda... meh.

So apart from probably having read every single half decent fic under the Leona/Diana tag on Ao3, I have scourged the internet for their lore and have come across quite a few references of their old one. Never found the complete thing though. And possibly unpopular opinion, I like it better than their current one.

That is not to say that the old lore is any sort of masterpiece, and people could argue that it doesn't set them up to be lovers, but I think with a little bit of tweeking it can become really good. Many of my ideas are inspired from a fic I probably read like 2 years ago, also features an OC named Helena and has a side of Riven's inner struggle, Riven and Diana friendship and Rivelia. (I cannot for the life of me remember the name, I apologise)

My problem with the New Lore mostly, is that it's vanilla for a mountain of warriors and *cultists* it feels almost like High School AU but try to fit it into League, and yeah it's not it for me. Also the co-dependence of their ascension, and just Leona's whole thing kinda sucks. Like I can see how people might see it as romantic and poetic and whatever, that they ascended at the same time and Leona followed Diana up the mountain to keep her safe etc. etc. but that's kinda glossing over some issues especially with Leona's character.

Now the new take on Leona's character is really interesting, and a complete 180 from the old lore and actually the idea isn't so bad, if they ACTUALLY DID ANYTHING WITH IT. Now as a person that definitely doesn't overanalyze literature and fictional characters for fun, Leona's new lore is such an interesting take and could be taken many directions if someone chose to explore it and go a bit deeper that "genocidal close-minded bigot".

At first read Leona is really just that. She does what she is told no hesitation, no questions asked and turns on Diana also no questions asked. But let's take it a bit deeper shall we?

I have no intention to make it as though Leona holds no blame for her actions or that she is a paragon of virtue, cause she is not. But if we dive in her story a bit more we could perhaps understand how she came to be what she is. Because under no circumstance do I think she is that daft. Especially if she was with Diana for years. Some of that curiosity must have rubbed off on her. Then again she could have just ignored everything Diana said about the Moon and her research. I guess we'll never know.

I do not intent to ramble about Leona in this post. But I'll give you some clues as to why her backstory and the whole Targonian premise is important. She is born practically into a cult, or well a religion with really strict and particular disciplines. So already an environment with very particular ideas and particular ways to enforce them. She is the daughter of two really strict and proud parents in said cult, who seem to care more abt her achievements and punishments than anything (Grade A parenting), - She doesn't even send them that letter in the end - and she is the golden child of the Solari. So what do we have in our hands? An affection starved perfectionist suffering from gifted child expectations. NOw take that and put it in the Solari premise of religious fanatism and voila!

(I will probably at some point make a separate post abt this, because I really took a deep dive in Leona's character when writing my Ruination fic - that I wont ever post anywhere probably - and I have a LOT to say)

So in the old Lore the Rakkori are the warriors and defenders of the mountain, a bit heavy on the bloodthirsty side though, hence the right of Kor. A coming of age ritual battle to the death. (What else could it be). Leona being the only one that refuses to kill her opponent and friend, is sentenced to be executed, but before the execution could be carried out, she is claimed by the Golden Sister as the Sun aspect with a beam of golden light.

I feel that Leona's ascension in particular is really important in the old Lore, because in such a warlike culture she was rewarded for showing mercy. She was chosen because she chose mercy over mindless slaughter. Something that could potentially be really important later on, in a mountain where half its indigenous people have slaughtered the other half??

Point 1 I like from the old lore: The Sun chose Leona because she was merciful. (Or had a semblance of a moral compass)

Moving forward the lines kinda blur for Diana, mostly cause I am not sure what I remember is actual lore and what is related to that magnificent fic.

Her curious truth-searching nature is ever present. She discovers hidden texts, burned pages and embarks on a journey of knowledge that leads her to climb the mountain. Only she is in the company of an elderly woman I think? Anyhow, she finds - is lead to - an alcove, an old temple and the relics of the Moon Aspect. Overjoyed at her findings she dons the armor takes it all down to the elders, they call her a heretic, brand her, and intent to kill her, when she begs the Moon for help and ascends. Either her or the moon blast kills every elder in the room she gets blamed either way, and the chase begins.

Diana is at her core an academic and a researcher, that researches. She has her Indiana Jones moment in the mountain and there is a process a ritual to it, instead of I just climbed up saw unimaginable terrors and now I am the aspect of the Moon (over-simplified I know. The climb judges worthiness). There is something about her checking old dusty books, and deciding to brave the climb looking for answers. About her choosing to be helpful -kinda as a mirror to Leona sparing her opponent, Diana, the one that keeps to herself - apart from when arguing abt academics and scriptures consciously engages with and helps a stranger, guiding them up the mountain and helping them along the way when the trip became too arduous.

