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surplus-of-sarcasm · 1 year

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Hey! I read that snippet of your story that you wrote (the young hero getting DEMOLISHED by the villain but not giving up) it was amazing! Where can I read the rest

Heyyyy! Thank you so much for this request! ❤️❤️This book series is a WIP, but since several people found this piece interesting, I'll be happy to write a part 2! Also, I am soooooo incredibly sorry it's this late, but my schedule was really messed up. @sunnynwanda you said you found pt 1 interesting and u were curious about what happened next in replies, so here it is!

Part 1

I Do Not Believe in Giving Up, Pt.2

TW: Injury, references to a past fight, hostage situation, lying, broken ribcage, fear of drugging

I woke up feeling featherlight, a sensation I recognised as the effect of being under the influence of a powerful painkiller. My form was cushioned against a soft mattress, bandages wrapped snugly around my ribcage, a clear indication that whoever had tended to my wounds knew what they were doing. The blanket drawn across me was thick and warm, all the conditions seemingly ideal for slipping back into a deep sleep.

Not a luxury you can afford as a spy.

A much smaller issue made its presence known as I subconsciously wet my dry, cracked lips. The small cuts in them burned at the action, and I recognised the roughness at the back of my throat that came with thirst. After switching on the lamp, my eyes flitted over to a jug of water and a few empty glasses on the nightstand. Reaching for it as quickly as I could while trying not to jostle my ribs too much, I poured myself a glass.

Only to instantly place it back again on the nightstand, gaze trailing down wistfully at the droplets of the liquid falling down to form a small puddle on the ground. I knew it certainly wasn't poisoned; Villain could've easily finished me during that fight if he'd desired, but there was absolutely no guarantee that the water wasn't laced with a drug of sorts. How fun.

The door opened, letting a small stream of pale, yellow light creep across the floor. I wasn't allowed the common courtesy of a knock, feeling the muscles in my arm tense as I held onto the mahogany of the nightstand with a white-knuckled grip. But I relaxed again at having figured he might've believed I was still unconscious. Villain sauntered in, hands clasped behind his back, a pensive look colouring his features. He pulled up a chair and sat himself down not too far from the bed.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, each large hand now settled atop one of his legs.

"Fine," I shrugged, feeling as shudder run through me as the covers fell down a little when I shifted my position, the cool air from the now ajar door being the culprit. I was completely shirtless, my old top discarded, which really didn't matter as it had been reduced to no more than a bloodied, sweaty rag. I had a feeling that asking him to close the door would not be the best idea. Better safe than sorry.

I resorted to pulling the blanket across my shoulders. "For how long have I been out?"

"Four days." Ah, so the IV drip was the only reason why I hadn't starved to death. I raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. After what I'd just been through, I hadn't expected any less. He didn't need to know I was unfazed.

"You should drink some water." He gestured to the jug, fixing me with a stern but not cruel gaze.

"Why would that matter to you?" I questioned, cocking a skeptical brow, tone only the least bit challenging. Sure, I wasn't planning on letting him in completely on all of the distrust I had, but making a complete fool of myself would arouse suspicion.

"I have no intentions of letting any harm come to your health, boy. Is there not enough proof for it?"

"Well, in that case, you should surely have a drink first. Common courtesy. You did after all, save my life." I let a hint of amusement make its way into my tone and the corner of my lip curl upwards with a lopsided smirk. "Don't worry, I'll be sure to follow suit,"

I was relieved to see a hint of mirth in Villain's eyes as he poured himself a glass and swiftly drank it. But no matter how good I'd become at reading people, there was no surefire guarantee that the older man didn't sense any trepidation in my request. Practice makes almost perfect.

I poured myself a glass, drinking significantly more water than my vis-à-vis. And goddamn, I was grateful for its soothing coolness against my scratchy throat and the newfound moisture it gave my battered lips. I allowed a considerably larger smile to dance across my face. Convenient.

"So, I take it you're well enough to answer a few simple questions?" The villain straightened his back, interlocking his fingers together and turning the full intensity of his gaze on me.

I'd expected this, but that didn't mean I wasn't somewhat dreading it, if the knots coiling in my stomach were any indication. Villain was obviously one of my more clever adversaries, but I wasn't going to back down just yet. My facial muscles worked to keep my expression level and somewhat unreadable. "Ask away," I replied evenly.

"What is your name? Don't lie to me."

"[Pseudonym]. There is no point of lying. There are millions of other boys with that name, so does it really matter?" I shrugged. There were millions of other boys named Hero too, but I wasn't just going to throw my civilian name right at a villain's feet.

"Do you have a family? Any known relatives? Anyone you care about, [Pseudonym]?" Villain's tone was civil, but something about it held a faint scent of danger, an unspoken "think of them before every answer you give," radiating from the unwavering, obsidian gaze.

"No one I can call a friend. And if I had a family, do you think I would be here throwing my life out on the line? The only thing I have to lose?" It was by the aid of a miracle that I hadn't laughed at the irony of my own statement. I sunk just a little deeper into the sheets, my neck now resting on a pillow. I side-eyed the little assortment of potted succulents on the window sill, allowing a hint of a forlorn look in my eyes to be caught by the criminal. A small amount of pity would help with my act, so I ignored the defiant protest of my dignity making its presence known in the form of a tightness in my chest. Survival tactic.

"It's safe to assume you have been sent on this mission alone, then?"

I turned my gaze back to him again, my cheek resting against one of my hands. "Yeah."

"Alright," the villain replied, straightening his spine. "Who do you work for?"

I'd anticipated the question, so much so that I thought it would be the first one I would get. Despite that, I hadn't been able to fabricate an answer legitimately enough so it wouldn't crumble under scrutiny.

I feigned hesitance, chewing on my bottom lip. "You've literally broken my ribcage, and I still wouldn't talk."

He let out an exasperated sigh. "I won't hurt you. But if you refuse to divulge, then I will just have to draw your employers here. By keeping you."

"So you won't hurt me, but you're just going to keep me hostage. How thoughtful. And what makes you think that'll even work. That they'll really come looking for me?" I let a bit of desperation make its way into my tone, breathing hitching just enough to sound nervous.

"I may be above certain actions, but I never said I was an angel. Changing your fate lies in your hands, if they supposedly won't come for you." He stood up from his chair, fixing me with a pointed look before striding towards the door.

"Wait!" I called out to his retreating back. "In exchange for your protection, I'll tell you."

He turned around, quirking an eyebrow in mild interest. "Do pray tell, and you have my word, boy."

"Other Villain. I work for Other Villain."

He folded his arms across his chest, still cautious. "Well, you seemed hell-bent on not telling me a word, even after all I did to you. What suddenly changed your mind?" He raised an eyebrow, a pensive look crossing his face.

"Primarily, the hostage situation. And I didn't know being young would grant me your mercy."

I let my voice break just a little, laced with the smallest bit of vulnerability just so that he'd buy my act. "Other Villain never really held me in high regard. I worked for him only as a victim of circumstance, I mean, he sent me here completely alone."

"And during the fight?"

God, he was making this difficult. "If I was going to die, I might as well have done it with dignity, no? And I'm not doing it for free. And as for Other Villain, he should remember. . ."

A knowing smile crept across my lips."Hungry dogs aren't loyal."

A pensive look crossed his features, but he nodded at me, seeming to cave in. Finally. "I'll deal with Other Villain. You've made the right choice telling me, child. Provided you aren't lying to me."

"Oh, don't worry about that. Foolish thing to do when I'm in your territory with a broken ribcage," I replied, with an offhand shrug.

He nodded at me and left, telling me to use the telephone on the nightstand to call one of his people in case I needed anything.

Admittedly, the whole ordeal had left my heartbeat a little more erratic, a milllion 'what-ifs' in my thoughts, as though my mind was at war with itself.

I poured myself a glass of water and tried to steady my nerves. Pull yourself together, Hero.

I just needed to figure out a way to reach out to the rest of my team. The whole Other Villain fiasco would buy me some time, his animosity with Villain being very much in my favour.

There was a reason why I never resorted to giving up, not even as a last option in desperation. It never got anyone anywhere. And if I failed so miserably, at least I'd have the credit that I hadn't wasted my last breath, too precious to me to not die trying.

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drhdmgr · 5 months

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How one hangover (pretty bad one 😂) christmas morning I got full idea about what might have been in Our souls were made from the stars.

So, I was again thinking Our souls potential plots. And I came with one comprehensive enough which I really liked. I know the author once mentioned a plan to follow canonical events, more or less, so that is how I imagined that too. 95% of what I came with is anyway full exact Tolkien set up.

Still fingers crossed silverwing12 comes back!

I hope I will not offend any authors with posting this my idea how someone elses work could go…. If I did, sorry for that, but I think same as we speculate about 2nd season, we can speculate about fanfics :).

So here is the miracle 🤪. And absolutely at the end, I have even short idea description for another possible plot idea 😂😂😂☺️.

(i) They repair the greenhouse and get back together somehow (some Estel escalation happens) - a lot sex in Anenfel ideally 😂😂😉 afterwards. Mairon’s desires will win and he will just be a traitorous piece of shit through all this. Aaa, I love his unbeliavable ability for the denial 😉. But he will never lie to her about his feelings for her, that not! I definitely want them to share the l-word ❤️ finally!

(ii) I have no clue how Melkor gets intel how to get Ungoliant to Trees, I do not even know/imagine if it will be Mairon and how he would get this info. Yavanna is not stupid to tell him…So I simply assume this intel somehow happened. Trees are destroyed, Melkor goes crazy for stones and kills Finwe. Mairon is revealed as traitor and flees with Melkor to Endor. They cannot take sea (Ulmo is pissed), so they go through Helcaraxe.

(iii) Galadriel is hearthbroken but so pissed and angry she buries it inside. I think they might even have some interaction before Mairon escapes. Some yelling and so on. Mairon has shown himself to be quite a coward, so he will leave from this argument simply rather than defend himself. Well, he can hardly defend himself anyways…. He will change to the wolf form and stay like that for all Helcaraxe crossing. It also helps with his denial as like a wolf, he feels a bit differently. Melkor will definitely be amused by that.

(iv) Now a couple centuries all goes as in the canon. Feanor gets super mad and is quickly killed in Endor. No one is sorry about that. Melkor and spol cross Helcaraxe and Ungoliant gets hungry for stones, they fight her. Mairon directs major battles, but no direct participation - Balrogs and orcs as a first line casualties rather than commanders. Curumo is back in Valinor, this time he is under cover… no one trusts him anyways. Melkor goes even more crazy. Mairon is pissed but trapped in the situation of his own mess and denial. Mairon and Melkor corrupt some human tribes. In the meanwhile, elves crossing Helcaraxe including Galadriel come to Endor. She will be in Doriath. Meets Teleporno bla bla who cares about the guy 😂. All major battles and events happen as in the canon: Galadriel’s two brothers die in fires of Thangorodrim when Mairon breaches the siege of Angband. Mairon takes control of Tor in Gaurgoth. Beren meets Luthien. Thingol will be another crazy elf. Quest for Silmaril happens. Mairon’s wolves by mistake really kill Finrod. (I see this as a speed highway to Valinor for Finrod 😂😂😂.) Mairon will be soooo pissed and desperate that he just lets Luthien and Huan to defeat him. Bcs of course otherwise if he would not be in depression, he would be able to deal with them. Melkor will be so pissed. Mairon hides in the wolf form till end of the 1st age, also renewing his powers doing so. Than again all goes as in the canon. First age will end. Mairon will not go to Valinor when summoned. I ask myself why I like him so much when he is such a coward really 😂😂😂. Galadriel stays too - not married to Teleporno or anyone else! Luthien never tells her details about how Mairon was defeated. Galadriel vowes to revenge her brother.

(iv) Galadriel hunts for Mairon. He hides not having to fight her. Because as the author already said, he would not be able to hurt her anyways. But he assumes, correctly, that she would not be so reserved. So cute those two really. I love them. 😂 She jumps from the ship and whojoooo. She of course immediatelly sees Mairon as he still has his super sexy form.

-I have no clue why he is on the raft, sorry for this plothhole. I also do not like TROP idea that Adar would kill him, so I cease this. They just went separate ways, already end 1st age. Mairon had enough of orc shit and orcs were anyway getting out of control as later generations were just savage animals.-

But a worm attacks, so before they start to fight, they need to escape the worm. Than they have really long argument. He finally tells her all his shitty reasons why he joined Melkor, how Melkor went super mad shit, how all went differently than he planned and bla bla bla bla bla bla. A lot of self-pity and denial in it. She tells him he is a moron. He tells her all her brothers were just collateral damage in war. A storm happens. They get to Numenor, they play human Halbrand thingie. She persuades him that to solve his shit in Endor, he should solve Southlands and the orc infestation boiling there. So from the plan to kill Mairon, Galadriel goes to plan to use Mairon. Of course a lot angst and pinning for each other is happening all the time. Galadriel is super conflicted. They go to Mordor, volcano errupts. Here small difference, Mairon is not injured, they just agree to go to elves for help. In Eregion, Galadriel finds Mairon is plotting some dominance magic with Celebrimbor, she banishes him after he tells her he sees no difference between to rule or to save. Rings are made.

