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flannel-cladpika · 1 year

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Between the Lines of Fear and Blame - Gojo Satoru x GN! Reader

A/N: Inspired loosely by the song “How to Save a Life” by The Fray (hence the title). SLIGHT spoilers for ch.78.

TW: Parental Abuse, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Swearing

You hadn't had a good relationship with your father for most of your life.

The man was a well-respected jujutsu sorcerer, having become one of the most powerful special grade sorcerers at a rather young age. He went on to have a highly successful career in saving people and defeating special grade curses.

He'd met your grade 2 sorcerer mother on a group mission, and they got married a few years later, and they had you about 3 years into their marriage.

The first few years of your life were full of joy and laughter. Your mom taking you to the aquarium while your dad was on a mission; Your dad making you breakfast before walking you to your elementary school; Family outings to the park for picnics. It was the best childhood a kid could ask for.

At least, until a special grade killed your mother when you were 8 years old.

Your father had been away on assignment and had no knowledge of the incident until he returned home.

That day, the loving and kind man you'd always known, vanished. In his place, a bitter and hateful being was left.

Your father immediately started training you to become a jujutsu sorcerer, stating that if you stayed as weak as you were, you'd end up dead just like your mother. The man would drink whenever he could, only ever sobering up just enough to go out on a mission to get paid.

He'd yell at you for every little mistake you made, sometimes even slapping you across the face when you'd done an especially poor job in his eyes. He'd deny you dinner if he deemed your day's performance "not good enough".

Your father's coworkers had no idea what the man was like at home. He would act like a perfect single parent whenever you two were out in public, and he'd trained you well in the art of acting. He'd taught you the correct responses to their questions and how to fake a smile convincingly. He would brag about you inheriting both his and your mother's techniques, boasting about how you would surely become a great jujutsu sorcerer one day.

Everyone always bought his "proud father" act. No one ever suspected a thing, or at least, if they did they never said anything out of fear of your father's power and influence.

When you were able to leave your father's house and attend the Jujutsu high school in Tokyo, it was both freeing and horrifying.

What if you weren't strong enough? How many meals would you be denied? Would the instructors be upset with your silence like your other school teachers?

To say it took a while for you to trust anyone would be an understatement. What made things worse was that you'd never been allowed to have friends growing up, so you weren't used to having people that you could talk to.

It was nice. Sure, you still carried the mental scars your father left you with, but you had no intention of ever talking about those. You planned on leaving all that trauma and all those horrible memories behind you.

That was, until you met Gojo Satoru.

He was one of your fellow first-years who had a tonne of potential. He and Suguru Getou were both extremely talented, making even some of the most difficult training look easy.

Outside of classes though, they were like regular teenagers; goofing off, playing pranks, and even sneaking out to see the city.

Some mornings, you'd hear Ieiri groan exasperatedly, to which you would open your dorm door, only to see her throw some poor unsuspecting creature out of her room. They ranged from anywhere from Whip Spiders to Chipmunks. One time, a stray cat was even released into her room (probably Suguru's idea, as Gojo seemed to favour large insects and arachnids), which Ieiri kept around to get rid of anymore random critters that the two boys tried to let loose into her dorm. She named the cat "Hunter". He was a cute little apex predator and protected his domain well.

No one ever tried anything with you though. After you almost had a breakdown from finding a handful of centipedes in your bed, everyone agreed that you were maybe not a fun person to prank.

Instead, when your peers realized how shy and quiet you were, they tried to break you out of your shell. They would try to be friendly to you, greeting you in the morning and inviting you to have lunch with them, though no one pressured you.

Except Gojo.

The guy was fascinated by you. Here you were, the only offspring of one of the most powerful jujutsu sorcerers, yet you never mentioned your family. Everyone in the jujutsu world (at least in Japan) knew what happened to your mom - it was a big deal at the time and everyone knew to never bring it up - so he understood you not wanting to talk about her, but you never spoke of your father either.

He expected you to be some big shot powerful sorcerer with a boisterous personality and hoped you'd be a great sparing partner. He kind of expected you to be like himself, what with your background and having inherited both your family's techniques. Funnily enough, he only knew about your paternal one, "Eye of Ra", since you bore the same intricate birthmark as your father on your right eye, and your mother’s family hadn’t been as much of a big name as your father’s. He knew your technique allowed you to manipulate light, which meant you could do anything from blinding others to even creating visual illusions. If you wanted to, you could absorb the light in a room and turn it into physical weapons, like create swords of light that could deal physical damage.

Gojo expected you to be a confident and powerful ass-kicking badass with a take-no-shit attitude that he could riff off of.

But instead, he met you.

This timid little creature that flinched at the sound of someone raising their voice and who barely ever spoke. You were reluctant to use your powers around others, which baffled the male. Why would you want to hide your powers? Had you not mastered them already? Why would you shy away from others when they got angry? Were you really THAT weak?

Yet, despite appearances, whenever you were sent on a solo mission, you always came back successful and unscathed, even against grade 2 curses. You never boasted about how easy the task was or how great a job you'd done. Instead, you'd just report as was standard protocol, and scurry off to your room without a word to anyone.

Everything about you was just so...unexpected. Gojo had so many questions and no answers, which made him even MORE intrigued.

So, the white-haired male would follow you.

Not in a stalker-y way; he let you know he was there. He'd walk with you around campus, volunteer to be paired with you during one-on-one training, even offer to study with you during breaks. The guy wouldn't leave you alone.

Eventually, Gojo got tired of you turning down his offers to hang-out together and instead would just drag you to wherever he had planned to go. He'd drag you to the library for study sessions, to the city for bubble tea, even out to the movies with snacks hidden in his pockets. He just wanted the chance to observe you and your reactions.

At first, you found his actions to be terrifying. What if he was dragging you away to a place where no one could witness him hurting you? What if he was trying to get you to let your guard down so he could attack you? What if he only wanted to use you to gain your father's favour?

Clearly, your past wasn't behind you.

Gojo was trying to get you to open up so he could learn more about his new favourite fascination, but as he did so, he also slowly began seeing you as a friend. You were a great listener, often sitting through his long rants about everything and nothing. He found it nice to know that you would come to him with questions about curses and normal teenager things.

He thought it was very odd that you knew almost nothing about regular life as a teen. What rock had you been living under? You hadn't seen any of the latest TV shows, had only seen like 4 movies, and had no idea what a "bff" was, among a long list of other such mundane things that Gojo had assumed everyone his age was aware of. This all only piqued his curiosity further.

After the first few months of Gojo's attempts to get closer to you, you slowly started to become more comfortable around him. Eventually, you got to the point where you were no longer scared to speak your mind with him, which gradually started to apply to others. You began talking more in and outside of class, even asking how other people's days had been (which was a big step for you, as it had previously taken everything in you not to run away whenever someone called out to you).

By the time 2nd year rolled around, you'd managed to gain 3 new friends and a significant confidence boost. It certainly helped that you also decided to stay in Tokyo instead of going back home. Everything was turning out great.

Until your father came to visit for a guest teacher lesson. All that time away from the old man had caused your acting skills to get a little rusty, but you still did your best to act like nothing was wrong, even when you were terrified.

Everyone was in awe of him, after all, he was like a celebrity with how well-known and powerful he was. They were all impressed by his strength and charisma which were on full display when he demonstrated difficult tactics for taking down multiple high-ranked curses at once and when he helped out with teaching curse anatomy.

To your peers, the man seemed as though he could do no wrong. He was strong and knowledgeable, with a healthy dose of respect for the school’s staff and principal, whom he chatted with as though they were old friends.

And of course, he played the part of a doting father perfectly, even giving you a big hug when he saw you for the first time, squeezing just a bit tighter than he needed to. Everyone fell for his award-winning act.

Except Gojo.

Gojo Satoru had a deep respect for the strong and powerful man who had saved hundreds, if not thousands of people, and at first noticed nothing out of the ordinary with you and your dad's relationship. It was natural that you'd avoid your parent when they came to your school. Afterall, what kid would want to be embarrassed in front of their friends by their clearly loving and over-praising parent?

However, it wasn't until Gojo actually started to observe how you acted around your dad that he started to grow suspicious.

It was the little things that most people wouldn't have noticed. You'd flinch just the tiniest bit whenever your old man placed his hand on your shoulder or patted your head. Your eyes would widen slightly in what sort of looked like fear whenever the guy would call your name. And whenever the older male asked to see you later, your hands would start to tremble a little.

As Gojo put on his dark purple sweatshirt and a black pair of jogging pants after a long day of training, he realized there were just too many things that didn't add up. Why did it seem like you were afrai-?

That was when the pieces started to fall into place.

The way you refused to go home for school holidays or summer break; The way you flinched at every move when you first transferred; Hell, even the way you stayed quiet and got spooked every time someone called out to you. It was all starting to make sense. It all pointed to a very dark and alarming conclusion.

And it was starting to make Satoru's blood boil.

HOW DID I NOT SEE IT?! The white-haired boy thought to himself as he ran towards your dorm room. He'd heard your dad ask to see you after class today, and after the realization he just came to, he knew he had to go check on you.

You were his friend, 2nd only to Suguru in terms of how close you two were. You listened to all his bullshit and his issues with his own family. You noticed whenever he was hiding something, being almost as observant as he was, and you were always there to hear him out or lift him up when no one was around and Suguru was off doing gods-know-what.

How could he have been so blind to something that now seemed so glaringly obvious?

The six eyes wielder ran faster at that thought. He needed to check on you. He needed to make sure you were ok.

By the time Satoru reached your door, it was dark out. Being his usual brash self, he immediately swung open the door without so much as a knock, worried that you were injured after seeing your old man.

What Gojo saw before him both worried and baffled him beyond anything he could've expected.

There you were, on the floor, hunched over, with the only light sources being your bedside lamp and the faint glow of the full moon. You were clad in a black tank top and loose gray running shorts, one knee brought close to your chest while the other leg was stretched out. Gojo could see the sweat glistening off your skin as your left hand stilled in it's rummaging through your drawer for pain medicine.

There were large red marks the size of fists on your arms that seemed to have already started to bruise. There were scrapes and cuts on your knees that looked pretty bad, and your hair looked like it had just been through a wind-tunnel.

You looked up when you heard the door open, pure terror in your glassy eyes as you feared your father had followed you, although he'd never done so before. The man only ever let you go when he felt your punishment for that particular infraction was finished, and never a second less. If he felt you hadn’t been punished enough, he wouldn’t have let you go in the first place.

Satoru's eyes widened in shock once he took in the sight of your face. The face that usually greeted him with a smile at the start of classes first thing every morning, was now so hard to recognize.

There was a dark mark around your right eye that looked a bit swollen and encompassed your "Eye of Ra" birthmark. Your lips were busted, a cut running down both of them on left side of your mouth. Your left cheek was screaming red with a barely-there outline of a large hand.

And yet, your injuries were only one of the two things that had the Limitless user stunned.

Yes, he was very concerned and worried about your current physical state, but the second thing he'd noticed was what gave him pause.

A warm and inviting indigo glow that Satoru didn't recognize was emanating from your right hand, which was hovering over one of your knees.

That was new... Last he checked, that wasn't what your technique looked like...

Your terrified expression seemed to relax for a moment once you realized who had entered your room. However, you soon panicked as you tried to think of a way to explain your injuries without actually telling the truth. Dammit! You had planned on having fixed yourself up before morning classes.

You decided to just wing it. "O-Oh! Hey, Satoru! I-uh- just got back from a jog! I fell on my way up the stairs to get back to campus, so I was just treating myself with this handy-dandy first-aid ki-"

"Did your old man do this to you?" the male asked seriously, though his tone was careful and non-threatening. He wasn't trying to press you for answers if you really didn't want to give any, but he also really hoped you’d tell him.

Your eyes widened in surprise before a pensive expression crossed your face. You stayed silent for a moment as you looked away from your best friend, and instead focused on your knee as the indigo light coming from your hand grew a bit brighter.

Gojo walked towards you and sat down near you, giving you your space but still letting you know he was there. The snowy-haired male watched in awe as the wounds on your knee began to heal under the soft glowing light that came from your palm.

After you finished healing both your legs (with Gojo watching in fascination the whole time), you finally spoke.

"....Yeah. He did." You say wearily. You sounded tired and defeated.

The teen looked up at the sound of your voice, but you kept your eyes on your work. You scooted backward until your back rested against the side of your mattress.

You then raised your other hand from the floor and it too began producing an indigo light. You started to hover your hands over each of the new injuries, going one at a time, the worse ones taking a bit longer. Satoru spoke up as you continued.

"How long has it been like this?" he asked, concern seeping into his tone.

You let out a shaky sigh as another tear falls from your eye.

"He's been like this ever since mom died. He's always making sure I'm doing everything right. He trained me everyday, and said that friends are just distractions, as are movies and television. He said that if I didn't become stronger, I'll just end up in the stomach of some curse."

You tried to take a deep breath to calm yourself. It didn't help.

"But he's.... he's never punched me before... Usually, it's just face slaps and hair-tugging. He said I deserved it for how bad I did today; For how much of an embarrassment I am to him. Said that my mother would be ashamed of me if she saw how weak I am...." you explained while slowly healing your would-be black eye. Your voice trembled as the tears started to build up again.

“Is he why you don’t really use your technique around others?” Gojo asked. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

You nodded. “I don’t want others to see how bad I am with my powers. I don’t want them to know I’m just...”

You stopped healing yourself and finally looked up at Gojo to meet his gaze through the dark circular shades he always wore. You looked at yourself reflected in the black glass.

All you saw was a weak little child staring back at you; a child with no skills and no use.

"I-I'm r-really weak... a-aren't I?" you smiled bitterly, tears streaming down your cheeks as your gaze moved back to the floor.

"I'm not the smartest or the strongest or the most clever. It takes so much for me to create a domain that I can b-barely sustain for more than 5 minutes. I-I'm only good with my studies b-because you and Shoko help me c-constantly. I'm always a nervous-wreck around others t-too, like some scared little m-mouse. I’m just...I'm just a weakling..." you stated, keeping your eyes trained on the floor boards.

You then heard the sorcerer-in-training step closer to you and take a seat on the bed you were leaning against. There was a long pause that followed the movement, creating an awkward atmosphere.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Gojo spoke up.

“You’ve never been a weakling.” he stated honestly.

You looked back at your white-haired classmate, an incredulous look on your face as tears continued to fall.

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better, Gojo.” you said.

“Do I look like a liar to you?” the boy asked jokingly, softly nudging you with his knee.

You laughed a bit. “Yes. You look like the poster child for liars.” you replied with mirth in your voice.

Gojo let out a few laughs.

“Well, you got me there.” he responded with a chuckle that soon died. “But I’m not lying about this.”

The boy behind you lifted off the bed, removing his shades as he lowered himself into a seated position beside you.

“You are not useless. You never have been. I’ve seen you on the training grounds. I’ve seen how well you handle yourself with and without weapons. You’ve survived solo missions against grade 2 curses and-”

“Gojo, you’ve taken out curses that are grade 1, though. My dispatching a few grade 2′s is nothing compared to yo-”

The aforementioned male put a finger to your mouth, effectively stopping you.

“You shouldn’t interrupt people, (Y/n). Some might consider it rude~.” he said teasingly. You huffed but remained silent.

“As I was saying,” he continued, removing his finger from your face.

“You’ve managed to utterly crush many grade 2 curses, even outdoing me in number of curses exorcised. You’ve managed to make it through your father’s abuse and the trauma that came with that, and still become a powerful sorcerer. Hell, from what I’ve seen, you have another ability that you’ve yet to show anyone! By the way, what ability is that?” Gojo asked, his curiosity having finally caught up with him and causing him to de-rail his own speech.

You sighed as you looked at your hand, activating the indigo aura once again and hovering your hand over a bruise on your left arm. The boy next to you watched your movements with interest.

“It’s the family technique that I got from my mother. I never learned the name of it, but I know that it allows me to heal myself and others, though I don’t use it often. My father never really let me near my mother’s family, saying that he had no intentions of letting their “weakness” rub off on me. So, I never got to learn much about this power. I think he just didn’t want them to see me like this and take me away from him.” you said, a look of melancholy overtaking your features.

“My dad hates whenever he sees me using it, so I don’t do it out in the open if I can help it. I think because it reminds him of my mom, and then he’s reminded of her death.”

Gojo’s eyes remained focused on the glow emanating from your palm.

“Have you ever thought of fighting back?” he asked nonchalantly.

You turned quickly to the male next to you, a look of pure shock and terror plastered on your face.

“What?!”

The blue-eyed boy shrugged. “I’m just saying. If he were my old man, I’d punch his lights out.”

You stared at the boy beside you.

“Are you kidding? He’s a renowned sorcerer who has the respect of the whole jujutsu community, and not to mention decades of experience that I don’t have. You seriously expect me to just go up to the man and say 'I challenge you to a fight you damn bastard'? What are you thinking?!” you exclaimed.

“If you don’t want to, I’ll do it for you.” Gojo replied, expression unreadable

You chuckled. “That’s kind of you, but I can’t ask that of anyone, let alone a frien-” you began.

“I mean it, (Y/N). I don’t care if he’s the damn Messiah himself. He can’t be allowed to get away with what he’s done to you. This ends now.” Gojo stated, about to get up.

Your eyes widened at the realization that Gojo was completely serious. You reached out your hand to grab his sweatshirt sleeve, stopping him.

“Wait! Don’t! Please...” you pleaded, worry and alarm evident in your eyes.

Gojo looked back at you with a look of frustration.

“Are you seriously defending a man that just beat the hell out of you?” he asked. The words came out harsher than he’d meant them. He was about to apologize, but you spoke before he could.