Point 2 I like from the old lore: The ritual of the process in Diana's research and ascension and the mirroring with Leona, minor though it is, that they ascended - sooner or later - after an act of kindness that contradicted what would have been expected of them.

Point 3 I like from the old lore: The brand. Like it just adds another layer to Diana's character. And is a much better explanation for its presence than Moon magic. Also the amount of complications this act has, its just delicious. I mean THE DRAMA. and ofc THE TRAUMA. I don't think she'd go near a fire for months.

Point 3 I like from the old lore: The independence of the ascensions. It gives us the chance to see them grow and evolve as their own people before the thread of fate that binds them together appears. We get to see one without the other, and that would later make their dynamic more interesting.

But How are Leona and Diana connected?

In the old lore they aren't. I think. Leona is like a blood hound that needs to kill the heretic.

In the fic, Leona's dad was one of the guards in the room when Diana ascended and was killed, which in the context of the story adds a layer of betrayal between them, as up to that point they were lovers. And you know what, I really like that idea. And I was thinking that perhaps we could try to get the best of both worlds. Though it might be difficult to fully develop the idea.

Lore Idea:

So the Rakkor ans the Solari are different factions. Solari = priesthood, Rakkor = Warriors. Leona's family are Rakkori, and they are simple people, her father works as a guard for the Solari Temple, something that is considered a bit of an honor despite that fact that the factions don't rly see eye to eye about everything. Right of Kor happens when they are around 15 (Yes I want to traumatize a bunch of teenagers that train to fight, kill and defend since they could walk) and Leona's story proceeds as we know it. She then gets taken to the Solari temple to be educated in their way and train to become the figurehead of their faith. (Like that Leona has already had the chance to develop some critical thinking, and to experience sth different.)

She gets there and all the acolytes younger and older look at her starry eyed, because the elders told them so and because they see her like a bit of a Messiah. (Plus I doubt a bunch of scrawny academics and priests to be have seen anyone their age with that musculature). All of them apart from Diana, who as always isn't particularly impressed by the paragon in training of the Solari faith.

Leona is relieved to get some normal person treatment, even if it is from the broody girl with her nose in a book half the time, and like the cocky 15year old meathead she is, she wants to show off a bit and perhaps win her favor. Shenanigans ensue and Diana unlike the other people that desperately want to befriend Leona, is not impressed.

Another point of similarity is that Leona - that has ascended already mind you - would have a few questions and oppositions to all that mumbo jumbo the Solari say about the Sun and the Moon. So after she flops exceptionally in one oration or sth class, with saying something positive about the Moon that has the students look at her with horror, and the priest fuming and screaming punishments - light ones, because the Sun chose that clueless miscreant, and he doesn't want to fall out of her favor - Leona manages unknowingly to win inquisitive Diana's intrigue - and favor, (but don't tell anyone about the last part).

A tentative bond forms. It gets solidified when Leona stops a few bullies from beating Diana to a pulp, and the dark haired girl in return helps her pass a class she was having an exceptionally hard time with. Diana - who in my head is a year younger - does eventually get charmed by the surprisingly goofy and sunny disposition of the Sun Aspect in training. (Don't get this wrong Leona will still act like a 15 yo that has had to train and fight every day of her life) Diana asks her countless questions about life outside the temple and they discuss theology together, either trying to help Leona understand, or trying to make sense of Diana's findings. (The Rakkori in my head are far more neutral abt Sun and Moon, more like if there is light and I can see I am happy, whether its the Sun or the Moon. "There was even that one traveler from some big city, Pilt - something was it, that even said that the Sun and Moon are like orbs in the night sky, one is a star rly close to us and the other is like a smaller planet or something, can you imagine?")

