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hollyhomburg · 4 years

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Reasons Wretched and Divine (Pt. 7)

(Hybrid au) (YoonMinJoon x Reader) (Mafia au)

Summary: After years of abuse, you’ve all finally found each other. But for one of you- the fear still lingers, hidden in the shadows. Yoongi doesn’t want much, just a few more weeks, but he only has until the end of the summer.

Parings: Snake hybrid! Yoongi x Dog hybrid! Jimin x Dog hybrid! Namjoon x Pregnant! Reader, Platonic Vmin, allusions to 2seok,

Genre: Hybrid au, Polyamory au, Hurt/Comfort, Recovery, Pregnancy, Mafia au

Tags: Domestic abuse, references to sexual abuse- and choosing to have sex even though you’ve been through sa, physical abuse, polyamory negotiations, Post-traumatic stress disorder, mute characters, brief gore at the end, pregnant m/c, frottage, marking kink, fingering, oral f. receiving, Voyeurism, exhibitionism, implied death but dont worry I do not write MCD!!!!

A/n: just for posterity's sake! i was drunk when i posted this! enjoy! full gangbang comes in (y/n) next chapter! (oh god im going to hell).

W/c: 10.5k

Song Rec: Like Real People do ~ Hozier

~ Series Masterlist ~

2 Years Earlier

- If Jeon Jungkook where so esoterically inclined, he would write a book on how he had become the most dangerous man in the underworld. It would be a short book though; because Jungkook had only 2 rules for himself. The first was to always get up after he’d been hit during a fight (even if it took him a second) and the second was to know when to mind his own business.

- Jungkook was always able to get up after being hit, Even when he’d been a street kid, with not a penny to his name and a whole lot of anger in his mouth. ready to spit vitriol at anyone who would pause and listen. He’d always been able to get up. The pain giving him a kind of sick clarity that he eventually sought out instead of tried to escape. Jungkook could never think as clearly as he did during a fight; or when he was in pain. And that was probably because of his father.

- But whatever. That man was 6 feet under, (his mother on the other hand- no- that bitch certainly had more than one dept to pay still). He didn’t have a lot of time or energy to put into dealing with that particular trauma (why he honestly felt like sometimes- he liked being hit). Most of his energy went into staying alive. Even now- when living and surviving teetered on the same edge. Jungkook had more pressing matters to tend to than dealing with his own fragile mind.

- The way he would get up and hop around for a second to soak in the clarity after being hit during a scuffle was one of the reasons why he’d been given his street name: The Playboy Bunny; further set in stone with his tattoo of the same moniker under his left eye. A cheekbone he’d tap and say “you want to hit me? why don’t you try your luck and see how well it turns out for you.”

- He was doing reconnaissance, Sneaking around the back alley with his hood up and his glasses on- disguising his black eye that was sure to get more than a few looks from passers-by. The ears of the playboy bunny tattoo peeking out over the top of his mask.

- He keeps his eyes on the crowd waiting for some sort of handoff- to see anything at all. But he’d lost his target through the crowd and has no drive to find them in the dizzying rush of people and umbrellas. Not yet. Not when the hum of addiction lurks in his veins.

- Jungkook pauses lighting a cigarette, when a commotion to the side hidden around a corner- blurs his concentration. The world snapping back into focus when he sinks his fingernails into his palm. Terse voices. A couple fighting in the alleyway perpendicular to his.

- Minding his own business was a particular skill of his- it took one kind of person to know when to step in, and another to know which problems weren't worth the headache. And unless it involved the acquisition money or some step therein, it wasn’t a problem worth getting into in Jungkook’s opinion.

- But Jungkook can’t stop his ears from hearing snippets of conversation, a low and angry male voice. The sound of a smack. “You just had to embarrass me like that, didn’t you? First, you come out dressed like a slob and then you act like a fucking whore- I swear if I see you give eyes to another man this week I'll beat you five ways to Sunday”

- The sound of a soft female voice, so quiet- almost indistinguishable from the pouring rain, “I wasn’t-” another smack.

- Jungkook has been hit so many times he knows the sound of it, the ragged gasp the woman lets out, also quite- like even the pain takes up too much space.

- His body starts to move before his mind thinks it through as he gives up position in favor of investigating the noise. There he sees it, ivy growing up the wall next to the back exit of some restaurant. A woman, small crouching in front of a grotesque man. A baggy coat buttoned tight around her small form. hair swept back in a tight bun. Red lipstick smudged. Though you check your hands and think its blood for a moment before you remember you’re wearing it.

- Jungkook waits for a moment before he watches you stand on shaky legs. you get up.

- The rest of the underworld might be old grudges and blood feuds but Jungkook was only here to be a businessman. He didn’t have time for ego and arrogance, let alone time for altruism...

- Usually.

- He looks on for a moment, too sluggish without nicotine, but Jungkook’s lingering stare almost seems to spur the man on. He’s wearing a jacket with a military patch, a badge; some sort of congratulation for service done no doubt. and Jungkook feels his distaste for the man deepen.

- “What you looking at punk?” he slurs. Stalking forward as if to shove Jungkook. He almost wants to tut- that would be an expensive action. Jungkook wonders if the man is maybe high or drunk or both. He’s has had his fair share of experience with junkies and he knows one when he sees one.

- “Nothing, just a pig beating his girlfriend.” The man settles for shoving Jungkook back. And Jungkook lets him. You don’t look up, don’t do anything but lean to the side, like the brick wall is the only thing keeping you up. Jungkook sees the back of your hand, black and blue, the other bruises on your neck. You only make eye contact with him once. Just slightly. Barely in passing.

- You look like Jungkook used to look. He remembers in the savage bite of an open-handed slap- the fear he sees in your eyes. He looks and looks. And it aches so viscerally as Jungkook watches you go, your hurt echoes through him. You look beaten down and broken like Jungkook used too; before he’d decided he was done taking punches from people who were supposed to love him- Were supposed to care.

- (Before he realized life wasn't supposed to hurt)

- He’s never been one to feel things for other people, the empathy sparing him through most of the suffering he’s seen. It’s not that he’s unfeeling; it’s just that Jungkook’s life has forced him to feel concerned only for himself and no one else. His own survival is his first priority; Not others.

- He watches you walk away, And you don’t look back at him. Rushing to keep up with your husband's steps. He waits until you disappear into the crowd before he lifts his phone to his ear and makes a call. “Hey, I need you to flag all of the cars that leave the parking lot, they’re just a couple, should be coming to you soon.”

- Jeon Jungkook had become the most powerful man in the underworld because of two reasons; by being able to take punches, and by knowing when to mind his own business.

- But For this, Jungkook thinks he can make an exception.

- (You won't remember meeting Jeon Jungkook, but Jungkook will always remember you).

~.~

Now

-It comes as no surprise that your little speech fades after a few days and the rest of the hybrids quick to return to treating Yoongi with a mix of disdain and fear. Though mostly- this seems to be caused by Minhyung's group and the other canine hybrids. Namjoon hears them whispering about ‘favoritism’ before they catch on that he’s listening in. And in the days following your impromptu departure from the farm, you find people quiet even further whenever Yoongi's brought up. Staring when Yoongi comes close, afraid to interact with him.

- Even Jimin is greeted mostly with silence from all but a few. The bunny hybrids don’t act so skittish anymore, and the cat hybrids could care less used to sticking to their own group. Taehyung seems to have encouraged the other bear hybrids to make an actual effort and they at least say hello now. It’s better than the derisive comments of the dog hybrids, or the snooty noses stuck high in the air of the dear hybrids and other exotic breeds.

- They know Jimin is close to Yoongi and Namjoon, and now he feels even more like an outsider that before (somehow it doesn't matter as much as before). The only ones who don’t act overtly different are the new hybrids; Hoseok and the small lion hybrid. but They were never around to learn how to hate Yoongi in the first place.

- it's a little cute- the way that Hoseok will always shout Yoongi's name in greeting (though you're unsure if that's just his personality now that he's started to grow into himself). Hoseok is unbothered by Yoongi's reaction; to shy away from anything that will draw more attention to himself. But Hoseok's smile is so bright and elastic that even he has a hard time ignoring the otter hybrid. You hope there will be a friendship there eventually, that yoongi will open up to more than just your group.

- The little lion kit is a new addition too, she's not the only young feline hybrid you have at the farm but she is the friendliest. She gets pretty close to the other cats that work in the kitchen almost instantly. Probably on account of her young age (she's barely 7) and the eldest cat hybrid seems to be particularly fond of the little one.

- She's curious and kind to Yoongi too- excitedly running up to him more than once to show him a little rock or some flower she found- and yoongi will marvel and nod, and if Jimin is near- he'll lean close and tell her how pretty it is.

- She doesn't seem at all deterred by Yoongi's lack of voice. one day she even sees Jimin, her ears perking up excitedly, tail swishing. "Hello Yoonies voice!" it's a little cute- even if it does make yoongi splutter a little. But she's not exactly wrong; Jimin does talk for yoongi more these days.

- She Always comes bounding up to you and giggling happily to be picked up. Her little legs stretching around your waist, small bottom sat atop your baby bump. Making you get the kind of look that makes Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jimin sigh and look impossibly fond. They can only imagine what you’re going to be like once your little one is born. Your due date is barely 2 months away.

- In truth- you’re starting to get a little bit big. You say it one morning with Namjoon. After he asks you why you’re looking into the mirror with such a displeased expression. The sound of your terse voices alerts Yoongi and he comes to the door to your bedroom to witness your spat. Making a flippant hand movement at Namjoon to back off. Namjoon could smell your distress on you when you looked in the mirror, his voice tense but breaking. “Baby just tell me, why you think you’re not beautiful like that? let me understand. Cuz to me- you look more irresistible every day.”

- It’s not that you exactly wanted him to agree with you that you were nearing the size of a whale- but this doesn’t help at all either. His unending insistence- doesn’t he see? when he looks in the mirror doesn’t he see what you do? His instance that everything is alright doesn't help when you’re feeling this self-conscious.

- Yoongi helps you, fiddling with Namjoon’s closet for a second before he pulls out an extra-large white shirt of his and helps you into it- tying it loosely over your baby bump so that it flatters your waist a little more. The attention that Yoongi shows you clearly making you flustered. Then he drags you to the mirror, tugging your hair out of its bun, the tension going out of your shoulders.

- Yoongi doesn’t know it, but Namjoon does. Your late husband used to always be so particular about your hair, yanking on it harshly if it was left down. and An easy way to avoid him yanking on it was to leave it up. And sometimes you still pull it up convinced it’s safer even though he’s dead and gone. It’s scary how simple it is- but the second your hair comes down your whole body relaxes.

- All the while Namjoon watches from your bed. And you take in yourself, the baby hairs free-floating against your forehead; Yoongi curls one gently around his finger and then lets it go. You take in the way that the fabric hangs now, making you look a little more proportional, Yoongi gives you a satisfied smile behind your back and you have to sigh and admit it. “Okay- okay- I’ll give you this- I’m not a whale”

- “And even if you where you’d be a pretty whale.” Yoongi has the good sense to hurl a pillow in Namjoon’s direction, but it makes you laugh all the same- the heaviness in your chest abated a little. Your sleeve brushing Yoongi’s as you head downstairs, Namjoon trailing behind.

- The beach trip was a nice distraction from chores but the real work comes crashing down on them the next few days. Your little group feels closer than ever, you rarely part from any of them for long and their intention, their little acts of care never fail to make you feel flustered and taken care of.

- Jimin always holds out a hand for you to take when you’re stepping over uneven ground, Yoongi makes a startled noise whenever you so much as get close to a hose that might trip you, always gesturing for you to pause and take a break whenever you’re working in the garden. Namjoon too, always running back and forth from whatever project he’s working on to check on you and make sure you have water or food.

- At night, Namjoon takes your stretch mark cream from you, rubbing down your baby bump and your hips, the little lines of lighter skin on your waist get little kisses from him.

- Even if you want just a snack, Namjoon and Yoongi will bring you a full meal- convinced that you need to be eating more than you are. At dinner Yoongi fills up your plate- piling it high with more food then you could fit in your already crowded tummy. And he always eyes you suspiciously when you can’t finish the full plate. Namjoon too will level you with a look- asking if you really are full.

- Since your pregnancy has progressed, you’ve become a little moodier, and a little hornier whenever way the wind blows. And Namjoon doesn’t help that much at all- and by that you mean, he makes it worse. When he comes out of the field with his shirt off and tucked into his shorts all of his thickness, his muscles that make you ravenous.

- During lunch one day he drags you away to a forgotten tool shed, though it would be easier just to go up the hill to your bedroom- you feel like teenagers sneaking around like this.