“I don’t care about him, I’m worried about you! Gojo, you can’t face him. He’s got so much more experience and power. You can’t beat him! What do you think he’ll do when he finds out that someone else knows about he’s done? Do you think he’ll leave you alive to tell others?!” you shouted, scared of what would happen if Gojo went to your father. You finally had a friend that you could trust. You didn’t want that to be taken away.

Gojo simply smirked at your words. “Believe me, I won’t let myself be killed by someone like him.” he stated confidently.

You looked to the ground, letting go of the purple sleeve reluctantly.

“...he had surgery on his left knee last year. And he just recovered from his carpal tunnel.” you muttered, just loud enough for the boy to hear.

Gojo looked back at you with wide eyes before his expression softened a bit.

“Thanks for the tips. I’ll keep those in mind.” he said, a small smile gracing his lips as he knelt back down to be face-to-face with you before placing his hands on your shoulders, causing you to bring your eyes up to meet his.

“I’m gonna make sure he’s never going to hurt you again. You hear me?”

You nodded as a small flicker of hope started to grow in your chest. Maybe Gojo could really do this. He was one of the strongest people you knew and if anyone could defeat your father, it was him.

With your silent confirmation, the white-haired male stood and made his way to the door. Before exiting, he looked back one more time.

“I’ll be back in a bit!” he said, waving at you with a confident grin before walking out the door.

You waved back at the empty space, the fatigue from using your technique so much finally taking it’s toll on you. You tried to stay awake, worried for your friend, but your eyelids kept drooping and your blinks kept getting slower.

Eventually, you fell asleep right where you sat.

~Short Timeskip~

When Gojo arrived back at your room an hour and a half later, battered and bruised, he was surprised to find you off in dreamland in the same spot he’d left you in.

Gojo had defeated your father and called an ambulance for him, as he’d kind of beaten the guy bloody and knocked him unconscious. He’d also gone through the guy’s phone and found under the blocked numbers, your mother’s family.

He called the main house and told them everything. Sure it was the middle of the night, but from the sounds of their reactions they didn’t mind. Apparently, they’d suspected something had been going on for a while. They just never had proof of any wrongdoing by your father that would give them custody of you.

With your abusive father and future living situation all taken care of, Gojo decided to head back to your room to deliver the good news.

However, when he was greeted with the sight of you fast asleep with your back against the side of your mattress, he couldn’t help but smile a little. You just looked too precious.

He pulled back the blankets on your bed as quietly as possible. Then, with what strength he had left, Gojo carefully picked you up bridal style and placed you onto you bed.

However, just as he was about to leave, your hand gently reached out and grasped his sleeve.

The blue-eyed boy turned around expecting to see you awake, only to find that you were still letting out tiny snores.

He sighed before trying to pull out of your hold, only to find that your grip on his sweatshirt got tighter.

The boy could only chuckle at your unconscious behavior as he came to your side and sat on the bed. Eventually, he managed to reconfigure your positions so that he was laying next to you with his sleeve still in your grasp and the covers over both of you.

“You’re safe now.” he said as he turned to face you, his unoccupied arm coming up to stroke your hair.

In your sleep, you let out a small hum as your lips curled into a soft smile.

It wasn’t the end of your problems. You still had a long road ahead of you, but it was a good first step. And now, you had someone you could trust who would be there to lend a hand you when you needed it.

-THE END-

A/N: I’ve never written for Gojo before, so I’m super sorry if he’s OOC. I tried my best though. I’m happy that I’ve finally finished this dang thing, though I’m sorry to all my people who wanted more fluffy things, but this song never really felt like a love song to me, and I wanted to stick to the vibes of the song.

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bet-on-me-13 · 7 months

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Httyd AU

So! Ghosts are nowhere near an Unknown Threat.

In fact, Ghosts and Creatures of the Realms have been attacking the Human World, preforming Raids on Amity Park, and stealing valuable objects and human food for just as long as they have been around. And they have been around for a while.

They first came into the Human Realm centuries ago, and so far Humans have been able to adapt.

Ghost Hunters are some of the most respected members of the Community. There are many different groups of them, and of these Groups the Fenton Family has always been one of the most famous and well credited of the lot.

They have been Hunting Ghosts since the days of their Ancestor, Jackson Fenton-Nightingale, who was the first of their lineage to change from Witch Hunting to Ghost Hunting.

In the modern age, Jack Fenton and his wife Maddie Fenton are some of the most respected Hunters in Amity. They have captured and killed more Ghosts and Realms-Beasts than anybody in the History of their Family. They have pioneered the new age of Ecto-Tech, bringing better and more effective weapons to the masses. They have singlehandedly managed to contain the Ghost Threat to the State of Illinois, and Amity Park in general. They are truly some of the Greatest Heroes of the Era.

The same cannot be said for their son.

Daniel Fenton has always been, well, Lacking, when compared to his Family.

He didn't inherit his Father's natural Musculature, nor his Mothers Prowess in Martial Arts, and while he is definitely an extremely intelligent boy, he does not measure up to the Intellect that the other members of his Family often achieve.

Even his sister, Jasmine Fenton, shows more promise than he does, and she isn't even a Ghost Hunter. Instead she devoted her life to becoming a therapist who can help those who have been affected by Ghost Attacks.

But Danny? He has never really showed much promise. He is definitely eager to prove himself to his Parents, but he never manages to help out in the field. Most of the time he even makes it worse.

And for Danny? It's infuriating! He has spent all his life trying to live up to the legend of his Family, trying to become a worthy Son. But he never succeeds.

He has made Tons of Inventions to help defeat Ghosts, but they were all thrown out because they were Non-Lethal. They always said that any Ecto-Weapon worth the materials it's made out of should end the Ghost before it has a chance to escape, so capturing them without killing them would be worthless.

But he wants to prove that his efforts are not in vain, if not to his family, than to himself.

So one night, as a particularly nasty Ghost Attack is going on, he rushes outside with a Weapon of his own Design. It was a Stun Gun, designed to hit the Ghost with a Beam of Pure Paralyzing Energy that would render it Immobile for hours. It was slightly large and bulky, but it still worked. At least, theoretically it did. He hadn't had a chance to test the Stun Gun yet, hence his little adventure.

He ran to the edge of Town, and tried to find a Ghost worth capturing.

Blobs? No, they've been caught before. Catching one wouldn't earn him any praise.

Skeleton? Those are a single tier up from Blobs, and not by much at all. Definitely not.

Ecto-Pus? Maybe, but it wouldn't be too useful for learning anything since it can't speak.

Spirits? They are the manifestations of Human Emotion, stronger than most other types of Ghosts, and they are suspected to be Intelligent. That's a good choice, it would probably be the best choice.

But there was one better. An Ancient.

The Ancients were the Ghosts that had been around for Centuries, possibly Millenia. They are Ghosts that are so Old, they have developed true Intelligence. Nobody had ever managed to kill an Ancient, they were too strong. The Ancients are the most Deadly, most Powerful, most Dangerous of all Ghosts.

If Danny managed to Capture one? He would skyrocket to Fame! He would be able to sit at the Lunch Table with the A-Listers, the town would stop seeing him as a disappointment, and his Parents would be so Proud of him! They might even come out of the Lab outside of Ghost Attacks to spend time with him!

So, he sat at the edge of town, watching the Portal that had opened up about a Mile outside of the City. He needed to be ready, in case an Ancient showed up.

Hours passed, and he was getting sleepy, when it happened.

"Ancient!"

The scream of warning came from his Radio, tapped into the Ghost Watch Channel used to keep track of Ghost Movements during attacks.

He looked at the Invasion Portal, and saw it. It was Humanoid, about 7 ft Tall, wearing Dark Plated Armor, with a Flaming Green Sword at its hip. Trying to stare into it's Face felt like staring into an Abyssal Void, with 2 pinpricks of Red denoting where its Eyes would be. The same Red Eyes all Ghosts had.

"Retreat! Retreat! The Fright Knight has emerged from the Invasion Portal!" Came the warning from his Radio. In the distance to his right, he could see the few Hunters who had been keeping watch on the Portal run to the safety of the Town.

Shaking off his fear, Danny rushed to his Target.

The Fright Knight was the most Feared of the Ancients, nobody had ever survived an encounter with it. There were even Rumors that it was the Leader of the Ghost Attacks, the coordinator.

And Danny knew that his Stun Gun wouldn't be enough to beat it. Not yet anyways.

So, instead of running directly to the Fright Knight, he ran to the small Open-Air Worksite that held his Parents' most Ambitious Creation. An Artificial Ghost Portal.

Years ago, his Parents had realized something. They couldn't stop the Invasion, because the Ghosts could never be cut off at the source. The Portal they used to enter the Human Realm was always a Natural One, it always closed after a few hours, so they had no chance of entering the "Ghost Zone" without immediately getting cut off from the Human World. Thus, they couldn't exterminate the Ghosts at the Source.

But what if they had a Stable Portal?

Then, the Humans could invade the Ghost Zone instead of the Ghosts invading the Human Realm. They would get an Edge in the Centuries old War.

But the Portal didn't work yet. They had been working on it for years at this point, but they had had absolutely no luck in making it functional. As an unintended consequence however, they realized that the Portal Frame was capable of generating Large Amounts of Energy, and it soon became the towns most Powerful Power Plant. It basically powered every home in the City, and powered the Shields that were put up above the Civilain Shelters during Ghost Attacks.

And Danny needed it.

His Stun Gun wasn't powerful enough to defeat the Fright Knight yet, but if he retrofitted it to draw on the immense power of the Portal Frame, it might be enough.

He rushed into the Open-Air Pavillion thay housed his Parents Portal Frame. It was an Immense Creation, semi-circular in shape but large enough that an entire Army could be comfortably Marxhed through.

He ran right to the center of the Device, pulling open a Panel in the middle of the Floor and fiddling around with the Wires for a minute.

It only took a short while before he had the Energy of the Portal Frame retrofitted to power his Stun Gun.

He raised the Weapon, and carefully aimed at the Fright Knight, still walking towards the Town.

He pulled the Trigger. And Everything went wrong.

The Gun didn't fire. Instead, he felt a rumble come from the Machine he was standing on, as lights began to light up on the edges of the Portal Frame. Somehow, he had accidentally rigged the Portal to attempt its activation Sequence when he tried to fire his Weapon.

Obviously, the Ring of activating lights had attracted the attention of the Fright Knight, and it had begun to move in bis direction.

In a panic he tried to fix his mistake. He moved around a few more wires, and tried again, and more lights turned on. He tried again, and suddenly a high pitched sound began to play around him.

He tried one more time, and help his heart leap with joy as his gun finally began to power up. He looked up to see where the Fright Knight was, and felt his elation drop in an instant when he noticed that it had already entered the Outdoor Lab Space.

The next few seconds felt like they took hours. He felt his heart stop as the Fright Knight began to rush forward. It was about to reach him.

Then, his Gun pinged to tell him they it was ready, and he pulled the trigger.

The world around him erupted in green Light as the beam from his Stun Gun fired out with much more force than it was ever intended to handle. The Beam of Light was so wide that it completely encompassed the Towering Fright Knight's form.

But at the same time as the Gun fired, the Portal finished it's attempted activation sequence. And the World turned green for a different reason.

Danny felt billions of volts run through his Body as the Portal activated, his screams being drowned out by the sound of Reality fraying at the seams as the Portal attempted to push through it.

But ultimately the Portal failed. It turned off, just as it was about to break through to the other side. The sudden burst of energy also seemed to affect the Stun Gun, as it blew up at the same moment the Portal turned off.

Danny was launched out of the Portal Frame, landing in the center of his Parents Outdoors Lab, unconscious.

It took nearly an hour before his Parents arrived, looking to investigate the sudden Portal Activation and Explosion. Whatever had happened caused a blackout throughout the entire Town, shutting off Ghost Shields and inciting panic throughout the City, meaning they had to wait hours before they could investigate.

They found Danny laying unconscious in their Lab, and called for someone to help him as they worked on getting Power back to the Town.

When he woke up, Danny was Reprimanded for his actions that night. Nobody believed him when he said that he had beaten the Fright Knight, and since communication went down with the Power, Nobody could confirm that the Fright Knight had actually been pushed back. It was far more likely that nobody had seen it after it entered the town, and it had left with the others when the Portal began to close.

But Danny knew what had happened, so the first chance he got, he escaped out into the woods surrounding Amity Park and began searching for his Target.

It took hours of searching, but eventually he found the Fright Knight, laying on it's side in the dirt.

Danny was elated at first, he had captured am Ancient! But then he took a closer look. He didn't know why, but for some reason he felt odd about the Ghost. He felt confusion, but not his own. Relief, but coming from somewhere else. Hope, but coming from Him. The Fright Knight.

In that moment, he didn't know why, but instead of dragging him back to the City or further restraining him, Danny pulled the Knight up into a sitting position, feeling it would be more comfortable like that.

He turned around for a moment to see if anybody was around, but when he turned back he was met with a terrifying sight. The Fright Knight was standing up, towering over Danny. He looked up to see it's face, and saw that it was glaring at him with an unrestrained rage.

Danny cried out when he was pushed to the ground, landing against a Rock, looking up in terror. The Knight took out his Sword, and before Danny could cry out in fear, it plunged the Sword down.

Into the Boulder next to Danny's head.

When he finally opened his eyes, the Knight was gone, leaving only the cracked rock next to his head and a sense of lingering terror.

In that moment, Danny only felt on things register in his Mind.

Where it's eyes always Green?

...

This got a little out of hand, but I hope you liked it.

The idea is that Ghosts have been attacking the Human Realm for Centuries, raiding the Villages to steal valuables and Human Food, terrorizing the world for years.

Hunters like the Fentons managed to contain them in Illinois, more specifically Amity Park.

Danny is Hiccup in this. He is the wimpy weak little kid that nobody respects because he doesn't live up to his Family Legend.

Fright Knight is Toothless, but instead of helping Danny learn how to ride Dragon, he helps him learn to use his newly found Ghost Powers. (Because I included the Portal scene for a reason, he became a Halfa and seeks out Frighty when he realizes hat he had Ghost Powers. He's kind of the only option after all)

If you didn't guess it, Pariah Dark is the Queen Dragon. He used his power as Ghost King to control every Ghost in the Zone, forcing them to raid the Human World and bring him offerings. He isn't obsessed with taking over the world, he is obsessed with being seen as a God, and Gods need to get Offerings.

When Danny hit Frighty with the Stun Gun, he knocked the Mind Control out of him and Frighty was freed.

From then on it would follow some similar story beats to Httyd, but also different.

Maybe the other Movie's could introduce other Characters? Maybe Freakshow is Viggo from the 2nd Movie?, or Vlad is Grimmle from the 3rd Movie? The Plots could fit as well.

If you want it to be DpxDc, you could say that the JLA thought the situation in Amity was handled and didn't think they needed to assist.

When they learn how bad it actually was they are freaked out. Especially since this was a Centuries Old Conflict that has been happening since before America was even founded.

What do you think?

#Danny Phantom #Daniel Fenton #Danny Fenton #How to Train Your Dragon #Httyd #Httyd AU #How to Train Your Dragon AU #Danny is still a Halfa #Instead of learning how to ride a Dragon Danny learns how to use his Powers from Frigjt Knight #He is the only Ghost outside of Pariah's Control now so he is kind of the only option #Danny is Hiccup #Fright Knight is Toothless #Pariah Dark is the Dragon Queen #Freakshow is Viggo #Vlad is Grimmle #Maybe Ellie shows up?#She could be the long lost little sister of Danny thay Vlad kidnapped years ago instead of a Clone #She could also be a Halfa but through experimentation done by Vlad which he also did on himself #She was the Prototype which is why she is kind of Unstable #I need to stop #Maybe a part 2 or 3 in the future?#Idk #Danny's Parents are actually well respected #They are the Local Heroes #Potential Dpxdc #Dpxdc #Dp x dc #Dc x dp #Dcxdp #Dc

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lina-linny · 26 days

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summary: you are a princess and your whole life is geared towards the fact that one day you will have to marry a powerful prince. but what happens if you decide against it and listen to your heart instead of your father?

words: 3.9k

genre: fluff, angst

I am the princess of a larger kingdom. I have lived in a large castle since I was a child and my family has always been wealthy and respected.

Ever since i was a little girl, i have always had a best friend. Jongho

I looked out of the window. Over my father's lands. Over the kingdom that I would inevitably inherit one day.

While other children romped and played outside in the palace gardens, I always sat in this huge classroom and received lessons in everything a princess needed to know.

Court etiquette, music, mathematics and needlework, etc.

But the only thing I ever wanted was to live, play and laugh with other children.

But my father thought none of the offspring of the stuff was worth my time. So I wasn't allowed to play with them.

One day after my 10th birthday, my father assigned me my own bodyguard.

Every high-ranking person at court was assigned a personal guard from a young age. So this was nothing unusual.

My bodyguard was very nice. I always got on well with General Choi and he also did his job well. He followed my every move.

One day, General Choi told me about his family. He casually mentioned that he had a young son my age.

My face lit up when he told me about Jongho.

For the next few days, I couldn't stop thinking about Jongho. I wanted to meet him. I wanted a friend.

So I tried to persuade General Choi inconspicuously to bring Jongho to his work and thus to me.

The guard immediately realized what my mission was. He laughed inwardly. But he knew how lonely I was, so he brought Jongho to me.

When I saw the little boy standing confidently but quietly next to his father, my heart skipped a beat.

All my life I had wanted another child as a playmate.

But how did that actually work? Playing with other children? How did you talk to other children? What should I…

Jongho bowed to me and my thoughts were abruptly forced to a halt.

General Choi smiled and patted his son's head.