(v) Both are super unhappy for rest of second and third ages. Mairon goes super word dominance mode, and I tend to imagine it is because putting so much will of himself into the ring, he also goes partially mad. Some part of enchantment probably going bad or something. And also he will make a ring feeling rejected by her, so all bad vibes going in. All again goes as in the canon, Galadriel suffers Mairon’s destruction in Numenor as they have a bond of course! But she also feels he is still there. But so she feels the ring and how it corrupts all. Celebrian is born as a daughter of Celebrimbor and some elf - well, Aragorn needs Arwen, what to do…. I just do not have any valid idea how in this mess Galadriel and Mairon could have a kid…, so Celebrian is related only to Galadriel. Galadriel will rise her mostly, as they are very close. She will rise her because her father will be killed by Mairon’s army (tortute to get the ring intel…) and mother will leave in grief for Valinor. The kid will not want to leave yet. Celeborn will be like a father to Celebrian too.

(vi) The cold war between lovers until the end of Third age. Galadriel hates the influence of the ring. Mairon feels Galadriel’s last rejection of the ring and is really really really in the deep self-pity mode. Ring is destroyed. Olorin was wrong, though, as there is one more thing - My big plot idea 🤪🤪🤪- which still can anchor Mairon spirit in some reasonable form, not just as an impotent shadow. What is it??? Necklace which Galadriel never took off! She never leaves for Valinor at the end of the 3rd age. She never fades either. She finally accepts she loves him even through it all. She just waits several ages for Mairon to regenerate enough his strength. And after this happens, they live happily ever after in our word. (Maybe they also have that kid the author was hinting, whatever, would make sense - a lot sex of course 😂😂😂😉.). No word dominance as Galadriel would leave him for Valinor and also as the ring was destroyed and Mairon is whole again, he is not partially crazy anymore. He actually does not talk about all the ring business rather at all, especially the part where two small hobbits take it through his dominion to his volcano, is still a very sensitive topic 🌋 🌋🌋.

Some small follow ups for other characters

-Yavanna knows all and is very happy for them, they even talk sometimes.

-Arien is not driving sun anymore, Valar solved that after the 4th age. She lives with Tilion in Anenfel.

-Aule is still angry at Mairon, but proud of his life with Galadriel.

-Celeborn and Esten are married. I just had to do this one, sorry for that 😂😂☺️.

-Curumo is drifting as an impotent spirit, but Olorin drops by sometimes.

-Finrod and spol are of course out of Mandos. Free Finwe :).

Aaaa, I think I like this as some kind of closure. Just ignore massive illogical thing - why Galadriel would want him after he did all the canon shit up to the ring destruction 😂😂😂.

I am still a bit conflicted because I think it is also valid to assume the whole Our souls story could end at the end of 1st age and Galadriel and Mairon cleaning the mess after 1st age together as a couple before returning to Valinor and living in Anenfel together. This would not follow Tolkien from end 1st age and that would be totally full story as well! Galadriel could be used by Melkor to manipulate Mairon and he will go full Sauron mode to save her. Melkor could send some of those nice Moriondors to abduct her and than threat Mairon to behave well and do his bidding. Or he could abduct her as a punishment for lost Silmaril. Yeah, that could work too. But I would definitely not have any actual torture done to her. That I think would not go well with the mode of the author of Our souls at all. Mairon would break into Angband when Melkor would be somehoe distracted and make a hell there and get her out. Afterwards, he would join last battles and final destruction of Angband and Melkor. But not on Valar side, he would be on his side :). I think he would be done with both Melkor and Valar at this point 😂😂😂.

#haladriel #galadriel x sauron #silverwing12 #galadriel x mairon #our souls were made from the stars

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house-of-slayterr · 2 years

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Waking Up From Wonderland:

Hannibal Series Pt. 3 for: @myers-meadow

Meadow's POV:

A gentle shaking of my shoulder woke me from my slumber. A leather-clad hand was the first thing I noticed. Dr Lecter.

“How are you?” He asked.

“How am I?” I scoffed.

“How are they?” He corrected.

“They still haven’t woken, but the doctors said they’re stable.”

“Physically, at least.”

“Don’t do that.” I said, calmly.

He raised a brow.

“Don’t try to read them while their out. They wouldn’t like it. You don’t know them like I do. Nobody does.”

“I’m sorry, I did not mean to offend. I came to tell you, agent Crawford will want to speak with them when they wake up.”

“That’s an awful idea, they don’t-“

“Like authorities? I could guess as much. Which is why I heavily suggested they should speak to a therapist before the police. We’d relay any important information. Agent Crawford will allow either myself or my college Alana Bloom to speak with them first.”

“Thank you Doctor Lecter, you didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to. Do you mind?”

He asked, gesturing to the empty chair in the room.

“How are you in all of this? That’s a lot for the average person to witness.”

“I’m not particularly average”

He smiled at this. A wry smile, one that wasn't quite real but not in the realm of pity.

"This Alana, is she good? Is she nice, I mean. Frances doesn't like men very much, I think they'd rather have a female therapist if they have to talk to anyone."

"Yes, Miss Bloom is very good. She's one of my most trusted colleagues. Frances would be in good hands."

We sat talking for about an hour, about the case, about random things. I realised I like hearing the sound of his voice. His accent was strange, but it was more than pleasant.

"What?" He asked.

I gave him a confused look.

"You're thinking, and by the looks of it, pretty hard."

I chuckled.

"I was-" I paused thinking it over.

"You know your secrets are safe with me right?" "I'm not a patient." "No, but I do keep my acquaintances secrets as well, free of charge." He joked.

"You've got jokes?" I asked amused.

"Not many."

"I was thinking that I like the sound of your voice. The way it echo's in my head after you speak feels nice."

A real smile this time. It looked good on him.

"Well, thank you. I quite like the sound of your voice as well Miss Meadow.

I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. Frances was stirring. We both turned our attention to them. Their movement got bigger until their eyes finally fluttered open. But they were quickly screwed shut.

"It's too bright," I told Hannibal softly.

I didn't want to speak too loud. Hannibal was quick to turn off the lights.

"Should I-" He began.

"No stay, we can call a nurse with the button if we need."

I watched Frances fumble to place her hand protectively over the call button.

"No nurses then, you sure."

They nodded.

"Doting." They whispered.

"You are in a hospital, people are allowed to take care of you, you know that right?" I laughed.

"How are you feeling."

"High."

I laughed once more.

"That would be the morphine."

They calmly tried to reach for their IV site but I guided their hand away.

"No way, I'm willing to wait to call the nurse in, but you're not doing that."

I knew Hannibal was watching out interaction intensely.

"Don't like it."

"I know you dont." "Head fuzzy."

"That's the part most people like," Hannibal said.

"Most people are idiots."

They sat up and winced a little.

"Mentally, how are you feeling." He asked.

I gave him a look, I thought Alana was going to be questioning her.

"How should I feel? I don't remember much of anything. I went to work, this fan came into my dressing room with flowers, then after that its all kind of-" They paused.

"He grabbed my arm, at first I thought maybe his nails accidental dug into my skin. But I felt a prick, it was hot. Then he told me to smell the flowers. I thought it was an odd request, but They were quite pretty."

I held my hand up to Hannibal as he tried to speak. I knew better than to interrupt their train of thought. especially now when they were so vulnerable.

"Sanguinaria Canadensis... Bloodroot. Causes vomiting, fever, organ failure and a hypnotic-like tired state. I know this. I KNOW THIS!" they raised their voice.

It was clear that they were becoming stressed.

"Do you want me to phone Alana?" Hannibal asked.

I nodded.

"Frances, can you take a few deep breaths for me?"

"Meadow, I let this man drug me! I'm a sodding idiot! But why can't I remember it? What did he make me do?"

"I think you should wait until Miss Bloom gets here. The police have agreed-"

"The police???"

"Don't worry, Alana will get a statement and we'll convince them to drop any charges you might have against you." Hannibal tried to calm them.

"Did I hurt anyone?" They looked past me, right at him.

They knew I would lie if it meant keeping them safe. Even from themselves.

"Not that we witnessed. No. Other than yourself, you aren't responsible for anything that happened."

"And what exactly happened Hannibal?"

I wasn't aware they knew him. He must have caught the look of confusion on my face.

"I send some of my favourite dancer's flowers after the show. I sign cards with my first name. People get intimidated when they see 'Doctor' on things."

"Nobody other than you has ever brought me flowers. I guess I assumed they'd be harmless. He... looked harmless."

"So you remember what he looks like?"

"I remember his eyes. I was trying to be polite so I forced myself to look at them. That was my first mistake."

They shivered.

"They were soulless. No life to them, just dull iceberg blue. His iris in his left eye was blown wide, but the one on the right never dilated. I prefer his left eye."

"Perhaps he was under the influence of something?"

The monitor started to beep rapidly again, and their heart rate is climbing.

"Frances, what's wrong?" I asked.

They chuckled a little.

"The bloodroot, I can feel it in my veins. I won't last much longer."

"Don't say that."

They finally looked me in the eye.

"My organs are shutting down Meadow. My pancreas and gallbladder are already gone, but I can live without those. The hospital won't find enough organs to replace the ones I'm losing. Not in time anyway. But I'll tell Alana everything I remember. I wasn't to help catch this guy. He isn't very nice."

"I'm not letting you die," Meadow said defensively.

"And I'm not going to let you waste your time. You should spend it with Hannibal. He's a nice man Dow."

"When you see the nurse, please ask her to turn down my IV" They added once I didn't speak.

"You're going into multiple organ failure Frances, and you want to get rid of the one thing keeping you stable?"

"Not stable, Doctor, It's numbing, I prefer to feel Doctor Lecter. Proves that I'm real." They looked out the window. "The two of you are wasting time. Don't you know, there's a crazed killer on the loose."

Hannibal escorted me into the hallway.

"Are you alright?"

"You're asking if I'm alright when I just found out my friend is dying and they don't care?"

"That's not going to happen. There's a cure for every poison. I'll find."

"They're right, that's not going to replace any of the organs that are already too far gone."

"I will handle it, If money is the problem I can cover any of the costs the hospital might have."

"You don't have to do that." "I want to. I assure you. Alana will get their story, You and I will search for a cure. And the FBI will catch this man, hopefully before he comes back for you, his White Queen."

I shuddered at that.

"I hate that name."

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Frances POV:

I was glad Meadow had someone, Doctor Lecter seemed like a good man. I could feel the blood in my veins growing sluggish. It wasn’t much a difference, but I could always tell when something was wrong. It’s made me feel itchy, like my skin was crawling. I probably have a week at most.

I laughed dryly, my throat sore and cracked. I wondered how long I was already out. So much lost time, such a shame. I tried to remember what happened that day. Really tried. But my walls were up. That damn trauma response, forgive and forget. Sometimes I swore it was a curse. I knock at the door brought me out of my thought.

“You must be Doctor Bloom.”

She gave me a polite smile.

“Please sit, we don’t have much time.”

“So Doctor Lecter told me. You’re being cynical.”

“Cynicism never killed anyone.”

“Neither did positivity.”

“Positivity, naivety, they grow from the same seed, reside on the same tree. Do you suppose the man who poisoned me was thinking positive thoughts?”

She sat down in the seat next to my bed.

“You know what you’re poisoned with, the doctors can find you a cure.”

“Total organ failure doesn’t have many cures Doctor Bloom. But would you like to know what does? Murder. The cure is justice. I want to find the man who did this before he hurts anyone else. The others don’t deserve this.”

“But you do?”

“I’m not perfect.”

“Nobody is.”

“I’m far… from perfect. Believe me. Meadow is kind, honest, pure. Doctor Lecter is cunning, ambitious, protective and pious. And you Doctor Bloom are hardworking, loyal, sincere and compassionate. But you struggle to balance to skepticism and optimism.”

“Is that what you believe?”

“I as you said, am cynical, untrusting, obsessive, and self-destructive. Now we can sit here and run through the basics of therapy and you can tell me how I’m living my life wrong and have a multitude of unhealthy coping mechanisms. Or you can help me remember what happiness that day so the man who did this to me is behind bars.”

“If you think that is going to help. Tell me what you do remember. Start at the begging.”

“I was early to work as usual…”

I smiled at that guard as he let me through the doors. We never talked, I saw no need. I let him use his words but kept mine close to my chest. A simple nod. A “yeah” here and there. It was easy, a relationship of connivance.

I made my way to the dressing room, stripping out of my street clothes. It was a ritual, I always took everything off in a particular order. Shoes then pants then socks. Jacket, then shirt and undergarments. I let my hair out of its ponytail and slipped into my tights and leotard.