- Namjoon presses into you as he hits the latch on the door, muffling your giggles with kisses as you hide from the hybrids outside, voices that you can dimly hear, unable to pick out any one particular yet- but you know they're there.

- You and Namjoon might bicker like an old married couple. But you also act like teenagers gooey and giggly and so so so in love. “Do you think that they can hear you like this? Or smell you, my love?” Namjoon is always quick to tell you how delectable you smell when you’re horny. His more sensitive nose-picking it up the second you feel a slickening between your thighs.

- You’re shaky when you respond. “I don’t know, maybe?” Namjoon always has this passionate intense air about him. He’s slightly possessive- but you’d never fault him for that not when it’s all about protecting and providing for you. Not when he always puts your pleasure first (you feel like you may have turned into a slight pillow princess with him).

- Namjoon heaves you up onto the edge of a bench and then gets on his knees. Gently lifting your leg over his shoulder. He’s always mindful of how much you can move in your swollen state. He checks to make sure he’s not bending your hips in an uncomfortable way.

- You put your hands back on the dusty bench to stabilize yourself as you lie back, Namjoon wastes no time in pressing his face close to your cunt and inhaling, His nose prodding at the thin fabric of your underwear. One of his ears caught on the hem of your dress. His fingers digging into the plushness of your thighs- so full and healthy it makes him hard in his pants.

- He’s slow with the appreciation of your thighs and hips. Hands gripping and moving on to touch and feel like you have all the time in the world. But you hear voices outside the tool shed you’ve commandeered and you could just slip out and go back up to your house- but somehow you like this better. The thought of being discovered stirring an unsure heat in your stomach.

- You can hear Taehyung's voice, and then- like a shock through your core- you hear Jimin’s. Namjoon can feel your jolt. And you realize- his sensitive ears must have known who it was before your own human ones did. He chuckles- teasing his fingers along the hem of your underwear, almost daring to slip inside.

- You almost whine when you think about what you’re being denied- the harsh pull of his fingers that you’re so addicted too, how thick his fingers and knuckles feel (almost as nice as his cock) when they pull out and push in.

- Yoongi and Namjoon have always had the most lovely hands, it’s strange that when Namjoon touches you- you think about Yoongi’s hands. The way you clench around his fingers at that has Namjoon’s tail wagging. "you're thinking about them aren't you," The way you clench around his fingers at that has Namjoon’s tail wagging. Because yeah; Yoongi and Jimin are apart of Namjoon’s pack too, and bonding and group sex are kind of the same thing to hybrids. You’d found that out the hard way when you’d found a group of cat hybrids all tangled together in the grass the other day.

- Namjoon is always so gentle with you because of your condition, but you find your hips jerking with want. His fingers still when he feels the way your wetness has spilled out the sides. His thumb pressed over your clit teasingly. “smell so good when you're like this So wet my love, are you thinking about them finding you like this?”

- “Y-yes” you confess, and Namjoon growls, nipping at you through the fabric, the feel of his teeth brushing you, over the sensitive skin. The fabric cushioning the feeling, makes you almost gush, and you know you’ll be shakily legged by the time he lets you get down. And that he won’t let you get away from him until he’s taken care of you in this way, sated you in every sense of the word.

- But he can also tell how shy you are, the heat under your skin at the thought of being discovered. always unsure how much of your dirty talk is a real want and not just something you like in theory. Namjoon knows the idea of sharing you with the others might seem like the most natural and hottest thing; to love you alongside them. but to you- a human, hybrid sex and hybrid bedroom dynamics aren't as given.

- So he leans close, sliding your underwear down your legs slowly, letting you feel the heat of his palms on your skin. You're getting worked up a little too quickly, your heaving breaths needy. God damn pregnancy hormones you'd say if you could think beyond the plush feeling of his lips pressing a kiss to your clit. “Gotta clean you up for them, if they smelled you like this- then they’d know wouldn’t they?”

- You prove Namjoons initial assumption wrong. “What if I-” you whisper- gasping quietly as Namjoon drags the fabric to the side and glides a delicate lick over your folds. “What if I want them to know?” the pleasure thrumming through your body as Namjoon licks up your slit. Namjoon stills, ears perked, eyes flashing in the half-light. The snarl against your cunt loud and echoic.

- The voices outside fall silent and Namjoon doesn't stop his ravenous licking no matter if you have to bite your lip to keep your noises in. One of your hands scrambling to pull at his hair and find something to grip onto and anchor yourself against the onslaught of pleasure. Jimin is the first one to puncture the silence, “What was that?”

- Then comes Seokjin's voice “all of you- move along- whoever it is they probably don’t want the three of you listening in like a bunch of horn dogs” which is basically a confirmation that they were listening in, and that Yoongi was there too.

- When you finally exit the toolshed with weak legs, sure you’re going to have to at least got change your underwear. You find a bleary-eyed Seokjin a few dozen feet away, obviously upwind of the toolshed. he levels Namjoon with a tired expression. “You both have dirt on your knees” Namjoon has the good sense to look shy at that. You hastily brush off the spots on his, and he on yours.

- If Jimin and Yoongi smell anything on you later- they don’t say anything and the idea that they might make you feel hot all over whenever they lean in too close. You think you see a blush on Yoongi’s face more than once, and maybe see him adjust his pants out of the corner of your eye, but Jimin seems blissfully unaware.

- You have a check-up at the doctor’s office in the coming days. And although only Namjoon is allowed in the room with you (they have a two-person maximum because the ultrasound room is tiny), Yoongi and Jimin also accompany you. Namjoon comes bounding out after, waving the picture and smiling so so wide, both Yoongi and jimin leaning in close to get a better look- they’re so enamored with the little photo. And when you get home- Namjoon shows anyone that asks how the check-up went, eventually hanging it on one of the two fridges in the kitchen.

- Jimin is the only one who seems to notice the jealous looks- because you went out for ice-cream after and come home with them still partially melting (you’d had another craving- french-fries dunked in ice cream of all things). One of the other hybrids having heard Jimin talk to Tae about the beach trip too. They come to you at the end of the day, 2 bunnies, a cat, a fox and one of the bears- a mish moshed group of hybrids; petitioning you to start the beach trips for everyone.

- You can only fit so many people into the back of your truck so you pick a day and start a raffle for spots. Jimin throws his name into the hat just in case but to his surprise, Yoongi doesn’t. No matter how much Jimin bugs him too; He won’t agree to accompany Jimin to the beach again. Shaking his head with a roll of his eyes back tipped back against the grass, his sunhat crumpled. Offering up a few sweet tomatoes to soothe Jimin’s sour nerves.

- The peace lasts for a couple of days before they’re right back to treating Yoongi like shit and for some reason, it pisses Jimin off more. No matter how many times he’s heard Namjoon asks Yoongi to please tell him when anything happens. The snake hybrid seems unable to fight back.

- Jimin asks one of the hybrids why she won’t look at Yoongi (after the snake has already gone up the hill to retrieve another dish for dinner) and beyond a startled look, she just says “none of us can smell him” she throws a stack of paper towels down onto the table angrily. The deer hybrid across from them stumbling with their silver wear But she doesn’t need to re-iterate herself. Jimin understands- it’s hard to trust someone who can lie to your face- and in the world of hybrids where emotions can be decreed from a simple sniff, Jimin can’t say he doesn’t see where they’re coming from.

- Doesn’t excuse their behavior, however. After all- Jimin can smell Yoongi’s emotions through his scent and he didn't realize that was something strange until now. To Jimin, Yoongi’s scent is soft and sweet- something gummy and soft like a marshmallow. But that’s probably because he spends so much time with the hybrid. The others only spend so much time around him and are unused to his scent. And the fact that he never talks and never tries to socialize doesn’t help.

- Jimin can’t imagine not wanting to smell more of it- not leaning in whenever the other hybrid passes. Jimin wants to bury his face in Yoongi’s neck and rub his cheek all over it. The same way that Namjoon does to him in the morning if he shows up before he’s changed from his pajamas. And he knows he smells soft like sleep- an alluring smell to the older alpha when he comes down the stairs, ears straight up eyes wide as he takes in all of Jimin's vulnerability.

- and it might have to do with what Taehyung had said- that alphas eat up that sort of thing.

- Namjoon smells good too, his scent all soft mornings and sleepy walks, the older hybrid large and so pliant in his sleepiness, eyes swollen and face puffy as he hides in Jimin’s shoulder. Sending his pine scent all over so that it sticks to jimin no matter where he is. So that jimin will smell like Namjoon all day.

- One of the cat hybrids at the sink rolls her eyes. But when you come down the stairs smelling much the same. You touch his arm so softly in passing, like you can’t believe you’re allowed. And Jimin’s senses are a dizzying blur of cream, peaches, pine, and marshmallow.

- when he goes back to the barns, hazy at being scented by Namjoon so thoroughly. Taehyung levels him with a funny look and a chuckle. "you're more devious than anyone gives you credit for" thought Taehyung means it good-naturedly- it's good to have a friend to ask how to go about flirting with. the other hybrids gathered on the couch in front of the tv; some cartoon playing- pretend like they're not listening in.

- "How do you know so much when you don't have a pack of your own Tae?" he asks over breakfast, the two of them clutching breakfast burritos on their way to check Tae's bees. Tae doesn't meet Jimin's eyes "you're just lucky- most hybrids dont find a pack so easily Jimin" his words aren’t jealous- only a little patronizing. And Jimin accepts it because he knows he has a lot to learn.

- Taehyung is right- out of all of the hybrids at the farm, there are only a few who have paired up or even made stronger groups or multi-person packs. the bunnies and the cats don't form set generally- though there are a few pairs and more than a few throuples.

- Jimin as caught Yeonjun making out with a tabby more than once- has learned to avoid certain sections of the woods all together because everyone knows that's where the bunny hybrids like to go in the afternoons. The canine hybrids are the only ones who have packs, though there are more than half a dozen loners like jimin and namjoon.

- It's hard for Jimin to cohabitate with them even though there are other larger predators and more than a few prey hybrids living in Jimin's barn. he hadn’t really realized until taehyung pointed it out that each different pack occupied one corner of the punk room. More than once- the room in the barns has felt hostile if only for the packs that have claimed either corner of the bunkroom. it's usual to wake up and find more than one of the pups cuddling with another in one single bed.

- Having reciprocated love in his pack shouldn't feel like an impossibility to Jimin. But still, when Yoongi steps close- an inch too far away, his fingertips barely brushing- Jimin just- yearns. It’s a soft sort of yearning, the kind that has jimin jumping up whenever Yoongi needs something. Has him settling a think knit blanket over Yoongi’s nobly knees during movie nights, and sticking his own feet underneath the edge of the blanket. Feet Pressed to the clothed line of his calf. Maybe nothing will ever come of it, But Jimin yearns with everything he’s got regardless.

- In the late hours of the night, when Jimin lies awake thinking about the three of you. An instinct welling inside of him that says he should walk up the hill and fall asleep on your couch just to be closer to you three (the pack instinct- Taehyung calls it, looking a little bit sad himself when jimin asks him, the other hybrid moving away before jimin can ask exactly what that means) Jimin wonders if his feelings will ever be reciprocated.

- But love is a strange thing, it’s not just about saying it with kisses or touches- though Jimin wants them too. There is love in the small things, in building something together so that’s what Jimin tries to do. Every day- he takes to gardening with a new vigor. Shouting in joy when you harvest some of the tomatoes- filling up a whole gallon bucket with the amount that have ripened over the last week. Your peppers and cucumbers are beginning to produce more too.

- Jimin and Yoongi run to Namjoon just to give him a handful. The alpha gives each of them a sweet nuzzle in thanks, even if Yoongi chirps and moves back after a moment. A flush high on his cheek. Namjoon looking up at Yoongi from where he’s stopped- cheek on the elder's shoulder. The snake relaxing after a moment.

- You spend the rest of the day showing Jimin and Yoongi how to prepare the tomatoes to make a sauce, roasting them on low heat. Cutting garlic so so carefully, and whenever Jimin looks across the prep table- Yoongi’s gaze darts away. halfway through- yoongi stoops down, sticking his socked feet into jimin’s lap, and it feels so nice, to have their weight there.

- You go over to Yoongi at one point, and he tips his head back to look up at you. The back of his head is at the right height to lye up against your baby bump. And Jimin watches, as you slowly, so slowly, brush the hair out of his eyes and away from his forehead. Yoongi’s eyes flutter closed and he tips his face into your hand. Letting out a low happy grumble when you take his action as positive reinforcement, and drag your nails over his scalp. In Jimin’s lap, Yoongi’s toes curl.