“Go play in the parlor together. I'll keep an eye on you from here. I'm sure you'll get along famously.

But what if he didn't like me, or if Jongho was weird?

My worries quickly disappeared, though.

Me and Jongho talked, laughed, played and chased each other around the salon laughing and screeching.

Over the years, we grew closer and closer. Jongho visited me almost every day and we became best friends.

Jongho always seemed quiet and reserved, but when the two of us were alone, he opened up. We always told each other everything.

Over the years, our friendship developed into something that was no longer just friendship.

When we saw each other, hugged each other, touched each other, our hearts beat at an unreasonably fast pace.

When we complimented each other, the other would turn red and shy.

When he took my stuff and caried them for me, my whole body tingled.

When our faces were so close together that we could just kiss, we didn't back away but neither did we take a step forward and connect our lips.

We both knew that if we took that step, there would be no turning back. It would be complicated with my father and so much more.

So we always stayed in one place. Didn't take a step forward or back until my 19th birthday.

I had been getting ready for my stupid birthday banquet for hours.

That was the reason I had always hated my birthday. It wasn't about me, it was about business and etiquette.

My only job was to look good. That was all I was good for. That had been made unmistakably clear to me.

One day I would have to marry an influential prince and when I had given birth to a few children, the world would be finished with me.

I could no longer be stuck in this agonizingly long dress fitting. I needed some fresh air so I persuaded my maids to let me into the park for a few minutes, which they allowed, slightly annoyed.

So I walked into the park with my perfectly laced, perfectly fitting (and admittedly very pretty) ball dess.

If my father knew that i was just walking around the castle without my hair and make-up done, especially on my birthday, he would have been very angry.

But he didn't have to know.

I slowly wandered through the flower beds. It smelled like spring and the sun was shining directly into my face. A pleasant tingling of warmth spread through me and I closed my eyes.

“Y/n…?”

I heard Jongho walk cautiously towards me.

I smiled. At least there was a ray of hope on my birthday. Then I turned around and looked into Jongho's beautiful face. The light of the sun played around his hard features.

“What are you doing out here? It's dangerous for you to go out alone.”

I smiled. He always worried too much. It was sweet.

“Nothing will happen to me” I replied nonchalantly"

He shook his head. Smiling, I turned my gaze to the ground to watch a small bug trying to climb up my shoe.

“I… I passed the general's training.” I looked up. Straight into his face. He looked a little tense.

I ran up to him and locked him in my arms. He looked taken aback but quickly returned the hug.

I smiled. Ever since we were both children, Jongho had dreamed of becoming a general at court and now he had officially made it.

“I spoke to my father…” Jongho murmured into my hairline.

“He said that the job is getting too strenuous for him. He's already old and will have to stop working soon. That's why he suggested that I could become your new bodyguard.”

My head whipped around and I looked directly into his face, which was only a few centimetres away from mine.

“Only if you want to, of course! I don't have to…” Jongho quickly added, but I interrupted him.

“Of course I do! This is the best birthday present I've ever received.”

I was beaming from ear to ear and a soft smile slowly spread across Jongho's face.

I hugged him to me again. He slowly stroked my back and I felt that warm tingling sensation in my whole body again.

I pressed him closer to me because my heart was crying out for his. No matter how tightly I pressed him against me, it was never enough. I wanted us to become one.

I sighed. Right now, Jongho really was my only ray of hope.

“Do you have to go back to your fitting?” Jongho asked cautiously.

I sighed and nodded. That got a soft laugh from Jongho.

“You'll survive.”

I groaned. “I wouldn't be so sure about that. If it goes on like this, I run the risk of just jumping out of the window.”

“That wouldn't do any good princess. I'd be there to catch you.”

I looked into his face, puzzled, and felt warmth spread through my cheeks.

He was so close to me. I could just lean towards him and…

“You look beautiful, by the way. At least the agony of trying it on is worth it.” He whispered the words in my ear, which made me blush even more.

But before I could say anything back, I heard the distant voice of my maid.

She was calling for me and would obviously appear here at any moment.

I turned back to Jongho and tried to get my red cheeks back under control. “Are you at the banquet later?”

Jongho nodded and I smiled. Then it couldn't be too bad.

Jongho accompanied me and my maid back to my chambers and then took up his post outside my door.

After at least another hour for my hair and make-up, my maids finally declared the work finished.

My maids left the room and I dropped into a chair with a sigh.

I just stared at the ceiling for at least 5 minutes without doing anything. I was so exhausted.

All I really wanted was for Jongho to come to me and barricade myself in here with him.

As if he had heard me, Jongho knocked on my door at that moment.

After a few polite seconds, Jongho opened the door. He was holding something behind his back that I couldn't see.

His face was slightly red and he looked a little embarrassed.

“Hey,” he said sheepishly and scratched the back of his head.

I smiled back at him.

“I… um I have something for you because it's your birthday today. They're not the prettiest. But I picked them myself.

He carefully conjured up a small bouquet of flowers from behind his back. The flowers looked as if they had been picked from the garden.

I had received countless bouquets of flowers in my life. Bouquets of expensive, valuable or rare flowers, but never before had I felt a bouquet was so precious.

I beamed happily at him, which made Jongho smile.

“Thank you! It looks so pretty! Wait, I'll get a vase.” I thanked him effusively.

I disappeared for a moment and then put Jongho's flowers in the vase.

Jongho had entered in the meantime and closed the door behind him.

I walked towards him. A soft smile played around his features and he looked shyly at the floor.

“You look even prettier now than you did before and I thought that was no longer possible.”

I blushed but smiled. I carefully let my hand rest on his cheek.

He looked up at me. “Thank you, I really appreciate you. Thank you for being with me and managing to make even the day I've always hated more than anything bearable. You are really important to me.”

I didn't know where this sudden confession came from, but I looked confidently into Jongho's eyes.

His cheeks glowed and he chuckled. He couldn't hold the eye contact with me and looked down at the floor.

He smiled happily and I had to smile too.

Everyone was always afraid of Jongho. He often seemed cool or too serious to them.

But when it was just the two of us, he was exactly the opposite. He was shy and soft. He loved to give compliments but even more to receive them.

Smiling, I pressed a kiss to his cheek, deepening the red in his face.

Now he looked deep into my eyes again.

I put my other hand on his cheek and caressed it gently. Jongho closed his eyes.

“Do you know how much you mean to me?” He asked in a slightly trembling voice.

I held my breath. Should I just do it? should i be breave and risk everything... for my love?

...yes. I knew it was worth everything.

I carefully closed the distance between our lips but stopped before they touched. “I love you” I whispered.

It was a simple confession and yet my heart was hammering against my chest as if it was about to jump out.

Jongho overcame the last centimeter that had separated our lips and melted into me.

It felt like the whole world stopped spinning.

I had been waiting for this since the first time I saw him. His lips brushing against mine, caressing and teasing them.

My body was on fire and he was the lighter.

I held the lighter to my own pyre and yet I couldn't get enough.

I carefully detached myself from him.

Jongho smiled gently.

“I love you too, my little princess,” he smiled.

We both knew that it was going to be complicated. But we pushed the thought aside.

The moment was far too beautiful to ruin it now. It would happen sooner or later anyway.

“I take back everything I said earlier. That was the best birthday present I've ever received.” I announced and we both giggled.

I entered the banquet with Jongho right behind me.

He escorted me to my chair, adjusted it for me and helped me sit down.

I couldn't suppress the lovesick grin on my face.

Jongho had a neutral expression on his face, but I could see a loving twinkle in his eyes as he looked down at me.

My bodyguard stood at the edge of the hall, next to the rest of the security staff, from where they could keep an eye on everything and intervene at any time, but not disturb the privacy of the guests too much.

I let my gaze wander over the table. My father had invited numerous guests.

There were minor nobles from our kingdom as well as more influential princes and kings with their princesses or queens from other kingdoms.

I let the meal wash over me. I made a little polite conversation with some of the nobles next to me.

I kept exchanging tender glances with Jongho.

After we had finished eating, I wanted to retire but my father came rushing towards me with a young man in tow.

“Y/n!” he called to me and I waited patiently until he had reached me.

“Prince Seonghwa, this is my daughter Y/n,” my father introduced me and I curtseyed slightly as Seonghwa bowed to me.

“You should have a little talk. I have something to discuss with King Park Seonghwa's father. I'm sure you two get along famously.”

My father gave me a warning look and I knew what was going on. Seonghwa's father was obviously a powerful king and my father couldn't pass up an opportunity like this for any kind of political business.

When my father left us alone, Seonghwa smiled at me understandingly. “Looks like we're both in the same boat. I guess we'll have to kill time together now”

He laughed and I had to smile too. I could imagine worse company.

“Do you want to dance?” Seonghwa asked and I nodded. I loved dancing so I gratefully took the opportunity.

It turned out that Seonghwa was almost as good a dancer as I was and also a very good conversationalist.

We got on well and laughed a lot.

We had now both decided that enough dancing was enough for now. So we retreated to the edge of the party and talked here.

Seonghwa had just left to organize something for us both to drink when my eyes met Jongho's.

He had obviously been watching me, because he quickly turned his gaze away from me and blushed.

I smiled softly and made my way over to him.

Seonghwa would find me.

“Hi,” I smiled back at him.

“Looks like you're having a good time.” Jongho said somewhat coolly and I froze. What was wrong with Jongho?

“Is everything okay?” I asked cautiously and Jongho ran his hand over his face. You could tell how frustrated he was.

“Just… you seem to get on VERY well with this prince. You giggle all the time and I can see him flirting with you.”

A smile spread across my face. “Are you jealous?” I grinned and poked him on the nose with my index finger, which made him blush.

He grabbed my hand a little roughly by the wrist, pushed it away from his face and looked at me seriously.

“You shouldn't do that here. We'll just be seen and then we'll have to deal with the rumors.”

The laughter disappeared from my face and I looked at him, a little hurt. I carefully pulled my wrist out of his and Jongho sighed. I smiled sadly.

“Yeah I'm jealous that this prince can just walk around here with you so openly and I have to stand here and watch. It fucking hurts to see you with him because I know you have to marry him.”

I stared at him in horror. But before I could say anything back, Seonghwa came running to us.

Jongho instinctively took a step away from me, putting a professional distance between us and giving my heart a stich.

Seonghwa glanced back and forth between us and then looked down at the floor with a knowing smile.

Nodding, I took my glass from him and drained the damn alcohol in one gulp. I didn't feel like I was going to survive the whole thing any other way tonight.

Seonghwa smirked and Jongho frowned at my actions.

Jongho carefully took the glass from me.

“Don't drink so much again.” He said worriedly and I sighed. He said it so easily.

“I want to dance again, will you come with me?” I turned to Seonghwa. He nodded and together we walked towards the dance floor.

I felt bad because I knew that all of this was hurting Jongho, but I was hurting too.

It wouldn't work like this with us. We weren't made for this. I couldn't pretend that I was interested in other men and that I didn't care about Jongho, nor could Jongho watch me do it.

In the long run, we would break, shatter, like a rose crushed by the expectations of all the others.

I danced with Seonghwa, but my thoughts were with Jongho at the edge of the ballroom.

I just wanted to be with him. I didn't need big parties or powerful nobles. I just needed him.

Seonghwa smiled.

''You love him very much, don't you? Your bodyguard…”

My head snapped to him and I stared at him in horror. Was it that obvious? Would he tell the others?

He just laughed at my reaction. “Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me. I understand you. I… I have someone too. She's very special and… not noble either. It'll be complicated, but I think you can manage all this.”

I sighed. Would we really make it? I would have to be brave enough to tell my father.

We weren't meant to keep this a secret. That wouldn't work. I couldn't just marry someone and be with someone else in the meantime. That would hurt me and him too much.

“I think our fathers want to marry us off.” Seonghwa said. “I don't know if I'll be brave enough to put my own happiness above my father's wishes. But I think you will be. Just know that i'll be on your side and support you if you are.”

We were silent for the rest of the dance, both engrossed in our own thoughts.

The song we had been dancing to ended and we left the dance floor together.

Our fathers came running towards us. They both had busy looks on their faces and seemed very happy.

“Oh, no. They've come to an agreement. That shouldn't bode well for us.” Whispered Seonghwa.

I just sighed. I felt like I'd been doing this far too often lately.

Our fathers came to a halt in front of us.

“I and King Park, after much deliberation, have come to an agreement regarding the future of our kingdoms.”

My father smiled at us as if he were giving us a gift. As if we would be happy for the increased power and a larger kingdom

“The wedding will take place next year.” Seonghwa's father added.

If I had tried to find another explanation for my father's words before, I now had to finally accept that I had to marry Seonghwa.

I looked at Jongho, who was standing within earshot of us, and noticed that his lower lip was trembling suspiciously.

Tears rolled down my cheek and yet my voice was firm as I spoke.

“No!” I said firmly.

“No?!” My father asked incredulously. “How dare you? It's not your decision.”

I took a shaky breath and looked my father straight in the eye.

“I'm not going to marry Seonghwa. I don't want more power or to secure our kingdom. I want to love and be myself and I've already found someone with whom I can get all that. So I will not marry Seonghwa just because you want more influence.”

Seonghwa smiled with his head bowed. “I agree with her.” He said simply, but it was more than enough.

“And who is this someone supposed to be?” My father asked angrily.

“Jongho,” I said simply and looked over at my lover to see silent tears running down his cheeks just like mine.

“Your bodyguard?!” My father asked incredulously and I just nodded.

“I'm not asking for your permission or anything like that. I know I won't get it. But I'm with him and you're not going to change that. I'm an adult and able to lead my own life.”

My father gasped indignantly, but I turned away and walked over to Jongho.

I wrapped him in my arms. He was never really comfortable with physical contact in public, so I just took his hand and walked out of the ballroom with him.

We were silent on the way. Tears were still quietly running down my cheek.

When we arrived in my chambers, Jongho closed the door behind him and kissed me in the same second.

The kiss was with more desire than any before it. I clung to him tightly. Jongho held me and my tears slowly dried up.

“I'm so proud of you. You were so brave my little princess.”

I cried again and Jongho hugged me to him.

“I won't let him separate us, ok?” I sobbed into Jongho's shoulder.

Jongho smiled. “I know. You're not going to get rid of me that easily.”

I smiled under my sobs.

Jongho helped me change into my nightgown and brushed my hair as carefully as if I were made of glass.

He helped me into my bed and tucked me in. He kissed me goodnight on the forehead but as he was about to leave, I called him back.

“Jongho?”

“Y/n?”

“Could you… sing to me? So I can fall asleep?”

Jongho smiled softly and sat on the edge of my bed.

But instead of letting him sit there, I pulled him into bed with me, which made him gasp in surprise.

I giggled and he slipped under the covers with me. I cuddled up to him and he hugged me to him.

He began to sing softly to me and the last thing I heard before I fell asleep was Jongho.

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merymoonbeam · 4 months

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Fionn

CC3 spoilers

in my wild hunt post I theorized that High King Fionn wasn't dead but was sleeping because Sarah loves to take inspo from the myths and in myths it says that he is sleeping in a cave.

According to the most popular account of Fionn's death, he is not dead at all, rather, he sleeps in a cave, surrounded by the Fianna. One day he will awake and defend Ireland in the hour of her greatest need. In one account, it is said that he will arise when the Dord Fiann, the hunting horn of the Fianna, is sounded three times, and he will be as strong and as well as he ever was.

and after hofas and what we learned about his "death" I went to find more. (that research paper about fionn's death)

we have different version's of his supposed death in myths.

This slight text unites three elements that recur, singly or in combination, in virtually all accounts of Finn's death; hence it could be argued that most versions of the death of Finn descend from the Aided Finn tradition. These are: 1.the leap (that is, Finn's death occurred when he failed to complete a jump across a stretch of water); 2.the Luigne (that is, the Luigne Temra were involved in Finn's death, often decapitating him); 3.the drink (that is, the act of drinking from an adarc or of drinking a poisoned drink caused or hastened Finn's death).92

when you take a look at the leap cause...it involves a fairy lover.

In these two accounts, although the depth of detail and the source length are different, the same narrative core is to be found: Finn trysts with the fairy lover of a character called Taoileachd mac Chuiligeadan. When Taoileachd discovers this, rather than having the two come to blows, the fairy lover makes a judgment that whoever best performs a leap will be the man she chooses. Both accomplish the forward leap and Taoileachd then challenges Finn to make the leap back. Taoileachd accomplishes the leap but Finn does not. Finn falls into the lake whereupon Taoileachd decapitates him.

Theia was Fionn's lover.

My mother and father, Fionn, had kept their love a secret through the years, knowing the Daglan would find it amusing to tear them apart if they learned of the affair. But they were able to meet in secret—and to plan their uprising.(hofas)

and there is that his age played a role in his death.

Finn's death either singly or in smaller groups, e.g. that his death occurred as a consequence of or was closely associated with a leap, that he was decapitated, that he died at a river or other body of water, and that his age played a role in the event.

Theia killed fionn bc she thought the right to rule was hers and fionn was getting old.

After centuries with an empty womb, my mother bore both my sister and me within a span of five years. My father was fading by then—he was centuries older than my mother. But Fionn did not consider my mother a worthy successor. The crown should go to the eldest child, he said—to my sister, Helena. It was time, he thought, for a new generation to lead. It did not sit well with my mother, or with many of those in her court— especially her general, Pelias. He agreed with my mother that Helena was too young to inherit our father’s throne. But my mother was still in her prime. Still ripe with power, and it was clear that she’d been blessed by the gods themselves, since she had been gifted children at long last.(hofas)

and his death by a body of water.