The become friends, the Nightless Eve happens, and then they become lovers. Leona starts suffering from all those expectations and the charade she needs to put up, she has more hours with classes and training she gets tutored by the priests, punished more severely when se speaks out of line or says something borderline heretical, yada yada. More people like her and she likes the attention. She doesn't abandon Diana though, and she always defends her. Things get difficult as the years go by but still they persist. (We could include some homophobic sentiment in the Solari, or even sth downright misogynistic, which would add complications with Leona's state as the Radiant Dawn, and the wlw relationships as they would not be seen as real substantial relationships - add asshole trying to flirt with Leona bc her relationship with Diana isn't real cause they are both women- DRAMA)

Leona is 18 passes her final exams, and Diana is 17 when Diana's arc happens. They have a huge fight about faith and contradicting it and if it is worth it. (No one wants to bandage their lover's whipped back that is practically a mosaic of scars at this point, or nurse them to health after sever dehydration - cause yes apparently standing naked in the sun for three days can do that). Diana storms off angrily. Finds an elderly woman in the base of the mountain that needs help going up (Silver sister in disguise). She helps her up, and when they are like 3/4 up and rest cause Diana's everything hurts the woman disappears. She looks around, finds the temple, sees carved proof that the Solari and Lunari co-existed gets the relics and climbs back down excited to show everyone her findings.

Meanwhile Leona has left for an emergency Solari mission or sth, and hasn't told Diana. Diana goes to the priests, they don't believe her, she invokes her right to be judged by the Aspect or sth, the priests pretend that Leona is still around and doesn't want to see or help Diana (Strike 1 of betrayal). Diana feels betrayed and hurt and fears for her life. The priests give the order for her to be branded and executed on the spot. Leona's dad who had been in the room and had met Diana, tries to plead her case from an outsider's perspective. One of the elders reprimands him and threatens him with death.

They brand Diana with the moon Symbol on the forehead, and are about to place her face down in the flames and / or slit her throat, and Iasur can't have her dying thinking that Leona betrayed her (A bit of family honor and afterlife beliefs - honor is a huge deal-, and a bit of a soft spot for his daughter's closest companion). He tries to fight his way to her, and gets killed in the process. Diana witnessing Iasur's murder prays to the moon for help, and seconds before breathing her last breath, she ascends. Pillar of Moonlight and heavenly fire burns everything to a crisp, and Diana remains alone in the middle of the room, barely breathing and clad in the garb of he Moon aspect. She takes one look around her and speeds away from the temple.

Leona returns three days after to find the council and her father dead, the council room in ruins and apparently Diana to blame. On top of that Diana is missing. Leona is presented with the case and believes Diana to be her father's killer. She vows to avenge him and kill the Scorn of the Moon, because her Diana wouldn't do that. It must be the moon spirit. and yes apparently Moon is bad because dad and Diana are gone bc of it. Leona is determined to save her lover from the Moon's clutches and set her free the only way she knows how, with killing her.

And thus their journey begins. Leona becomes more and more of a puppet from here and on driven by anger and betrayal and Diana feels abandoned and betrayed, with nothing left in the world but the glow of the branding mark on her forehead and the knowledge that her lover wanted her dead.

And as for their path to reunite again and achieve peace? Well Leona needs to be merciful, and Diana needs to guide and support someone through the right path.

Thanks for reading this huge ass post. Again MANY credits to that amazing writer on Ao3, if I find that fic I'll put a link here, cause its phenomenal.

Take care and see ya next time!

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mini-sae · 11 months

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Marc Spector alphabet

A ( aftercare ) : Either that he's rough or not, Marc always takes time soothing you. He's gentle and so soft with you. It's an effort for him to not sleep shortly after he cummed, but he knows he won't be able to sleep until he's sure you're totally fine.

B ( body part ) : Marc loves caressing your thighs. Touching them, kissing them. Lifting them and putting them on his shoulders while diving into you. And if there is meat on them, he's in heaven.

C ( cum ) : Unlike Steven, Marc loves to make a mess. He always watching his cum leaking out of your pussy. Or your mouth.

D ( dirty secret ) : Everytime he cums in you, he likes to imagine that he's breeding you. He doesn't dare telling you cause he's afraid you wouldn't want a child with him, never. As if...

E ( experience ) : Marc has a lot of experience. Sexual and emotional. He used to be married and before and after his marriage, he had his share of gitlfriends and one nightstands. But none of that prepared him for the way he fell for you. It still amazes him that he's able to feel so much for someone else.

F ( favorite position ) : Good ol' missionary. Where he's in control and where he can see your pretty face. And you can touch him anywhere you want.

G ( goofy ) : Marc has a great sense of humor. But not in bed. During sex, he's entirely focused on you or he's in desperate need of comfort and tenderness.

H ( hair ) : Just like his alters. Pubic hair, that's all.