- It feels strange- and Jimin can’t quite put his finger on it- but it almost feels like Yoongi is letting you all touch him more than ever. Suddenly okay with touches- as long as it’s in a more private setting. Jimin can’t say he’s unhappy about it. Maybe one-day yoongi will even let Jimin scent mark him.

- Jimin smiles at Yoongi’s happy little snake grumbles. And keeps chopping his garlic. Is happy to receive the same kind of scratch from you a few minutes later. Though he might abandon his chopping in favor of rubbing his face all over your stomach when the instinct strikes him. Jimin unintentionally lets out a growl when you start to move away. Slapping a hand over his mouth and apologizing, no matter how you and Yoongi laugh.

- Still, despite the happiness, you have in your kitchen, in your house, whenever you’re around each other. The rest of the world is not so kind.

- An adoption day comes at arguably the worst and best time. There is still a fair amount of friction between your group and the rest of the hybrids. And a few outsiders at the farm only make it worse. Though Yoongi, Jimin, and Namjoon aren’t the only hybrids who wear red stickers to indicate that they are not available for adoption.

- Hoseok surprisingly- grabs a yellow sticker. And the three of your hybrids watch- as Seokjin hovers around him- a red sticker on his own lapel- wary of all and anyone who interacts with the otter hybrid. His glares putting off all but the most attentive patrons. That's where it starts.

- Jimin is unfortunately caught in the middle when seokjin confronts hoseok. off to help the three of them bring down 3 trays of cut watermelon for the hybrids and the patrons. The dinner tables have been set out on the side of the field piled high with Hors d'oeuvre. You’re there with Namjoon greeting the humans. Games are set out too- for the hybrids and humans to play.

- it’s no secret that they’ve gotten close, and jimin had assumed they’d talked about it- but apparently not. Seokjin is so angry he’s nearly crying. “why- hoseok- why do you want to leave the farm?” Hoseok’s little otter ears are tight against his scalp. “I just- I didn’t want to assume?”

- “Oh- so you’d rather just- throw away everything that we’re trying- all of this- you don’t you dont want to stay do you-” Jimin has never seen seokjin looking so lost, and he knows enough to guess that Seokjin’s anger is at least in part to due to some trauma (later- Jimin will find out that Seokjin’s mother left him with his last owner- an abusive man- to save herself).

- Jimin knows enough to get in between them, telling them to calm down and spend a minute away from each other. Jimin ends up with Hoseok- “it’s hard Jimin- how do you, how do you have so much sureness with Y/n? with Namjoon and yoongi too? How do you look at them and trust that you should stay?” Hoseok's eyes remain on Jimin's red tag.

- Jimin sighs, thinking it through, “do you look at Seokjin and know he cares about you? like- do you know it in your bones?” Hoseok bites his lower lip, “yes- but-”

- “Then you should stay Hoseok,” Jimin walks Hoseok up to the main house where the stickers sit on the prep table. Changing out his yellow one for a red one. And when they head off back down the hill, Seokjin is waiting on the path with Yoongi, apologizing and dragging Hoseok away to the barns where Seokjin’s own private room is. Hoseok goes willingly, smiling up at the older hybrid. His narrow shoulders cuddled under one of Seokjin's wide ones.

- jimin has to admit, an otter and an alpaca are a weird combination for a hybrid pack (But no stranger than a pair of puppies and a snake). His thoughts drift towards Taehyung- and Jimin hopes that his friend won't end up alone. it must not be easy- to see all of you pair off like this.

- in some ways, that adoption day is full of just as much bullshit as they usually are. there are always people who dont understand the effort it takes to take care of a hybrid- they aren't just like any ordinary pet. it's easy to spot the ones that view them as pets- and less like people. You get a few rich people looking to adopt a companion as always.

- A substantial group of families also look to adopt similarly aged companions for their single children. And you agree to more than one possible test weekend. You’re always so particular about letting the children go, so wary and so careful in the way you let them interact with the families.

- Though they don’t have parents here- there are more than a few good role models and parental figures. More than one child chooses a red tag for themselves. And they always know have a right to it- no matter how young they are. You make it clear to the group of them; If they don’t want to be adopted they don’t have to be.

- You even get one couple- the woman withdrawn and sad, and a slightly jealous look at your own pregnant stomach says more than any words could. It’s pretty common for women who can’t have children to adopt hybrid children. and though some of it doesn't sit right with you, You aren’t one to judge.

- Jimin spends most of the adoption day helping you balance the need for food and for games. running back and forth to the house to help. Though there is a little work that needs to be done here and there just to keep the farm running as usual. grey storm clouds roll in halfway through the day, puncturing the blue sky- foretelling scattered showers and storms. and jimin hopes it will cut the adoption day short so that you can return to your routines.

- Jimin is just helping Yoongi putting away a broken badminton net When it happens- Jimin isn’t certain why it does. Only that he hears the words outside the shed after Yoongi's just excited to grab the broken rackets (Namjoon isn't the only clumsy hybrid you have at the farm).

- “oh sorry- ew gross,” a shrill female voice says, and then he rounds the corner and sees yoongi picking himself up from the dirt- a rich lady and her peacock hybrid looking down at him like he’s the dirt beneath his shoes. The peacock hybrid has Yoongi’s sun hat in his hands and there is another hybrid- a wolf hybrid from the farm with a green sticker on his shirt, who growls down at yoongi.

- His shoulders shake too the way they do when he’s been touched and he doesn’t want to be. Jimin has seen you brush your fingers over the back of Yoongi’s hand, has even felt the coolness of the snake hybrid through the fabric when the elder grabbed his sleeve. Has touched him even more intimately as of late. But he knows that Yoongi can’t tolerate being touched by people he doesn’t trust- doesn’t want to touch him. basically, anyone, that's, not you, Namjoon, or Jimin himself.

- “Hey- what the fuck!” Jimin spits, grabbing the sunhat out of the hybrid's hand with a growl, his ears flat against his head. If Jimin had elongated canines like Namjoon they would be barred in anger as he shoves the larger hybrid back. Yoongi shrinks impossibly smaller behind him.

- Jimin is hot and itchy from the heat and the humidity, and he really just wants to shower and cool off. He doesn’t have the energy to deal with entitled people today. And more importantly- no one touches Yoongi on Jimin’s watch.

- The hybrid looks surprised to be talked to in that way, he’s nearly a head taller than Jimin let alone the slightly taller feathers that poke out of the top of his head that give him the appearance of several more inches- but Jimin’s intimidating enough with his set expression to send the hybrid huffing away. Feathers fluffed.

- The peacock's iridescent feathers stand up on end as he grabs the hand of his human owner, her diamond tennis bracelet glittering in the sunlight. “This was getting boring anyway. Sorry” he tosses over his shoulder at the canine hybrid, who looks so disappointed his ears pinned back against his head. They only give him that- barely a look, before they’re heading off down the hill in the direction of the line of cars parked on the grass.

- The wolf hybrid deflates audibly- watching the woman and the other hybrid disappear down the hill. promises of home and family disappearing in a moment, but Jimin has to think- if they’d be discouraged so easily- were they really worth it? The wolf hybrid doesn't seem to think so- Turning his angry tear-filled eyes on Jimin.

- But Jimin can see the hate in his eyes and knows not to mistake the tears for only sadness. “You both ruin everything” he growls out- before they too run back towards the barns- no doubt to tell the others how Yoongi had sabotaged their adoption. Even though that was far from the truth. in all honestly- yoongi just bumped into the lady- or more probably- the lady bumped into him when he was on his way out of the shed.

- Jimin holds out his sunhat to Yoongi, who takes it from Jimin carefully, Jimin doesn’t linger on the fact that his hand still shakes. Jimin’s hand lingers somewhere close enough where Yoongi could touch it could reach out if he wants too. If he wants to get that kind of comfort from Jimin's touch- then Jimin will willingly give it.

- a faint flush coats the elder's cheeks. Oh no- he must be overheating then, Jimin feels a rush of concern. He knows what you would do, hover your hand close enough to Yoongi’s forehead, usher him upstairs for a break in the air conditioning, and a glass of icy lemonade.

- All they can hear is the shouts of laughter at the games the others play in the fields, “I understand why you don’t want to stay in the barns, why you don’t want to socialize with some of them, they’re so unkind to you it makes me crazy.” Jimin shakes his head, sour anger filling him like a rotten peach.

- Yoongi, looks more than pacified, looking up at Jimin with an indecipherable look. Most of the time, Jimin can get a good guess on how he’s feeling but not now- not that indecipherable heaviness he finds there. or the strangely heavy marshmallow scent that’s fluffed around them. Jimin lets go of Yoongi’s hat.

- After a moment Yoongi nods, and Jimin takes it as a thank you. They’re done for the day and dinner won’t be for another few hours or so. Jimin is ready to avoid some of the strangers and hopefully take advantage of the empty showers. The sky is grey with incumbent storm clouds when Jimin makes his way to the shower buildings which he finds blissfully empty; except for the bear hybrid Jackson that tosses a greeting at Jimin before exiting.

- Jimin doesn’t even bother to flick the lights on, instead of settling for the calm light that comes through the skylights, grey and hazy. the storm clouds have started to roll in properly. He hums as he disrobes, goes to grab his favorite strawberry body wash, and picks the last shower at the end, disrobing in relative comfort, glad for a moment of privacy.

- The blissfully Coldwater does wonders for his overheating muscles, relaxing his body deliciously from a day spent walking up and down the hill. he digests the chaos of the day- seokjin and hoseok fighting, yoongi getting shoved. you'd looked frazzled the last time he'd seen you, smile strained as you made small talk with most of the humans, Namjoon always close incase you needed someone to lean on.

- Jimin had been able to tell that your feet were sore just by looking at you. Namjoon will probably make you sit down before long, maybe he already has. You’ll probably cut off the adoption day because of the rain. Taking down names and information before you send them on their way. You rarely let a hybrid leave the farm after one adoption day, needing to have more private meetings and house calls to willingly part with one of them. You just want to make sure you dont release them back into another abusive household.

- He hums as he washes, lingering in the water and taking a longer shower than he usually would. He hums, testing the way his vocal cords wrap around the acoustics of the empty high ceilinged room.

Then he hears the scuffling of someone in the bathroom too and cuts off. A little abashed at being caught. The rustling getting closer and its a moment before he realizes that the rustling is coming from his own section of the bath. he smells him the second before he pulls the shower curtain gets pulled back.

- “Yoongi!” Jimin shouts, furiously grabbing at something to cover his nakedness. Jimin furiously tries to cover his crotch, grabbing one of the large bargain bottles of shampoo and hold it there even as cold water runs over his face. Getting into his wide eyes. “Yoongi what the fuck! You’re naked!”

- Jimin is glad that the rumors about snake hybrids having double the appendages as a normal hybrid are false but he can’t stop his blush or his wandering eyes as he sees the snake hybrid in full. Or the hot lick of arousal that shocks him through his core- especially when he recognizes the heaviness to Yoongi's scent as being arousal.

- there is a single moment, jimin can smell yoongi- can see the want in his eyes, can feel his own scent fluff out to meet his, yoongi sags under the weight of Jimin's scent as the surprise dissipates. "do you-" Jimin's face must be brighter than a tomato. He reaches out a tentative hand, "do you want to-"

- Before Jimin can do much more than that Yoongi’s lips are on his, tentative but firm and passionate, the fire leaking into him from Yoongi as jimin stumbles in surprise. The kiss tastes like thank you and Ive wanted to do this for longer than i care to admit and everything yoongi can't say, can't let slip past his lips. jimin drops the shampoo bottle which narrowly misses his foot as Yoongi’s hands come up to encircle his jaw so softly like Yoongi is holding the most important thing in his world. Jimin is so shocked that for a moment- he doesn’t kiss back and Yoongi retracts- not before Jimin chases his lips and the snake hybrid returns to him.

- It’s the first time Yoongi’s ever touched Jimin so bare, and the snake’s hands on the back of his neck feel cold and shivery but good. As Jimin’s back hit’s the wall and their fronts press together for a moment, just brushing. Then colliding with more force as they both realize how good it feels to be so close to someone you trust. It’s dizzying- intoxicating, and Jimin knows his mouth is moving sloppily even if he wants to kiss Yoongi with just as much intent.

- The snake hybrid bites- actually bites- down on Jimin’s tongue. And a strangled whine comes to live and die in his throat. A snarl in his ears from Yoongi's mouth as the snake hybrid keeps his biting, moves to Jimin's throat- bites hard Enough that Jimin knows he'll leave a bruise. "leave more- yoongi please mark me" jimin feels hot with the thought of it- the thought of all the other hybrids being able to smell yoongi on his scent gland.