The image shifted to some sort of marsh—a bog. Fionn rode a horse between the islands of grass, bow at the ready as he ducked beneath trees in bloom. My parents often went hunting in the vast slice of land the Daglan had kept for their private game park, where they had crafted terrible monsters to serve as worthy prey. It was there that he met his death. A dark-haired, pale creature that could have been the relative of the nøkk in Jesiba’s gallery dragged a bound and gagged Fionn into the inky depths of the bog, the once-proud king screaming as he went under. Horror rooted Bryce to the spot. Theia and Pelias stood at the water’s edge, faces impassive. Petals began falling from the trees. Leaves with them. Birds took flight. As if sudden winter gripped the bog. As if the land had died with its king.(hofas)

so as you can see...it fits well with how fionn "died" in the myths to how it is described in the book. He died bc of a fairy lover, in a body of water.

now coming back to his "not being dead"

supposedly fionn is buried atop a mountain and there are stones.

'Shee-Mór and Shee-Beag' (D1) says that Finn is buried atop a mountain, this time Shee Beag in Co. Limerick, where a giant lived and in which giants throwing stones feature, while 'Old Irish Tales/Cavan1' (D19) informs us that Finn is supposedly buried under a stone on Ardkill Mountain, but because 'he is supposed to have been buried under so many stones that it is hard to say which he is buried under.'

I theorized in my wild hunt post that it could be Ramiel and that's why it was sacred to them. and I found this.

The location of the grave is sometimes combined with a feature of the landscape known as Suidhe Finn or Seefin, a placename for a hill or high ground in which hunting is usually good; such sites are readily associated with Finn, the fían, and their hunting exploits in literature and folklore.70 Association of elevated places called Suidhe Finn may have led to the association of further hills and mountains with the fían, as we see above with Murmod hill, or the stone features which were easily incorporated into giant lore may have been the original reason for such associations. Both could have easily played a role in these places becoming associated with Finn's grave.

hunting? blood rite? fianna the warriors of fionn in myths is also connected with a rite.

Scholars believe the fian was a rite of passage into manhood, and have linked fianna with similar young warrior bands in other early European cultures.

and this is blood rite?

“What’s the Blood Rite?” “What it sounds like.” He rubbed his neck. “When an Illyrian warrior comes into his full power, usually in his twenties, he has to go through the Blood Rite before he can qualify as a full warrior and adult. Would-be warriors from every clan and village get sent in, usually three or four from each—all of them scattered across an area in the Illyrian Mountains. We’re left there for a week with two goals: survival, and making it to Ramiel.”(acosf)

so....is Fionn really buried under Ramiel?

#kinda more of an analysis of my wild hunt theory post with more myth connections and book quotes nothing new #cc3 spoilers #this is all a theory okay? 🫡#hofas #hofas theory #fionn

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wibzenadarksiderwithasoftheart · 1 month

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Stubbornness and unicorns

I did something, or rather this post made me do it.

I blame @prahacat 💜

I'm actually grateful, because it finally got my stubborn muse in gear to work on a story that has been haunting my brain for some time.

This is shameless fluff, mpreg, pregnant Obi-Wan (Anakin is the father), and Obi-Wan and Dooku having a moment in Serenno's castle garden.

And maybe there are unicorns. 🦄

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Obi-Wan walked slowly along one of the many well-landscaped paths in the sprawling park surrounding Castle Serenno mindful of his condition. His stately dressed companion graciously matched his speed to his slow pace, mercifully ignoring the small sighs of frustration that escaped him, kindly lending him an arm to lean on as they made their way.

Only when they stopped in the shade of a large tree did he speak while Obi-Wan rested a hand over his bulging midsection, rubbing reassuringly over the spot where one of his children was eagerly kicking at his taut skin.

"While I'm sure it would be hopeless to tell you once again that I don't think these long walks will benefit you when you are this far along, I'm sure my words will be ignored as always," his stern-looking companion declared with an undertone of resignation.

“You are correct in that assumption,” Obi-Wan replied, flashing him one of his most charming smiles.

"As I am sure you are fully aware of, it is a well-known truth that stubbornness is an inherited trait in your lineage, Count."

"It seems so," the older man admitted with a heavy sigh, "and please, Obi-Wan, how often may I ask you to call me Yan?"

"At least a few times more."

Count Dooku of Serenno let out a small frustrated sigh. His lineage was a constant headache that he was convinced would be the end of him one day soon.

Sensing that it would be fruitless to try to persuade his grand padawan to return to his comfortable chambers, determined as he was to wander, he chose not to argue further as they continued.

They walked in pleasant silence under the bright autumn sun who cast its glow over the wide expanse of the castle gardens that was laid out in the imposing shadow of Castle Serenno. The high, already snow-covered mountains rose in the background and in the pale blue sky above them, both moons were clearly visible, Mantero almost full where it stood low above the horizon.

The park was an oasis of green and lush life, where plants native to the planet and imported species were tastefully arranged in a well-organized style with clean lines that reflected the planet's ruler. Paths and small streams ran between tall trees and bushes, creating intricate patterns and a pleasant background sound with their muffled gurgling. In some places, large open lawns were replaced by small groves of trees, both evergreen and deciduous, in their golden, red and orange fall splendor. Beds of late flowering herbs gave off a pleasant spicy fragrance that mingled with the ripe scent of malum fruit.

Obi-Wan and Yan had just stepped into a small clearing surrounded by tall spruces when a group of slender and elegant creatures surrounded them, only slightly shy to get close to the bipedal creatures.

They were an extremely rare species, reminiscent of equus in their appearance, and thought to be extinct. But a small group still existed, their existence a well kept secret. The beautiful creatures with their gleaming pearly white skin and long elegantly twisted horns had long been sought after prey, not so much for their beauty or rarity, but because they were highly force sensitive and were believed capable of healing and granting eternal life.

Gently they nudged their soft muzzles against Obi-Wan's bulging belly, neighing low in greeting to the unborn children resting there, attracted by their innocent but already powerful signatures. Honored by their closeness and trust, Obi-Wan gently stroked his hands over their soft ears and smooth horns.

Yan also got his share of attention, though more hesitantly, as some darkness still lingered like shadows around him. But the largest stallion, his horns gleaming golden in the sun, allowed him to stroke his neck in a gesture of trust offered to the one who had originally prevented their final extinction.

Against the wishes of his former Sith Master, Dooku had chosen to save these magnificent creatures when he had tracked down the very last of their kind, starved and scared. Under the influence of his former padawan and his young apprentice, he had brought them to Serenno where they now thrived and multiplied.

Five slender foals romped playfully among the adults eagerly seeking Obi-Wan's attention.

TBC

#star wars #fanfiction #writing #my muse #inspration #fanfic #star wars fan fic #obi wan kenobi #yan dooku #count dooku #obikin #mpreg #unicorns #mythical creatures

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hey-there-itskayla · 8 months

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A Fairy and A Human (Creek)

I don't know what to put on the title bu meh, so anyways, @cyncerity here's the fic based on that small idea that I've shared with you 👀

Anyways Enjoy :]

Word count: 1.2k

Craig left the highschool with a tired face, accompanied by Tweek, his boyfriend. He smiled slightly as he listened to him speak and although he wouldn't admit it, he loved listening to him tell his problems or worries.

They walked together until they reached the blonde's house, giving him a kiss on the cheek and saying goodbye while saying that they would see each other the next day at class.

Craig continued walking until he got inside a forest, approaching a specific tree. There was a small door embedded in the trunk, while on the sides there were two windows through which a fairly dim light came out.

Craig closed his eyes and a few seconds later, large blue butterfly wings appeared on his back, while on his head, a pair of antennae.

His size had also changed, going from 5' 7 to 4 inches tall, making it possible for him to use the door embedded in the tree. He approached the door, opened it and commandeered the two adults and the girl who were inside.

"How were classes today?" The woman asked him. "As always mom... I'm going to the room for a while..."

Craig and his family are butterfly fairies, although his father used to be a human who could shrink to the size of a fairy, but he stopped being that when he kissed his mother and became a fairy like her, nullifying his powers of being able to change size.

Craig was born a fairy, but inherited his father's past powers, making it possible for him to change from fairy to human. However, his little sister, Tricia, did not inherit any powers so she was just an ordinary fairy.

After a while distractedly looking out the window of his room, he left his backpack on the floor and left the room. "I'm going to fly for a while, I'll be back in a few hours." He said as he left, closing the door and not letting his parents answer him.

He flew out of the forest, entering South Park again heading towards Tweek's house. Craig liked to look at Tweek from time to time while he was in his fairy form.

He approached his bedroom window, frowning when he didn't see the blonde in the room. He pushed a little, knowing that the window was open and fluttered into the room.

He perched on the nightstand, looking around the room, seeing it a little messy. He probably should help him sort it out later or the next day... he let out a sigh as he moved his wings with the intention of taking flight, but for some reason he couldn't do it.

He stopped moving them, suddenly falling on his hands and knees, unable to get up. His gaze went downwards to see what was pinning him down, his eyes widening as his face paled.

A glue trap. He had gotten stuck in a glue trap. Craig tried to keep his calm as he tried to think of why Tweek had a glue trap on his nightstand although he didn't have to think much as he heard Tweek's mother from afar.

"Tweek honey, be careful not to touch the glue trap I left on your table." "O-Okay, I-I'll be careful..." 'Had it been Ms. Tweak who set the trap? Well, that made some sense I guess...' he thought for a few seconds before realizing the situation.

Tweek was heading towards the room! Craig flapped his wings in panic, desperately trying to get out of the glue even though it was practically impossible on his own.

One of the reasons he was panicking was because he hadn't told Tweek anything about him being a fairy since it was a family secret and because… right now Tweek was fucking huge compared to him. He thought at the same time that Tweek stood in front of the table, he and Craig staring at each other.

Suddenly Tweek put a cup on him as he let out a scream. "T-The underpants gnomes are b-back!" Craig let out a sigh as he calmed down a bit, or at least tried to, still listening to Tweek yell about gnomes in a panic.

A few minutes passed until the room fell silent, Tweek finally calming down. Craig half closed his eyes as the light hit his face as Tweek finally lifted the cup from him.

The blonde watched him for a few seconds, opening his eyes wide seconds later. "CRAIG?!" He shouted in surprise. Craig slammed his eyes shut for a moment before opening them.

He wished his hands were free of the glue so he could cover his ears. "Hey honey…" Tweek seemed to realize how loud he was to Craig and that he had hurt him by accident, so he tried to speak lower.

"I-I'm sorry, I must be pretty loud to you... B-But how are you a fairy?! What happened to you?! S-Surely it was the North Koreans!" He said panicking again.

"Tweek honey, calm down, this is not the work of the North Koreans or other people, this is my true form!" He said, trying to calm his big boyfriend down. And apparently it worked, as Tweek stopped talking in a panic and looked at him confused.

"H-Huh…? W-What do you mean…?" Craig let out a sigh as he explained. "I was born a fairy, my parents and sister are fairies... although apparently I'm the only one of them who can transform into a human... so, you've been in love and dating me in human form..."

Craig's wings trembled for a second as he let out another sigh and looked away. "I'll understand if you're disappointed and don't want us to be together anymore..." the room was silent for a few seconds, the fairy still avoiding eye contact with Tweek.

"Craig... I-I don't care if you're a fairy or not... I-I'm not going to leave you because of that, I-I like you anyway. J-Just because you're smaller and have wings, i-it doesn't change the fact that you're still Craig. I-I'm going to continue loving you anyway." Tweek said softly as he crouched down to get a better look at his boyfriend, who looked up and looked at him in surprise.

"L-Let's get you out of there, okay?" He continued talking as he stood up and left the room, only to return a few minutes later with a damp cloth.

He crouched down in front of Craig and began carefully rubbing the glue off his arms and legs. "I-I have informed myself and water is very effective with this type of traps, y-you will be free in a few minutes." He said while still concentrating on freeing him from the glue.

Just as he said, in a few minutes, he was finally free of the trap, which Tweek threw away. Meanwhile, Craig stretched briefly and looked back at his giant boyfriend.

"...You… really don't care?" "O-Of course not Craig, I love you so much!" He responded happily, picking him up and hugging against his chest, careful not to hurt him.

"You're adorable Craig!" The fairy blushed at those words, replying. "I-I'm not adorable Tweek!" The human simply laughed, his cheeks a little red from laughter.

Craig looked at Tweek, who was still laughing, a soft smile forming on his face as he blushed slightly.

This wouldn't be so bad after all.

Craig's wings are based on this butterfly species btw :]

#south park g/t #g/t south park #sfw g/t #g/t #g/t community #g/t writing #tiny!craig #t!craig #fairy!craig #shifter!craig #craig tucker #giant!tweek #g!tweek #human!tweek #tweek tweak #g/t creek #craig x tweek #kayla writes

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May i request a gn or male reader whos basically the child of loki thats being on Shield’s watch for a long time since [reader] is literally the child of Loki, thr man who basically struck an attack on new york. The reason as too why [reader] was on midguard was too take a break from all that was happening on asgard, on earth [reader] ends up getting too know peter parker, even goes to peter’s school. So one day [reader] takes peter to asgard too show himaround asgard amd peter ends up meeting Loki, [reader]’s father.

How fun!, I twisted it a little at the beginning but I hope you like it

Asgard

You’ve been staring the letter from almost 30 minutes and all you could think about it is how dreadful it would be to leave mid exams.

You’re smart that’s something you inherited from your dear father Loki, but the studying part you despised with passion.

"Hey what you looking at?" Peter Parker, aka spider man was looming over your head to look at the nice hand writing on the letter, he couldn’t read it obviously but he was curious neither the less.

"I’m invited to Asgard for lunch with grandmother and father"

Peter blinked at you confused, why would seeing your family be awful you sounded like you adored them.

"Peter time works differently on Asgard, a day there is a month on Midgard"

"Oh!"

"Exactly, it has to be fast and quick…"

Peter nodded then looked down at his wrist watch, a spider man one, Ned had got it for him as a funny birthday present.

"I have algebra next, I’m not gonna learn anything on my own so how about I go with you?"

"Really? You want to come with me? Wouldn’t your aunt be worried though…" Peter shook his head before pulling out his phone.

"There, texted her I’m staying with a friend after school" you jumped to your feet immediately, with a swift hand move your earthly clothes changed into something more appropriate for Asgard, peter panicked a bit but you assured him it was only mandatory on you as a prince.

The leave to your surprise wasn’t that easy, a couple of the police force were waiting in the park and questioned you visitation and needed you to inform the stark tower that you’re leaving with peter.

After all of that you two went on your way.

The journey was short all thanks to your powers and a little something you stool from your sweet family but what they didn’t know didn’t hurt them.

"Wow…you live here?"

"Yeah not too shabby ha!" You joked. Peter practically sprinted with you, hand in hand until both of you reached the inside of the palace.

The guard directed you to the gardens where your family was already waiting for you.

Upon seeing both your grandmother and father you gave a little bow out of respect to the queen, petter immediately followed suit.

"I did not know you’ll be bringing company my child" said Loki. You tugged peter in front of you.

"This is peter Parker sir, spider-man" you introduced peter who looked a few seconds away from having a panic attack. Peter only heard of Loki and knew of he did obviously but still didn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of him.

"Spider child…my son seems very fond of you young man" you coughed into your fist awkwardly, Loki only gave one of his up to no good grins.

"Any friend of my grandson, is a friend of ours, sit down child" frigga please her heart sat peter down next to her and change the subject before Loki could embarrass you.

Frigga asked about your education and what peter did on the side with his spider man actives, Loki did the same but managed to embarrass you each time, Peter was never gonna let you live it down.

"Father, would you mind if I showed peter around asgard?"

"I see no harm, but don’t go bothering the horses you don’t want to get kicked in the crotch again"

"That was long ago!" Loki just chuckled with your grandmother while Peter tried to hide his growing smile. Yup definitely a trip to remember this one was.

#peter parker x y/n #peter parker x male reader #peter parker x reader #imagine #mcu #spider man x reader #spider man imagine #father loki

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Heroes and Thieves, Ch. 23

Title: Heroes and Thieves Fandom/Universe: BTAS, pre/post-RotJ flashback

Summary: A story about second chances, healing, and having hope.

Rating: PG-13, for references to character death, child psychological torture and trauma.

Genre: Romance/Family/Friendship/Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 2,196 Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22

Also on ff.net and AO3.

We were just kids just living in Wide-eyed innocence Minivan floor like a tenement We were just kids who believed in More than just dreams In more than just justified ends to a means

-Switchfoot, "Who We Are"

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Between.

Gotham Central Park. A harrowed, hunched form had parked himself on a bench overlooking the playground, where a group of children were engaged cheerfully. Peacefully. Safely. Hanging upside-down from the monkey bars, taking turns on the slide while their doting parents watched and applauded at each successful landing; boosting their precious little ones on the swings, higher and higher towards the horizon. It reminded Tim of the time he and Cassandra had sat there together, holding hands for the entire length of the afternoon. …She wasn’t here now though. He was alone.

…Or so he thought, but he suddenly felt a familiar shadow fall over him. Only stocky rather than slender. He didn’t even need to raise his head to guess who it was.

“I thought you and Cass were in Hawaii.”

“We came back as soon as we heard the news.”

Conner reclined on the resting next to Tim, who retained silence for an agonizing interval before finally stating:

“My wife’s pregnant.”

A thump on his back.

“Congrats, man. You finally knocked her up.” His companion grinned. “I was wondering if you two even did it, to be honest.”

Tim shamefully hung his head in regret.

“…It was an accident.”

“That’s a real nice way to refer to your future offspring. Look at it this way, you’ve got a story to tell the tyke when it grows up.”