I say in the chair and painstakingly brushed every hair back into my bun. It was flawless and smooth, my hairspray smelt like old shoelaces and boysenberries. An odd, but comforting combination. I applied my makeup slowly, being sure to perfect each stroke. Last was always my shoes, my Pointe shoes. I felt incomplete without them.

I was startled by a sudden knock on the door. Nobody else ever came in this early. Maybe it was just the guard. I was confused when I opened the door to a man. He was taller than me, scrawny, not much muscle. Obviously not a dancer. He stood clunky, like a soldier. ROTC perhaps, maybe young marines. Drop out.

“Umm, sorry to bother you miss Darling. I’m a huge fan and I-“

“How did you get in here?”

“The guard let me in.” He mumbled quickly “I’m not able to make it to the show tonight, so he offered to let me give these to you now.”

I raised a brow at him. He produced a bouquet of flowers from behind his back.

“May I come in?”

“To my dressing room?”

He blushed slightly.

“You’re already dressed.” He pointed out.

“Then I suppose that just makes this a regular room then.” I said flatly.

I stepped aside to let him in. I wasn’t sure why. There was something about him that was alluring, toxic.

“I’m sorry I can’t be there tonight. I’m sure the performance will be head turning.”

He emphasised the last two words of the sentences. The hung lazily on his tongue, yet held an air of excitement.

“Hmm” I hummed. “I suppose you’ll be wanting an autograph or something?”

“Oh. Yes!” He dug through his bag and produced what looked like a manuscript.

I took out the red pen I kept neatly on my dresser. I signed it and thanked him for stopping by, pointing to the door. I could set aside a few moments for a fan, but I didn’t get as many as the others who’d been with the company longer. I was younger, and less experienced, and still had to prove myself to them and the audience. Any more delays would throw off my whole routine. As I went to shut the door he spoke one last time.

“The flowers… you really should smell them. They’re lovely.”

He plucked one from the bouquet I had set beside the door, not having a vase ready for them. Before I could respond he held one up to my face. I thoughtlessly took a breath. Before meeting his eyes. His eyes, they were crazed. There was something dark in them, lurking just below the inky black and the icy blue. What an odd shade of blue. How long had I been staring, why was I staring.

That was the first time I felt it. The fuzz, the static. Like how I imagined it felt to be crossfaded, high and drunk. Two things I’ve never wanted to experience. I enjoyed being sober, sober was safe. Sober people didn’t make as many mistakes.

“It works quickly.”

“Huh?”

“I said, you work quickly. I mean you’re already dressed and ready before anyone else gets here. Surely you have more time for your biggest fan.”

He pushed the door open more.

“Yeah, my biggest fan. How lovely.”

How lovely. I never say shit like that.

“I need your help with something amiss Darling.”

I didn’t feel the need to correct him about my pronoun preferences. It didn’t seem important.

“My help?”

“Do what you do best, when the police get here, you’ll put on a performance, won’t you?”

He gripped my chin and made me look in those sinful eyes again.

“Police?”

“For the art. They’ll come to see my art. Our art!”

Art. He saw my work as art? Truly and simply. Pride, I think that’s what I was feeling. One of the seven deadly sins, but why did it feel so good?

“And if I cannot keep their attention?”

I knew I could. There was someone in the audience whose eyes were always on me. One Hannibal Lecter.

“Then, My Hatter shall never Futterwacken again. You’ll break those pretty legs of yours. I wonder, can the ballerina follow a script?”

He rubbed his thumb against my ear. Placing a small headphone like device in it. He tapped it for good measure.

“You tell them what I tell you, nothing more, nothing less. You won’t need to bother with the rest. I’ll release you when you’re of no use to me. And then you won’t worry that pretty little head of yours.”

“I won’t?”

“No miss Darling, you’ll be too crazed to remember. Like miss Sayer at the end of Black Swan. She bleeds to death at the crescendo, and the White Swan gets her happily ever after. Well in this story, My White Swan, more aptly My White Queen, she falls victim to a much more gruesome fate.”

He pulled a strand of hair out of my perfect bun and tucked it behind my ear.

“But I won’t let them forget about the little Black Swan, my very own Mad Hatter.”

He snapped something in place around my neck.

“Now up to the roof with you, wait for my signal. Don’t let anyone see you until then.”

I nodded my head and rushed to that rooftop. There was a glass section in the roof, a skylight we could open and close depending on the needs of the performance. The first day I got here I stayed late and watched the stars through it. An hour went by and people started to pile in, I watched and I waited. For the show.

And oh, what a show it was. There was red, red everywhere. I watched as they ran and screamed and broke. The building looked tight and our day guard was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he already got rid of the obstacle.

He was graceful now, unlike earlier when his movements were clunky and robotic. He killed with ease. Slicing through skin and bone without hesitation. And they each fell into place. I stayed to watch as he arranged them. Like the instruments in a symphony, all blending together in a beautiful display. I couldn’t look away, no I might forget if I do.

He said I’d forget anyway. But something I wanted to remember. I need to. And when the time came I played my part. I jumped off the roof, not an ounce of fear in my body. I felt giddy, unstoppable. Manic.

“His face wasn’t real” I concluded.

“What do you mean by that? You’ve made great progress in the past few hours, why doubt that detail.”

“Because, it was vivid. It wasn’t muddled.”

“You saw him before he drugged you.”

“Before I know he drugged me. He had to have been in there before me. Fans aren’t allowed before hours, it’s not safe. My hairspray, the boysenberry scent was fake. Chemically, it faded way too quickly. I use it everyday, It would be hard to miss.”

“You think there was something in your hair spray, like a smaller dose to make you more suggestible.”

“I saw what I wanted to see. The memory of him is all jumbled. He looked like-“

I took a deep breath, scoffing at the idea.

“He looked like my father.”

“Your father?”

“Yes. But that’s not possible. My father's been dead for a while now. Buried next to his wife. The two of them rotting underground where they belong.”

“Perhaps you miss him, somewhere deep down.”

“Deep, deep down then. You want to know the first time I genuinely smiled Doctor? The day of his funeral, when I put him in that box, and put that box six feet under.”

She shifted comfortable in her seat. I felt a sting in my heart. The poisoned leaking it’s way in once more, cell by cell. I coughed, trying to clear my throat.

“But you can be sure of everything else. I made sure to keep those memories safe. I didn’t like the way he made me feel. I keep the things I don’t like bottled, the seal on those is impenetrable.”

“And how exactly did he make you feel?”

“Powerless, and used and wasted. But most of all, I feel angry. Anger is not an emotion you feel lightly Doctor. It’s hot and all-consuming, leaving nothing but guilt and regret and sorrow in its wake. It cannot survive on its own so it leaches onto all your other emotions until you cannot distinguish one from the other. It is toxic and it is deadly. I do not like being made to feel such a thing. I thought I felt it for the last time when I buried my parents, and this miscreant has dug it up again. And for that, he will be sorry.”

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Hannibal’s POV:

Meadow was distraught, that much was obvious. I entrusted her in the hands of Will. He was efficient in finding things most others couldn't. He could help her find a cure for Frances. But Frances was also right. I allowed them to use my office, a place William was plenty familiar with.

Frances would need organs, something that wouldn’t be easy to come by. Unless of course, there was a fresh supply. I’d collected a sample of their blood with my hanker-chief as they were loaded in the back of the ambulance. I could smell it, AB positive. I’d have to work quickly, night fall would come soon. Meadow and Will would grow suspicious of my wear abouts.

The victim wasn’t hard to chose, a man I’d met earlier this week. He’d spit at a waitress in a restaurant. I did nothing at the time because I was in public. People these days weren’t hard to find, they posted their whereabouts on social media. But that was too obvious, the police could follow it. So I posed as a cabbie and drove him home. I offered him a drink, laced with enough drugs to knock him out.

He wouldn’t feel it. What I was doing to him. He wouldn’t feel me saw unto his chest cavity and carefully remove each organ one by one as he watched. Going in order form least vital to most. They would have to go on ice immediately and be delivered to the hospital. An anonymous donation, not typical but I knew for a fact the head surgeon at the hospital was corrupt. He’d do anything for extra cash, even use black market organs.

I had confiance in Meadow, she was smart, she cared. As I removed his heart, watching his lungs fill with one final gasp of air before deflating, my phone rang. I took off my gloves and picked it up.

“Dr Lecter.”

“Hannibal we found it, I know a guy we can get it from, can meet him in an hour. But we’ll have to get back into their room, the drug isn’t legal int he US, so one of us will have to give it to them without the nurses knowing”.

How interesting, she was so willing to break the law for this friend.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can. Take Will with you, just in case this guys doesn’t have good intentions. I’ll meet you at the hospital.”

I cleaned up my mess, casually arranging his body where the FBI was sure to find it. Another victim of the Chesapeake Killer. Tragic. I left the organs where the front desk receptionist would find them on her smoke break. With a note, insinuating they were a gift from our newest serial killer. Of course, they would later be used as evidence, but it’s not like the cops could remove them from Frances body.

I paid off the night nurse on her floor to let me come visit, claiming I was worried for them. I wanted to observe them from a psychological standpoint. They looked much worse than the last time I’d seen them. Some of their hair had already begun to pass out. The poison was working faster than it was supposed to. It pained me, seeing someone so… undeserving, be in this position.

They seemed nice. Neurotic, distant, but they held genuine compassion. The once strong ballerina looked weaker then a cancer patient on chemo. It was disturbing. I lightly shook then awake. Their hand shot out to grab mine, and they used the other to wipe sleep out of their eyes.

“Hannibal? What time is it?”

“Nearly two in the morning.”

“You haven’t slept?”

“You seem concerned.”

“You’re patients deserve a well rested therapist.”

“Meadow found a way to help you. She’s on her way.”

“The hospital won’t let her in after visiting hours- wait how did you even get in here?”

“I’m a high profile Doctor.”

“Right.”

“And I paid off the nurse to let them in.”

“You spent money on me?”

“I have been, the flowers.”

“Flowers can be plucked from the earth by hand Doctor Lecter. You did not pay for those, they’re from your own personal garden. You use expensive fertiliser and there are no bug bites on any of your leaves and stems. Money, money is earned. I have done nothing to be deserving of yours.”

“Then perhaps it was pity pay.”

They scoffed.

“I don’t need your pity.”

“Meadow would want me to.”

This brought their attention back.

“You know nothing about her!” They snapped.

Protective. Fascinating.

“Hey earlier you were trying to set us up.”

“She deserves a man like you Doctor Lecter. But do not pretend to understand her from one day of psychoanalysis. She’s a complex creature, one with seemingly infinite layers. It has taken me months to dig deep into her skin, push past the epidermis. Yet still I am stuck between layers of muscle and fatty tissue. Take your time with her, treat her well and she’ll open up. But your surface level perception will not taint how either of us… appreciate her.”

“I apologise, I wasn’t aware it was a triggering topic”

“Meadow is my best friend, my only friend. I will keep her close until the day she realises I am not good enough for her. She is all I have, and all I will ever know. There was no before and there is no after Meadow. There’s just me, a once promising dancer who tragically lost their skill due to a crazed lunatic and raging murder investigation.”

“I take it you remember.”

“Alana has told the FBI all they need to know.”

“You think you’ll never dance again?”

“Unlikely. I cannot feel my legs Doctor Lecter. The were so mangled after I jumped, that even the surgeons didn’t know how to put them back together. Walk, maybe. Run, highly improbable. But dance, if I cannot bare my soul on stage, then I shall cower in the wings. People will forget about Frances Darling. My name will now be tied to this atrocity more so then it ever was to my passion. I will become nothing more than a series of rumours whispered around town until everyone grows bored of my name.”

They took a shaky breath.

“Some will flinch, or cross thé street when they see me, hide their children because they will blame me for what happened to my fellow dancers. And others will stop me with video cameras and red ink, ‘hey look, it’s the killer ballerina’ and I will simply smile and nod and accept my title. Because that’s what people do in the face of horrific tragedy. But I’m sure you understand that very well Hannibal.”

“You’re over thinking.”

“It’s all I have left. My body is decaying, rotting from the inside out. My blood, it itches and it’s taking everything in me not to tear off my own arms right now. The room is hot and sticky, yet I shiver like I’ve never known warmth before. But my mind, it still there, loud as ever. He tried to take that from me, but I’m stronger then he anticipated. If you say Meadow find a cure, then good. I’ll be here to see this man burn.”

As if on que, I heard the distinct foot falls of Meadow’s heels. Followed by Will’s awkward gait. The entered the room quickly and shut the door behind them.

“You’re awake!” Meadow said.

“I informed them you were coming.”

“Who’s the third Musketeer in your merry band of misfits Hannibal?”

I offered a chortle.

“This is Agent Graham.”

“Come to question me?”

“No, my boss has what he needs from You from Miss Bloom. I owed Hannibal a favour.”

They ran a hand through their hair, pulling out more chunks.