- Jimin doesn’t know where to put his hands, he knows enough to know that Yoongi doesn’t like to be touched and unsure if it extends to right now. but it seems okay if he’s doing the touching. His hands sliding down Jimin's back to his waist. He’s a good kisser, the best that Jimin’s ever kissed (not that there have been many) and he tips his head forward to put as much scalding force as he can into it when yoongi leaves his neck in favor of his mouth, trying to match Yoongi’s intensity even if he can’t match his skill.

- Yoongi takes a step forward, and Jimin’s cock brushes his hipbone, and he can’t stop the way his hips jump at the contact, brushing into Yoongi further. Jimin’s blood boils with arousal. Yoongi is equally as hard compared to Jimin. And Jimin doesn't know if its water or precum that he feels on his skin. Can't look down to check.

- By the time Yoongi leans back and finishes running his fingers through Jimin’s hair and over his shoulders. Jimin’s so wound up he feels like he’s about the pass out. The cool water cascading over his back doing nothing to settle him. Yoongi moves his hips- testing the waters, as he grinds, works jimin’s hips into an unsteady rhythm. and jimin moans.

- Yoongi pulls back, looking at jimin, their noses brushing, like he can’t bear to have jimin farther away from him than this, want heavy in his eyes, and Jimin tastes the words on Yoongi’s lips as good as if he’d said them. “Yoongi” jimin breathes. Palms pressed carefully to the shower wall so that he won’t reach out and yank Yoongi closer. But he’s Weak against the wake of this of all this feeling.

- “fuck- kiss me again- can we- ” Jimin feels strung out, his body heavy with something like heat- maybe Jimin is actually having a heat and it’s not just in his imagination (he wouldn't really know what it felt like- never having had one before because of his malnutrition). But This kind of kissing is certainly enough to trigger one.

- Yoongi opens his mouth for a second, almost like he’s about to speak- or to try to, Jimin’s never been sure if he can- if it’s muteness or just Yoongi being selective. And then in the next moment, Yoongi’s gone, almost tripping on his way out of the showers with how fast he’s leaving jimin. A whine dies in his throat and jimin starts after him, But then Yoongi turns back. Gesturing with a hand for jimin to stay put. Yoongi looks angry, and it takes a moment for Jimin to realize that the anger wasn’t directed at jimin- only at Himself.

- Jimin stays in the shower, water thundering down around him as the sky overhead thunders too. Jimin listens to the faint sound of Yoongi dressing and then leaving the showers. Jimin lets him go. So sure that he has absolutely no idea what just happen- or even if he didn’t imagine the whole thing.

- jimin’s hand on himself doesn't feel nearly good as Yoongi’s did.

- Yoongi’s hands shake all the way back up the hill, and he hopes his wet hair won’t be too suspicious especially when a mixed group of hybrids crosses his path. Returning to the barns as most of the adoption day festivities have ended.

- Yoongi’s careful to keep his eyes averted. And like usual- the conversation comes to a halt when Yoongi passes them by. It no longer bugs him the way it might have once. They have a good reason not to want to associate with him. Yoongi’s body shakes with the weight of the things he’s done and the things he’s going to do.

- you gather with 3 families on your porch as you take down their names and contact information. You send yoongi a concerned look as he quickly heads inside the house. Pausing only for a moment before he decides to go to Namjoon first. Later- later he’ll ask you too.

- Stupid- he’s been so stupid recently. Touching you- indulging in these short sweet touches because he wants more so badly. Knows he can never have it doesn’t stop the wanting. If his owner ever found out what he’s done- if she ever found out what he’d almost done with jimin- she’d surely have Jimin’s hands for it.

- And as much as Yoongi wishes it were any other way- Jimin almost touching him does remind him of far worse times. Though he’d been the one to initiate it this time- the memories still linger.

- Times when foreign hands touched his skin as he’d thrashed and screamed trying to protest against the taunting words of his owner. “I’ve never been interested in snake dick but if you want him for tonight you can have him- just be careful- he bites” and he shakes with those memories. Though its been many years. like most kinds of torture- eventually, his owner had grown bored with using yoongi's body as a bargaining chip. Yoongi wonders if he’s ever going to be able to be touched that way without feeling the revulsion at his own body.

- Jimin had come close, but he'd known- known that yoongi didn't want him to touch him. Had seemed more than willing to be touched himself. the revulsion hadn't hit him until the end.

- The places he’s been touched without his consent feel black and decaying- or like ink, every time someone touches him- Yoongi’s surprised that ink doesn’t come away on your hands soft and delicate. But it didn’t change the fact that Yoongi wanted it- and wants it still.

- he wants to see you soft and sated the way you look sometimes in the morning when he can smell Namjoon on you- wants to cause it- maybe, someday in the future if you'll let him. He knows you’d be gentle with him. Wouldn’t put your hands anywhere he didn’t want. Would check in with him- going as slowly or as quickly as he wanted too. Namjoon would be able to be gentle too- Yoongi’s sure of it.

- He wants it, even though he knows that want only put you all in danger. He’s an incredibly selfish person. He hopes he never gets to have that intimacy with you, for your sake.

- yoongi should only let himself dream of something good before he goes- sinks back into that life. But the temptation for more is too strong sometimes, his want filling him up like sticky sweet syrup that pollutes every moment.

- Namjoon is on the second floor of your house and Yoongi takes the stairs two at a time. Folding laundry in what will one day be the nursery for your child. He’s taken the ultrasound up here now- hung it up so he can look at it. and Yoongi is reminded of A few days ago when he gushed about the development of your child to Yoongi in the kitchen comparing them to the size of a fruit. “a cute little cantaloupe- the cutest little cantaloupe”

- You and Namjoon have made the decision not to find out the gender, but the walls of the nursery are still pained blue, puffy clouds above and little flowers below, dandelions and daisies, a stalwart sunflower that curls over the arch of the door half-finished. Yoongi knows you work on the mural it whenever you can. But Namjoon gets a little paranoid about the fumes- you compromise and keep the windows open along with the door to your balcony to allow as much air circulation as possible.

- The crib, a fluffy white thing is already piled into the corner. And Yoongi remembers the first few weeks here when you and Namjoon had overzealously ordered it. He’d come downstairs after dinner one night and found both of you puzzling over the directions. And he’d shooed Namjoon away as he’d helped you put it together. The three of you ending up giggly and punch drunk tired by the time it was fully put together. And then had to carry it all the way up the stairs.

-A mobile of little felted flowers that Seokjin made you as a thank you present a hangs above the empty Crib- colorful and cute. And Namjoon has set the laundry on the unused changing table in neat stacks. All of the other furniture is piled into the center of the room so that you can paint the walls. He turns when he hears Yoongi, his tail swishing.

- “Hey Yoon- what you get caught in a rainstorm or something?” the rain splatters against the windows with a soft patter and Yoongi drips onto the floor. He never bothered to dry off after the unintentional shower with jimin. Yoongi makes a shrug that means ‘something like that’ and if the younger hybrid hovers on the way that Yoongi’s lips look a little kiss bitten and swollen he doesn’t say a thing. Namjoon knows better than anyone- what they talk about and what they don’t.

- He hands over the slip of paper; “jimin should move into the main house, you and I could clean out one of the storage rooms and move the stuff into the attic.”

- Yoongi watches Namjoon’s eyes rove over the words a few times. The hybrid purses his lips, “I’ve talked to Y/n about this- and she agrees- but I don’t know if he wants too? He seems pretty comfortable in the barns, he likes Taehyung and they’re friends. and we kind of want to leave it up to him if we can.”

- Yoongi snatches the paperback from him, annoyance flickering in his chest as he rolls his eye. Didn’t Namjoon see that nothing would change if they didn’t push him a little? Jimin is the type to take that kind of abuse again and again if it means not making a fuss. And Yoongi knows it’s only a matter of time before something happens again. He turns it over onto the other side and using the wall as a place to write.

- “He’s already being treated differently because of me” 'me' being double underlined- so that Namjoon really understands what he’s trying to say. Yoongi just wants to make sure Jimin is safe before he goes. Before he needs to leave and before it gets too dangerous and too near a time when his owner will physically retrieve him. Not that Namjoon knows that Yoongi’s presence has an expiration date. Namjoon searches Yoongi’s face for a source to his desperation and finds none.

- Yoongi has never felt worse for keeping secrets. Maybe in another world- Yoongi would have confessed and asked Namjoon, with all of his connections to the police, for help. Yoongi knows enough to put the whole crime system out of whack and yet. Years of negative reinforcement and beatings have taught him to keep his mouth shut and that isn’t going to change now; not when Yoongi’s life isn’t the only one at risk and he knows you’ll all live if he plays by the rules. He doesn't care about his own safety anymore.

- The second he sees Yoongi’s distraught expression Namjoon steps closer Taking off his flannel and tugging it around his shoulders. Namjoon might not make moves to scent mark Yoongi but dressing him in his clothes is as good as he gets. Namjoon’s comforting alpha scent fluffs around him.

- Yoongi wonders if jimin feels the pull the same way he does. Dynamics are more mobile in snake hybrids and downright non-existent in humans. but they’re more set in canines. Namjoon puts his hand on Yoongi’s clothed arm and Yoongi shuffles close after a second. His nose centimeters from Namjoon’s neck taking in deep breathes to try and steady himself. He didn’t realize he was shaking.

- “It will be alright Yoongi, I promise. He’s gonna be safe.” Namjoon adds quieter. And below them both- in the first floor of the house, he can hear your voice, echoing louder and laughing at some sort of joke, Namjoon’s tail starts wagging at the suggestion of you. “I want them to feel safe too.”

- Yoongi wants to write “he should take my room- I won’t be staying in it soon anyway.” but Yoongi needs to make sure- before he leaves. Jimin has to be included in your little pack. He doesn’t want to think- about what the three of you will go through when he eventually has to leave. The days are counting down to the end of the summer.

- He’s fucking selfish, so selfish, to kiss Jimin like that when he knows he won't be able to stay in the hybrids life. He’s selfish every time he begs affection off you, every day he keeps Namjoon Company when he’s cleaning up the other barns. Yoongi writing out words in the dust when Namjoon asks him questions. Eyes only searching when Namjoon turns his back. Looking for any sort of hidden compartment. Completing his task even if it’s the last thing he wants to do. Betraying you like this.

- Jimin spends the rest of the day wondering if the kiss with Yoongi was just a dream. But later at dinner, Yoongi won’t meet his eyes, and jimin knows he didn’t imagine the kiss. Guilt sticks to Yoongi, more distracting than honey stuck between your fingertips.

- Both of them go to sleep still thinking about the kiss. Jimin wondering if it will happen again and Yoongi thinking that he’d like it too. His fingers running over his lower and upper lips, mind awash with the memory of jimin’s mouth on his. And night falls heavy like a weighted blanket on the farm. The sky a big sheet with holes poked through for stars. A heavenly breeze tempting away the summer heat.

- All of the hybrids safe and snoring in their beds. Some even paired- if they’ve got it. Two furry bodies packed close on a single bed. Some even dream of homes they mind one day live in or of the people that one day they’ll get to love. The idea of being kept and treasured lulling them into a drowsy haze of anticipation and security.

- That night, Namjoon knocks on Yoongi’s door. the hybrid leaning up against the doorframe as he watches the snake get ready for bed. “you know... you could sleep in our room if you want, we have an air conditioner in there too.” yoongi has a notepad ready, he knows that Namjoon likes to open all the windows and even the door to your balcony to let the fresh air in so that it feels like you're sleeping outside. He steels himself to think of someone other than himself before he writes- “I’m okay- thanks though” Yoongi writes out.

- Namjoon lifts one of Yoongi’s blankets to his neck before he leaves, thoroughly scents marking it before he leaves it with Yoongi. And Yoongi sleeps easy that night with his nose pressed to the blanket. Safe and secure in his room. Nothing bad happens to yoongi that night even though he cuddles close to the blanket, and when he wakes in the morning. his heart beats a steady thumping rhythm- his whole body humming with anticipation.

- It’s different to feel excited about being in love, excited for a day spent close to the people he cares about. And he knows he won't take a single day for granted.

- The crickets and cicadas chirping in the field. And in a low tone on the tree outside, a morning dove gentle and unassuming. The sun rising over the hills. Tastes of idyllic and smells of Eden. Like lavender and honey.

- A hand outstretched, scrambling in the dirt before it goes still, fingers just a few inches from safety. Blood mixing in with the sand. The morning is not perfect for everyone.