I ( intimacy ) : it's between your legs that Marc is the most vulnerable. When he's not fucking you like crazy, he holds you dearly like he was afraid to see you slip away. He keeps telling you that you're everything to him. And he loves hearing you say that you will never leave him.

J ( jack off ) : Anytime he's on a mission for Konshu, his thoughts are on you. And in the rare nights he has to spend away from you, he touches himself. Imagining having you in every way he likes.

K ( kink ) : He likes chocking you when he takes you from behind. Not to hurt you or to overpower you. But because he marvels in the way you trust him with such a gesture. You perfectly know that he would never hurt you. And that just make him feel so loved.

L ( location ) : He's the most comfortable at home, even though he likes to take you in unexpected places. But at home, there's not a furniture he didn't fuck you on. He likes bending you over while you're cooking or cleaning. And you never get tired of it.

M ( motivation ) : Actually, you don't need to motivate him. Your man tries to get in your pants any chance he get. You often find yourself on your back because you were touching, kissing, or eyeing him in a funny way. Witch you didn't btw.

N ( no ) : Hurting you is a no, but hurting him his a freaking fucking no. He told you that right away. He can tolerate some hair pulling and scratches on his back. But that's the most he will enjoy in roughness.

O ( oral ) : Marc loves when you suck him off, but he loves eating you out even more. Maybe even more than Steven. He loves your taste. There's not an inch of your pussy his tongue didn't lick. He only stops when you can't take any more of it.

P ( pace ) : It's all or nothing. Marc can be as rough as Jake and tender like Steven. But there's no inbetween.

Q ( quickie ) : Yes yes yes. Marc always wants you. Either there's time for it or not. And when you think there's no time, he proves you wrong in making you cum in no time.

R ( risk ) : Always. Marc loves to take you to restaurants, theaters, beautiful gardens... And everytime, he manages to find a place for the two of you. And he loves challenging you at staying quiet.

S ( stamina ) : That man is unstoppable. Once he's in you, he stays in you for so long. And you better be prepared for the next rounds.

T ( toys ) : Marc loves to fuck you with a sex toy while you're going down on him. Sometimes he puts the toy down your throat while taking you hard.

U ( unfair ) : No. Like Steven, he doesn't have the heart to make you beg and cry. It's actually a touchy subject with Jake. He always yelling at him in the headspace to stop.

V ( volume ) : Marc is not shy about voicing his pleasure. He whines, rumbles, growls. His sighs are so hot near your ear.

W ( wild card ) : He just loves cumming on your face. He smears it with his cock or his hand when he's done, and ask you to sleep like this, unless you mind. And you don't mind, never.

X ( x ray ) : Years as a mercenary did it's job. He's so solid that you feel like a tiny thing when you're in his arms.

Y ( yearning ) : Always. Marc is always yearning for you, no matter what. Even if you made love a few minutes ago, he still yearns for your body.

Z ( zzz ) : As a mercenary, Marc learned to sleep anywhere and in any conditions. But that was before you. He can't sleep if you're not here. If he doesn't see you or feel you, he's wide awake. But when you're here, he sleeps. He sleeps without nightmares.

#fic #x reader #fluff #story #lovers #fanfic #fanfiction #moon knight #marc spector #marc spector × reader #alphabet

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age-of-greta · 1 year

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MASTERLIST:

The Lovers (complete)

The Lovers represent relationships and choices. Its appearance in a spread indicates some decision about an existing relationship, a temptation of the heart, or a choice of potential partners. Often an aspect of the querent's life will have to be sacrificed; a bachelor's lifestyle may be sacrificed and a relationship gaine, or one potential partner may be chosen while another is turned down. Whatever the choice, it should not be made lightly, as the ramifications will be lasting.

The Moon (complete)

The Moon represents illusion and deception, and therefore often suggests a time when something is not as it appears to be. Perhaps a misunderstanding on your part, or a truth you cannot admit to yourself.

HALLOWEEN SERIES

Josh

Danny

Sam

Jake

#greta van fic #greta van fleet #greta van fleet fic #jake gvf #jake kiszka #jake kiszka x reader #sam gvf #sam kiszka #sam kiszka x reader #the lovers #the moon #jake x reader #sam x reader #gvf smut #sammy gvf

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Stone-Cold Lovers (Ch. 3)

Go ahead and smash that like button if you've been waiting for this follow-up since 2019!!!!!!