“This isn’t funny, Kon.” He descended his frazzled forehead further into his palm. “What am I even gonna do with a kid? I can barely handle functioning normally on a daily basis, how the hell am I going to be able to take care of someone else? I mean,” he added spitefully, “it’s not like I exactly have the greatest track record of role models to go by.”

Conner’s own brow furrowed in faint frustration.

“Look, you think you’ve got daddy issues, you’re talking to the guy who has half of Lex Luthor’s and Superman’s DNA.”

“Sorry.” Tim swallowed sympathetically. “It’s just… What if I do end up like my dad? I could’ve inherited something bad from him…”

Conner sighed.

“Tim, buddy, you’re the one who told me genetics don’t work that way. Remember when I found out Luthor was my secondary DNA donor, I thought I had a 50% chance of suddenly turning ‘psycho’ myself in my sleep.”

“Or of going bald.”

Tim couldn’t help but taunt, and Conner flushed slightly, recalling that nervous period of constantly checking his hairline in the mirror each day.

“Point being… Everyone’s expected me to turn out to be either the world’s greatest hero – or the world’s greatest villain.” He looked down at his fist, clenching tightly in determination. “Ultimately, I chose to use my powers for good, not because of Superman, or Cadmus – but because I wanted to. Carve my own path. Show I can be more than just a weapon – what I was designed and purposed for – no matter what anyone else says.”

He clapped his company’s shoulder.

“Listen: You can choose who you want to be. You’ve already proven that by becoming a hero yourself. You are not your father. You’re you. And you’re the coolest, smartest, nicest guy I know. So stop worrying, quit beating yourself up, and trust me when I say you’re gonna be fine. ‘It’s’ gonna love you, because I do. So does Steph. And Cass. We all do.”

Tim rotated slowly to confront Conner, who beamed broadly.

“Remember, I’m here for you. All of us are. If you need help with anything, just ask.”

Tim stared at him, before restoring his gaze to the ground.

“You know… When the two of us first met, I was in a really bad place.”

“And now?”

“…Now?” He lifted again, and smiled. “Now… I’m in a good place. Thanks to you guys. You’ve all been as much of a ‘family’ to me as Dick and Barbara. Heck, you’re practically like a second brother. I don’t know where I’d be if I hadn’t met you when I did. I’m… really grateful for you being there.”

Conner rubbed his neck in embarrassment at the gushing words of appreciation.

“Ah, jeeze. C’mere, you.”

A large limb lunged around Tim’s shoulders, drawing him suddenly into a half-embrace.

“Kon!” Tim glanced apprehensively aside at the sound of giggles and whispers coming from two teenage girls passing nearby. “Hey, c’mon, we’re in public. People are watching.”

“So? Let them watch. I want the world to see how much you’re valued.”

Tim blinked, but accepted the bear hug, reciprocating amiably. Burying his face into the symbol on the other’s wide, warm chest. For a brief instant, it brought back a vague, tingling memory of being held and soothed by someone of similar size and build, dressed also in black…

Finally separating, he laughed sheepishly at the sappy scene, surreptitiously wiping his eyes.

“Look at us, two grown-ass men – acting like total chicks.”

Conner chuckled as well, and as if to assert his masculinity, lightly tapped the other’s cheek with a playful punch, teasing in a mildly mocking manner.

“I take back what I said before about you being cool. You’re still a dweeb.”

“And you’re still an ass,” Tim parried risibly with visible good humor, ribbing back in riposte.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

As they idled there like inept idiots, awkwardly avoiding acknowledgement of affection after the fact, another visitor with red on its breast ironically fluttered down onto the path before them, seeking handouts. Conner glimpsed anxiously at his comrade out of the corner of his eye, but Tim remained relatively calm as he obliged and pulled out the leftovers from the work lunch Steph had packed him, compassionately scattering crumbs of sandwich crust. After a minute of mute feeding, Conner quietly cleared his throat.

“…For what it’s worth, you’re still a ‘superhero’ in my eyes. Absolutely nothing that’s happened since then can ever change that fact.”

Tim wryly rolled his eyes, emptying out the residual rye before crumpling the wrapper and tossing it towards the nearest bin – marginally missing the mark so it bounced off the brim instead.

“You never even knew me when I was Robin,” he snorted.

“Yeah but…” Conner squinted contemplatively up at the sky. “For some reason it feels like I’ve known you my whole life.”

“That’s because you pretty much have.”

“Touché,” Conner conceded. “As far as I’m concerned though... You’re my Robin. Always will be.”

“And you’ll always be my clone boy.”

Tim replied with a hint of sarcasm, but smiled sincerely all the same.

As he stood in order to pick up the litter and put it in its proper receptacle, Conner followed suit. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he again bumped the neurotic neat freak on his bent backside, bolstering boisterously.

“Just to make sure you’ve got the message, I’ll say it once more: You’re gonna be an awesome dad. …A dork dad, but an awesome one.”

“Thanks… I think.”

Conner patted supportively.

“Go home to your wife, Tim. She needs you now more than ever. If you back out from this, then I seriously will kick your ass.”

His senses piqued as he turned towards something in the distance. With a wink, he continued:

“Speaking of which, I should probably get back to mine, before she glares a hole in my skull. Heck,” he cupped his palm in a hush, “you’d think she’s the one who has heat vision.”

I heard that.

A stern voice resounded in both their brains, as Conner winced. Releasing dutifully, he revolved and hastily walked off with a reverse wave.

“See you around, nerd. Remember, I’m always a holler away if you need anything. Even if it’s just to talk.”

Tim observed him go, approaching a dark-haired woman and a child with identical bangs and bold blue eyes. Conner stooped to ruffle the boy’s top, before hoisting the bundle up onto his shoulders. Cassandra smiled and nodded towards Tim.

She’s waiting for you.

With that, she took her husband’s hand and strolled off through the garden. Tim breathed out, before heading off in the opposite direction – towards home.

…

Stephanie was still seated at the kitchen table when Tim arrived at the house, having apparently yet to clear away the cups from a surprise guest tea with her college girlfriend, who dropped in unexpectedly after receiving a confidential call just this morning. Instead she was surveying absently out the window, running her finger along the rim of the mug, deep in thought. Her eyes elevated upon his entrance, and she smiled.

“Hey. Welcome home, honey~”

Tim crossed over and immediately answered her by leaning into a long, intimate kiss, to which she certainly didn’t object.

“Boy, considering I was throwing up in the toilet the last time we saw each other, you’re in an awfully adoring mood now.” She made a whooshing motion in order to jog – jibe him. “I mean, you just ran out of here like you saw some roadkill.”

Gulping, he cast a quick, knowing look towards the containers on the counter.

“Conner came to see me today too.”

“Oh, I see.” Steph pouted, pushing him away. “So that’s why you’re being so romantic all of a sudden. You feel guilty for cheating on me, is that it?”

Tim gave a weak laugh, and wrapped his arms reassuringly around her. They stayed like that for a while, his chin nesting gently on her golden crown as they admired the similarly-hued sunset.

“…I’m sorry for leaving you like that. I… haven’t really been able to figure out how to react to all this. If I should be happy, or terrified, or…”

She swiveled around, petting his jaw in forgiveness and understanding. She could see from the shaded lines around his sockets how stressed out and scared he was.

“It’s okay to be both, you know. I’m scared too. When… I gave birth to my daughter, I had a dream that my dad came to take her away from me. Even though he was supposedly ‘dead’ at the time, I was still so frightened he’d suddenly show up one day and claim her, train her to become a criminal like him. …That’s part of why I gave her up for adoption. I thought she deserved a better life – not one raised by the Cluemaster’s own dumb daughter, who went and got herself ‘preggers’ while still in high school by dating another loser deadbeat.”

Tim lowered himself down to her level, kneeling before her as he gripped her tautly balled knuckles.

“We’re not our parents, Steph. You’re clever and kind and beautiful, plus the strongest – not to mention most stubborn – person I know. You’re gonna be a great mom. And I promise I’ll be here with you from now on, 100%. Every step of the way.”

Her grasp unfurled, and he uplifted her tips, lips caressing in a courteous gesture that made her feel like a princess. She smiled, and responded to the noble deed with a token of her own fondness to her templar’s temple.

“We’re gonna do this together,” she agreed. “And we’ll be better.”

After a pregnant pause, she considered:

“Wait, so does this mean you’ll wait on me hand and foot now?” A mischievous grin formed. “‘Cuz if so, not to be cliché, but I’m really craving me some pickles dipped in mashed potatoes at the moment.”

Tim chuckled again.

“Whatever you desire, milady.”

“Hey, the little guy wants what it wants.”

At that, Tim tentatively reached out towards her tummy, and she indicated it was okay to touch, guiding his curious paw there. He felt the softness of the fabric, well aware that a fetus wouldn’t be showing any signs of movement at this stage, but marveling at the notion there was indeed a life growing inside of there. A life he helped to create, that he had – must have – experienced once (even if he couldn’t bring himself to recollect it anymore), nurtured and safeguarded against the harshness of the outside world. Who knew nothing yet of pain or sadness – just how cruel the world could be – only pure, unadulterated love.

…

…And when his son is finally born and he holds that tiny, squirming life in his trembling palms for the very first time, he makes a vow: To protect that unpolluted innocence at all costs. That he will never let anything bad happen to him; that his father will never abandon him. …Urging him to cry all he can now, because there would eventually come a day when he can’t anymore – even if he wants to. When he needs to be both brave and tough, and keep moving forward despite whatever difficulty he may encounter, make his own choice someday.

And yet… He feels tears rolling openly down his own ducts as the infant’s mother – his partner – family – rests against him, exhausted but elated. He soon realizes his own weeping isn’t an expression of sorrow either… but one of joy.

…

And when they simultaneously ask Cassandra and Conner to be the baby’s godmother and father, respectively, the two are more than honored and glad to be of service. …After all, they’re only returning the favor.

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They said it's complicated They said we'd never make it this far But we are They said the fight would break us But the struggle helped to make Who we are We've got nothing left to lose There's still time enough to choose

#TimSteph #Tim Drake #Timmy Todd #Stephanie Brown #Conner Kent #Cassandra Cain #Batman the Animated Series #Batman Beyond #DCAU #Return of the Joker #fanfiction #starstories

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Indycar Driver Lore

Indycar Driver Lore Masterlist

David Joseph Malukas

Birthdate: Sept. 27, 2001 Hometown: Chicago Residence: Chicago Height/Weight: 5’10”/150lbs

Rookie Year: 2022

Team: None

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Career Stats

2022: Dale Coyne Racing w/ HMD Motorsports - 16th Overall 2023: Dale Coyne Racing w/ HMD Motorsports - 17th Overall

-2021 INDY NXT by Firestone runner-up, claiming seven wins, 16 podiums, six pole positions. -In 2016, started racing cars in Europe before focusing on the Road to Indy and racing in USF2000 in 2017 and Indy Pro 2000 in 2018. Also raced in Formula Regional Americas Championship Powered by Honda, where he finished second in the series with two wins and 15 podiums. -Was a multi-time karting champion who was featured on TruTV's "Kart LIfe" in 2015. -A first-generation Lithuanian American and the only son of immigrants who moved to Chicago in 1991, David inherited his father Henry’s love of racing. Grew up watching his father race at Road America. He wears both flags on his suits -David lives in the southwest Chicago suburbs – not far from Dale Coyne Racing’s shop – and enjoys mountain biking, hi-fidelity music and “I’m a bit of a gamer.” -loves to dance -david was homeschooled for high school due to being in europe for karting -never had a prom/standard high school experiences -was very homesick during his time in europe -used to know some german and italian -plays more strategy heavy games like Hearts of Iron and Stellaris, but does play mainstream games like Apex: Legends and Beatsaber as well -Uses Beatsaber for reaction-time practice -Can't have coffee anymore. Used to be addicted and his doctor said no more. -star wars fan, said his favorite season was season 7 and thinks Cad Bane is a cool villain -fan of Chelsea FC

-Dad and Mom (Henry & Daiva Malukas) are owners of: -HMD Trucking -HMD Bar & Grill -HMD Motorsports

Iconic/memorable moments David's episode of Bus Bros. INSIDE THE RACE // DAVID MALUKAS AT BARBER MOTORSPORTS PARK Tom Griswold Interviews David Malukas (2022 Indy 500) The Rookie Chronicles 2022 TRACK WALK // LONG BEACH WITH DAVID MALUKAS 2022 PACE CAR LAPS // TAKUMA SATO AND DAVID MALUKAS AT BARBER Marshall Pruett and David Malukas practice/quali/race reports 2022-23 2022 RACE RADIOS // DAVID MALUKAS AT WORLD WIDE TECHNOLOGY RACEWAY How did 20 year old IndyCar rookie David Malukas celebrate on the podium W/O champagne? “OMG They’re Penskes!”

Tiny car race David Malukas vs. the NBC admin. JAVA WITH JAMES // DAVID MALUKAS Welcome to the team David! Welcome David Malukas Trying Different candy part 1 part 2 Holiday Tree Blindfolded Challenge Holiday Family phototshoot Behind the Scenes Baking Challenge: Part 1 Baking Challenge: Part 2 Spill your guts game Intro Part 1 Part 2 Off Track with Hinch and Rossi – The Papaya One Malukas injures hand in mountain bike accident Malukas out for six weeks following wrist surgery Arrow McLaren staying the course with Malukas as his rehab from injury continues ARROW McLAREN RELEASES DAVID MALUKAS FROM TEAM Statement from David Malukas: Malukas released by Arrow McLaren David Malukas gets to know Will Power on and off the track | Over the Wall | 2024 Indy 500 | INDYCAR

David is genuinely happy and excited to be in the Indycar series and it shows. He is enthusiastic, ready to participate in any social media activity, even the embarrassing ones. Despite driving for a team on the lower end of the budget scale, David has shown remarkable results on occasion and always expresses awe to find himself racing against the big names and big teams of the series. His talent is undeniable at just 21 years old and we will be watching his career with great interest for many years to come.

Look, I’m trying to be objective about him but he’s so stinking cute and fun and I think everyone should adore him. As a friend said, just a cute little fairy creature who decided to be a racecar driver for whatever reason. He’s all happiness and sunshine and it’s rare to see him sad or upset.

Fanfic Lore There are really no set pairings for him. He’s been sort of adopted by the Bus Bros as a Bus Cousin. Battled for the IndyNXT championship title with Kyle Kirkwood and they are friends. Karted with Christian Lundgaard in Europe when they were kids.

ROOKIE PALS, RIVALS LUNDGAARD, MALUKAS CROSSING PATHS AGAIN

#indycar rpf #indycar #fanfic #driver lore #david malukas

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ffion451 · 2 years

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Rebel with a Cause | A JJK, KTH oneshot

Summary: Sweet, shy Jungkook has been pining over a girl for months - is he too nervous to make his move or does he realise that her links with his gang’s rivals would make any move a suicide mission?

Characters/pairings: Jungkook x f!reader, Taehyung x f!reader

Genre(s): Dystopian au, SMUT with a teeny smidging of angst

Warnings: SMUT (protected and unprotected penetrative sex, rough sex) unhealthy relationship dynamics, power imbalance and suggestions of coercion (NOT dub-con).

Note: Please see the note at the end when you’ve read!

Word count: 11.8K

Beta credit(s): 🌙 @moonleeai and 🍒 @cherrysoulth - two excellent and wonderful people who confirmed that this mostly makes sense!

When exactly did your world end? Unlike some Hollywood blockbuster, there was no defining event, instead a slew of pandemics, followed by economic and environmental collapse saw your world just decline into the nightmare-scape that it now is. Nobody really remembers the glory days of this vast metropolis anymore, its memory is erased by the effacing misery of its now ghettoised state, shut off from the rest of the country. This city is by no means unique, every other city is the same, they all hide behind high walls, all fending for themselves, mistrustful of outsiders; every passing year breeds further distrust of the world beyond the city walls, the idea of an outsider now synonymous with threat and danger.

What was the tipping point from lawfulness to lawlessness? Again, it’s nearly impossible to pinpoint, but it could be when local government and the police simply capitulated and gave in to the reigning chaos. Power never disappears though, it simply transfers, and the vacuum was quickly filled by every power-hungry bastard in the city. The struggle for power was brutal and short, by the time the rival gangs had fought it out, only two remained, each equal in influence and power, though very different in their methods.

On one side there was Park Joonggil, a CEO of vast influence and wealth, he had never been averse to breaking the law as and when it suited him before the collapse and so flourished now. Joonggil, a man of exceptional intelligence, had all the suave adaptability of a true psychopath; when society collapsed it he simply took it as another business opportunity and saw the change in his operations as ‘diversification’. Joonggil’s gang, though he’d only ever refer to it as his ‘organisation’, ‘corporation’ or ‘company’, are all shaped in his image. He expects his associates (read underlings) to present as professionally as he does, the result is a team of exceptionally suave and capable people. Though the head of a vast empire, his inner circle is small, compromising his most trusted colleagues: Kim Namjoon, his second in command, a man of ruthless intelligence with a keen mind; Park Jimin, a man of breathtaking duality who can negotiate through any situation with an unending reservoir of charm; finally, Kim Taehyung, a man who can smell an opportunity from a mile away and acts without hesitation.