- But even you would say the morning was peaceful, if not for the dead body dumped at the end of your driveway.

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Hi, I just want to say that I really love your writings and they actually really help me relax after a hard day!😊But today i just wanted to feel pain, so can I please have a dying! reader headcannon with Chrollo. If you do write for these, Im really sorry if you dont.

Oh, anon, who hurt you? I'll make myself cry, most probably 😭

Anyway, thank you and I'm glad to hear that! 😄 And thank you for the request as well! I hope you'll enjoy this! 🙇

A/N: the idea sorta came while listening to A Grave Mistake by Ice Nine Kills (I love the live version from SiriusXM, like please 😭💞). And I was so close to writing a scenario and then I read headcanons and I just kinds stopped like oh, yeah 😂

Warning: very long, angsty, description of injuries and death

you’d never thought it could hurt so badly

or that there’d be so much blood

but, alas, that was the unfortunate situation you found yourself in

the several gashes you’d acquired during your fight were making you dizzy from blood loss

your attacker had died a few seconds before, blood still flowing from the stomach wound you gave him

that was also the only serious hit you managed to land on him

unfortunately, you just knew that it only saved you for a bit more time

you had barely managed to get out your phone, only to see the screen cracked

and you were honestly scared it wouldn't work, but you felt relief when the screen lit up

you called Chrollo, but you had to put the phone on the ground, next to your ear

you had never felt happier to hear his voice

if only you could see him one last time as well...

Hello, love! And Happy Anniversary! Where are you? I hope you're on your way because I wouldn't want dinner to get cold-

Chrollo...

he suddenly went quiet as he heard you and you could hear shuffling in the background

(Y/N), where are you?

you told him, wheezing when you felt a sharp pain in your side as you tried to breathe in more air

you heard more shuffling before the city noise filled the background on the other end

Stay on the phone with me. Tell me what happened.

it hurt so badly to talk

your throat felt as dry as bone and also wet and the taste of blood was prominent

but you tried to talk, telling him about the one who attacked you while on your way home and how you tried to defend yourself, but their Nen far surpassed yours

apparently, your attacker had friends who wanted to destroy the Spider as well

and they would cling to anything that would hurt them or get them closer to the Phantom Troupe

you’d rather tell your boyfriend about this face to face, though

you did laugh and you heard his chuckle when you told Chrollo about the fatal hit you inflicted on your attacker

but when he asked you how bad your injuries were, you couldn’t answer

what were you supposed to say?

that you’d never seen so much blood in your entire life?

or that you could feel yourself slipping away?

(Y/N)? Talk to me, darling. I’m almost there. Just keep talking.

you told Chrollo about the cake you had bought and how you wanted to go on a date the next day or just sleep in and spend the entire day celebrating at home

he only hummed, hurrying over to you as fast as he could

good thing Shalnark installed an app on your phone that allowed Chrollo to pinpoint your location with accuracy

he swore he’d only use it in case of emergency and he’d kept his word

Chrollo felt his heart drop into his stomach when he saw your figure and all the blood surrounding you and the figure a few meters away from you

(Y/N)? I’m here now. Everything’s going to be fine, okay?

his hand caressed your cheek while the other hovered over your waist, where most of the blood seemed to come from

you leaned into his touch, smiling at him despite all the pain you felt and the numbness that started to overtake your limbs

Chrollo had already called Machi to heal you and Feitan, more for reinforcement than anything

and a few seconds later you could both hear them rapidly approaching you

Machi, please.

she only nodded and got to work, with Feitan going over to your attacker and inspecting him closely

Chrollo held your hand the entire time, smiling down at you and kissing your knuckles, hoping that you’d be saved and coming back with him injured, but alive

Machi managed to stitch most of your wounds and the bleeding stopped, but you were still pale and trembling from all the blood loss

How are you feeling, love? Better?

you wanted to say yes, just to keep that hopeful sparkle in his eyes

but you couldn’t

No... It hurts a lot... I don’t think I’ll-

Stop. Don’t say it.

Machi had gotten up and taken a few steps away from the two of you, still hearing you, but giving you some privacy

she’d done her best and you were thankful for that

you had felt her hands tremble slightly

you were friends and her boss’ lover

the idea of someone else she grew close to dying was making her sick

and Chrollo felt the same way

despite being around death so often and for his entire life, he still hated the idea of someone he cared about leaving his side like this

it was too soon

he still had so many things he wanted to experience with you and show you

he couldn’t lose you just like that

it wasn’t fair

there were tears forming in his eyes and you felt your heart clench in pain and pity when they started descending down his cheeks

your fingers wiped them away, the dry blood on your fingertips leaving faint marks where they got the blood wet again

Shhh... Don’t worry, we’ll meet again one day. Okay? And I’ll watch over you. So don’t cry anymore, please.

you were no better since you were crying as well

it really wasn’t fair

you didn’t want to die

you didn’t want to leave Chrollo

and seeing him actually react like this really moved you

as cool and charming as he always acted, even with you for the most part

you really didn’t think that he felt so strongly about you

you kissed the top of his head lightly as his face rested over your neck, lips pressing over the still warm skin and moving as if he was mumbling

or praying

Chrollo, sweetheart, please, look at me.

his eyes were teary and a little bloodshot as his hands were holding tightly onto yours

you looked so pale, but you still smiled at him

and Chrollo felt his heart crack

because it was his fault

he should’ve kept you safe

he was still trying not to be loud

and only you could see his face and feel his trembling hands

It’s not your fault. Understood? Don’t blame yourself. I want you to promise me this.

he couldn’t do that and you knew it

he’d always feel some guilt because this could’ve been avoided

if only he’d been with you, he could’ve protected you

just like he promised you

and he broke it

I promise.

he knew how stubborn you were sometimes

you wouldn’t take no or I can’t for an answer

not this time

I love you, (Y/N). I’ll always do.

his voice was anything but loud

this was only for you to hear and no one else

not even Machi or Feitan

So will I, Chrollo. Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone, alright?

you smirked playfully, though even you felt like it was a pitiful attempt at making everything more light-hearted

he cracked a broken smile and kissed your forehead, arms slowly lifting you up so he could hug you properly

you hugged him back tightly, hand going through his hair as his hands clung to your torn clothes, feeling the dry blood that had soaked through

it honestly hurt to stay like this

but it didn’t matter anymore

even now, you felt safe in his arms

his cologne always brought you this feeling of familiarity and home

and his skin was so warm that you never wanted to part with him

but you slowly started feeling even more sluggish

there were black spots gradually growing in size and numbers and you closed your eyes, letting your other senses heighten

his breathing was ragged but still quiet

his fingers were digging into your skin only a little

his grip tightened just as yours started to weaken

you could only press a kiss to his shoulder before you felt a few more tears fall onto your skin

if only you could apologise for making him cry, you would’ve done it

but you could barely open your mouth to utter a whimpered sorry

and the last thing you heard was Chrollo, thanking you for loving him

as he got up, with your lifeless body in his arms, cradling you protectively

Chrollo looked down at your face

you looked as if you were sleeping

just like that time when you went to an amusement park and he had to carry you home because of how tired you were

if only there wasn’t so much blood and your body was warmer

Machi and Feitan were looking at the both of you without saying a word

Machi’s eyes were shining with unshed tears

while Feitan grimaced behind his mask

things would never be the same now that you were gone

he could already sense the change in Chrollo

Feitan, do you know who he is?

Yes, seen him before. Yakuza from the northern side of the city. Had a clash a few months ago.

Chrollo only nodded and his fingers tightened their grip a little over your skin that was growing colder

Let’s head back. After all, we should forgive our enemies. But not before they are hanged.

Chrollo and the other two Spiders walked away from the scene in silence

every memory the two of you had built over time, good or bad, was burnt into his mind and kept replaying

he glanced at you again

you would never be forgotten

you would always be loved

Chrollo swore this

and swore to get even and kill them all

revenge is a confession of pain

and he had never felt so much of it before

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x reader #chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo x reader #chrollo lucilfer x reader #hxh chrollo #hxh writing

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moonrvsworld · 2 years

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(Last Chapter)

Its already seven o’clock in the morning when Keonhee arrived at his apartment. His sluggish step force him to drag his heavy body into the living room. He was pretty sure that he is in the sober condition to walk up the stairs. Alice put something in his drink. That’s why he couldnt to fucked with her all night long. He didnt realise about the light around when he opened the door. In the blink of an eye, a slight of someone’s silhouette surprise him. That man sit on the sofa, with a birthday cake and a whole bottle of beer in front of him.

“Hyung?” Keonhee stand on his feet like a statue. He even cannot manage his body to get closer.

That man turn around and stared at Keonhee with a sharp gaze.

“Where have you been?”

Keonhee tried so hard not to show flustered face. He even smiled. For the sake of his life, he couldnt figure out why he could bring himself to act like nothing happened.

“Do you know what time it is?” asked Youngjo while get up from the couch.

“Hyung, Im not a child. And what are you doing here, exactly?”

Youngjo looked away from him in disbeliefe. “You forgot our anniversary?”

His answer makes Keonhee suddenly burst into a laughter. “Our what? I think you’re the one who forget that we already ended up this shit.”

Without another response Youngjo grabbed Keonhee waist and pushed him hard into the wall. He got mad and upset like he was ready to kill someone today.

“You bastard! I told you not to mention that we broke up because I feel like I never ended this relation ship. And how dare you to avoiding me like this, huh? Do you know I’ve been waiting for you all night long like a stupid dumbass while you’re make out with random slut.”

Keonhee shutted his eyes for a moment. Every words from Youngjo’s lips feels like the bullets that keep shooting him up and wrecked his heart. The fact that he would gaze at Youngjo with a face devoid of resentment hurt him more.

“She’s not a slut, Hyung. She treats me well.”

“I dont give a fuck,” shouted Youngjo. “Are you betraying me on purpose? You want to make all this getting worst?”

Keonhee squinted his eyes. “What do you mean? Its clearly that you’re the one who messed things up.”

“And you never give a chance to me to explain everything. You choose to go on date with her like nothing happened.”

“Its not a date, Hyung.” Keonhee keep tried to deny.

“I couldnt take a sex as date too.”

For a moment, the silence stay between them. Keonhee feel hurt on his waist but he hold it a little longer since he knows how mad Youngjo right now. That man looks so selfish and mean but he realized that’s what make him love his professor so much. He covered all the feelings with some rude ways to show it, and suddenly he felt relief when he saw that Youngjo still has jealousy for him.

“I don’t even know what are you angry for.” Keonhee said with a low voice.

Youngjo move his hands. Now he reached Keonhee’s collar and grip it. He was burnt into his own emotion followed by the anger.

“Stop this bullshit, Keonhee. You know very well what makes me insane if its related to us. I wont let anyone touch you. You’re mine and no matter how bad this condition, I would never let anything wreck us.”

“You’re the one who should stop.” Keonhee retorted in a second. “Im sick and tired of this, Hyung. Just let it go. We can_”

“SHUT UP!!”

Suddenly Youngjo punched his fist on the wall. Its almost hit Keonhee’s face, but the fact that Youngjo would never hurt him physically makes him didn’t have another choice than hurt him self. Keonhee close his lips tightly. His eyes getting wider while looking at the blood on the wall. He move his eyes slowly to Youngjo. That man refused to look back and hide his heavy breath by bowing his head. Keonhee feels like all of his body shivering. Its not the first time he saw Youngjo lose himself, but it is the very first for Youngjo released his anger with torturing way. His mind now occupied with mostly of confusion. He was about to cry and try to reach Youngjo’s trembling hand.

“Hyung.”

Now his voice sounds full of sympathy. Its sounds pathetic yet full of missing him in some other way.

“Are you really that mad? Im a hurt you?” asked Keonhee. He gulped and tried to catch his own breath.

“Stop blabbering about us ended up like this, Keonhee. I tried my best to fix everything. If you wanna know the truth, Im more suffering than you ever think. I was sick of it for a long time, loving you like a moron and turn into lunatic person everytime you try to turn away from me. We got deeper than we think before and now you want me to get sink all alone?”

Tears drop on Keonhee’s cheek. He couldn’t believe that his love could take him to this level. His last long night with Alicia feels like nothing while he’s looking back at Youngjo and realise that he only want him to be his partner of life.

“I wont ask and beg more. There’s no use to force you in this wrong circle.”

Youngjo moved his hand away and took his coat on the coach.

“You sure you wont regret it this time, Sir?” asked Keonhee. His tremble and sad voice make Youngjo stay still but keep turning his body not to see that guy.