Seriously, I wrote the original "Stone-Cold Lovers" on FanFiction.net nearly five years ago. Now it's time for the official Brendan/Roxanne date to celebrate Valentine's Day! As I say in the AO3 notes, I absolutely wrote this in a healthy and normal way. Don't even worry about it.

Technically yes, I am in violation of my recent writing poll results, but I did offer a warning that this was likely in the cards regardless. Stardew Valley coming up next. Prommie.

Though maybe expect a fun debrief Tumblr post for this story first, it's got a lot to talk about so we'll see.

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Fandom: Pokemon Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire

Pairings: Brendan/Roxanne

Summary: Brendan may be the acclaimed Champion of Hoenn's Ever Grande City Pokemon League, but that doesn't mean he's immune to social faux pas. For example, being too much of an idiot to realize that Rustboro City's Gym Leader doesn't actually just want to "review lesson plans" with him over lunch.

Click through the Read More below to get a preview of the latest story. Thanks for reading <3

"Alright, buddy. Let's set the stage with Sandstorm!"

Brendan hops. He lands on both boots with his right hand outstretched high in the air. Flygon follows this motion by performing a loop-the-loop, which brings its wings to ground level on the descent. Fluttering wings speed up from cackling to the whir of a generator, and the ground vibrates in resonance. Dust kicks up from the grout between wood planks, joining Flygon's supply of sand. The storm begins as little more than a swirl of graham cracker dust in the Dragon-type's orbit, but within seconds there's next-to no visibility as the room fills with an earthy haze.

It stops short at the food court entrance, causing passersby to stop and look at the inexplicable wall of stinging particulate that dumps a small beach out onto the tile.

#Seriously though never tell me how much time it has been between anything because I will have an existential crisis #Stone-Cold Lovers five years is illegal #But I'm glad to finally do the follow-up it deserves #And all the patient friends on FanFiction are hopefully over the moon!#Now back to my cave #fanfiction #fanfic #pokemon #ao3 #nintendo #game freak #pokemon omega ruby #pokemon alpha sapphire #mall goth #brendan #Roxanne #valentines day #my fics

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missywritesfor7 · 8 months

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🌙Moon’s Light | JJK🌙

Synopsis: Luna is a young paralegal trying to maintain her new found independence and enjoy life. Too bad her job sucks and her boss is the worst. As if that wasn’t bad enough, she encounters a vampire named Jungkook who changes her life in more ways than one.

Jungkook is a shield and protector of the vampire kingdom of Korealis. He’s trained his entire life to block out any and all distractions and focus solely on becoming the strongest. While investigating a potential threat to the kingdom, he encounters Luna who turns out to be more than he could have ever imagined. It becomes his job to protect her, but he can’t tell if what he’s feeling is his devotion to the job or perhaps something deeper.

Secrets are uncovered. Lives are on the line. Hearts are tested.

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Fem!OC

Warnings: Violence, character death, eventual smut, tragedy, some angst, strong language, MINORS DNI

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|| Ch. 48: Closure ||

Nothing makes sense to Jungkook anymore. Everything he thought he knew has been shattered and he’s left in a void of confusing numbness.

He’s more than relieved to know that he’s not in trouble for Minseok’s actions. Being placed on leave was only for his safety and, now that he knows, he appreciates the King looking out for him.

Then his mind switches to pure confusion when he thinks of the King and his mom’s relationship. He knew they were friends, both families had been friends a long time. However he had no idea how close of friends they truly were.

Sunyoung finally sat down with Jungkook and explained the nature of her relationship with the King. They grew up together spending their younger years going to the same school and continuing to hang out with each other after they had finished school. Sunyoung knew the entire family before they were royals and the only reason why Minseok became the King’s “best friend” was through Sunyoung. In reality, Sunyoung is the King’s true best friend, basically his older sister and that’s why the King treats Jungkook almost as his own son.

Sunyoung used her ability to cover the King with protection after his father was killed. This, along with the King paying for and taking care of everything she needs including her home are the two best kept secrets that they’re only just now telling anyone about. They continued to take care of each other over the years without a soul knowing.

When she finally made the decision to leave Minseok and leave the palace, it was the most difficult thing she had to do. Her best friends and her family were all there and she’d be leaving to be on her own with no one. If it weren’t for the King she wouldn’t have anywhere to go. He even wrote a recommendation for her so she could get a good job. The only thing that made leaving her sons a little easier is the King vowing to continue looking after them. He wasn’t able to change Junghyun’s mind about moving out, but he still takes care of any and everything he needs while he’s living with Yoongi’s brother.