“This won’t work, even if you kill the poison, my body is too far gone. It can’t heal itself.”

“I spoke to the head surgeon, he has agreed to operate on you in the morning if you’re stable throughout the night.”

“Great, now we just need organs to magically fall from the sky.”

“You’re AB positive, correct? There was a death recently, he says your blood type and plasma match.”

“He doesn’t know which organs I need.”

“They’ve offered the whole body to you first.”

“There are others who have waited longer.”

“You are part of an activate murder investigation, you get top priority.”

They growled under their breath.

“Fine. But I don’t have to be pleased about it.”

“You’re upset we’re saving your life?”

“No, I’m upset that she’s choosing me again. You both wouldn’t be standing her if not for Meadow. Beautiful, charming, Meadow. Tell me, will you choose me a third time when the Red Queen comes back for me? Or will spamming ‘a’ get old?”

“Don’t do this right now?”

“What, be honest? At least I don’t lie to protect people feelings. You should do what’s best for every body. Think with your head, not your heart.”

The paused, coughing.

“He’s not going to stop until everyone in Wonderland is dead besides him. He thinks I’m both Alice and the Hatter. Imagine that. I guess that means I get to die twice.”

They started coughing more violently, their small body shaking with each jerk. They pulled their hand away from their mouth and their was a string of blood hanging from it. They stopped to look Meadow in the eyes for the first time evening.

“I don’t want to be the protagonist” they whispered.

Tears brimming in their eyes. Their eyes began to flutter and I lunged forward, gently laying their head back on the pillow.

“Give me the antidote.” I commanded will.

He handed me syringe, filled with a strange smelling clear liquid. I injected it into a vein in their neck, knowing it would reach the heart more quickly. But their pulse was slowing. I began CPR to try and get their blood flowing faster.

“I’m going to get the nurse.” Meadow said. “They’ll perform emergency surgery right?” She asked neither of us in particular.

Frances wasn’t going to die tonight. That wasn’t part of my plan. And this man who calls himself The Red Queen, would soon be meeting the Ripper. Something told me to protect these two, and it was obvious now they came as a pair. You couldn’t have one without the other, they were unstable apart. And now Will had witnessed it too. He actually looked worried, this man had witnessed things much more graphic then the display in front of him. Yet he actually looked concerned for once. I’d have to discover the reason for this interest later, now my priority was them.

An: Italics is flashback. This chapter was so much fun to write. I love suspense and angst, even when I’m torturing myself In story form 😈

#hannibal #fang writes #hannibal lecter #hannibal lecter imagine #nbc hannibal #hannibal x reader #Alana bloom #meadow <3

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HIIIIHIII Could i request a matchup .....? Enstars, twst and hypmic pls ...!!!

name is kitten or 🐏 emoji! i preferably dont use pronouns but she/her it/its are ok. i have no romantic preference in terms of fictional characters hahaaa.

my mbti is INTP, tho i tend to be the most "extroverted" one if placed in a room with other introverts. im also a 8w9 + virgo if that helps. also AB blood type though i dont see many people who believe in that stuff on here.

uhmmmm my personality. im pretty sociable for an introvert, but can get burnt out super quickly IRL (but i can talk for hours over text). due to the autism i cant express myself IRL but i make up for it a lot through the internet by being uhhh a real character online.

im like a bimbo with autistm and ADHD basically, airheaded cutesy girly, bad at filtering myself so i can definitely be rude/mean asf .. super bad attention span.. always with a friend. i Can like get carried away and get very mean to people im not friends with. overall im very temperamental and ive always been like "pretty girl but comes off rude/fake but shes also the class clown kinda". since humor just comes naturally to me kinda.

hobbies include: arts (drawing, making art dolls, sewing, designing outfits/costumes, fashion, ect). i used to do dancing and track running but had to stop due to health complications (im super low energy and cant be as active as most ppl). I LOVE idols so much too.

What i look in a partnerrr?? Uhh nobody shorted than me (162cm) just cuz i cant see them romantically no matter how hard i try. anything is ok honestly as long as I can talk to them for ages and theyre not too loud/chaotic. overall want someone to be as equally as down bad as i am with them for me (if not more haha)

misc ... uhh my favorite love language is acts of service. i dont have to force myself to do anything i struggle with like putting thoughts into words or trying to act affectionate (tho i do get cuteness aggression). i love recieving words of affirmation lmao i need the reminding that they do love me !!!!.

i lovee cats, BOBA i kind of have an addiction to it. cute stuff cute ppl ect... i dont rlly like public affection (its cringe asf seeing couples act lovey dovey in public Sory Im not doing that).

I WROTE SO MUCH SORRY i didnt even notice Please forgive me. uhh last bit of trivia umm. if i were half-animal id have bunny ears and a tail... or id be a deer. THATS IT OK SORRY.

hi kitten! rrararararraa a hypmic AND enstars request?? im so excited :> and don't worry about rambling, it gives me a better idea on who i can match you with! hope you like them!

ENSEMBLE STARS ---- SHU ITSUKI

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ shu's first meeting with you was not actually the first time he's seen you. your handiwork with fashion had piqued his interest for the longest time, but he never actually knew that it was you behind those pieces. so imagine his surprise when he finds out that the genius behind the designs was in fact, you! though shu came off as fussy at first, especially since he wanted to get close to you to observe how you perfected your designs, he gradually found himself enjoying your company more and more. when he finds out about your interest in idols, this amuses him greatly, considering he is one. he'd be the last to admit he likes you, but his behavior ends up changing for the better when he's around you. as a partner, shu can be a bit extravagant with the way he shows love, but he always remembers to keep it in private to respect your preference. he's a perfectionist, so he likes to plan out your activities together down to the tiniest detail, but that's because he wants you to have the best time. shu can be rather straightforward with his words as he doesn't beat around the bush — he doesn't have a filter at times either — but everything he says about you, he truly means them. shu likes admiring you while you're busy at work (he says he's doing it because he wants to see how you do things but secretly it's because he likes watching you do something you're passionate about) but there are days where the both of you would be in the same room working on your respective designs together! he asks for your inputs and vice versa, it's usually the most fun he has.

TWISTED WONDERLAND ---- JAMIL VIPER

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ jamil was not your biggest fan when you first met — if he were being honest, you almost reminded him of kalim, and having another kalim was never good. still, you often get paired in tasks together that he had to get to know you eventually, and was he wrong about not liking you. though it took him quite a while to warm up to the idea of being in your company, he actually found himself looking forward to talking with you. surprise surprise, jamil's definitely the type of "he fell harder" in this situation. as a partner, jamil is most definitely not the publicly affectionate type. though it might seem he's keeping your relationship lowkey, it's mainly because he didn't want people (read: kalim) to make the biggest fuss about it. though he doesn't take you out that often, he's very loving and caring in private. though jamil never enjoyed the idea of serving someone, with you it was different. he'd find himself enjoying to cook your favorite food, help you out in your tasks without a word, and to make you feel as comfortable as possible. character development for him, tbh. when you tell him of your craving for boba, watch this man continuously try and succeed to making boba tea tailored to your preference.

HYPNOSIS MIC ---- NEMU AOHITSUGI

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ nemu actually met you through a chance encounter in a mock rap battle during the tdd era as audience members. it was your personality that drew her in, but she was actually surprised by how blunt you were, but if she were being honest, your humor makes her laugh a lot. your relationship means the world to her, especially since she made sure that samatoki didn't interfere as much as possible. she loves her brother, but he can get carried away when it comes to her. nemu's definitely the one who ended up liking you first, but she's unsure on how to express this to you. as a partner, nemu is very, very sweet. she's scared of messing anything up, so she carefully plans everything in advance. when she finds out that you like cats, she actually comes forward with the idea of adopting a cat together with you! it became your bonding activity, with two of nemu's favorites in the entire world: the cat and of course, you. she has your favorite boba order/s memorized and likes to surprise you with getting some. nemu's the encouraging type, so expect a lot of comforting words from her. she's also the type who likes bringing you out to shop, whether it's for your art materials or for clothes, nemu likes hearing your inputs on the items you buy (or consider buying) and takes note of them so she can surprise you with them in the future.

#hypnosis mic #hypmic matchups #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland matchups #ensemble stars #ensemble stars matchups #enstars matchups #enstars #·˚ * 🔭 carlyle matchups

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dredge au again (u already know who it is): my beloved, its been entirely too long since ive written you last (my last ask was literally like four hours ago)

*grabs ur hand* no WE have made the baileys so fucked up:

Ethan begins talking about strange whispers, ‘the sea,’ he says, ‘can you hear it? listen’ Richie thinks its a load of shit, but after a restless night on the open sea, he begins to hear it.

It tells him to turn back, to leave the Chosen and her sister alone, to leave them be, and it will spare him. The sea has become generous, for now, he’s been blessed by the Collector, after all, but recently the Collector is falling out of favor with the sea.

It likes it’s new Chosen, likes the sister, as well. Likes that they respect what is theirs, and what is the sea’s. They seem to have a strange sense of intuition, the sister, especially, is quick to throw a trinket back into the sea, like she can tell what the sea wants to keep. The only thing the sea would like to know, is where Sidney Prescott is, but she, too, is gaining favor with the sea.

It is Sidney Prescott who warns them away, stuttering out what she is allowed to about the Collector. It is Sidney Prescott who warns them to be safe, to never be too cocky, to never let any type of greed consume them. It is Sidney Prescott who says, ‘give back to the sea. you cannot take something without exchanging something in return. If the price is too steep, it’s best to throw it back.’ And the sisters listen. So, the sea begrudgingly begins to favor her once more, despite the fact that she’s still hiding from it.

But anyway, Richie begins writing the mutterings down, ‘eat the tainted fish’ it tells him one night, and he obeys. The sea likes having new playthings, and the chase between the baileys and the carpenters is somewhat amusing. But this is Sam’s sea. It belongs to her, and it’s protection is granted to the sister as well. The sea likes them both, the sea does Not like this man, as he struts around deck, as he barks orders to a crew that knows much more than him.

he isn’t superstitious, like sailors are supposed to be. He gorges himself on the tainted fish, the whispers are stronger, now, he has a connection to the sea. The sea tries to will him away, but is unable to. The beast lurks beneath the surface, the Collector has blessed his boat, the worst that the sea can do is try its best to capsize the damn boat. But the crew is skilled, they make it to port before any major damage could be done.

Richie is found, more often than not, with the black ooze of the fish dripping down his chin. ‘this has become bigger than them, we need more, I need more. If I’m to take them back, I need power.’ because no one takes what is his. He begins pursuing old wrecks, dredging up what he can, a strange ruin here, another there, and he stamps them into his skin, hoping that it will make him stronger, ‘let the void consume me, i give myself to it.’

The sea tries to warn Sam, tries to warn her little sister, ‘there is danger on its way, hide in the mangrove. you will be safe there.’

god. im literally just sending you a fic atp. ill stop i promise but holy mother of god. do we need to write this??? but then that would mean revealing myself to you,, many options to weigh

The image of Richie consuming the mutant fish, black ooze dripping from his mouth, slowly succumbing to madness, is incredible.

This idea that we've turned the sea and the monster into not so much a monster, but a god and a guardian. It asks only for respect, for those in its waters to follow its rules, to take not more than what is offered, to give back in exchange. (Sidney sought to take knowledge, to take and take and take, so the sea takes back from her - her friends, her crew, her youth, until they are even. Once she begins to give back, knowledge given freely, it begins to forgive).

The sea speaks to Sam in her sleep, her dreams are a void, dark and glittering, an endless fog. Whispers invade her mind from all angles, from the inside out. She was born with the void in her soul, she belongs on the sea.

Also, I love that you mention the mangrove because I was intending for Richie to crash and wash ashore in the Twisted Strand!! To have him meet Mickey, the crashed pilot who killed all his peers. (He says they were the enemy, consumed by madness, but there's a sharp grin on his face as he says the words). They team up to destroy the Mind Suckers.

Sam feels the Grove cry out, in pain, and they head out to investigate. I'm envisioning a chase across the Strand, waterlogged trees moving and growing behind the girls as they run to slow down their persuers, to protect them.

The Final Act of the story is Richie sailing to the Stellar Basin, throwing Tara overboard into the pit, reciting the Words of Sacrifice, giving up that which he covets most for a Great Gift from Below. Sam, screaming, from the deck of her own boat which was hard at chase, as a tentacle slips from the water to wrap around Tara's body, pulling her under.

But Richie forgot the most important piece of advice he was given: you do not take from the sea. And Sam is the sea, remember. And Tara is hers.

Richie is confused as the tentacle reappears, wrapping around Sam's boat, depositing the girl in her arms, soaking wet, shaking from fear and the cold. He's distracted, watching Sam pull Tara's head into her chest, and wrapping her arms around her, clinging to her tightly. Too distracted to notice the tentacles sliding over the sides of his vessel, to the one slithering up his leg. Until the moment it pulls his leg out from under him, dragging him from the boat and into the depths.