“I dont wanna give all my heart by hurting you like this.” Youngjo answered. “Im afraid I will do something more dangerous. We dont even know what’s on our mind if it lose its insanity.”

Keonhee step foward and hug Youngjo from the back. He can feel the tension on that man still hype up all around his body. The heat through his skin remind him of so many beautiful hot night that they spent together.

“You said you tried to fix something between us, may I know what was that?” asked Keonhee while burried his face into Youngjo’s neck.

“I gave up with my position in our campus.” Youngjo sighed so hard.

“You what?”

“I resigned.”

Keonhee turned Youngjo’s body so he can take a look in the eye.

“Hyung, are you serious? But why?”

He turn away his face in dramatic gesture. Something funny to see if its not in such a critical situation.

“Its all for you. I need to choose and I wanna choose you.”

“No, you dont have to go this far.”

Keonhee stared at Youngjo anxiously. Gosh, that man look so ridiculous and pathetic right now. His eyes turn to red and watery. Keonhee pretty sure that this is the lowest level of Youngjo’s defense. He reached Youngjo’s finger and kiss it.

“I’m still able to work at my agency. They need more songs to prepare the debute of some artists.” That man tried to explain everything easily. “I dont wanna drag you into a trouble because of this relation ship. You know people wont take it as something acceptable in our society. You deserve some respects and I’ll make sure they respect you as one of the smartest student. We’re not late for avoiding affair.”

Keonhee cannot hold back his emotion. He scooped Youngjo’s face and give him a slight kiss on the lips.

“Oh baby, I think I gave you too many trouble. Im demanding in so many ways all these times.”

“Dont you fret too much. This is what you want, right? A sacrifice? Because I hate being trapped in such unnecessary melodrama anymore and I always be the one who deserve to get blamed for everything.”

Keonhee cant help it. He was so speechless and take Youngjo’s injured hand.

“I’ll treat your wounds. You’re such a fool.” Keonhee pout his mouth.

Youngjo’s dropped his coat on the floor and pulled Keonhee closer.

“Who need a medicine right now? I only need you.”

“Baby...” Keonhee hissed while Youngjo take off his coat and began to kiss him.

“You really like to tested my limit, huh?”

“About what?” Keonhee hold his breath when Youngjo start to pulled out his pants. He sat on the couch with uneasy feeling because he get horny faster than he could ever think. Especially when he staring at Youngjo’s dark eyes right now.

“About threatening me with your plan to leave, or to end up all of this.”

Youngjo climbed up again, facing Keonhee’s chest and give some marks. What a beautiful hickeys to see and melodic moaning to hear in the morning.

“Hyuungg ... aahhh ...”

Keonhee bite his lips and stroke Youngjo’s hair. Youngjo moved down below. Within his little tickish bite on Keonhee’s stomach and thigh. Right after his head laid between Keonhee’s croctch he can heard Keonhee’s gasp.

“You smell like a bitch and I can tell you who is she,” said Youngjo while he was busy to squeeze Keonhee’s dick.

“How its taste like? Her pussy is good?”

“No, hyung. Nothing’s better than your tighten dick.”

Youngjo smirk like a demon. “That’s why I like you all this time, smooth talker.”

“Really?”

“How bout it?”

Keonhee almost scream desperately when Youngjo swallow his dick slowly. Youngjo’s warm mouth is everything he need.

“Hyung aahh.... aahhh...”

He poked his pelvis so his penis could digging deeper into Youngjo’s mouth. His hand reach Youngjo’s finger and lick it. Keonhee’s eyes narrowed and he couldnt tell what was going through his mind. Yungjo crawled up and they kissed again. Its snowing outside. The snowflakes seems wont ever stops so they are.

“I hate this smell,” he sniffed towards Keonhee’s neck. “What did she do to you?”

“Dont imagine.” He whispered while enjoying Youngjo’s tounge swap his ear.

Youngjo burst in anger, he laid Keonhee down on the couch immediately and pointed his dick into Keonhee’s mouth.

“Come on, bunny. Here’s your main dish. That bitch is nothing except a leftover food for you, right?”

Keonhee started to lick lightly. He did it in annoying way which makes Youngjo one hundred percent excited. His tounge only touch the tip and play on it to make it more hardened. Just another powerful way to hear Youngjo’s seductive groaning. Keonhee’s finger wont never stop to touch. He fondled Youngjo’s ass boldly like its belong to his hand.

“Just let me in,” he’s begging. His stare look so dark from this bottom place. “Of fuck, Keonhee what are you doing?”

“Celebrate our anniv?”

Youngjo glanced at the cake and poke the whipped cream. He put his finger into Keonhee’s mouth.

“Strawberry, your favorite.”

Keonhee smiled widely and poke another whipped cream then smear Youngjo’s dick with it. He pull down into his mouth and it was a good flavour to suck deeper than before.

“Aaahhhh bunny, mmmyeeaahhh .... owh shit.”

“Dont cumming yet! I wont let you.”

“But its to good baby.” He keep pushing back and forth.

Their sex always be nastiest when Keonhee start to play the game. He really know how to coddle Youngjo with his own calm maneuver. The penetration will take more time to enjoy after Youngjo thrust his dick behind the back.

“Hyung please, harder ....” asked Keonhee while Youngjo busy pushed inside his anal.

He slap Keonhee’s ass and make him scream in whining. Keonhee put his arm around Youngjo’s neck. He tilted his head, look at Youngjo’s tense face. One of the Youngjo’s hand strangle on Keonhee’s neck. He couldn’t refrain for kissing Keonhee’s chapped, red lips. Their breath collided in the air. The heat is unbearable and getting hotter.

“Oh shit, fuck it.” Keonhee’s murmured desperately.

“Let me cum inside, will ya?” asked Youngjo with heavy breath.

Keonhe only can nodded his head. The warm liquid fullfil his asshole when Youngjo start screaming. He didnt give Youngjo time to rest. Right after his dick revoked, he pushed Youngjo under him and put the dick into his mouth.

“I want you taste it as much as you can.”

Youngjo sucked it hard. Now his mouth full with Keonhee’s penis from the tip to the half.

“Hyung aahhh... dont stop ...”

Keonhee’s ass move nimbly. He’s getting excited since Youngjo tightened his mouth and his tounge touch every side to side of his dick.

“Aahhh .. ahhhh...”

The whining sound from Keonhee keep surround them. Youngjo couldn’t tell whether Keonhee was crying or too happy for it.

“Ah, shit, hyung. I ...”

The sperm spurt inside Youngjo’s mouth. Keonhee leaning over his hip while gripping Youngjo’s head. He yanked out a minute later and lay down his tired body on Youngjo. Both of them tried to manage their breath and heartbeat. For a moment they drawn into the silence. Keonhee closed his eyes and start to fee exhausted. Youngjo wont ever stop after once and always ask for another. He was so afraid that he wont be able to walk for a week. Its been a month or maybe more since they haven’t make out.

“Hyung,” called Keonhee in his husky voice.

“Mmmh?”

He can feel Youngjo’s finger on his hair. Stroke it with calm gesture and full of love.

“I miss you so much. Dont leave me again.”

Youngjo hug Keonhee and let their sweaty skin stick to each other.

“Never been anywhere. Unless you told me so. I’m so afraid. I dont wanna lose you and let you fuck with someone else.”

“Because Im yours? Your bunny slave?”

“Because I love you, you idiot!”

Keonhee smiled and cover his blushy face under Youngjo’s neck.

“I love you too, Hyung. I think I will tell my parents about us.”

Youngjo surprised and take a look at Keonhee to see that he is serious about what he said just now.

“Not in a million years,” he said.

“Sooner or later, they have to know about this. Especially since I wont let you go again.”

The embrace getting tighter. Youngjo kissed Keonhee’s forehead and move down below.

“I love morning sex,” Youngjo’s whispered while bite Keonhee’s lower lips.

“I love strawberry flavour om your dick.”

Both of them burst into laughter. Youngjo suddenly get his body up and pulled Keonhee with him.

“What are you gonna do?” asked Keonhee following him to the bathroom.

“Take a shower and clean you up. I hate smelling the scent of that slut on your body.”

#fanfic #kpop fanfic #fanfiction writer #bxb story #oneus #ravn oneus #oneus keonhee #bxb smut

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blobbyclouds · 5 years

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Since im a fan-thing of Sidon (shark prince from botw, i dont have a life-) what if Sidons S/O ever got poisoned by eating bad food created by a traitor that could have worked for the Yiga clan? Also thank you for making the cutest fanfic like things ive ever seen! :D

The Yiga really have it out for Sidon’s s/o, don’t they?

warnings: poison, nausea, headaches, fainting

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“Would you like a piece?” the young man asked. He was holding out a piece of bread with a strange jam spread over it. “It’s an old family recipe from far south. It’s very uncommon in these parts. You should try some.”

They smiled and nodded. The man had been nothing but polite to them, so it seemed only right that they try his food. “Of course,” they said. “I’m sure it’s wonderful.” They took a slice of bread from him and, after taking a quick sniff, took a bite. It was sweet and savory, but a bitter aftertaste soon followed. They were too polite to say anything though, and forced themselves to eat the rest.

“So what’d you think of it?” he asked, eyes wide with curiosity.

“Very good,” they lied. “I’ve never had anything like it before.”

He only laughed. “Quite true. It’s very exotic,” he said. “I doubt you’ll ever have anything like it again.”

As they forced out a laugh and smiled, he had no idea how much they hoped he was right. After the man made a polite farewell, they completely forgot about the awkward encounter and continued with their day.

Despite that, hours later they stood by the railing, holding on with white knuckles. They felt sick. The dull headache and somewhat unsettled stomach had begun an hour ago, but had refused to leave them since. It had steadily gotten worse, until they were standing there gripping to the railing for dear life. They tried to focus on the beautiful crystal water flowing below them or the gentle tinkle of running water, focus on anything but the way they felt.

“Ah, there you are!” Sidon’s gentle voice made them whip their head up. The simple motion of standing a little straighter made waves of pain shoot through their head. Wait. Did their vision just blur? No, they quickly told themselves, it’s just the effect of jerking their head up too suddenly.

Out of the corner of their eye, they saw Sidon come to stand by their side. If they felt better, they would’ve given him a hug, or at least a welcoming smile. However, since doing either of those actions would probably send their head spinning, they opted to stand stock still.

“You finished earlier than we expected,” they said. The words felt awkward in their mouth. Their tongue felt limp and awkward, like they had just woken up from a long nap. “Did everything go alright?”

Sidon nodded. “We were going to renew some old treaties with the Rito, but inclimate weather caused us to postpone to a later date,” he said. “But I’ve been dealing with that all day, so enough about that. What have you been busying yourself with today?”

Even the simple motion of shrugging took a great deal of effort. “Nothing much,” they mumbled, voice faltering. Why was their voice acting like this? They wanted to tell Sidon about everything they had actually done that day, but their uncooperative voice silenced them.

Sidon said something, but they couldn’t quite make out the words. It was like he had walked very far away and tried talking to them, even though he was clearly still by their side. Pain rolled through their head, pulsing in the very center. Why? Why was this happening? Their vision was unsteady too. Were they moving, or was their vision blurring?

A gentle hand on their shoulder made their vision stabilize. Oh. They had been swaying side to side. They hadn’t even noticed that.

“Are you alright, my dear?” Sidon asked.

They wanted to firmly nod their head yes, but found themselves unable to. They never wanted to worry Sidon when he had a kingdom to run, but the mounting anxiety in their chest made them forget that. “I don’t know,” they mumbled.

Sidon crouched in front of them, concern glinting in his golden eyes. “You don’t know?” he asked softly. He tucked back a stray strand of their hair. “What do you mean by that? You’re as pale as a ghost, so you mustn’t be feeling well.”

They shook their head miserably. Even their brain was starting to feel just as sluggish as the rest of their body. “I don’t know why I feel like this,” they murmured. “But it’s probably nothing.” Despite keeping their voice steady, they could still feel the doubt in their own words.

“I don’t think it’s nothing,” Sidon said, tightening his grip on their shoulders. “You seem quite unsteady — you’re shaking like you’re about ready to collapse. Did you get enough sleep?”

They could barely nod before Sidon continued. “Have you had enough to drink today?” He cupped the side of their face and tried to meet their dazed gaze. They were only half aware that they were looking into Sidon’s eyes. They were just so tired and aching… they didn’t want to think anymore.