Another thing Jungkook needed answers for is Sunyoung’s power. It already blows his mind that his power comes from her in the first place, but he wants to know the full extent of her power. In exchange he revealed the full extent of his power to both her and Luna. It was a very enlightening and positive conversation.

Sunyoung left and returned home once the King was convinced that she wasn’t going to do anything that would get her in trouble. Luna and Jungkook remain at their temporary home as the operation into closing her portal is still going on. However, unlike before, they both feel much less on edge. Knowing Minseok is locked up and Jungkook is definitely not going to lose his job, they’ve been able to breathe a bit easier.

It’s been three days since the King came to tell them what was really going on. Jungkook says he’s ok now that everything has been resolved, but Luna doesn’t believe him. He dreams about Minseok. At times he’ll completely disconnect from everything and sit in a trance if something makes him think of Minseok. It happens multiple times a day. Luna knows he’s not truly ok. Not until he faces his feelings about his father.

The two of them are on the couch enjoying music after their dinner. Jungkook’s head is resting across Luna’s lap while she runs her fingers through his hair. Something that always comforts him when his mind wanders to things he doesn’t want to think of. Like Minseok. He tries to block it out, but Luna already caught a glimpse of him replaying the last conversation he had with Minseok in his head.

“Babe,” Luna says softly.

“Hm?” He hums still enjoying the feeling of her fingers tangled in his curly locks.

“Do you want to talk to him?”

“No,” he answers not needing to ask who she’s talking about.

“Don’t you want answers or some type of closure?”

“No,” he repeats.

“Jungkook-“

“No.”

“But you can’t stop thinking about him, I know you want some answers.”

“Can you not snoop on my memories?” He asks sitting up.

“Do you want me to pet you or not?”

He scrunches his face and pouts at her in displeasure. Yes he wants her to pet him. It feels good and he loves it. But he doesn’t want her trying to get him to face things he doesn’t want to face. He knows he’s being stubborn, he just wishes she would let him.

“I don’t want to talk to him,” he sighs. “I don’t need closure, I already got it when my mom confronted him.”

“That doesn’t count,” Luna says rolling her eyes. “You weren’t there and you weren’t able to get the answers that you know you want.”

“I feel like I may lose my job and my freedom if I confronted him.”

“Your mom was able to do it without getting in trouble, so can you. I’m sure she has many more reasons to turn him to dust and yet she was able to confront him and leave him alive.”

“I’m not my mom.”

“Then who are you? Your dad?”

“No,” he scoffs offended. “I don’t have a dad and I’m nothing like him.” The thought alone boils him inside, and no matter how much he tries to deny it, he’s still very much like his father in some ways.

Like the way he wants to rage right now just thinking of it. His father would rage without a second thought. Jungkook hates that. At one point in his life he was afraid of that. He’s been trained to keep his rage inside, and so he always has. At this point he has so much rage backed up in him that he has no doubt his power would kill Minseok and anyone within a 25 mile radius.

“I don’t know how she did it all of those years,” he whispers. “Holding it in is not good, so how could she just…” he trails off in thought.

“Ask her,” Luna encourages. “I’m sure she’d tell you so that you can maintain your temper the way she does.”

“I can’t believe you’re the one trying to give me advice about controlling my temper,” he chuckles.

“What are you trying to say?” She snaps.

“Nothing, LuLu,” he teases.

“If you want temper I’ll give it to you,” she growls through her teeth.

“You already do,” he giggles. “But really,” his voice turns stern. “I don’t want to talk to him. There’s nothing I want to say to him and nothing he says will change where he is.”

“If you say so,” she says knowing he’s lying.

He’s definitely lying. Each day that passes he wants more and more to confront Minseok. He knows he won’t be able to hold back when he sees him, so he needs advice from the only person who can give it.

After 4 and a half seemingly long weeks since the start of the operation, Luna’s portal is officially closed. There were no other lost Saakhan members left behind. The place was combed from top to bottom where they found much more evidence of their operations. Meanwhile, another team had the task of building a new, secure, and official portal between there and the kingdom. Everyone returned safely and Jungkook and Luna were taken back to the palace.

Jungkook is officially on duty again and he couldn’t be happier. The first thing he does upon returning is go see Jin, Namjoon, and Taehyung. They were the ones Jungkook couldn’t communicate with and though he may not openly admit it, he missed them.