The other half of this power sharing alliance already had roots in the underworld of the city before the fall. Their leader, Jang Dongsoo, better known as ‘Big Boss’, had been a gang leader all his life, his role inherited from his brutal father and the son is very much in that image. Dongsoo’s gang (unlike Joonggil he doesn’t shy away from the term) are undoubtedly more at home with the seedy underbelly of the city and are not afraid to get their hands dirty. Dongsoo views his gang as his foot soldiers and, whilst he can be terrifyingly violent, he is also paternal, watching over them with a sort of stern fatherly affection. Just like Joonggil, he too has a small band of lieutenants: firstly there is Kim Seokjin, a man who’s handsome face masks the shrewd, calculating mind behind it, not to mention the explosive rage he’s capable of; Min Yoongi is possessed of the same incisive mind, but he is far more controlled, he’s often the ‘ideas’ man, with a sharp focus that can rival any of the schemes devised by the Park Corp; finally, in the last few months Dongsoo has taken a shine to a foot soldier of seemingly immense talent who seems to be able to succeed at any task he’s given. This kid, who he’s come to refer to as his ‘golden maknae’, has made a real impression on him and he’s begun to groom him for success: his name? Jeon Jungkook.

No matter their branding, whether they’re in the sharply tailored suits of the Park Corp or the typical leather jacket, ripped jeans look of the Jang gang, the two groups are essentially the same: both are headed by men with a insatiable desire for power and wealth, both with an innate belief in their own superiority and their entitlement to devotion and respect. Both organisations maintain a rigid hierarchy that is almost exclusively male and neither are shy about trading in, or making use of, prostitution, drugs or any other racket that brings them wealth. They have little value or time for anyone outside of their circles, doing all of their business in two large buildings, that serve as housing and offices for the elites.

Across the sprawl of the city, business, districts and associations are divided between the two fairly evenly; there are very few places in the city that are truly neutral. One of these rare places is Hobi’s bar, it’s neutrality maintained by both groups; they use the bar as their meeting place when they need to negotiate or discuss anything and the arrangement works. Hobi, sunshine in human form, presents no ground for opportunity for either Park or Jang and so they see no value in trying to recruit him, instead they rely on his neutrality and the existence of his bar as a safe zone. Hobi might be all sweetness and light but he has a very clear morality that he absolutely will not compromise, no weaponry or drugs are allowed or tolerated on his premises, neither is harassment of his patrons, especially the women, these are rules that all uphold and respect.

It’s that final rule that his always mattered to you; it’s the reason you’ve always felt safe at Hobi’s and it’s why, over the years, you’ve spent so much time there, well, that and the fact that he is one of your dearest friends. Of course, spending so much time at a bar frequented by the most dangerous men in the city was bound to bring trouble sooner or later.

Sooner, as it turned out.

“Here again, I see,” smiles Hobi, gently waving the bottle in his hand.

Jungkook nods at the offer and slides his glass down the bar towards Hobi who catches the glass deftly, filling it before bringing it to the downcast man slumped at the bar.

“Are you ok, kid?” he pries carefully. He’s always cautious with Jang’s men, so many are volatile and though this kid has been haunting the bar for months now without a hint of trouble, he’s still on guard.

“I’m not a kid,” Jungkook says in little more than a whisper. “And I’m fine.”

Hobi smiles at that, deciding to give it one last shot, “Sorry, mate,” he cajoles, “I’m a neutral here, so you wanna talk about it? Is it woman trouble?” he teases.

Jungkook raises his head to look at him then, the big doe eyes swimming with emotion that is clearly aching to be released. When he speaks, his voice is surprisingly gentle, “Man, you have no idea -” he begins, before spilling the entire contents of his heart out.

Over the next hour Hobi learns a lot of things about Jungkook. Firstly, the boy really is very sweet and only a few years younger than Hobi. Secondly, he’s really quite handsome, even more so when he smiles, giving away a flash of a cute bunny grin. Thirdly, he learns that Jungkook is head-over-heels, off-the-chain, fully-obsessed with a woman that he’s been watching in this bar for months and he’s never even spoken to her. If he wasn’t so earnest, so truly and completely besotted, Hobi would be worried. Yet, there’s almost a naive purity to Jungkook, despite his gang affiliation, that suggests he’s not some weird creep or stalker, just a young man with a crush so dehabilitating that it paralyses him and makes it impossible for him to simply talk to this woman who is the obvious focus of all his desire and affection.

“She’s just so perfect, hyung,” whines Jungkook cutely, clearly comfortable now with Hobi and asking him for the kind of support and advice he’d never dare approach Jin or Yoongi for, “she’s so sweet and kind to everybody around her and I just want to talk to her, I just want her to notice me.”

Hobi presses a little harder, asking if it’s only nerves that prevent him, because he senses Jungkook is holding something back.

Now at ease with Hobi, and his tongue loosened by alcohol, Jungkook loses some more of his inhibitions and confides further, “I think she has some kind of arrangement with one of Park’s men,” he whispers and immediately sees that Hobi is going to point out that that is more than a red flag, rather it’s a carnival of flags, all with ‘leave this alone’ emblazoned on them, but Jungkook continues on, “I know what you’re going to say, but I’ve been watching her for ages and I think she’s being, like, forced into it. She doesn’t look happy at all.”

Hobi sighs, “Your a nice guy, Jungkook, but whatever the deal is, if involves one of Park’s men, for your sake and hers you should leave well alone.”

Jungkook knows the kind older man is right. The problem is, the second Jungkook sees you, he just doesn’t care.

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Later than night, Jungkook is so drunk that it is a mystery of physics that he is still somehow mostly upright at the bar, teetering precariously on his barstool. You’ve only just arrived, you make a habit of being around to help Hobi lock up. It’s for your protection rather than his; you help him lock up and then you walk to your apartment block together as he lives a couple of floors beneath you.

You smile brightly at Hobi and begin to stack stools and chairs on tables ready for the cleaning lady in the morning. It’s only then, as you clatter the stools around him, that Jungkook realises he’s the only one left at the bar, and he staggers to his feet in embarrassment. Th laws of physics can only be held at bay for so long though, and gravity catches up with Jungkook as he loses his footing.

He doesn’t crash to the floor though and it takes his inebriated mind several seconds to realise it’s because you’ve slotted yourself under his arm and are steadying him, moving him away from the bar stools. He hears your voice, though it echoes distantly in his drunken mind, “Hobi, can you get this kid some water?”

“’m not a kid -” is all he is able to mumble before he passes out.

The next morning Jungkook wakes, confused as to where he is. He sits up, realising his leather jacket has been taken off him and is neatly folded on the table beside him, it sits next to a litre bottle of water in an ice bucket and, practically if not a little grossly, an empty ice bucket in case the worst happened (luckily, it hadn’t). Beside these things are his keys, switchblade, phone and chapstick, all in a neat little row. He groans and stretches, shrugging off the blanket that’s been placed over him.

After several minutes where he’s checked his phone, rubbed his eyes and gulped down half the water, he hears the door to the bar unlock and open. He tenses immediately and almost reaches for knife when he pauses at the sight of your smiling face, keys in one hand, two coffees in a carry case in the other and two paper bags of takeout balanced on your arm as you try to navigate through the doorway.

Jungkook is on his feet immediately and rushes over to help you and it doesn’t take you two long to awkwardly negotiate your burden and to come to sit beside each other at one of the booths near the couch he’d slept on, the door safely locked behind you.

You’re the first one to speak, “Good morning,” you smile, “I figured you’d be hungover and hungry and a little confused,” you say gently.

He smiles awkwardly in return, “You did this for me?” he asks gratefully as you nod, “I passed out here last night, didn’t I?” he cringes.

You smile and confirm his worst suspicions, “Don’t worry about it though, as totally off-your-face drunks go, Jungkook, you’re a very sweet and pliable one.”

His eyes narrow slightly in suspicion, “How do you know my name?”

You wince then in discomfort, “You don’t remember telling me?”

Jungkook groans and puts his head in his hands. If he had a choice, he’d rather be shot than have to look up at you again. Moments from last night bubble up from the murky depths of his subconscious: he remembers waking up as you manoeuvred him with Hobi on to the couch; he remembers you telling him to empty his pockets so he wouldn’t crush anything or hurt himself in his sleep; he remembers telling you that you were lovely as you tucked him in; he remembers the feel of your fingers gently brushing the hair from his face as he started to drift off, catching your voice as you wished him sweet dreams.

He wishes that was all he could remember.

Sadly, in the moments between, he also spoke to Hobi. As he recalls, at the time he thought he was whispering, but now, in all the horrifying clarity of the day and soberness, he realises it was less of a whisper and more a sort of hoarse shout. He had told Hobi, several times, that you were ‘her’, the girl he had been pining for and fantasising about. He can’t remember the precise words, but given your evident mortification, he had made his feelings more than clear.

He groans for long minutes before you try to lure him from his hunched ball of shame, “Jungkook, come on man, your breakfast is getting cold, eat with me!”

Being rude is worse than being ashamed for Jungkook and so he raises his head, fishing the contents out of the paper bag you’ve thrust at him and thanking you repeatedly before stuffing his face as an excuse not to speak further.

Together you drink coffee and eat in silence, it’s not altogether uncomfortable as you smile continually at him in encouragement and slowly his embarrassment starts to subside. As the meal comes to an end, and the last dregs of coffee are tipped into your mouths, he tries to find the confidence to speak again to you.

Finally, as he hears another set of key in the door and watches it begin to open he rushes words out, “Can I please see you again?”

You smile, but you seem a little confused and he seeks to elaborate, “Because…”

A voice then joins in, “…because you’re the love of his life,” supplies Hobi with a grin, reenacting one of the more dramatic declarations of the night before to a groan from Jungkook, who buries his face in his hands.

He’s surprised to feel your own hands close around his wrists as you gently pull his hands from his face and it sends a delicious thrill through him. He dares to open his eyes and you are smiling kindly at him, “Ignore Hobi,” you say softly, “I’d like that; I’d like to see you again.”

It’s then that his face breaks into the widest most-bunny like smile, “Really?” he asks with childlike excitement. He notices that you are shyly embarrassed in the face of his enthusiasm and he finds it even more endearing: he was right about you all this time, you’re just as sweet as he thought you were. Whilst Dongsoo encourages Jungkook’s wide-eyed wonder with the world around him, the others, especially Jin and Yoongi, laugh at him for it, always warning him that the world is a dark place and nobody can be trusted. As Jungkook looks at you now, and finds that you’re all he thought you were and more, he knows that they’re wrong.

You speak then, “Really. I’d like to be your friend. Though things are complicated for me,” you say awkwardly, “I’ll explain when we get to know each other better.”

Jungkook smiles, certain that whatever your situation is with the Park Corp together you’ll overcome it.

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Over the next couple of months, Jungkook falls harder and deeper for you. The two of you hang out regularly, seemingly dating despite the fact that he seems to have made no progress beyond holding your hand on a few occasions: though he’s horny as hell and deeply frustrated, he accepts the situation as it is. He’s so head-over-heels, and it’s still such early days for the two of you, that he won’t push his luck and risk losing the relationship he’s building with you.

One night, having drinks together at Hobi’s bar, Jungkook can’t help but notice that a pair of dark, dangerous-looking eyes glare through from the group of Park Corp men at the corner of the bar and watch your every movement. Jungkook doesn’t say anything but he can see you’re aware of it and that you seem to quail under the attention. Eventually, he can no longer handle your discomfort and asks you about what’s going on.

It’s then that you smile sadly and explain your situation to him. You’d grown-up next door to, and attended the same school as, Kim Taehyung. You’d never really been close friends but you’d always been part of each others’ lives. As you grew up and felt the danger of your position in the world with no family other than sick grandparents left by your early twenties, Taehyung’s power and influence was a necessary safety net for you and he took you under his wing; you were essentially marked as Taehyung’s property. For a long time that hadn’t really meant anything, just that you had protection and could continue to live mostly free from harassment in the city, everything has a price though. Over time, it became clear what Taehyung’s was.

You seem mortified as you explain to Jungkook the nature of your arrangement with Taehyung; you’re clear that there is no love or even real affection there, just his lust and the need to fulfil his desires. You also put at end to Jungkook’s protestations that he, and the Kang Gang, can replace that protection and accept you into their fold. You see too much danger in it, too much risk for both you and Jungkook and it’s too early in your relationship to take that risk, you’re not going to free yourself from being trapped by one gangster to turn to one you hardly know.

It’s hard for Jungkook to accept, but there is such an earnest desperation within you that he lets it go, even if he’s clear that it’s something he’ll want to discuss again. He leans over the table and strokes your cheek with the backs of his tattooed fingers in a gesture of comfort; he struggles to contain his smile as you lean into his touch and then catch his fingers in yours before bringing them to your mouth where you skim your lips across his knuckles. Your eyes meet for a moment and something undefinable passes between you, simultaneously soft and gentle whilst being sharp and hungry.

“Outside, now,” commands a deep voice, and instantly you look at Jungkook in warning. You needn’t have bothered though because Taehyung only says the words in passing as he strides past your table on his way to the back door of the bar.

“Go home, Jungkook,” you say softly as you stand, clearly embarrassed.

“I’ll see you Sunday, yeah?” he checks as he gets to his feet, pulling you into a quick fleeting hug before you turn away from him and follow Kim Taehyung’s footsteps, your head hung in shame.

Jungkook is nearly at the door out of the bar, when a gut-feeling, a twist of intuition, tells him he can’t leave you like this. Quietly, moving through darkened shadows, he makes his way slowly through the bar, careful not to draw attention, until he reaches the door you and Taehyung passed through.

He presses the door open gently and it leads onto the darkness of a narrow brick-lined passage way strewn with debris and graffiti; he holds his breath as he listens for you and it then, at the far end of the alley that he hears a rhythmic thudding and spies an old structure, like a shed, that’s little more than a frame, covered over with thick sheets of milky white, partially translucent plastic, its edges lifting in the breeze.

There’s a light within, it looks like its cast from a camping lantern, and from that dull light he can see the outline of a woman sat on some kind of surface. Looming over her, from between her legs that are spread and wrapped around him, is a man thrusting violently into her. Jungkook knows it’s you and Taehyung and though sickened, if unsurprised, he draws closer.

As he nears, he begins to hear the wet sounds of your bodies joining together, the gasped breaths, moans and grunts of effort. He doesn’t realise how close he’s drawn until the wind teases at the edge of the plastic again and parts it, it’s then that he sees Taehyung pull you to him, kissing your neck and whispering in your ear as his hips slow, his thrusts driving deep now, causing you to whimper.

His eyes flicker up, and he catches the outline of another body, realising immediately that it’s Jungkook, a smirk plays at the corner of his lips and when he speaks, it’s louder and more purposeful, “I’m close,” he groans, “you’re so good for me, always so tight.”

He begins to chase his high then, battering into you with a desperate fury and you cry out, pained, “Please, Taehyung - ”

“Fucking take it,” he growls, a hand tangling in you hair, pulling it back so he can lick a wet stripe up your throat, “remember who this cunt belongs to.”

He continues to pummel you before repeating his words, “Who does it fucking belong to?” he growls as you scream out.

“You, Taehyung, you!” Jungkook watches pure pleasure write itself over Taehyung’s face as he comes inside you exactly as you speak the words.

Moments later Taehyung is pulling out and tucking himself back in his trousers, throwing a handkerchief from his suit pocket at you.

“Clean yourself up and make sure you’re home when I come over later, yeah?” he asserts before he walks away from you towards Jungkook, who has now retreated further down the alley though, knowing he’s been made, he doesn’t attempt to flee.

When Taehyung reaches Jungkook he has a dangerous smirk on his face, “I know who you are,” he begins without preamble, “you’re Jang Dongsoo’s little wonder boy, and so you think that makes you untouchable.”

Jungkook returns the smirk with one of his own, “Doesn’t it?”

Taehyung laughs coldly then, “Let’s be clear. I don’t care if you two want be besties, plait each other’s hair and paint each other’s nails and have movie nights; I don’t love her and I don’t want her. I do own her cunt though, and I don’t share, so keep your grubby little paws off her,” he commands as he straightens his tie.

Jungkook frowns, hating the way Taehyung speaks about you, “And if I don’t?”

For a moment he doesn’t think Taehyung is going to answer as the older man walks past him and reaches the door back into the bar. Yet, when pulling the handle towards him as he steps through, Taehyung looks back at Jungkook and delivers his final warning, “I mean it - I don’t share. She’s been my friend nearly all my life, but if you touch her, I’ll kill her without fucking hesitation,” he says flatly, without any feeling, and is gone.

Jungkook feels sick with shock and only seconds later, leaves the alley and the bar behind, not wanting you to know what he’d witnessed.

When Jungkook sees you on Sunday, he realises Taehyung couldn’t have only spent the rest of the night after he fucked you in that alleyway with you, but probably the whole weekend; you’ve done your best to hide the marks across your neck and clavicles, but Taehyung has clearly spent a lot of time sucking and biting the signs of his ownership across the canvas of your skin. Jungkook also hates to see the way you’re moving carefully, your body evidently aching from whatever marathon fuck session Taehyung has subjected you to.

He changes the plans he had for the two of you, and instead settles for a picnic on the rooftop of your building, abandoning the strenuous hike he had planned to one of the few green places left within the city limits. As you gather supplies, obvious eager to get out of your place, he notices that all the windows are open wide, and his sensitive nose notes the still lingering smell of sweat and sex. From his place on the sofa, he turns his head to look around, and smells Taehyung’s cologne on the fabric, making him wince internally.

When you’re finally together on the roof, he’s able to relax, especially when you’ve had your fill of the the delicious snacks he brought and you lay with your head in his lap, looking up at him as he talks to you about his weekend and the various jobs Dongsoo has had him doing.

He looks down at you fondly as you express concern for his safety, he knows you’ve never been interested in any of the details of his gang life, never really engaging but you always listen to anything that’s about him, always taking time to express worry, or to show your admiration, or to congratulate him on an achievement. It’s now of the many reasons he believes he’s falling in love with you.

He tenderly brushes the hair from your face, “Thank you for worrying about me, honey,” he says, recently he’s adopted the pet name for you and he’s hoping you’ll let it stick.