Without thinking, they collapsed into Sidon’s chest. Besides letting out a soft grunt, he easily caught them and held them close. They were vaguely aware of him saying their name and trying to meet their eyes again. They were barely paying attention. Their senses were fried, causing Sidon’s voice to become a distant echo and his face to become an indistinct blur. All they could focus on was the overwhelming grogginess weighing down their whole body, sending waves of pain through their head and stomach. They just wanted to sleep. Sleep would make this all better, wouldn’t it?

Everything went black.

They weren’t sure how long they had been unconscious, but when they first opened their eyes, they felt like they had fallen off a cliff. There was a faded ache in their head and stomach, and a bitter taste in their mouth.

They were so caught up in their feelings they didn’t even notice the Zoras across the room at first. There were three of them — Sidon, a healer, and a guard — in a tight circle talking in low voices. They weren’t sure if it was just their hushed voices or their groggy hearing, but they couldn’t make out what they were talking about.

“Sidon?” they mumbled.

The three Zoras all jumped slightly. In a heartbeat, all three were around their soft bed, Sidon crouching by the closest.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, eyes showing the concern he couldn’t quite hide.

“Better,” they said. Compared to the awful sensations they had been feeling right before passing out, this was a tremendous improvement. “But… what happened? All I remember is feeling awful and then passing out.”

The three Zoras exchanged worried looks.

“We were hoping you could tell us that,” the healer said. She smiled gently. “Could you explain your symptoms, please?”

“If you’re feeling up to it, of course,” Sidon added hurriedly. “If not, you’re more than welcome to rest.”

“I can,” they said. With the help of Sidon’s hands on their shoulder and back, they were able to sit up against the soft pillows. They gave a quick run through of their symptoms before they had passed out — nausea, headaches, their spotty hearing and vision, and sudden fatigue.

Sidon’s face grew more and more anxious as they explained. The guard managed to show no reaction and the healer only nodded her head as she carefully considered their words.

“Then I believe that proves my theory correct,” she said, though she didn’t look nearly as happy as she should’ve.

“And what theory is that?” Sidon asked. He placed a protective hand on their shoulder.

The healer took in a deep breath. “Your Highness, I don’t mean to cause any alarm of sorts. It may have not even been intentional,” she began. Her eyes darted from Sidon back to them again and again. “But I believe they were poisoned.”

Their stomach all but leaped into their throat. Poisoned? But how?

“Poisoned?” Sidon said, echoing their thoughts. His grip on their shoulder unconsciously tightened. “How could they have been poisoned? Surely, if the food in the kitchens was poisoned others would be feeling the same way.”

The healer shook her head. “I’m afraid I don’t know,” she admitted. “But everything makes sense. Earlier, the only medicine that had any effect on them was a common berry that reverses the effects of poison. And, after hearing their symptoms, it seems to be the result of a rare berry native to the Gerudo Desert.”

They and Sidon exchanged a confused look.

“But they haven’t been remotely near the Gerudo Desert recently,” Sidon said, brow furrowing. “How in Hylia’s name—?”

“Wait,” they said. All eyes in the room instantly turned to them. They hadn’t been able to realize it until the healer had mentioned the berry but now… now they were certain of it. “I think I know what happened.”

The three Zoras urgently motioned for them to continue.

They turned towards the guard. “Do you remember the young man who came here about a week ago?” they asked.

The guard nodded. “I do, yes,” she said. “Why do you ask?”

They took in a deep breath. “This is just a hunch, but…” Sidon took their small hands into his own to offer what encouragement he could. “He gave me some bread this morning. There was a jam on it and it tasted kind of weird and…”

“Where is he?” Sidon asked, whipping his gaze to the guard. His tone was more tense than usual, causing the guard to strand rigid.

“He left just a few hours ago,” the guard said. “He seemed to be in a rush. I would’ve asked where he was going but he left just as they fainted and I was called over to help.”

The healer shook her head. “That’s no coincidence. He’s our culprit,” she said. She did nothing to disguise the venom in her voice. Though they weren’t Zora, they were a beloved member of the Domain. Even seeing their safety threatened was enough to send the blood of most Zora boiling — Sidon’s especially.

“Is there any way it was on accident?” they asked, brow furrowing. The man had seemed so kind. Could he really have poisoned them? They looked down into their lap, suddenly feeling ashamed. “I should’ve realized. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to worry anyone, you especially Sidon. I didn’t—”

“Don’t apologize, my pearl,” Sidon said, voice soft. He placed both hands on their shoulders. “This isn’t your fault, and I don’t want you to blame yourself for one second. I want you to simply stay here and rest.”

“What about you?” they asked.

“I’m going to make sure that this situation can never repeat itself,” he said. Despite the intensity of his voice, he still managed to offer them a comforting smile. Then, with one last kiss on the forehead, he and the guard were whisking out of the room.

#legend of zelda: breath of the wild #loz: botw scenario #prince sidon x reader #botw sidon/reader #botw x reader imagines #sidon imagines

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chiroyu · 5 years

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Chapter 1: Fights and regrets

Crowley isn't sure what had started the argument. Perhaps it had to deal with how he ties his shoes. Which he doesnt, but that is not the point. All he knows is one moment Aziraphale and him are drinking, discussing something or the other. And then the next moment their glasses are discarded and they're standing up yelling at each other.

"You're so frustrating, Crowley! Why cant you just grow up and stop acting like a child?!" Aziraphale yelled, gripping his hands into fists tightly.

Crowley growled. "Me, frustrating?! How about you take a look at yourself, Aziraphale! You're constantly on about your stupid books, your stupid want for food, you're annoying!" He growls loudly, yelling in anger as he stomps closer to aziraphale and pokes him in the chest with his finger.

Aziraphale looks hurt, backing up slowly away from Crowley. But crowley doesnt notice, or if he does he doesnt care, he continues to step forward until their chests were almost touching.

"You're as indecisive as they come, constantly whining about, 'should I read this or that, should I order that or this!' I wish for once in your bloody life you'd shut up and just choose!"

He stops only for a moment to catch his breath before continuing. "And dont fucking get me started on when we're in the bedroom! Constantly complaining about the position, about how I'm too rough, or too gentle, which one do you want?! And then you whine about your body, im sick of hearing about how you feel uncomfortable with this and that about yourself, because frankly I do not care!! I just want a goodsnag, not your incessant chatter!" He yells in anger, spittle flying everywhere.

By this point Aziraphale's eyes are dripping with tears, and only now does it seem that crowley notices what he said and how it affected aziraphale.

Crowley steps back, looking extremely guilty. "A-angel, I didnt mean- I was so angry, I'm s-so-" hes cut off by an upset Aziraphale.

Aziraphale shakes his head, his body shaking as he let's out a sob. "Be quiet! Just leave!"

Crowley tries to step forward to console Aziraphale, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder. But aziraphale knocks it away, glaring up at Crowley with wet, tear filled eyes.

"Do not touch me, y-you- you fiend! Just leave!" Aziraphale yells loudly, stepping back away from crowley as he continues to cry.

Crowley steps back in surprise. "Angel, P-please listen, I-i didnt mean- " again he is cut off by Aziraphale.

"No, I dont want to hear your- your excuses! I want you to leave! Now go!" Aziraphale says, his voice stern and cold.

Crowley realizes that Aziraphale wont listen to him, no matter what he does or says. Not right now at least. He would have to come back when.they both were cool minded to apologize. So he nods slowly, looking down at the floor with a saddened and guilty expression. "A-alright angel, I'll leave... i-im sorry." He tries again as he begins to walk towards the door.

Aziraphale sobs, looking at Crowey as he walks by with an angry, upset expression. "I dont want your a-apologizes! I-i hope you crash and die in your stupid car!" He yells in an outburst of anger, not realizing the weight of his words in that moment.

Crowley looks hurt, but feels like he deserves those words as he leaves the book shop and walks quickly to his car. He gets in slowly, stopping for a moment to look at the book shop front before starting the car and driving off quickly and recklessly.

Aziraphale stands in the book shop alone, sobbing quietly as he tries to wipe his tears on his sleeve. Why was crowley so mean?! Was he thinking such things all the time?! Why he really that annoying?! He sobbed loudly, walking himself over tot he couch and sitting down heavily.

Meanwhile, crowley was driving through London at the highest speed possible. He drove around cars, often going into the opposite lane of traffic to do so. The night was dark and foggy, somehow fitting the mood he was feeling right then. Why did he have to say those things to angel?! They weren't even true! He would never think such things about angel, he couldnt possibly! But dammit he had gotten so angry and he just wanted to let it out, even if what he said was lies he had wanted to see the hurt flash across Aziraphale's face. And he did and it dodnt feel him with satisfaction, it filled him with guilt. Fuck, he was so guilty...

He looked down at his hands on the steering wheel, which he gripped tightly, he felt tears well up in his eyes which closed his vision. He sniffled, not reaching up to wipe them away. "Fuck..." he mumbles. Looking back up from his hands and to the road. his eyes flying open wide at what he saw.

Aziraphale had had a few minutes to calm himself, sniffling quietly as he wiped his eyes from the left over tears. He sighs gently, thinking back over the fight. It wasnt just Crowley who was in the wrong, he was as well. He had been the one to start the fight, even though he had not meant to he did. He was the one who put the final nail int je coffin as they say, causing Crowley to lash out... it was his fault and he needed to apologize.

So he got up and went over to his phone, clearing his throat before picking it up and dialing in Crowley's number. He waited, the phone ringing a few times before going to voicemail. He tried again.

Quite a bit away from the book shop and a few minutes prior to Aziraphaletrying his phone, Crowley had served to avoid an oncoming car that otherwise would have driven into him at full speed. Instead, he swerved right into a large tree.

He heard more than felt crunching and breaking noises, coming from both himself and his car. He felt blood drip down his face, tasting it in his mouth. He felt sluggish, draped over the dashboard and wheel. He couldnt get his body to move, only able to lay there and watch as smoke escaped from beneath the hood of the car. He watched it form intricate shapes and patterns, moving pictures that replayed his memories.

He heard a ringing noise, looking to the left where he saw the small screen of his phone light up. The screen vibrates slightly from the ringing noise, but he was able to read Aziraphale's name. "A-angel..." he tries to say, but it comes out raspy and breathy.

Crowley tries to move his hand to get his phone, but the call ends before he can reach it. He sees his hand move and grip the phone a few moments later, but he doesnt feel it. The ringing starts again and his shaky hand slowly hits the answer button. He is breathing hard, he realizes, as he tries to talk. "A-a-an-gel-"

Azirapahle sighs in relief, twisting the phone cord around his finger as he does so. "Ah, crowley, I'm glad you answered. I'm very sorry for how I reacted, I should have listened to you. Now taht I've calmed down, I wanted to-" he stops as he realizes how quiet Ceowley is. "Crowley?" He asks, slightly worried the demon may be angry with him.

Crowley tries to answer to Aziraphale's words, but all he can do is continue to breathe heavily. His hand which is holding the phone is shaking. "A-a-a-" he can barley even make that one simple sound. His mind feels heavy like its filled with goo or sludge, feeling like something is moving and swimming inside his head.

"Crowley?" He asks again, listening closely and barley being able to make out heavy breathing and a few noises. "Crowley, is everything okay?" His voice slightly higher pitched as he asks, more worried.

Crowley can barley move his mouth to make any noises. his eyes lids feel extremely heavy, trying to close every few seconds. He forces himself to try and speak. "I-I'm s-s-so-rry.." he gets out in broken syllables before he sees the phone drop from his hand. Distantly he can hear Aziraphale's worried voice calling out for him, but he cant make out what exactly he is saying. He feels his eye lids slowly close, the last thing he sees is a shadow just outside the car reaching for him.

"Crowley!" Aziraphale calls out, gripping the phone in his hands tightly. "W-whats wrong, why are you apologizing?! A-are you hurt, what happened?!" He doesnt get a response.and feels panic well up inside. "Crowley!!" He yells loudly, desperate hoping for a response. He doesnt get one and sobs loudly. It feels like his heart is being gripped tightly, on the verge of exploding. "Crowley, please, love, answer me!" He sobs loudly. Still, there is not a single word for a response.

Aziraphale so a again, listening closely, so closely, for a single noise. Then he hears it. Slight shuffling that gets nearer until he hears what sounds like something covering the phones mic then uncovering it. "Crowley?!" He calls out loudly.

Theres more shuffling before a voice responds, but it isn't Crowley. Aziraphale recognizes that voice.

"sorry, Crowley cant come to the phone right now." The voice says. and why does it sound so familiar to Aziraphale.

"And why not?!" He calls out, extremely worried.

"Why? Because he is dead, of course" the voices responds deadpan.

And then Aziraphale recognizes teh voice. Its death. "No... no, he cant be! H-he cant be!" He sobs out, not wanting to believe it.