Luna is also relieved, though it’s short lived when she realizes her job assignment has ended. She’s back to having nothing to do during the day and no source of income. It becomes more stressful when the day after they returned to the palace she learned that she got accepted into the law school she applied to when she was drunk with Jimin. She doesn’t want to say anything though because she’s sure she won’t be able to go. She closes out of the email congratulating her and says nothing of it. Even with a new job she wouldn’t have near enough saved by the time the term starts.

Jungkook had been keeping up with everything surrounding Minseok’s case. Shortly after returning to the palace he had to do an official interview with investigators to tell his side of things. It was a long and exhausting interview but in the end the only thing Jungkook could think about is how his mother is able to contain her anger and rage so well. Having to relive the moments with his father made him nearly lose himself a few times. After that grueling interview he knew he needed to talk to his mom.

A week after being back on duty, Jungkook wakes up early in the morning and immediately leaves to go to his mother’s house. He knows she normally wakes up early so he isn’t worried about waking her. Just as he expected he walks into the house and Sunyoung is in the kitchen preparing breakfast for herself.

“Don’t tell me you’re already in some type of trouble again,” she says when she notices him coming through the door.

“No,” he chuckles. “I just wanted to ask you something.”

“Oh?” She points to the chair at the kitchen table and pours him a cup of coffee. “What’s that?”

“How do you deal with your rage?” He asks cutting straight to the chase. “How do you want to kill him one second but still leave him alive in the end?”

“Are you having a hard time keeping yours contained?” She asks sitting across from him at the table.

“Well I haven’t done anything, but it’s getting harder,” he sighs. “You know the news said they found letters between him and his Saakhan partner? He’s really been doing this right under everyone’s noses. Fucking dishonorable trash.”

“Tokki,” Sunyoung says softly.

“How did you not kill him?” He asks again. “I want to make him suffer in the worst ways but I know I can’t do that. I can’t hold it in either, it’s not good. How do you do it?”

“I find ways of getting my revenge without causing a scene. Unleashing your rage doesn’t always have to be seen or felt by everyone else.” She takes a sip of her coffee and smiles. “I may not have killed him that day, but his clock is ticking.”

“What?” He asks tilting his head. “What did you do?”

“I kept my promise. And by now I know he’s feeling it.”

“Mom,” Jungkook raises his brow. “What did you do??”

“Your father enjoys attention. Everything has to be seen and felt by all. That’s not how I operate. My anger is only directed towards one person so I make sure that’s the only person who feels that wrath. Your father is-“

“Mom,” Jungkook interrupts. His face is twisted in displeasure and he shakes his head. “Please don’t call him that,” he says softly. “I have no father.”

Sunyoung nods in understanding. It had been a habit since the boys were born to say “your father” when talking to them about Minseok. After all of these years she simply forgot that she does it. To Jungkook, hearing Minseok being referred to as his father is like nails on a chalkboard. The pride he has for his job and his kingdom, and especially the royal family, makes him want nothing associating him with Minseok.

“I understand,” Sunyoung nods. “What I’m saying though, is you have to find ways to unleash your rage in ways that won’t put others in danger. You know yourself best, so what you do is your choice. Hojin calls me silent but deadly because he knows how I like to operate,” she smirks.

“Silent but deadly?” Jungkook thinks a moment trying to work out what that truly means.

“Let me show you.” Sunyoung gets up and grabs an apple off the counter then sits back down. She places the apple on the table in front of him. “What could you do to this apple that wouldn’t affect anything else around it?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugs. “I could set it on fire, but it might burn the table.”

“Get creative, Tokki. You know what you’re capable of, if nothing you can do will work then use your environment to your advantage.” She picks up the apple and holds it in front of his face. “You may not be able to poison a life form with one touch,” she says causing the apple to rot right in her hand. “But you can always do something.”

Jungkook thinks a bit trying to understand what she’s trying to say. He doesn’t have the ability to suck the life out of someone the way she can, but what else could he do that would ensure no one else is effected by his rage? After a moment he starts to think of something. He takes the rotten apple out of his mothers hand and stares at it a second.

“A controlled fire would still be too obvious,” he mumbles. “But…” he looks around. “My environment…”

Sunyoung silently nods allowing him to find the solution on his own. Jungkook sets the apple down on the table and gets up to grab a knife from the counter. He sits back down and stares at the knife.

“What if I just..” he trails off while safely holding the blade of the knife. After a moment the knife is glowing red hot from him transferring the heat from his internal fire to it. He puts the knife to the apple where it immediately burns through it turning every bit into ash without setting anything else on fire.