#/mp #ask box #Scream #AU: dredge

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just-some-random-blogger · 1 year

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good morning, lovie!! this kitten TT theyre so tiny i cant help myself TT 'what did i do?' exist 'I GOT A NEW OUTFIT FOR LISA!' oh so cute🥺 it looks so pirate-ish? 'i want to write ideas outside my reqs' if itll be easier than making reqs then do it. its ok. tumblr is nothing in comparison with your comfort. 'while rereading it i was like 'damn im really good at writing’' its good bc you are. hope you get out too. praying for you, m cutie. 'i want a hug from you for real' oh nooo sweetheart no need to cry. i only can give you dozens of virtual hugs but still luvluvluv u<з did you watch doctor who? i wanted to recommend s6 but then i understood there you cant watch just one ep bc 1-7 is the whole complete plotline💀 but it was so confusing and dramatic it worth it. 'ive seen crack edits' OH babygirl TT they had SUCH a drama TT i cried. there was my fav quote. oh what a good time it was... 'i cant write it im sorry' it fine you shouldnt be sorry! 'She loves her love for daemon more than daemon himself?' yes. 'i literally make mood boards' and its even more time-consuming? 'have not enjoyed writing a series in a long time' im glad to know you enjoy it!! 'i might really just stop writing for a while' if thats what you need then ok. you do owe nothing to anyone. its solely your choice. 'this post is really cute too' OMG YES its a leaf dragon TT and it has the paws TT 'im currently in class not listening because id rather reply to you' bad example for kids, catmom. but ok its good to know you already know it. its cute what you do to reply me<з r u better? 'its so hot my head hurts' FREEZY KISSES 'the fact you care enough to do that' OFC I DO. if i have symbols ill write one idea here. 'i dont want to fail' you will not. youre smart, talented and hard-working. you wont fail. youll graduate and everythingll be just fine. 'i also wanted to share this video about wolves' omg yes! its so.. reliving? its good to know nature has its ways. sorry i wasnt able to watch the tiger series as i cant really concentrate on the long vids and has been sleeping and dozing off for the whole day TT ill definately watch it later though. AJDHFJKF half an hour ago i was like hm i need to check smth on youtube and got completely carried away TT im back though. yk i read a fic abt shadow & bone then i did a research abt whole grishaverse so i learnt this universe and its (ESPECIALLY) language are inspired by russia in 19th century and russian and mongolian and i have LOTS of questions TT like??? ok this main idk antagonist(?) darklings name is alexander morozovA and its the fem form of last name while the fem character has surname safin but its a musc form??? and yeah the main characters surname starkov is also the musc form?? these are real last names here TT and while i can get why fem characters have musc last names 1) musc is the first form so its not rare to see musc words with the fem characters in foreign things 2) they dont derive from the real russian word BUT HIS last name???? its THE MOST common, traditional and productive way to make a surname its literally a rus word+suffix ov+ no enging if its musc or ending a if its fem. WHY??? so many questions and no answers (or i wasnt searching for them). and why tf they are GRISHA TT grisha is just the form of name Grigorii WHY TF the whole social group is called GRISHA? i have a few questions to the language but ok i wont be ranting too much. like i was SO amused. i laughed so hard TT ok i was about writing a fic idea but i got too carried away by this. so plss really let me know if you feel like it can spoil your mood or youre tired of others reqs. i consider it pretty (my bestie said its cliche and too suppy :( ) and would like too see it. but i dont want to force you. and you shouldnt do it to yourself! i dont want you to feel pressed bc of me. bc of anything really. sorry for this outburst. im still procrastinating (clown emoji bc the site i was taking them from became shitty). hope you do better. have a good day/evening/night! freezy hugs to feel a lil better! luv u! take care<з

HI <3

have you ever watched aristocats? i remember loving it as a child but also i cant remember anything that happened in the film besides the fact i love this kitty mari(? is that her name lol AHHAH) so much

good morning, lovie!! this kitten TT theyre so tiny i cant help myself TT

YES TEENY TINY KITTY <3

'what did i do?' exist

omg HAHAHA love that for me HAHA

'I GOT A NEW OUTFIT FOR LISA!' oh so cute🥺 it looks so pirate-ish?

oh does it. it just looks... cute to me HAHAHAH

'i want to write ideas outside my reqs' if itll be easier than making reqs then do it. its ok. tumblr is nothing in comparison with your comfort.

<3 <3

'while rereading it i was like 'damn im really good at writing’' its good bc you are. hope you get out too. praying for you, m cutie.

thank you i love you

'i want a hug from you for real' oh nooo sweetheart no need to cry. i only can give you dozens of virtual hugs but still luvluvluv u<з

did you watch doctor who? i wanted to recommend s6 but then i understood there you cant watch just one ep bc 1-7 is the whole complete plotline💀 but it was so confusing and dramatic it worth it.

lol ok once i finish my midterms ill watch that after watching one ep from the last of us. now i have something to look forward to now i have to finish my activities

'ive seen crack edits' OH babygirl TT they had SUCH a drama TT i cried. there was my fav quote. oh what a good time it was...

they look like they have so much fun, both in the show but also shooting it irl

'i cant write it im sorry' it fine you shouldnt be sorry!

T_T

'She loves her love for daemon more than daemon himself?' yes.

damn ok HAHAH

'i literally make mood boards' and its even more time-consuming?

but its part of the process. i love making art and moodboards <3

'have not enjoyed writing a series in a long time' im glad to know you enjoy it!!

<3 it is so much fun to write that. it sucks that i find it hard to write, though i did manage to make a pedro pascal fic again AHAHHA

'i might really just stop writing for a while' if thats what you need then ok. you do owe nothing to anyone. its solely your choice.

thank you my love

'this post is really cute too' OMG YES its a leaf dragon TT and it has the paws TT

THE BEANZ I LOVE THE PAW PAW BEANS

'im currently in class not listening because id rather reply to you' bad example for kids, catmom. but ok its good to know you already know it. its cute what you do to reply me<з r u better?

i never said you should follow my example. listen to your teachers kid. also idk if im better im usually out of it when im hungry im quite hungry rn but ill eat later after my grunkle is finished eating

'its so hot my head hurts' FREEZY KISSES

thank you. it rained today, so its not hot. your freezy kisses did that

'the fact you care enough to do that' OFC I DO. if i have symbols ill write one idea here.

T_T im just really hungry but this is making me emotional T_T

'i dont want to fail' you will not. youre smart, talented and hard-working. you wont fail. youll graduate and everythingll be just fine.

thank you <3 T_T

'i also wanted to share this video about wolves' omg yes! its so.. reliving? its good to know nature has its ways. sorry i wasnt able to watch the tiger series as i cant really concentrate on the long vids and has been sleeping and dozing off for the whole day TT ill definately watch it later though.

you dont have to watch the tiger series if you dont want to. i only shared it because i liked it and you shared something you like to me. i love the wolf video so much. i love nature. i love God. i love everything <3

AJDHFJKF half an hour ago i was like hm i need to check smth on youtube and got completely carried away TT im back though.

me HAHAAH

yk i read a fic abt shadow & bone

omg you like shadow and bone too <3 SLAY IM SO EXCITED TO WATCH S2

then i did a research abt whole grishaverse so i learnt this universe and its (ESPECIALLY) language are inspired by russia in 19th century and russian and mongolian and i have LOTS of questions TT like???

i know you dont have tiktok but there is this tiktok creator that is think is like... from one of the stan countries, and she talked about what you just told me, or things like that. its really interesting to know there is a grishaverse! good for you hahahh you can understand the russian stuff/inspo cause youre russian <3

ok this main idk antagonist(?) darklings name is alexander morozovA and its the fem form of last name while the fem character has surname safin but its a musc form??? and yeah the main characters surname starkov is also the musc form??

i think slay i love that for them i didnt even know that but they totally did it for me <3 HAHAH

these are real last names here TT and while i can get why fem characters have musc last names 1) musc is the first form so its not rare to see musc words with the fem characters in foreign things 2) they dont derive from the real russian word BUT HIS last name???? its THE MOST common, traditional and productive way to make a surname its literally a rus word+suffix ov+ no enging if its musc or ending a if its fem. WHY??? so many questions and no answers (or i wasnt searching for them).

i dont think i understand this anymore. AHHA i dont know enough about russian/russian names to get it AHHAH. maybe they did it for the aesthetic. are you watching season 1? or season 2? all i know is i was so sosoossosososo excited to see ben barnes my benny barnes who i keep having a crush on in every stage of my life. how dare he be so hot T_T

and why tf they are GRISHA TT grisha is just the form of name Grigorii WHY TF the whole social group is called GRISHA? i have a few questions to the language but ok i wont be ranting too much. like i was SO amused. i laughed so hard TT

it makes me wonder if the original creator of this world, the author or the books, is russian. i just looked it up, apparently she is israelli-american interesting lol HAHAHAH

ok i was about writing a fic idea but i got too carried away by this. so plss really let me know if you feel like it can spoil your mood or youre tired of others reqs. i consider it pretty (my bestie said its cliche and too suppy :( ) and would like too see it. but i dont want to force you. and you shouldnt do it to yourself! i dont want you to feel pressed bc of me. bc of anything really. sorry for this outburst. im still procrastinating (clown emoji bc the site i was taking them from became shitty).

jokes on your friend i love cliche stories. yum yum yum HAHAHH. you should have just told me my love. i love hearing your ideas, even though i have no intention to write them. i love you so much dont apologize for 'this outburst'

hope you do better. have a good day/evening/night! freezy hugs to feel a lil better! luv u! take care<з

im going to eat then do homework <3 i hope you have a wonderful day <3 take care ok

xxx

#slavyanskiyahui cutie #anon ask #my beloved anons #modern!daemon anon #ask #modern!daemon nonnie

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stxrquotes · 5 months

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might be slightly ooc quotes because im not fully acquainted with every character (im in the middle of xianzhou luofu quest) or which other characters they know well yet, so theres shit like i rly want all the luofu characters to know each other well n be good friends bc theyre all so. yeah. and im too lazy to look up their relationships and also too impatient to wait until i figure it out naturally

so think of a lot of these, if they seem ooc, as an impression of how their dynamic/relationship Would look if they actually were friends/acquaintances (if theyre not in canon)

what follows under the cut are mod’s headcanons that will run rampant through the quotes🦧also here’s a link to some ships i like and stuff

be warned before clicking that i am afflicted with a the overexplains disease which causes me to be deeply incapable of brevity (im autistic)

stelle’s in-game replies are more chaotic and reckless than caelus who, while he still has plenty of silly raccoon energy, tends to be more gentle than her. dont get me wrong hes got plenty of the same potential for absolute social devastation and havoc but there are genuine differences depending on which one you picked which is very silly. so yeah stelle is a little more loudly unhinged; caelus is still plenty unhinged just a little sneakier about it. like for a second you think hes normal but then its like ah. no he was weird all along. stelle is just a lost cause i think she’s an uncontrollable toddler and i love it .im saying all this as someone who uses caelus, this is just something ive observed and heard from others

i use the korean voiceover in which march refers to welt as “welt-ajeossi” (or ahjussi tbh idk which one it is bc theyre virtually identical to a non-native) which is a term of respect for a middleaged man (like 40+) but personally i enjoy understanding it as just “old man welt” meant entirely disrespectfully, though lighthearted, because its funny as fuck, although i’ve no idea if this interpretation has any grounds bc what i understand it can be either offensive or flattering depending on the actual age of the man youre referring to. like a REALLY old guy would be like omg :3 but a young adult man would be like the FUCK did you just say to me 🦧 (this is my very rough understanding so i am deeply sorry to any and all native koreans or fluent speakers🦧please correct me on any of this) so anyways. welt is an old man and i am deeply amused by the idea that march maybe started it out as a joke like “hey. old man” but then it stopped being a joke. and now its become habit and its rly wholesome. considering he genuinely is like 80 and hes like their peepaw (thats why idk whether its intended to be silly or serious, i wish i had the cultural context pls help)

fu xuan swears so much when shes mad

yk how guinaifen did her whole sword swallowing shebang in front of yanqing n shit, i think it would be funny if jing yuan heard about it and was like ah yes. i must see this intriguing performance for myself. and so he goes to some street performances every now and then and maybe even becomes acquainted with her because idk i just think it’s delightful how they would terrorize yanqing if they were really friends

#!stxrmod

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welaymyloveandi · 2 years

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walking in pants too big to fit me

yesterday, my mom and i found a small clothing store located in a dingy commercial building. the racks were unorganized (as is common in shops like these) and there were cartons of clothes haphazardly stacked in the weirdest nooks of the room. it was a nice place, very unassuming and cozy. i forgot what it's called but it was run by two sweet grandmas who were so enthusiastic whenever we'd try on clothes. they were nice too, and i liked their company.

i think i started to feel suffocated by everything when they asked me about what i did for college.