Death is quiet for a moment before he hums, more shuffling from his side of the phone. "But he is."

Aziraphale chokes on a sob. "N-no... h-how?!" He demands loudly.

"A car crash." He says simply.

And the fight replays in Aziraphale's mind, remembering when he told Crowley he hoped he would crash and die in his stupid car. He sobs again, falling to his knees and shakily reaching up to cover his mouth with his hand. "No..." he replies quietly.

Death chuckles. "Yes." And then the line goes dead, leaving Aziraphale with the harsh dial tone ringing in his ear as he sobs out in pain and grief.

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monoma:

@s-inasa hey. it's Monoma

Inasa:

Oh hello!! How are you doing Monoma?

monoma:

I'm alright. long day haha

Thanks again for all this

Inasa:

Hey relax! I should be the one thanking you

Its been some...lonely, weird recovery weeks

monoma:

Oh...? sorry to hear that

I get that though

it's a weird situation

Inasa:

I still don't get it, to this day, what the fuck happened.

I knew I was gonna be rejected.

But the girl's quirk was brutal anyway.

monoma:

... yeah.

I can clear it up for you a little bit right now, if you'd like.

I was hit by it too (I don't know if you remember hearing that at the hospital) so I've got... experience with it.

Inasa:

That so? I don't remember much of the waiting room. The pain meds made me sluggish.

Tell me about your experience!

monoma:

Now? ... ok

... I feel like with every person it's just really different, I guess....

and, I guess, I was having a really rough time with my emotions, so. they grew really slowly at first. I thought they were kind of just a rash at first? and then some sort of weird welts, I dunno.

they were really hard to take out, too... really hard. kind of impossible tbh...

Inasa:

Mine were hard too. It hurt like...ever had to take blood from the back of your hand? That hurts a lot.

But they didn't grow slowly

They just. Sprouted everywhere

And fast

That bug girl really didn't want to help me at first. I was terrified.

monoma:

At least she helped you. I had to find out from someone else what was even happening

it is scary though.

Inasa:

I still have nightmares of...dull, bored looking fly eyes and flowers coming out of my chest like nails.

monoma:

hah....

I get nightmares too.

Inasa:

I remember...after the surgery

Every time I tried eating something I'd throw up.

monoma:

Oh wow

Inasa:

Like their roots were still there

Yeah. But ! I'm okay now right!? Thats what matters in the end!

monoma:

... that's really scary

... idk

I had the surgery too, but I think they fucked up somehow because it's not... completely gone...

I haven't told anyone that yet though so. Don't go blurting that around. I'm gonna get it handled.

And I'm not trying to scare you in saying that, I'm just... mentioning.

Um. How do you feel? .. Emotionally?

Taking them out is supposed to... affect you... and I've noticed that, to some extent, but, like I said, it's not completely gone for me...

Inasa:

They came back?? Oh no...

Um. In what sense?

In towards...towards Todoroki?

monoma:

... is that who the flowers were reacting to... ah.

Yes

ah. Sort of the same way, really slowly. I had a lot of chest pains for a while and I guess I just didn't connect it to what had happened... And I don't think my surgery was nearly as extensive/invasive as yours.

............................. I guess the only difference is maybe they're more internal now than before... I didn't really think about it?

Kind of trying not to.

Inasa:

You should get that removed, Monoma.

Before they grow violent like mine did.

monoma:

Yeah. I know that.

Like I said, I'm handling it.

Anyway, you and Todoroki.

Inasa:

...yes?

monoma:

...

I mean, what's that feel like? Do you feel better? Or... anything, really? Towards him?

Inasa:

...have you ever felt hollow?

Like there's a void inside your chest?

That's how I feel about him now... its weird.

And I don't like it.

I like..him. as a friend.

Feeling nothing is disturbing.

monoma:

Ah. Just like that?

Just... instantly, huh?

Interesting.

Inasa:

It's just.

I knew he was going to reject me.

He likes a girl after all, hah. He's dating that girl.

So even before I heard it from him I had been preparing myself for it.

Besides, I'm the kind of guy who instantly forgives people?

That might have helped.

monoma:

Would it have though

I think, if there's anything to learn from this mess, it's that you can't just logic emotions away like that...

Doesn't matter if you were prepared. It was still gonna hurt.

Inasa:

You're right...

monoma:

... Forgiveness is an interesting thing to bring up right now

Inasa:

Why?

monoma:

Because... in this case, who would you have been trying to forgive? Todoroki?

... Maybe that's an odd question.

Inasa:

Yeah?

Anyone would get mad at being rejected.

And uh. Especially going through a traumatic experience.

But I knew it wasnt on him.... just on me.

So whatever resentment I could be having I forgave and tried to move on.

monoma:

I see...

Inasa:

Yeah. That's where I'm at today!

...You know Monoma.

monoma:

Inasa:

My senpai, Shishikura. He tried to stop us from chatting.

I dont get it.

You're nice.

monoma:

Ah. Yes, he approached me too about that.

Haha

Thank you

Inasa:

Dont thank me! Its just what it is

I don't understand.

monoma:

I'm thanking you because I haven't heard that in a while.

There's.. been a lot of rumors going on about me, that's all.

He might have heard them.

I don't know what kind of things he said to you...

... I am glad you disregarded them though. At least, enough for us to text like this.

Inasa:

Rumors suck.

monoma:

Yep haha

Inasa:

He said some mean stuff

And that you want to sleep with me.

monoma:

oh goddamnit

Inasa:

But uh. If that's the case I haven't realized yet

monoma:

that wasn't my intention. in this conversation. at all.

again, rumors. of my apparent harlotry.

eveyrone here thinks i'm a slut now and i guess that's spread over to your school too, which is just great.

Inasa:

Oh. Why is that??

monoma:

probably because i act like one.

Inasa:

Well.

That's mean.

You don't act like one at least towards me

monoma:

i'm mean to myself. bad habit

Inasa:

Besides what's wrong with sex?

monoma:

... nothing..

Inasa:

Yeah!

I guess people are just mean. They used to be mean about my height, now they're mean because I got the license late and that i got it as a first year...

monoma:

Well that's just ridiculous

And that's just honestly jealousy

Like, I've heard about you and I've heard about the things you can do. They just hate that you can do them all and you can't

Inasa:

Thank you!

And I apologize for my senpai's behavior!

I'm sure he doesn't really mean it, whatever he's thinking of...

monoma:

I think he does. But I'll try not to be too bothered about it

like I said, it wasn't my intention for the conversation.

... and even if it was, it wouldn't really be his business anyway.

no offense to him. of course

I just really didn't appreciate how he went about all this.

Inasa:

He's a smart guy but. Sometimes he lets his emotions get the better of him.

I remember how scary he looked when he learned that I got rejected. Almost like he wanted to kill Todoroki.

He's protective.

monoma:

I see

Well, he has no reason to be. We're obviously getting along...

Hopefully that kind of thing won't continue...

Inasa:

I hope so too!

About your flowers. Your feelings for whoever they were ...

Are they there?

monoma:

What do you mean, there?

... I still feel for him, if that's what you're talking about

Inasa:

Yeah that.

Ah.

monoma:

I suppose it's a little different now.

I don't...

I try not to think about it too much.

... I really don't like them. The flowers.

Or... feeling, I guess.

Trying to ignore them is what got it so bad last time, so I'm sort of trying to embrace them now...

Inasa:

Why dont you like the feeling? Are you scared?

If so, i get that. Im scared too of having a small crush.

monoma:

... yeah

it's.. really complicated? a little...

Inasa:

Well

If you want someone non judgemental to hear

I'm here! :-)

monoma:

Err.. maybe a little. I don't wanna take up too much of your time,,,

Inasa:

Its fine!

monoma:

ok...

........... that bug bitch kind of hit a bunch of us with her quirk, so it kind of....

It's making everything weird

Inasa:

Oh...

Weird how

monoma:

Well

Everyone can look at your flowers and just make assumptions, right? Based on the color or what's associated with them

And having your own out in the open is bad enough...

... but then you see others, with theirs, and...

I dunno.

I don't like it.

Inasa:

You care about these people. Thats normal!

monoma:

,,,

I guess,,

Inasa:

It'd kill me to see people I like in pain.

monoma:

yeah...

I don't like seeing that on people. like, if I say something, and suddenly, more of those flowers pop up...

Especially knowing what they can do...

And I guess I can't help but associate those feelings with the flowers. I know without the quirk they're not nearly as dangerous... but aren't they?

eh.

Inasa:

I don't know a lot, honestly.

monoma:

mm.

Inasa:

But I understand you

monoma:

... cool

Inasa:

:-)

monoma:

hahaha

:)...

Inasa:

Anytime you need someone to talk to about this

Or anything else

You can talk to me!

monoma:

haha

thanks

You're really friendly lol. it's a nice change

Inasa:

I get the overfriendliness comment a lot!

This time its appreciative so its good

monoma:

I didn't say overfriendly haha it's the perfect amount, I guess

Glad you appreciate it though :P

Inasa:

😄

monoma:

hehe

... obviously the same to you though

especially since you're still in recovery... it doesn't have to be as lonely anymore, maybe

Inasa:

Hey thank you! I talk to my senpai a lot in this recovery period. Someone else would be fun!

monoma:

Haha... fun is definitely one word for it

Inasa:

How would you put it?

monoma:

Ah.... idk,,,,,

It's....exciting, I guess

It's also just a depressing topic haha, so...

Inasa:

It is.

I don't like to remember how it basically took a part of me away

monoma:

... It basically did. Yeah.

It sucks...

Inasa:

...are you scared of loving?

After what happened?

monoma:

Ah... in what way are you thinking?

Because I'm scared of a lot.

I kind of would have been fine with just...losing the capacity for love after this. Because it was all so much. But... I guess... it kind of made me ready for the scarier aspects of it

Or maybe I just like the fear?

... I've been told I'm a bit of a masochist, haha...

Inasa:

In the way. In the way I have a small crush but I'm terrified to act upon it

monoma:

Oh.....

Inasa:

I wouldn't like to lose the ability to love. Love moves us you know? Hot blood on the veins and passion!!

But its. Too early

I mean I had the crush before, just a bit.

monoma:

"Hot blood" hahaha

Take your time, then...?

You have the time, at least...

You don't have to rush into it. You're still getting over Todoroki, technically.... and it'd be better for both of you

Inasa:

You dont have time though

monoma:

...

Inasa:

Your flowers.

monoma:

... are being handled

Inasa:

But dont you like someone? The someone they're for?

monoma:

Yes...

Inasa:

...do they not like you?

Like Todoroki doesn't like me?

monoma:

Um. ... no, I think they like me. Maybe.

I mean, not maybe,, they do. They've...mentioned it, I mean,,

Inasa:

W H A T ??????

monoma:

Wh-what,

Inasa:

ARE YOU SERIOUS?

THEN WHAT THE

WHAT ARE YOU DOING ??

monoma:

,,,

Inasa:

YOU GOTTA FIX THIS BY TELLING THEM!

monoma:

but im scared,,

Inasa:

You have no idea what I wouldn't give to not have had the surgery!

You have no idea what I would have sacrificed for him to love me back!

You have your chance right in front of you!

monoma:

,,,,it's more complicated than that,,

he already left me once, idk if I can,,

I mean, I do plan on,,,

I was just, waiting, ah, until the time was right...??

Inasa:

You're.

You saw me. That day.

What did i look like ?

I dont know exactly. I just had my point of view.

monoma:

You're what I have the most nightmares about. Haha

You just... looked like you were in agony, sort've... it was like monstrous

Inasa:

That's. That's because he didn't love me.

You say your guy does!

monoma:

...a little

Inasa:

A little is better than nothing!

Even if its corresponded by a LITTLE you won't have to go through what i did!

monoma:

Okay...

sorry

I know I'm stupid about this...

Inasa:

You're scared.

Its okay to be scared

BUT

If you need a hand to hold through this I'm here!

You saw what I have been through

I don't want that...demonic quirk affecting anyone else

monoma:

Yeah ... me neither...

Inasa:

...tell the guy.

monoma:

Okay...

Inasa:

No, really tell him

You're nice, Monoma!

You dont deserve surgery nor what I went through

Avoid heartbreak.

monoma:

Okay. Okay. I'll try to.

... there's reasons why I haven't, but I know those are excuses, so I'll. really try. okay.

sorry

Inasa:

If you need me to help, I will!

In any way I can!

monoma:

... thanks.

Thank you.

um, yeah... I'll let you know then

Inasa:

Okay!

#[[ uwu hanahaki trauma talk time ]]#monoma.log #inasa #hanahaki.arc

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