“Just like that,” Sunyoung nods. “You managed to turn that apple into nothing without harming anything else. It’s the same concept when it comes to your rage.”

“So as long as I find a way to unleash it low key and only direct it towards the one I’m angry with, then I won’t explode later on because I held everything in?” He asks.

“I guess that’s the basics of what I’m trying to say,” she chuckles. “But I don’t think that’s your only issue right now.”

“What do you mean?”

“Tokki, you know I absolutely understand why you have no desire to see or speak to Minseok, but I can tell that you need to.”

“Why do you think I need to?” He already knows the answer, but he’s choosing to play stubborn right now.

“The same reason why I needed to.” She gives him a knowing look hoping he takes the hint, but she should know her stubborn youngest better than that.

“To kill him?” He asks.

“No,” she sighs. “I mean maybe, but no that’s not what I mean.”

“Are you about to give me the same ‘you need closure’ speech Luna already gave me?” He sighs.

“Oh, so you’ve heard this all before?”

“Yes,” he groans.

“Good, then you’ll get to hear it again.”

“Mom no,” he protests. “I don’t need closure. I have closure. He’s locked up, and with all of the evidence he’ll be doing hard labor the rest of his life. That’s all the closure I need.”

“Are you sure?” She asks leaning in. “You truly feel like you don’t need to get any answers or explanations from him?”

“No,” he huffs annoyed. He hates the conversation. He hates the thought of seeing Minseok’s face again. He hates that he’s having to have this conversation with his mom after he’s already had to fuss at Luna to get her to drop the subject.

“Ok then,” Sunyoung says noticing his agitation. “Let me ask you one thing, and if you’re honest with me I won’t push the topic anymore.”

“Fine,” he mumbles. “What is it?”

“What part of all of this makes you the most upset? The fact that he used you this entire time and turned out to be the very type of evil he had been training you to stand up against, or the fact that any bit of hope you had for one day finally getting the father-son relationship you always wanted is now completely gone?”

Jungkook struggles to answer. He thought she would ask him something simple and that would be the end of it. Now he’s looking back at her fighting the urge to run and hide.

“Fuck,” he sighs. “What are you trying to get at?”

“I’m just asking you to be honest, that’s all.” She knew her question would hit him deep. All of these years providing refuge for Jungkook she knows more than anyone how much he’s always longed to have a father that actually behaved like one rather than a drill sergeant.

Even if he doesn’t say it directly, it’s clear in the many times he would ask Sunyoung why Minseok wouldn’t support any of his extracurricular activities the way other kids’ dads would do. The many times he would ask her if she knew what he could do to make Minseok proud. At the very least he would have liked to get a compliment, or simple encouraging words, or even just a smile from Minseok yet he never got any of it. Even until now Jungkook hasnt gotten a single word of praise. Not even a good job after Jungkook received the Medal of Honor. Sure Minseok was only pretending to be nice at the time, but he could have at least pretended to be proud of Jungkook.

The thought of all of this just angers Jungkook more. So much more. Minseok has always been a terrible father and couldn’t even be bothered to pretend to be a decent father. Not even for a minute. What type of person could be so cold to their own son yet expect perfection and in the end power from this son? He’s pissed again.

Sunyoung can see the conflict in his eyes. That’s exactly what she wanted. He’s too stubborn to simply do something because he’s being told, he has to come to the conclusion himself. She knows he’s upset that Minseok used him, but she knows he’s more upset about having to let go of his dream of having a loving father. She asked him this question because she knew he wouldn’t be able to admit to it but he also wouldn’t be able to lie to her about it.

He sits quietly not saying a word. He doesn’t have an answer for her. He’s upset about it all, what he’s most upset about is irrelevant. Yet she still managed to hit him where it hurts most.

“Get the answers you need while you still can, Tokki,” she encourages. “I know it’s hard for you, but you know you won’t be able to rest if you don’t at least try to get some answers.”

“He’s not going to be truthful, what’s the point?” He huffs trying to justify not getting the closure he knows he absolutely needs.

“If he’s not going to be truthful, then make him.”

“Make him? How?”

Sunyoung points to the rotted apple on the table that is now nothing more than a pile of ash. He nods slowly understanding what she’s trying to tell him. However, this all still requires him to look Minseok right in the face and confront him about things he’d been avoiding himself.

He absolutely does not want to look Minseok in the face.

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