“Don’t thank me,” you say warmly, “I should be the one saying thank you! Thank you for being my friend and for everything you do for me, including this picnic,” you ramble on, trying to get him to agree to take money from you to pay towards the treats he bought; he finds it remarkably endearing.

“I don’t want anything from you,” he says earnestly; he needs you to know that his relationship with you isn’t like yours and Taehyung’s, it’s not transactional, everything that he does for you is based on his growing love for you, not what he can get from you.

When you’ve sullenly agreed not to pay him, he smiles, “I do have one favour to ask though,” he asks before he tells you of a lavish party that Dongsoo will be throwing at his Penthouse in a few weeks, begging you to come with him. He wants you to go, to stay at the building over night, promising you that you’ll be safe, that Dongsoo would never allow harm to come to you.

It takes a long time for you to agree. You disappear downstairs for a while and when you return, you say that your grandparents, ill as they are, are prepared to lie and say you’re visiting them at the city limits, in case Taehyung checks.

“I can only stay one night though,” you insist, you never talk about Taehyung if you can help it, so it’s noticeable when you do, “he can never know; he’d kill me.”

Jungkook nods heartily in agreement, pulling your body close to his in a strangling hug, and wonders if you know how true the words you have spoken are. He swallows hard in discomfort, but satisfies his conscience with the belief that being with him makes you as happy as it does him.

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“That dress is Gucci” says a quiet voice beside you.

You turn to face the man, he’s handsome, cat-like, clever-eyed; immediately you’re alert to the danger he could pose.

“Well?” he prompts.

“Well what?” you respond, careful to keep your tone flat, “you made a statement, you didn’t ask a question.”

He eyes you in cold appreciation, clearly deciding you’re worth his time, “That’s fair,” he asserts before he fixes you with a question, “here’s a question for you then: do you know who dresses exclusively in Gucci?”

You appraise him coldly, with more confidence than you feel, “Who are you?”

“Min Yoongi,” he replies lazily, and watches as you piece together who he is, “answer the question please,” the polite word does nothing to hide his demand.

You smile coldly, “What’s the point in this?” you ask rhetorically, “can we just skip to the point you want to make? You evidently know about my connection with Kim Taehyung, so please just be direct.”

Yoongi smiles momentarily, “I like you,” he states, with a slight narrowing of his eyes, “do you like our maknae?”

You smile genuinely then, “I do,” you say warmly, “though maybe a little less enthusiastically than he’d want. He’s a sweet guy, he’s nice to me and he doesn’t offer me his protection just so he can call me a whore and fuck me in alleys, so yeah, I like him.”

Yoongi nods slowly, “Why is Kim Taehyung obsessed with you? I don’t mean to be offensive, you’re very attractive and obviously a good person from what Jungkook says, but Taehyung could have anyone, why does he buy you expensive dresses? Why just you?”

You shrug, “Do you think he tells me?” you say hopelessly, “I think it’s power and power only. He’s known me forever. We were once good friends. He buys me things because he thinks I provide a service for him, it’s like tipping, I suppose. I’m convenient, unthreatening and he seems to enjoy the things he does to me.”

Yoongi looks at you in pity then, “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry,” he says kindly.

You shrug and blink away the tears that rise in your eyes, “It’s worth a lot,” you nod, “I understand that you’re suspicious of me, but I don’t want to be here, I don’t want your protection and I don’t want any affiliation. I’m only here because I want to be a friend to Jungkook and he asked me.”

Yoongi nods, “I understand,” just before he takes his leave of you, he keeps his voice low, “maybe give him a chance though? Maybe it’s worth being fucked by someone less brutal for a change?”

You suck air between your teeth at the crudeness of the comment, but he’s already gone, leaving you discombobulated.

The night stretches on and you’re grateful for the time you have with Jungkook because he’s seemingly in constant demand. Earlier, Yoongi asked you why Taehyung was in to you, but right now, watching women flock around Jungkook, you have to wonder why Jungkook is.

Eventually, the party draws to a close and Jungkook appears to escort you to a guest room. As he shows you around, you thank him, “Where do you sleep?” you ask innocently.

“A couple of floors above,” he smiles, “just below Big Boss,” he explains.

You nod, “I see,” and you try to hide your nervousness.

“I could stay,” he says in a low voice that you’re unfamiliar with, his eyes are dark and his expression looks hungry.

You say nothing as he steps closer, your heart beating against your ribs like a caged bird.

He’s before you now, smiling in his cute way, but there’s a dangerous gleam in his eye, “We’re in a bubble now,” he smiles, “the outside world and its rules don’t exist. There’s no gangs, no Kim Taehyung, just you and me.”

You gulp nervously as his eyes darken and his voice deepens, “Let me love you.”

Before you can respond or even breathe, he’s moving closer, one hand tucks a stray strand of hair away from your face, the other comes to rest around the back of your neck. You take a ragged breath in, and then the flat of his palm comes to rest on your cheek before his mouth meets your mouth. His lips press against yours and you yield to him, your lips parting, he seizes the opportunity to kiss you more deeply, his tongue slipping into your mouth. He runs the tip of his wet muscle along the edge of your teeth before he laughs throatily, betraying his desire. Soon his mouth is back on yours and you can feel the lust exude from him as his kisses become more hungry, more uncontrolled, more fierce.

The more he kisses you the more his grip on you changes, though the hand holding your head in place remains constant, the hand of your face travels across your shoulders and down your back until it reaches your ass, its purpose there seems twofold: firstly, to grope and knead at the flesh and secondly, to hold you in place as his grinds and rubs against you, his dick hardening as he begins to hump against you like a dog in heat, breaking his kisses now so he can pant desperately.

“The bed,” he groans into your mouth, “please can we move to the bed?”

Before you know what’s happening, you’re thrown to the bed and Jungkook is standing at the foot of it, staring down at you like you’re the last banana milk in the convenience store. He falls to his knees and undoes the fiddly, small buckles on your heels, pulling them off before kissing up your bare legs in speedy, sloppy kisses. Halfway up your thigh he meets the hem of your dress and pushes it up so it gathers at your hips, kissing all along your upper thigh where he pauses and sucks in a breath between his teeth.

Jungkook had been pleased that you arrived at the party in your revealing dress with unmarked skin, but now he sees that Taehyung was simply concealing his marks of ownership; the soft flesh of your inner thighs are painted a deep, blackish purple where Taehyung has evidently bruised every inch of you that his mouth can reach around your core. Hating Taehyung, but undeterred, Jungkook presses his lips to the soft silk of your underwear kissing through the flimsy fabric to the sensitive flesh beneath causing you to cry out, drawing another throaty laugh from him.

“Take your dress off, honey,” he commands, but his tone is clearly desperate.

You flush then, “I can’t,” you whisper, “I don’t want you to see me.”

Jungkook smiles kindly, “I want you so fucking bad,” he groans, “trust me, you’re fucking beautiful and I want to see every inch of you.”

It’s then that he notices that though you’re shy, there’s evidently more to it and he asks perceptively, “What has he done?”

You look mortified and can’t make eye contact with Jungkook as you explain that Taehyung has decided that as you’re so fond of Jungkook you must be into tattoos and so you should get one. He has been using a temporary ink over the last few weeks to test various designs. As Jungkook slowly peels your dress from you, half in dread and half in arousal as your soft flesh is revealed to him, he begins to see what you mean: all along your pelvis, under your belly button and, as he hooks a finger into your underwear, all the way down to the folds of your cunt is written “Taehyung’s” in various different shapes, sizes and styles and varying degrees of being faded out. Jungkook has done many questionable and immoral things in the service of Dongsoo, but he has never yet killed anyone and until now he’s really never wanted to. Nonetheless, if someone put a gun in his hand at this moment, he’d blow Taehyung’s brains out.

You’re so embarrassed at Jungkook witnessing your humiliation that it takes some time of him lying beside you on the bed, him still fully dressed, you only in your underwear, for you to relax. For a length of time he strokes your hair and talks softly to you of everything and nothing until you unwind in his arms and your stiff limbs soften. It’s then that his mouth finds yours again and soon you’re on your back while Jungkook lies over you, his tongue chasing yours, his hard cock pressing into you from the restraining fabric of his suit trousers.

Soon, Jungkook is fighting his way out of his clothes as he kisses you tenderly until you’re both in your underwear, kissing lazily as his rock-hard bulge presses into your dampening underwear. It’s when he finally frees your breasts from your bra that he loses control, instantly grasping at the flesh with his tattooed hands, sucking a nipple into his mouth as he teases it with his teeth before turning his attention to the other.

When he hears you whimper out, he eases the drag of his teeth on the sensitive nub. The tension deep in his gut, his heavy balls and throbbing cock are all telling him he needs to rail you senseless but his mind is filled with Taehyung brutally ramming into you in that alley way; that’s not what Jungkook wants. He wants your first time together to be a time where he shows you how much he loves you and so he slows everything down. He gently eases your underwear down your legs and, after scrabbling around in his discarded trousers for his wallet, he eases a condom down his length, finally shedding his underwear.

He rejoins you on the bed then and continues kissing you as he lays between your legs. He feels you shudder pleasurably each time his cock twitches against your thigh and he smiles as his lips cushion yours until, finally, you gasp into his mouth as the head of his cock presses against your hole. He takes your hands in his then, interlacing your fingers with his and pinning them beside your head as he kisses you deeply, pushing his cock into your tightness, surprised by how tight and resistant you are despite your wetness. When he finally bottoms out and breaks away from you so he can pant, he starts to understand why Taehyung exclusively cleaves to you an no other woman.

Jungkook smiles down at you, noticing the tears leaking from your eyes, “Can I move?” he asks and you nod fervently, clearly in discomfort.

He establishes a languid space then, fucking you deep and slowly, so that you feel every ridge and vein of his cock and he pushes into you and then drags out of your tight walls, his pelvis grinding against your clit, his hips rocking into you to bring you near the edge.

After what feels like hours of exquisite joy and torture, Jungkook’s impressive stamina starts to wain and his ability to hold back even more so. His hand comes between you then as he massages your clit and his hips begin to snap into you that bit faster, that bit more fiercely, as he feels his impending high grow ever closer.

You come without warning, faster than he expected and he grins at you, not once breaking eye contact as you give him a fucked out, dazed and glassy smile; his thrusts falter then and soon he collapses on you as he spills into the condom with a yell of satisfaction, your hands gripping his muscular back, clinging to him in your afterglow.

“I love you,” he whispers into your shoulder and feels your body tense and he pulls back to look at your nervous face, “Don’t worry, I don’t expect you to say it back,” he says generously, though he’s desperate for you to, he really doesn’t expect you to.

“I really care about you, Jungkook,” you say honestly, “Any normal woman would love you, I guess I’m just a bit broken. It will take me longer.”

Jungkook reassures you that you’re not broken and that he can wait as he shepherds you to the en-suite where you clean each other up before you climb back into bed and fall asleep in each other’s arms.

A knock at the door wakes you hours later, but not Jungkook, who’s totally at peace in the safety of his building. With difficulty you ease yourself from under Jungkook and you clothe yourself quickly in the sweats you brought with you before you answer the door. The glowering figure of Dongsoo fills the doorway as he eclipses the dimly lit corridor.

“I think we should talk,” he mutters, taking in the sprawled naked body of Jungkook in the room behind you, the smallest scrap of blanket covering his ass as he lays flat out on his stomach.

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“It’s agreed then,” Dongsoo says as he walks you back to your room, a gentle smile on his face and you nod amenably before you re-enter your room and shut the door softly behind you, sighing in gentle relief.

Dongsoo had taken you to his office and told you that he would claim no affiliation that you didn’t want but that he’d support your ‘friendship’ with Jungkook and that you’d always be welcome at Jang Tower. As a shrewd man he obviously added that that was entirely dependent on how Joonggil behaved; Dongsoo admitting readily that if the Park Corp found the arrangement not to their taste that he would have to rethink his decision. You admire his honesty, you know he seems to like you and that he cares deeply for Jungkook, but he won’t compromise the safety of his men, or his empire, for one woman he barely knows.

Taking a deep breath, and avoiding waking Jungkook, you climb back into bed.

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A month later and Jungkook is concerned: after seeing you regularly in the couple of weeks following Dongsoo’s party where you’d been to the building regularly and you guys had spent much more time together, over a week has passed since he last saw you and he feels you’re avoiding him.

His concern has brought him here, to Hobi’s, and he’s disappointed not to find you here. However, he does spy a group of Park men and an empty chair with a distinctive Gucci jacket hanging off the back of it. Following his intuition he sneaks around the edge of the club and out the exit leading to the alleyway where he hears hissed voices, though he knows he needs to get closer to hear what’s being said, it’s clearly argument between a man and a woman.

Closer now and he hears your voice; you sound exhausted and desperate, “Please Taehyung,” you beg, “please don’t make me do it any more. It makes me feel sick, like some cheap whore.”

Taehyung’s voice is cold, “You’re saying that like there’s a choice,” he says flatly and Jungkook strains to hear clearly, leaning forward; his foot grazes a bottle then, and it makes a dull ringing sound as it topples over. The silence that follows is deafening and his whole body tenses as the moment seems to stretch out infinitely.

Finally, Taehyung speaks again, “You’re a friend,” he says to you, “and you’re not a cheap whore, but you are my whore for as long as I want you so just learn to shut your fucking mouth and spread your fucking legs when you’re told or I’ll be less generous.”

The tremble in your voice allows Jungkook to imagine the tears that must now be flowing freely down your face, “Less generous than this?” you scoff, though your attempt at attitude is undermined by your clear, desperate hopelessness.

When Taehyung speaks, it’s clear he’s moving away from you and towards Jungkook who flees up the alley in response, only managing to catch scraps of Taehyung’s parting shot, overhearing a mention of those sweet, unwell grandparents you’d mentioned before.

Later, when Taehyung has swept from the bar, taking the Park Corp men with him, you emerge through the doorway and are surprised to see Jungkook at a nearby table waiting for you. He feigns surprise to see you coming through the exit door and smiles placidly as you fudge some harebrained and unbelievable reason why you’d be out there.

It’s only later in the week, back at your apartment, that the truth finally comes out, when it does, it feels like Jungkook’s world has ended.

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“I don’t know how Taehyung knows what’s happened between us, but he does,” you explain to Jungkook. You’re sat opposite him on your sofa, legs crossed and your hands in his, “he’s been clear. If anything more happens between us he’ll kill my grandparents,” you say.

You don’t cry, you simply sit, numb with shock and pain. Jungkook tries everything to reason with you, saying he’s sure Dongsoo will allow your grandparents to come live in Jang Tower too and you can all be together and safe. His heart shatters when you then reveal your conversation with Dongsoo and the limitations of the protection he’d afford you.

Jungkook grips your hands desperately, “This can’t be it,” he says, his voice unnaturally high and strained, “this isn’t how it ends for us!” he asserts desperately.

He’s prevented from losing control by the sound of a key scraping the lock, “That’s him,” you say, and flinch from the look of betrayal from Jungkook, “I have to do what he says, Jungkook,” you say sadly, “for my family.”

Neat as a pin in his tailored suit, Taehyung strides into the apartment looking at Jungkook in distaste, “Time’s up, kid,” he says flatly before he turns to you, “Get your shit together,” he hisses as you wipe at your eyes.

“Fuck you,” spits Jungkook, but Taehyung doesn’t rise to it and simply offers him a bored look.

“It’s time to go, wonder kid,” he says drily, before again turning to you, “The CEO wants to see you, so get your stuff, you’re coming to the Park Plaza with me.”

You release your hands from Jungkook’s, unable to look him in the eye, only whispering “I’m so, so sorry,” before you disappear into your bedroom and shut the door.

Jungkook sits in shock, staring vacantly at the closed door you’ve disappeared behind and the wall beside it. Taehyung follows his line of sight and offers a small chuckle that snaps Jungkook out of his reverie.

“Shit, isn’t it?” Taehyung says with a sneer, looking at a stylised abstract painting on the wall beside you bedroom door, “Fuck knows where she got it, or why she likes it. Turns out you can’t fuck taste into someone. Who knew?” Taehyung glances back at Jungkook, looking him up and down and the implication of what he’s saying is obvious.

Jungkook could rip Taehyung’s throat out. He’s so angry that he bounds up and vaults over the sofa, grabbing Taehyung by the lapels and shoving him forcefully across the room until they collide with the wall beside the apartment door.

“You’re a fucking bastard,” Jungkook yells, spit flying in Taehyung’s impassive face, pinning him, his fists balled into the expensive fabric of the suit, “I won’t let you do this -”

It’s then that the door opens again and the tall, imposing figure of Joonggil steps in, staring with haughty distaste at Jungkook, “You have no choice,” he says smoothly, his voice detached as though he’s dealing with a troublesome child, “I’ve spoken with Dongsoo, you are to leave and you are not to contact her again.”

Jungkook opens his mouth to retort but Joonggil simply raises an eyebrow and steps back, allowing Jin and Yoongi to enter. The appearance of his gang brothers surprises Jungkook so much that he releases Taehyung in shock. By the time he realises what’s happening, Jin and Yoongi have his arms pinned to his side and they’re dragging him from the apartment and into the corridor away from you.

Joonggil steps back into the corridor, watching Jungkook depart and then and delivers the parting shot, “Come near her again and I will kill you, her and everyone either of you have ever loved,” he doesn’t even glance back at Jungkook who’s cursing desperately over his shoulder as he’s dragged away. Joonggil simply steps back into your apartment and closes the door behind him.