"Anong degree mo, neng?"

"BA Sociology", i said.

maybe it's the cynical part of my brain talking but i felt like they only told me it was a great degree because they wanted to make a sale. im not really sure hahaha. anyways, i wanted the conversation to shift to another topic but my mom, ever the conversationalist, started telling them that i was a good student. that i study in a renowned school. that i'm successfully juggling work with acads. at that point, i was sure i wanted to exit the conversation and the store altogether. i don't like talking about my academics because, contrary to what they think, i'm not doing great. ive let my grades slip. i don't enjoy studying as much as i used to. i used to get straight unos in my first year of college but somewhere along the way, i started letting my vices get the better of me. i cut classes, i started submitting requirements late, and i prioritized unproductive activities over having to sit down and face whatever consequence my irresponsibility has caused.

what started as a small, cozy store morphed into something less inviting and i was stifled by the lack of space.

i had trouble reconciling who they think i was and how i really am.

as if the universe was making fun of me, my mom handed me pants to try on 'cause she thought it would look great on me. i went to the fitting room in an effort to get away.

i removed my clothes, slipped it on, and to my surprise, the pants were too big to fit; it fell loosely at my waist, barely held up by the bones of my hips, and the hem pooled at my feet, covering my shoes. i stood there for a while, the buzz of my mom and the grandmas talking filling the white space. the universe's comedic timing continues to amuse because what better way of summarizing the situation than this, right?

the idea they have of me feels like these pants. i'm a small person given expectations so huge that it wears me. every day, i wear these pants trying to look like im walking normally when, in fact, i clutch the excess fabric behind my back. talk about depressing hahaha.

after a long time of just staring at myself and buying enough time to not go back out, i took it off. i hung it back on the rack and, for the rest of our stay, tried to look like i was busy sifting through the clothes while my mom continued to try dresses on.

when we left, my mom carried paper bags with clothes, and a purse. i went home feeling like i was still wearing the pants i wore earlier.

i could probably end this long rant with a hopeful message but today, i don't have any. maybe tomorrow? who knows, i'll reblog this when i do. until then, does anyone have safety pins? my pants need altering.

#again it's too early for a crisis but here we are #mira's daily dose of depression haha #don't hug me im scared #tldr it's miles from spiderman into the spiderverse's whole internal conflict #ooooo #mmmmm

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insinirate · 2 years

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just a quickie since ive got an early apptment in the morn and i dont want my day to feel like i woke up to go to work just to come back and go to sleep without doing anything fun 😔

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The first winter she experienced with Pico was frightful, awful, downright dreadful.

...but only because she refused to be calm about it. Her books convinced her that Pico would expire in the winter. That he'd begin the horrid process of burying himself alive just because the winter cold would be too much for him to handle. When she saw the first little snowflake drift down from the sky, she wailed and sobbed and screamed so loudly that her dear dragon practically barreled his way through the window just to comfort her.

"Pico!" she'd cried, clutching his arms and wildly sobbing as he wiped away her tears. "You have so much to live for! Please don't bury yourself alive! I-I'll provide you with a warm space in my tower- you'll never be cold! It'll be okay!!"

"...What?" His bewildered expression barely did anything to soothe her cries. "Bury myself alive?"

"That's what dragons do, don't they??" She sniffed and clutched his shirt tightly, dreading the idea of losing him to the winter. "My books said so! That dragons cannot cope with the cold, harsh winters, so they bury themselves alive simply to keep from suffering through it!"

"Oh," he said softly, before an amused rumble in his chest had her looking up. "Beloved princess," he cooed gently, "I am not an amphibious sort of dragon."

She sniffed again. "...What's an amphibious?"

His laughter still rings in her ears to this day as she helps him settle into her bed. Piles of blankets and pillows and furs and thick quilts form a (more than) warm nest for her dragon, the man himself happily nestled in the mess. She keeps the fire constantly blazing despite the uncomfortable warmth. Whatever it takes to keep him alive, she'll brave through it all. Even if it feels more like summer than winter right now. But it's fine! As long as she keeps him warm, as he asked politely, he'll stay alive.

Pico hums drowsily from the nest as she continues to poke the fire, worried that it may die if she doesn't pay constant attention to it. She has one job after all, she can't mess it up.

"...Princess?" he calls out, voice a low, content rumble that has her heart beat just a bit faster. "Please, come here?" She gets up quickly and attends to her dragon with a worried frown.

"Is something wrong? Are you thirsty? Is there not enough blankets?" Her voice pitches up an octave as her anxiety gets the best of her. "You're not going to fall asleep and never wake up, are you?"

He snorts, grabbing her arm gently and pulling her into the nest. She squeaks as he pulls her flush against him, face buried against her neck as he sighs happily. "Hush your nonsense," he mumbles, breath tickling her neck as she blushes. "You're so wonderfully warm, I just wished to hold you like this for a moment. Is that alright?"

"Y-yes! Of course! Anything to keep you well through the winter." She can feel his smile against her neck as his tail drapes over her.

"You're doing just perfectly fine. Calm your thoughts..." His words drift into a snore as he falls asleep (he's doing that a lot, lately). Quietly, she combs her fingers through his hair, listening to the content rumbling he makes as he sleeps. And she wonders. And thinks. And quietly wishes. That if she gets to spend every winter like this with Pico, wrapped up in his arms and comfort, always safe in her bed and looking forever cozy and content without a care in the world...

Perhaps she wouldn't mind the long winters as much.

(That being said, she hopes he doesn't mind how unbearably sweaty she'll be once he wakes up again.)

#pico x gf #infinite possibilities for funny things to happen bc gf is kinda dumb #shes not gonna question how pico survived every winter before they met shes just so caught up in the moment i love her #im also particularly obsessed w the idea of gf screaming and crying at the sight of a snowflake #bark art #valued #🐲🌹👸

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floralseokjin · 3 years

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⤑ made-up love song vii (m).

Your first encounter with Kim Seokjin doesn’t go so well, nor your second, or your third… and maybe that’s because it shouldn’t work on paper. You’re an elementary school teacher, never left the country despite hitting the third decade of your life not so long ago, and you’re unable to remember the last time you dated. He’s the dad of one of your students, nearly a decade older than you and divorced. Oh yes, and just another minor detail – he’s a multimillionaire.

Your lives are lightyears apart, yet somehow, your paths having now crossed, things just seem to fall into place…

pairing; kim seokjin x reader au/genre/warnings; strangers to lovers, romance, single dad! seokjin, ceo! seokjin, elementary school teacher! oc, age gap (oc is 30, seokjin is 37), seokjin is a dilf, smut; includes jacuzzi (oral) sex, outdoor sex, the angst/drama comes knocking! words; 8,336

↪︎ chapter index

chapters; i • ii • iii • iv • v • vi • vii • viii • ix • x • epilogue (+ drabbles)

A few days after Arin’s birthday party school started back, and just as you’d known you got incredibly busy, incredibly fast. With admin and getting to know your new students you found that you were too distracted to dwell on all the things that had been worrying you. Yes, it was strange not being able to see Seokjin practically whenever you wanted, and yes, you missed him – and the summer, but with work so hectic it cushioned the blow. You didn’t have time to live inside your own head or get sad about stupid, tiny things.

Letting the school know about your relationship wasn’t mandatory now that you weren’t Arin’s teacher, but you felt better for it, meeting with Hoseok one morning to inform him. Eunbi already knew, being quite a close a friend to you, and slowly, over the next few days you let some of the other teachers you were friendly with know too. You found it quite exciting. You’d been single for such a long time so finding yourself in conversations about your boyfriend filled you with a happiness you weren’t quite used to. You liked talking about Seokjin, bigging him up, some could call it bragging… He’d even very kindly donated money for a new playground to be built in the kindergarten area. He wanted to help Primrose Hill any which way he could. It meant a lot to you and his daughter.

It only took around three weeks to get yourself into a routine. For both of you to find a rhythm and make it work well. Your lunch break wasn’t long enough for you to zip to Seokjin’s office and join him so he always made an effort to come to you. Sometimes you’d eat in his car, sometimes yours, or sometimes you’d meet in a small café near the school. You cherished that short time together because sometimes that’s all you could have. Depending on how busy you both were you often couldn’t spend time together in the evenings. You tried to at least once in the week, but weekends were reserved for things like spending the night.

It was Tuesday today and you somehow had a night free from lesson planning which meant you could join Seokjin and Arin for dinner. You were glad really, because Seokjin had been stressed since yesterday and you hadn’t had a chance to see him properly. He had to go away on last minute business this weekend but it coincided with Misook’s family vacation. He’d asked Nana if Arin could stay with her this weekend but she was busy too. He didn’t know what to do, other than try and postpone the trip. Key word: try.

Misook had left for the day just as you were arriving, Arin in her room, too busy playing on the Nintendo Switch she’d gotten from Nana for her birthday, so it gave you some brief time alone with Seokjin. You were shocked to see him still in his suit, sat in contemplation alone in the family room. Oh, boy. You hated seeing him so stressed. He was never one to mope or even show his mood. You knew him well enough by now to be able to tell when he was drained, but he still didn’t let it affect him too much, always smiling, always joking around. This evening was different. He’d barely said a few sentences, mostly it involved apologising for his bad mood. He felt selfish, not being much company, yet still needing yours. He had nothing to be sorry for, you reassured, resting your head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around you, holding you close. You reached for his hand, and there you stayed like that for a little while, fingers laced together.

Arin made her way in soon enough, stomach rumbling, a hopeful lilt to her voice as she walked over to you both, hands behind her back. “Can we have pizza for dinner?”

Seokjin shifted, unlacing your fingers and dropping his arm from your shoulders as you both sat up straighter. “Didn’t we have that yesterday, Arin?”

Arin didn’t miss. She was a professional. “But Y/N wasn’t here yesterday. She missed out.”

Her comeback even managed to draw a quiet chuckle out of her dad. “We’re not having pizza, sweetie.”

She sighed softly, crossing her arms around her chest as she looked your way. “Daddy is moody today.”

You raised an eyebrow, your mouth unable to stop quirking up in amusement. “He is?”

“Why do you say that?” Seokjin asked. His tone was light, but you could tell by his frown lines her casual words had him worrying.

“I heard you on the phone this morning to mommy. There’s no one to look after me when you go away this weekend and she can’t do it.”

Seokjin faltered, not expecting such a frank answer. He composed himself quickly. “She’s just really busy, Arin. She wanted to look after you, she just couldn’t this time.”

“I know,” she replied simply, nodding her head.

There was a beat of silence and then Seokjin reached for her, kissing her cheek, his voice quiet with apology. “I’m sorry. Was I really moody today?” He looked unsurely your way too.

“Uh huh. You hardly smiled, and when I tried telling you about the field trip I’m going on next week you weren’t even listening properly.” Arin’s small voice filled with such attitude was comical.

Seokjin chuckled. “Daddy’s really sorry. I’m smiling now, though, right?” Arin nodded. “And if you’re kind enough, you can tell me about your trip again over dinner. Is that okay?”

“Hmm.” She thought allowed. “So can we get pizza?”

Seokjin snorted. “Nice try, young lady. It’s still a no.”

Seokjin ordered from one of his favourite restaurants, helping you set the table as Arin went to check on her rabbits. You ate together, listening as Arin spoke all about her upcoming field trip, finally having her father’s undivided (and interested) attention. However, halfway in, she completely changed the topic, throwing you both.

“Can’t I stay with Y/N this weekend?”

“Hm?” Seokjin looked over at her, visibly surprised.

You swallowed what was left in your mouth just as Arin’s eyes found yours. “I can just stay with you while daddy has to go away.” Your lips parted, trying to think of something to say, your years of teacher training falling short.

Seokjin beat you to it. “No, no, sweetie,” he shook his head, sounded a little flustered, taken by surprise. “Y/N will probably be busy on the weekend. That’s her only free time, she can’t look after you.”

With a small shrug, she put her fork to her mouth. “It was just a thought.”

Seokjin looked over at you, expression apologetic as he mouthed sorry.

Hey, listen…” You began, feeling oddly nervous as you looked up at your boyfriend. It was a couple of hours later, Arin was in bed, time was getting on, you had to leave soon, but cuddled up against him, both curled up on the sofa as you watched mindless television, you really didn’t want to go anywhere. Seokjin had relaxed a little by now (the wonders of food), but you could still tell his mind was exhausted as his gaze fell on yours. You took a breath, deeper than intended, psyching yourself up. “I really don’t mind looking after Arin this weekend.”

You didn’t miss the way his eyes widened a tad, obviously taken by surprise, but then his mouth lifted at the side, his head shaking from side to side lightly as he let out a breathy chuckle. “Y/N, don’t feel like you have to just because she brought it up.”

You found yourself relaxing. He didn’t want you to feel obligated. You’d thought so, but the teeniest tiniest most worrisome part of your brain had thought he might now have wanted, or trusted you, to look after Arin. That wasn’t the case. You could tell by the look on his face. He didn’t want to put you out, ask too much of you.