Jungkook rages on through his tears as his brothers wrestle him from the building. He lets the rage overtake him to ward off the incoming tidal wave of pain and grief: no matter how romantic Jungkook is, he knows, deep in the recesses of his heart, even as it now breaks, that you’re lost to him forever.

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“You can come out now,” Joonggil calls as he shuts the apartment door behind him.

You emerge from your bedroom quietly and he gestures for you to approach with a small jerk of his head.

Stood before him, you look at him nervously as he evaluates you with an inscrutable expression, “You’ve done well,” he says gently, “I know it isn’t what you want, but I think it’s time to come and live in Park Plaza. At least you and Taehyung can be together properly there, even if you forfeit your independence.”

You bow deeply and thank him for his generosity, agreeing to everything he has said, careful to be deferential and respectful.

“Taehyung is lucky to have you,” he says without feeling, “and I am grateful for everything you have done. You have my gratitude,” he smiles briefly, sweeping away from you, “I’ll leave you two alone, I’m sure you need some time.”

He offers a gentle smirk to Taehyung, who has now crossed the room and is straightening the painting he’d earlier been insulting, before he leaves the room.

Now alone, you turn back to Taehyung, imitating his voice, “Shit isn’t it?” you mock, repeating his words from earlier.

Taehyung laughs, running a figure over one of the abstract faces in the painting, tracing the line of red paint that connects the nose to the mouth, “I can say that if I want to.”

“I love that painting,” you frown as he turns from the work and crosses the room towards you.

You give into him as he wraps his arms about you, “That’s why I painted it for you, my love,” he says warmly, kissing the top of your head, before changing the subject “I know you don’t want to come to the Plaza baby, but I think it’s time that we’re finally together properly.”

You pull back slightly and look up at the man you’ve loved your entire life, “All I want is to be with you, Tae, always,” you sigh. He catches your soft breath in his mouth and swallows it down with his, before his lips find yours for the millionth time. He kisses you with all the tenderness of the very first time he kissed you clumsily in his kitchen when you were both only six years old.

“Is that finally a yes?” he asks, a keening enthusiasm underlying his gentle teasing tone.

“Are you asking me to marry you again?” you smile, your stomach fluttering in excitement.

“Yes,” he says, his voice now clearly tense, his body thrumming with energy.

You nod repeatedly, unable to speak, tears flowing freely down your face as he yells in pure joy, his mouth crashing against yours as he walks you both backwards into your bedroom as you both begin to giggle giddily.

“Taehyung, be sensible,” Joonggil warns, as his most devoted colleague paces back and forth rapidly, hands clenched in fists, full of rage.

Taehyung is the angriest he’s ever been. He loves and respects his boss, but this? No. Never. Taehyung will not agree to his girlfriend, the one true love of his life, being used as bait to lure in some pathetic love-struck kid so that the Park Corp can get ahead of the Jang Gang in a trade agreement with a gang in Ilsan.

“It was a fucking joke,” Taehyung hisses, “what the fuck even is this?” he almost shouts in exasperation, looking at Namjoon in betrayal. He’d text Namjoon an hour ago, relaying the story that you’d told of him of your evening and the sweet and very drunk young guy in the bar who’d declared his undying love for you and all that Hobi had told you as you walked home. Namjoon had received the message while having a whisky with Joonggil, who’d demanded that Taehyung leave your apartment and come immediately to the Park Plaza: Joonggil had also insisted that you come along, and that’s where you find yourself now, perched uncomfortably on the end of a large, leather couch as the men around you debate.

You’ve been around these gangs for so many years now that you can read escalating danger rapidly and easily. You know Joonggil is fond of Taehyung, but he’s also something of a psychopath and you can tell his patience is wearing thin with Taehyung’s anger and refusal to do as he’s told.

You and Jimin exchange a silent but meaningful look and you realise your instincts are right; Joonggil’s patience with Taehyung hangs by a thread.

“I’ll do it,” you say firmly, “but on my terms.”

Joonggil fixes you with a cold stare as Namjoon and Taehyung look at you, all agog, “Good,” he nods, “we shall discuss terms.”

That final statement makes your blood run cold as you realise that you were foolish ever to think you had any say or control of the situation you’re in.

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You don’t remember first meeting Taehyung. Neighbours from your infancy, he’d always been a presence in your life, the two of you inseparable from your youngest years. You first kiss had been from a shy, 6 year old Taehyung when you gave him your last strawberry. Later, when your teenage years found you, he’d been your first real kiss.

As you grew up and the danger of the world became more apparent, you two kept your friendship secret. Taehyung knew he was destined to join his family in working for Park Joonggil, but he’d be damned if he let you get caught up in that. Nonetheless, one sticky summer found you two exploring each other’s bodies for the first time as you lost your virginity to each other in an abandoned building, one of the many clandestine places you two would meet up. You would hang out, talk, sit together, kiss and, as your friendship matured into deep love and commitment, the place where you’d fuck like rabbits, insatiable in your desire for each other.

Now, both adults, you know that Taehyung is the only man you will ever love.

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“Babe, I admire your loyalty, I really fucking do, and trust me, I feel sick at the thought of him anywhere near you,” Taehyung wheedles, “but you’ve been out with this guy so many times now and you’re not getting anywhere nearer Dongsoo - you’re going to have to give him more.”

You cuddle more closely into Taehyung’s sweaty chest, “After fucking me senseless, you’re telling me you want me to let Jungkook touch me?” you ask incredulously.

“You know I don’t,” he reasons, “just hand holding, a little kiss, I don’t know - just let him believe you feel something for him.”

“I do feel something for him,” you fire back, “he’s a good guy - he’s sweet and gentle and kind and I feel like shit for doing this to him,” you sigh.

Taehyung pulls you closer, he’s not jealous that you’re fond of Jungkook. He knows you’re his, always have been, always will be.

“Baby, I love you,” he sighs, “but what choice do we have? You know Joonggil, it won’t be just us in danger if this doesn’t go as he wants.”

You shudder at his words and he nuzzles into your hair, “He’d never really hurt you, Taehyung, I don’t think, not seriously anyway, or your family,” you say, mostly believing your words.

“I don’t know about that,” he wonders aloud, “but it doesn’t matter because anything that happens to you or your family is the same as it happening to mine. I am you,” he insists.

“You are me,” you return, with a soft smile.

Together, you lie in the dark, the lights from the city splashed across the walls in neon violence and you both silently wonder how you’ll make it through this situation and the strain it places on your both.

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Taehyung breathes heavily as he turns on the camp light, “Will he follow us out here?” he asks, looking around the dark alley.

“I think so,” you whisper.

In Hobi’s bar, Taehyung had been seething with rage as he watched Jungkook cosy up to you, until he noticed you tapping three splayed fingers against your thigh: the SOS sign the two of you had devised and he’d rushed to his feet, doing the first thing that came to mind and insisting you meet him outside. Now, in the privacy of the secluded alley, you’ve just explained that Jungkook has figured out there’s something going on between the two of you and you spool out the tangled web you’ve woven.

The two of you stand for a moment in nervous energy before Taehyung grins naughtily at you, “Well, if he’s coming, shall we give him a show?” he suggests, blood instantly flowing to his cock.

“What are you thinking?,” you ask cautiously, though your voice is laced with excitement.

“Let’s let him think I’m using you, just like you say I am,” he grins, “I won’t hurt you, babe, but let’s let him think I am. We need him to buy this story and it might put him off trying to fuck you a while longer.”

You smile awkwardly, “It’s a good plan, but honestly I don’t think he’s that desperate to fuck me,” you demur.

Taehyung moves closer to you with a dark look in his eyes as he pulls your skirt up and your underwear down before lifting you onto a nearby surface, “I bet he fucking is,” he growls and he grips your jaw to deliver a ravenous kiss to your lips, “because I always am, no matter how many times I’m lucky enough to have you.”

With a moan that gives away all of your desire, you spread your legs and yank him closer by his belt before you begin to tug at the buckle.

A little while later, Taehyung leans into you as he slows his thrusts, kissing your neck and whispering into your ear, “He’s here, don’t sound like you’re enjoying this.”

As you pretend as though Taehyung is using you, you feel cheap and dirty. Taehyung’s cold words and feigned distaste are still hurtful even though it’s only an act and it’s not hard for you to begin to cry and play the role of his whore. When Taehyung leaves you and you’re left clutching his handkerchief, the tears roll flatly down your cheeks.

That night you open your door to an ashen-faced Taehyung, “Let’s never do that again,” he says with a trembling lip, “I’d rather he touches you than see you like that again,” he says with heartfelt pain. You collapse into each others’ arms before you spend the rest of the night, the rest of the weekend in fact, inseparably close as though somehow the bond between you can be made concrete and physical through force of will. By Monday, you’re both exhausted but certain that nothing will ever come between you.

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Jimin looks as sick as you feel.

“That’s what Joonggil said?” you ask, numb with shock.

Jimin nods, looking bilious, “He said that you have to fuck Jungkook at the party because it’s the only way in. Only then will you have enough access to the building to find out about the Ilsan deal so we can undercut them.”

You look at each other, both abject in your misery before you say, simultaneously, “Taehyung can’t know,”

You smile drily and humourlessly at each other, more grimacing than grinning, before Jimin continues, “He’d kill Jeon Jungkook before he let him near you. He can’t be told until it’s done.”

“I understand,” you say, “I can hardly bear the thought of it, but there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for Taehyung.”

Jimin nods grimly, “I know.”

You feel like you’re going to be sick, “Jimin, I don’t think I can tell Taehyung.”

Jimin gives a second, grim nod, “Tell me when you’ve done the deed and gotten the information and I’ll tell Taehyung.”

You’re too sickened to smile, but you manage to thank him with a vague tightening of your mouth.

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After fucking Jungkook and spending weeks gathering information on the Ilsan deal from your time at the Jang Tower, Joonggil finally consents to you having some breathing time while he reviews the information you’ve gathered and decides whether you’re done or he needs you to continue.

It’s been a little over a week of absolute seclusion for you. You stayed in your apartment, scrubbing your skin raw and crying, doing everything you could to avoid both Jungkook and Taehyung. Today, under Hobi’s concerned insistence, you’ve ventured out and are drowning your sorrows at the bar when Taehyung finds you.

“Any word on whether I have to keep prostituting myself out?” you ask him bitterly and you immediately feel ashamed; none of this is Taehyung’s fault and coping with the idea of you and Jungkook has been very difficult for him. He hasn’t once made you feel bad about it, being a caring, kind and supportive boyfriend despite the fact that you, his girlfriend of over ten years, have fucked another man.

“Let’s talk outside,” he murmurs, nodding towards the door to the alleyway.

Leaning against the damp cold of the brick wall outside, you feel the strength leaving you, “I can’t do this anymore,” you sob, “I hate it so much. I don’t want to do this to us. Fuck Taehyung, I don’t want to do this to him either, he’s a good guy and this is so wrong.”

He nods, trying to contain his own boiling emotions, “I don’t want this either. But what can we do? We can’t leave, nowhere will take us. I can’t leave Park Corp, he’ll kill me and if you openly disobey him, he’ll kill you or your grandparents, or someone else, and that can’t happen. Trust me, thinking that is the only thing that’s stopping me from going crazy over all this.”

“That’s easy for you to say, you’re not the one who has to fuck someone else,” you snipe.

“Trust me,” he scoffs, starting to lose his temper, “there’s nothing easy at all about thinking of you two together,” Taehyung knows you’re hurt, knows you’re suffering, and so he pushes the feelings down, deep down and away so that his anger isn’t directed at you.

“Please Taehyung,” you beg, “please don’t make me do it any more. It makes me feel sick, like some cheap whore.”

Taehyung’s voice is cold, “You’re saying that like there’s a choice,” he says flatly. It’s then that you both hear a sound and Taehyung holds a silent finger to his lips before mouthing “We have company,” at you.

Silently, you mouth back, “Jungkook?” and he nods at the likelihood of it being him.

“I’m so sorry,” Taehyung mouths before he speaks again in a loud and clear voice, “You’re a friend and you’re not a cheap whore, but you are my whore for as long as I want you so just learn to shut your fucking mouth and spread your fucking legs when you’re told or I’ll be less generous.”

Taehyung’s heart breaks at your look of betrayal, even though you know he’s playing a part, and even more so at the tremble in your voice as you weep.

“Less generous than this?” you scoff hopelessly and he reaches for your hand, squeezing your fingers briefly as he moves away from you, walking backwards up the alley, his eyes never leaving your face, beginning to threaten the safety of your only remaining family should you disobey him further: each word is a knife in both your hearts.

He’s almost at a bend now, yet before he turns away he mouths “I am you,”

You smile weakly as he pauses for your reply, and you mouth back, “You are me.”

It’s almost a year before you see Jungkook again; you’ve been careful to avoid him. Now that you live at Park Plaza you have no cause to go to Hobi’s bar, instead you two socialise near to Taehyung’s building, though never within, partly because Hobi doesn’t want to be accused of favouring a gang and partly because, within the building, you feel like Joonggil always has a beady eye on you.

It’s a surprise then, when you’re shopping for vegetables in Park territory, to hear your name called by a familiar voice.

You keep your face neutral, but soft, when you turn to face him, “Jeon Jungkook,” you reply.

He looks you up and down, taking in your relaxed unbranded daywear and it seems to please him that you’re not a Taehyung clone, “You look good,” he says, “how have you been?”

You smile awkwardly, “Oh, you know, same old,” you shrug, “What about you? You look great,” you smile. It’s no lie, Jungkook is even more muscular than when you saw him last, his tattoos now a complete sleeve with a new brow piercing too.

He nods curtly, “You live with Taehyung now,” he states. You make no reply, it’s a statement after all, and one he knows the truth of, and so you say nothing.

“I’m sorry for your situation,” he blurts out, catching your hand in his and stroking his thumb over the backs of your fingers and you’re surprised that your fingers reflexively tighten around his, holding his hand in yours.

He smiles at how you return the contact and doesn’t release your hand, the touch feeling natural between you, “I sometimes wonder if you’d have loved me as much as I loved you if we could have found a way to work out…” he trails off in thought for a moment before he shakes his head, as if to wake himself up from his thoughts, “but I guess we’d both have ended up dead.”

You can only nod in response, shifting uncomfortably.

“I hear Taehyung plans to marry you soon,” he says dispassionately, “he must treat you better nowadays?” your heart twinges at that because you can hear the hope and concern in his voice, the last traces of his lingering love for you.

You nod again, and force yourself to speak, “Things are good,” you confirm vaguely.

It’s then that a group of low-ranking Park men appear and the two of you briefly exchange goodbyes and best wishes before he turns away, his fingers slipping from yours, and you’re puzzled to find that your fingers seem to hover outstretched towards him for a moment as if to call him back.

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At a street corner now back in Jang territory, Jungkook pauses for a moment, leaning against a wall. Idly, he thrums his fingers across his thumb restlessly, the tattooed flesh haunted by the ghost of your touch.

Last week he’d overheard Jimin and Taehyung at one of the few luxury department stores that the city has left to offer; Taehyung was agonising over the material for his wedding suit and Jimin seemed to be in the role of advisor and emotional support. Jungkook had taken time to watch Taehyung carefully and it was evident that he was a mix of emotions, excited, nervous, tense, eager, too many to count in fact. The most prominent feeling though was written all over his face, laced into each syllable of his words, in every soft movement of his elegant fingers across the fabrics: Taehyung was clearly head-over-heels in love with you.

It caused Jungkook to wonder what had happened, his mind pulling apart every time he’d seen you together. After a long chat with Yoongi running through all his thoughts, he thinks he’s finally figured it out: Taehyung had always loved you.

The truth of it was obvious, Jungkook thought, as he pondered it. Taehyung had loved you all his life, but because of his reputation and his psychopathic boss, he’d hidden his feelings from everyone. Jungkook thinks that it must have been the threat of losing you to Jungkook that changed him, it must have made Taehyung finally reveal his feelings to you.

With that thought in mind, Jungkook decided he had to see you. He had to know how you were. Had you let Taehyung into your heart too? Now, resting his head against the sun-warmed brick behind him, Jungkook thinks you might have. Though he could feel that you still have feelings for him, as he does for you, you seemed contented, happy even, and that’s good enough for him.

Jungkook comforts himself that he isn’t like Taehyung; he doesn’t think if he can’t have you then nobody can. No, he can let you go and he hopes that you’ll be happy. With a final, bittersweet smile, Jungkook pushes the sole of his motorcycle boot off the wall and moves forward, heading home.

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Through gleaming floor-to-ceiling plate glass, Yoongi watches Jungkook return across the street to the building and his mind wanders back to the conversation he had with Jungkook.

The things Jungkook said have been simmering away in his mind and are now beginning to bubble and spit: he can’t help but wonder if the timing of your exit from Jungkook’s life and the collapse of the Ilsan deal that came shortly after was coincidental or something more. That deal changed the power balance in the city irrevocably; though the Jang Gang still share power with the Park Corp they have less territory and sway than they once did - Joonggil simply holds more power, land and influence now.

Jungkook’s theory made sense, Taehyung had always loved you. Fine. Yoongi gets it. But what if you’d always loved him too? What if you’d used Jungkook and betrayed him because you loved Taehyung? Yoongi feels like his theory makes equal sense, perhaps even more sense than Jungkook’s.

The boiling pot of ideas in his head now bubbles over, releasing scalding anger. Yoongi is going to do some investigating of his own, and if his suspicions prove true, then he won’t let it go: there’ll be hell to pay for you and Kim Taehyung.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed. Please, please, please drop me a line and let me know your thoughts! Anons are on and my inbox is always open to feedback, requests character asks, etc. Don’t be shy; sharing is caring folks 😘

UPDATE: A little drabble set a few months after the epilogue - THE KISS

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