You moved and straightened your back, eye to eye now. “No, I honestly don’t mind at all, Seokjin.” You reassured, talking faster as you noticed him open his mouth. “Seeing as Arin was the one who suggested it, I guess she’s fine with the idea. I…” Hesitating, you added something else. “I wanted to suggest it myself but… If she’s comfortable with it, I’d love to.”

It was the truth. Ever since Seokjin had called you at lunch time, telling you Nana couldn’t manage this weekend, you’d wanted to tell him you were up for it but something had stopped you. Even as he’d tried to think of options this evening – maybe his mom could stay for the weekend, his aunt – you’d held back and bitten your tongue. What if you were pushing boundaries? Inserting yourself into situations that didn’t concern you? Arin liked you, yes, but being entirely in your care for 48 hours was different. She might not want to, she might feel uncomfortable. However knowing that it wasn’t the case, suggesting it herself so casually over dinner had given you the confidence to push through. Seokjin needn’t be worried about asking too much of you.

Regarding you silently, he considered your words. Lovingly, you glided your hand up his arm, reaching out for his cheek. He pressed into your touch automatically. “I want to help you out.” At that, he smiled gently, lips turning up in a way that rounded his cheeks, making him appear at least a decade younger. It was wholly unfair.

Turning slightly, his lips grazed your palm. “I’ll ask her about it in the morning.” You grinned, visibly pleased, and Seokjin took your hand to tug you gently to his chest. This time he placed a kiss on your mouth, humming happily. “Thank you.”

Arin was more than happy about it. Seokjin suggested you stay at his home for the weekend, seeing as that would be easier for the both of you, but she was pretty adamant she wanted to stay at your place. You understood, kid’s curiosity and all. She wanted to know what your home looked like, she wanted to meet your “pretty best friend” she liked to ask about sometimes. Honestly, you felt touched that she wanted to learn more about your life. It was just another reminder of her acceptance when it came to you, and you’d be forever touched by how easily she’d let you into her life. She was more than welcome to come stay at your place, but of course you’d run it by Soojung first. She’d agreed quite easily, even after you informed her you’d be sharing her bed all weekend, Arin of course using yours.

On Thursday night Seokjin’s guilt was getting the better of him. He had you on the phone, making sure you were 100% okay with looking after Arin. He didn’t want you to feel as if you were trapped just because you felt compelled to help him. He could cancel his trip. You told him how stupid he was being. Cancelling would put so many people out, including himself. Besides, you not only wanted to help him out, you wanted to take care of Arin. You felt as though you were capable, and if you were being even more honest with him, you felt really happy it was happening. Knowing Arin trusted you this much was a great feeling. Knowing he trusted you enough…

“Why wouldn’t I trust you?” He scoffed in disbelief. “You’re great with her. She loves you.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” you laughed.

“How come?” He was hellbent on proving you wrong, voice softening as he continued. “You’re so easy to love.”

You felt your heart skip a beat. He’d said it so casually, so easily, you felt dumb searching too much into his words. It was far too early to think of things like that – for confessions like that. Right? Still, he sounded genuine enough. He meant it, even if it wasn’t in that way. Not that you were expecting anything. You were perfectly happy with how things were, your feelings growing stronger each day. You weren’t in a rush, neither was he. That’s what made your relationship so great. But your heart still felt all fuzzy regardless. You found yourself smiling down the line, your thanks obvious in your tone. “I’m going to miss you.”

“I’ll miss you more.” He ignored your noises of complaint. “I’ll video call you a lot – and Arin of course.” Then he laughed. “Although, I’ll have a feeling she won’t miss me at all this weekend.”

The next day you finished up work early, it was a Friday anyway, so you never made a habit of sticking around too long, but this time you were packed and ready to go the same time as the kids. Arin would be waiting in her classroom, ready to go home with you for the weekend. Seokjin had dropped off her things early this morning before his flight, indulging you in a few sleepy kisses before he had to go, a promise of ‘I’ll see you Sunday night,” slipping from his slightly downturned lips, hands reluctant to let you go.

Arin was visibly excited when she saw you, seconds away from jumping up and down on the spot, your first name rushing out of her mouth without realising. It was no big deal of course, but her reaction was cute, eyes widening as her lips parted into a circle, a noise of realisation leaving her. She looked very much like her father, which made it even funnier. You took her hand, saying your goodbyes to Mr. Moon, her second grade teacher, and left the building for your car.

“This is a really nice car, Y/N,” she complimented as you made sure she was strapped in properly. You weren’t nervous, but you were slightly on edge, cautious, being a better word, to make sure everything was okay. You needed all bases covered. Arin was in your care for 48 hours after all. You told yourself to calm down, if Seokjin knew you were being this antsy he’d be highly amused. You wouldn’t stop hearing about it for a week.

“I’ve always wanted to ride in it,” Arin continued.

You smiled down at her. “Thank you.” She was one of the sweetest kids you knew. Your car was average. Not that she knew anything about makes and prices and whatever else there was. You didn’t either. As long as it drove you from point A to B you didn’t care what it looked like.

“Will your best friend be home when we arrive?” She asked as you got inside the driver’s seat, sticking the key in the ignition.

“Soojung? She’ll be still in work. Remember I told she works at a department store?” It was adorable how excited she was to meet Soo. Your best friend’s head would be double the size soon, ego inflated.

“Mhmm,” Arin hummed responsively.

“She won’t be done until around 6.” You turned back to look at her, knowing your next sentence would make her day. “I think she wanted to get pizza for dinner. Would you like that?”

“YES!” Arin exclaimed immediately, eyes lighting up. “Soojung likes pizza too?”

With a chuckle, you started the vehicle up and started backing out of your spot, replying as you did so. “She does.” But in truth, the pizza tonight was Seokjin’s idea. He’d given you one of his bank cards to spend on the food bill with strict instructions to only feed her the doughy delicacy once this weekend. He knew what she was like – you both did. She’d eat pizza for breakfast, lunch and dinner if she could. If you suggested it tonight, then that was it. She’d be eating your menu come Saturday and Sunday.

“How far away is your house from the school?”

You’d lost count of how many questions she’d already asked you since you’d arrived to collect her. It was comical. Seokjin had not warned you about that, but your years of experience had told you to expect it. What was a kid without questions? You’d be worried if she was silent.

“Not too long.” You replied, glancing in the rear view mirror to see her happily looking out of the window. “When we get in, I’ll text daddy and see if he’s free to videocall.”

“Okay.”

You tried to stop the smile that wanted to break across your face at her nonchalance. “Do you miss him yet?”

With a brief shake of her head, still staring at the whizzing scenery outside she answered pretty simply. “Not really.”

This time you burst out laughing, unable to stop. She looked over at the noise, meeting your eyes in the mirror as you took a right turn, giggling along. “Don’t tell him though, Y/N. It might make him sad.”

“I won’t, Arin.” You reassured with another chuckle. “It can be our little secret.”

She settled in well that night, immediately warming to Soojung (who despite her lifelong insistence, was great with children). You thought perhaps Arin would begin to get homesick once it was time for bed, but after watching a movie you tucked her in and said goodnight. You thought she’d have trouble sleeping because she was in a strange bed but checking in on her twenty minutes later you found her fast asleep, hugging her rabbit plushie. You on the other hand got ready to share a bed with Soojung – the bed cover hogger…

The next day Arin had you awake at 6am. You already knew about her liveliness in the mornings, so it was no surprise. You’d been woken up countless times over the summer by a knock at Seokjin’s door, Arin’s voice calling out for him. On days you weren’t there she’d even barge in and jump on the bed. Where she got her energy from so early in the morning was a mystery. This morning however, she caught you on the way out of the bathroom. You’d been tossing and turning all night, wresting the covers from Soo. You’d thought about maybe taking a blanket and having an hours nap on the sofa, but there Arin was creeping out of your room, a smile on her face as she saw it was you.

There was no tempting her back to bed, so you sat her down at the table and made her some breakfast, snapping a picture to send to her father. (Captioned: Guess who had me up at 6am 😴) You had a few things planned today. Seokjin always made sure Arin was busy on the weekends, it was the only time he got to spend with her fully unless she was with her mom, especially now that she was back in school. Even if it was just something as simple as going to the park, he always made plans. So, to do your part and to keep her entertained, you were going to run by her house to make sure the rabbits were fine (fed and watered), then go to the mall. It was simple, yes, but you needed to get a few things anyway, and you promised after all that walking around you’d stop by the food court. Then she had to accompany you to the grocery store to get ingredients for tonight’s dinner.

She was pretty damn excited regardless. “I like going to the mall with mommy because daddy finds it boring,” she informed you as she picked out her clothes that you’d helped her unpack yesterday. That definitely sounded like Seokjin, you thought to yourself, laughing along with her. “Mommy told me that next weekend she’s going to take me shopping and buy me anyyy-thing I want.”

“That sounds like great fun,” you smiled, telling yourself you’d pretend you never heard that… Seokjin was keen not to spoil Arin so you didn’t think he’d be best pleased to find this out. “What do you want to buy?”

“Hmm. Something for Olive and Ariel, I think.”

You smiled again, admiring her caring nature. Her rabbits were the most well looked after in this entire country. She adored them. “I think they’ll really appreciate that.”

You continued helping Arin get ready first, and thankfully by the time you were done Soojung had risen. You left them watching cartoons together while you showered, eager to leave by 10am.

Arin you found out, didn’t just like the mall, she loved it very much. She was practically skipping around the place as she held your hand, helping you pick out the things you needed for your craft session with the students on Monday. While she was recommending paint colours to you, she surprised you with a confession. “I wish you were still my teacher, Y/N.”

“How come?” You asked gently.

She gave a tiny shrug. “I’d get to see you every day.”

Oh. You didn’t know what to say to that, touched at her matter-of-fact revelation. Instead you wrapped an arm around her shoulders, giving her a loving squeeze.

“But actually, maybe I wouldn’t like it.” She added as an afterthought. You waited, curious as to why she’d changed her mind so suddenly. “I’d have to call you Miss Y/L/N. I’d get too confused.”

You laughed, this child was far too funny for her own good. “Me too, Arin. It’s better this way, right?”

“Right,” she agreed with a nod.

“Y/N, this is pretty,” Arin cooed, calling your attention as you rounded the stand. You’d gotten everything you needed and were now browsing around some other stores. You’d let Arin pick a couple out, worrying she might be getting bored, and one of her choices had been Claire’s. She was holding up a charm bracelet.

“Very pretty,” you agreed.

And then she struck. “Can I have it?” She didn’t give you time to answer, eyes widening as she began to beg, voice soft and hopeful. “Please. Pretty please.”

You chuckled. You were practically immune to cute kids, so that wouldn’t work on you. However, she had been really well-behaved all morning, in your eyes she deserved a small treat. “You can. But just this one thing, okay?”

“Thank you, Y/N!” She squealed, rushing up to you. She gave your arm a squeeze. “I like you much better than daddy.”

“That will hurt his feelings,” you burst out laughing. She didn’t have to butter you up, you’d already said yes.

As you were paying the cashier, she wondered off to a stand of keychains, her eyes catching something instantly. “Oooh, pretty,” she purred and the cashier, a woman no more than a few years older than you, laughed.

“Best escape before she wants something else,” you joked, handing over some cash.

“My daughter is just the same. Kids, who’d have them, right? We’re glutton for punishment.” She joked.

“Oh, no, I’m –” You stopped yourself dead, unsure what to say. Had this woman just mistaken you for Arin’s mother? It definitely sounded that way. But just how could you correct her?

“Don’t get me wrong,” the cashier said, shaking her head. “They’re definitely worth it.”

You forced yourself to smile, feeling a little wooden, but the chuckle you got out sounded better. “Yeah, yeah they are.” You glanced over at Arin, thankfully she was too distracted by the abundance of cute animal keychains. You turned back and took your bag from the woman, trying to shake off how awkward you felt. “Thank you. Bye.”

Walking over to Arin you took her hand. “Hope to see you again soon,” the cashier called behind you and you gave a wave, telling Arin to do the same.

“Thank you,” she sang sweetly as she did so.

“So, something weird happened today,” you told Soojung as you prepared food, careful to keep your voice low even though Arin was well and truly distracted inside the living room. Taehyung was a master with children. The guy needed a career change immediately. You’d never heard Arin laugh so hard. She’d been in stitches for the last hour. You were worried she’d be way to hyperactive for bedtime once it came.

Soojung looked up from where she was chopping onion, interested as her eyebrow raised.

“The woman at Claire’s mistook me for Arin’s mother.”

Soojung scoffed, lifting her shoulders in a casual shrug. “I’m not surprised. It was bound to happen. It’s normal.” She added, reassuring you as she saw the look on your face. “People just naturally assume.”

“I guess…”

“What did you tell her?”

Your expression turned sheepish. “I just went along with it,” you confessed, placing spaghetti in a pan of bubbling water. You caught the look she gave you. “I didn’t know what to say!” It was the truth. “I’m her father’s girlfriend seemed too… I don’t know…” Too impersonal?

“That’s what you are though,” Soo snorted.

You gave up, knowing you were probably making a huge deal out of this. Was it that serious? Probably not. “I just felt awkward.”

“Because you hate correcting people, or because you didn’t like someone mistaking you for Arin’s mother,” your best friend pried.

“It’s definitely not that. It’s just…” You sighed. “How would Arin feel about it? What if she’d heard?”

Soojung shrugged. “She loves you. You’re great with her.”

That wasn’t the point you were trying to make. “It still might have upset her though. She adores her mom.” You weren’t trying to take Nana’s place and you didn’t want her to ever think that.

It was Soo’s turn to sigh, dropping the chopped onions into a fry pan. “Do you want my opinion?”

“Please,” you requested meekly.

“I think you’re looking way too much into it.” Obviously. “It’s not a big deal at all, and Arin didn’t hear anything so nothing to worry about.”

“You’re right,” you agreed, telling yourself to shake it off.

“Of course I am,” she quipped, rooting around in a cupboard now. She turned back, a can of tomatoes in her hand. “I’m sure Seokjin will be able to ease your mind with his sexy Dilf powers or whatever he calls them.”

“Shut up,” you groaned. You weren’t even sure if you were going to tell him. Like she kept saying, it wasn’t a big deal, right? It was an easy mistake to make. Probably happened all the time.

From inside the living room you heard Taehyung roar loudly, mimicking a lion (possibly) and Arin shrieked out his name, laughter exploding from her. “Quick, let’s get dinner ready as soon as possible.” Soojung begged, dramatic as always. “I’m scared Tae might be getting ideas. I’m too young for kids!”

The rest of the weekend went by smoothly. Despite the excitement levels that Saturday night brought, Arin was knocked out by 9pm. You, Soojung and Taehyung stayed up for another hour before he had to leave and then Soo made her way to bed, needing to wake up early tomorrow for work. That left you on the couch, awaiting Seokjin’s video call. He’d already called once today, but Arin was so hyped, talking a mile a minute about her day, you couldn’t get a word in edgeways. (Neither could he.) You were thankful for some alone time. You were missing him. He’d gone away on business trips a couple of times in the summer but it didn’t mean you’d get used to it. You both talked about your day, and you decided there and then not to tell him about the Claire’s “incident.” Soojung was right, it was no big deal. It was a common misunderstanding, one you’d probably made unknowingly before too. After you’d said your goodbyes you went to bed, already strategizing how you were going to steal the covers back from Soojung. As much as you’d enjoyed looking after Arin, you couldn’t wait to have your own bed back. Sharing with your bestie was torture. Taehyung was an admirable man.

Sunday was a chillout day, although Arin still had you awake at 6am. You made her breakfast, watched some cartoons and shared turns on her Switch before you both got ready for the day. You checked in on Olive and Ariel briefly before driving back to your place. There was a park nearby and you promised you’d take her. The weather was still warm despite September trickling by. It was crazy how fast this year had gone, autumn already nearly here. For the rest of the day you both relaxed in front of the TV, waiting until Soojung was home to watch a movie, and then you made dinner. Seokjin was due back around 7pm, so you made sure all of Arin’s things were packed up ready to go. It was just gone eight when he turned up at your door. Arin had already passed out on the sofa after her hot chocolate so he couldn’t stay long. You thought with how entertaining this weekend had been it had finally all caught up with her.

“Are you sure you don’t want to spend the night?” He asked, careful to keep his voice down as he strapped Arin inside his car. (Still sleeping.) You’d followed him out as he carried her towards the vehicle, wanting to say your goodbyes.

He straightened up, closing the car door as he stepped closer to you. You rubbed his arm. “You must be exhausted.”

“Don’t baby me.” Reaching forward, he wrapped his arms around you, squishing your arms to your side. “I missed you.”

You hummed, pressing your lips to his, careful to keep your voice a whisper. “Your dick missed me.”

He scoffed in disbelief but couldn’t argue. “That’s…not a lie. My heart missed you too though.”

“How sweet,” you joked, but couldn’t keep your charade up for much longer. “I missed you too.” This time the press of your mouth was much firmer. He matched it, letting you slip your arms around his sides, holding him too.

“Tomorrow, then?” He asked hopefully, tip of his tongue wetting his bottom lip slightly as he pulled away. “I know it’s a school night but I swear I only get a good night’s sleep lying next to you.”

Laughing, you nodded your head. “Tomorrow.” You agreed wholeheartedly. Sleeping alone was no fun anymore.

He captured your mouth again, humming happily. “Can’t wait.”

The following weekend Arin was with her mom so you and Seokjin had the entire weekend to yourselves. Saturday was busy, you’d both probably been a little too ambitious when you’d decided to cram as many different activities as you could into the day, but it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. You didn’t get many days to spend together likes this; walking hand in hand as you explored the local market, having brunch together, checking out a new museum exhibit, watching a movie at the theatre… You treasured days like these. And what better way to end one with? Jacuzzi time!

Seokjin’s jacuzzi was fast becoming one of life’s staples lately. Who were you? A changed woman, that’s who. This was your favourite space in Seokjin’s garden(s). An area of decking, solar lights draped over the sleek fencing. In the middle was the jacuzzi, set into the wood. Now that the nights were drawing in, it was especially cosy out here, summer holding on for just a little bit longer as the weather stayed quite warm. It wouldn’t be like this for long so you had to make the most of it right now.

You were sat inside the jacuzzi, water gently bubbling around you as you gazed up at the stars that had just started to appear when you heard Seokjin emerging from the house. His footsteps sounded against the wooden steps as he made his way towards you. You didn’t bother looking but when he didn’t join you straight away, you glanced over curiously. To be met with a rather naked boyfriend.

“What are you doing?!” You exclaimed, eyes bugging out.

He grinned. It was hardly innocent. “Jacuzzi’s are much more enjoyable naked, didn’t you know?”

You tsked, watching him climb into the tub and make his way over to you. His mouth was immediately on yours, arms around your waist as he tugged for you to stand up. This wasn’t just any type of kiss. Like you’d said before, you knew Seokjin very well by now, and besides, you’d already noticed his dick was half aroused as he stood above you… He had a plan.

On cue, he broke away, corners of his plump lips tugging upwards with a suggestion.

“Join me?”

“Seokjin…” You warned, voice low, hands grazing the tops of his arms. He couldn’t be serious.

“No one can see us,” he reassured you with a wider smile.

You mean, he was correct. This time you let your hands make their way to his shoulders, massaging them lightly. “You’re crazy.”

“Yeah, crazy for you,” he smirked, leaning in to kiss you once again. His lips were slow, coaxing. Even more so as they made their way down your jaw and to your neck. You keened into his touch, his hands grazing down your sides, fingers toying with the sides of your bikini bottoms. “C’mon…” He sunk his teeth into your skin gently and you whined. “I know you want to.” You did indeed. Very much so. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed, voice suddenly hoarse. You cleared your throat just as his fingers began to untie the strings of your bra, mouth still peppering your neck with kisses. Until that was your chest was bare, and then his lips were wrapped around one nipple, water rippling with the sudden movement. You moaned as quietly as you could, wanting to encourage him because it felt good, but also nervous as hell because you were outside. You didn’t care if there was no one around for a good mile, you were still out in the open.

Cupping your breasts in his palms he gazed down at them, sighing dreamily. “Have I ever told you how much I love your tits?”

You raised an eyebrow. “One. Don’t be so crude.” (Not that you didn’t like it.) “And two. Yes, yes you have.” You broke off with a laugh, reaching for him to mesh your mouths together. He couldn’t help but chuckle too, but elsewhere he had a hand down your bikini to grab your ass.

“What’s gotten – Seokjin!” You practically roared, cutting yourself off as he suddenly dived down into the water, fully submerged, hands attempting to tear your bottoms off. “What are you doing,” you giggled, clinging to his back as you tried to stay upright. He had one of your ankles in his hand, wrestling with the fabric.

A few moments later he arose successful, flicking his head back to stop his wet hair from dripping in his eyes. He pushed it back further with his hands, forehead now devastating, skin glistening with water droplets. You heart stilled, he looked gorgeous – and naughty. Behind him your bikini bottoms floated to the surface. A smirk spread across his face as he finally replied. “Getting you naked.” And then he was on you.

He kissed you hungrily, his erection pressed up against you, hot and eager now, just like his tongue. Your fingers threaded through his wet locks, letting him push his body weight into you until the backs of your legs hit the seat.

“Up here for me,” he pulled away briefly, command light, tapping his hand against the deck behind you. You let him slip his hands around your hips and lift you up, legs spread to accommodate his body, feet still in the water atop of the seat.

“You’re not too cold?” He made sure to ask, concerned despite being ravenous. You shook your head, desire for him enough despite the night air cooling the water against your skin. Satisfied he immediately dove in, leaning forward to place a kiss against your wetness. You pulsed against the touch, moving back on your elbows to get comfier just as his tongue came out and flicked against your clit. Suddenly you didn’t care that you were outside.

From up here you had a great view of the expanse of his broad, wet back, muscles rippling as he ate you out. You moaned softly, running a hand through his hair, gaze falling to his face. His eyes were closed, water droplets caught in his dark eyebrows and as if he could feel your eyes watching him, he looked up, smirking against you before he sucked the sensitive bud into his mouth, actions growing more eager as he heard you go crazy for it.

He knew your body well, which is why he cruelly held off slipping a finger inside of you. Actually, on second thought, he knew damn well that the second he did so, your orgasm would soon follow. It wasn’t hard to tease your body, to control it how he wanted. As soon as you felt his middle digit push inside, you clenched around it, hips bucking into Seokjin’s face as a stifled cry forced its way out of your mouth. He grunted, inserting another finger, curling and uncurling them as his other hand gripped your hip, trying his best to keep you still. It was no use, you were a woman possessed, pleasure beginning to hurtle through your body at an alarming rate. You stretched out, fingers of one hand sliding along the wood beneath you, desperately trying to cling onto something as you moaned uncontrollably. Seokjin hummed along, encouraging you, coaxing the orgasm through your body. With each wave your breath shuddered harder.

You only started coming to when you felt his fingers slip out of you, his tongue ceasing, mouth now at your inner thigh, kissing you wetly, passionately. Your hands reached for him, wanting him close, but he was already on it, straightening up to meet your mouth. “I need you,” he breathed. You could taste yourself, it was intoxicating. “Here.”

“Here?!” You exclaimed weakly, unfocused eyes trying to concentrate on his face.

He kissed you once more, moaning a little. “Yeah.” His hands wrapped around your hips, lifting you further up the decking before he climbed out of the water and crawled over your body, reaching for something behind you. “Look – let’s use this.” He had a beach towel in his hand, the one you’d left draped over one of the wicker chairs, and he hurriedly laid it out, pressing you into it to kiss you again. His cock was hard and wet, bobbing against your inner thighs.

“Are you sure you’re not cold?” He asked, wet hair now having fallen in his eyes.

You cupped his face, nodding your head as you leaned up. You were still thrumming from your high. “Yes.” Your tongue curled against his open mouth, slipping in to meet his own. The kiss was messy, distracted, as he spread your legs, hooking one up under your thigh.

Breaking away from your mouth, he straightened his back and aligned himself at your entrance, needing no hands he was so erect. You clung to his shoulders, waiting for the first thrust. His skin was still dotted with water droplets. “I’m too impatient, baby,” he told you simply, and then he pushed inside.

Slowly, savouring the feeling of your walls stretching around him, both of you gasping as he bottomed out. With a slow thrust he groaned. “You feel like heaven.” As he leaned in to kiss you, he noticed you trying to hold back a giggle. “What?”

You burst. “That was so cheesy.”

Chuckling, he kissed you again, tips of his ears turning red. “Don’t laugh at me.” You snorted, unable to help it, reaching for him in silent apology, despite laughter still escaping you. “Seriously, stoppp,” he whined, dropping his head.

You grinned. “Or what?”

That got his attention. Looking up, his top lip twitched. His hand cupped your face, thumb brushing over your lips. “I’ll have to teach you a lesson,” he murmured, voice an octave lower. You opened up, sucking the digit into your mouth, looking up at him knowingly. He knew what you were thinking. That didn’t sound so bad.

“My mistake.” He smiled, gaze intense as he pulled away, his thumb leaving you with a silent pop. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

You were seconds away from agreeing but became distracted, watching him lift both legs up by the back of your thighs now, hiking them above his shoulders. He dick slipped so deep you choked, feeling so full you didn’t know what to do.

“S-seokjin,” you panicked, your hands clutching his arms.

He cocked his head to the side, voice soft. “Trust me?”

You nodded, something already so addicting about feeling him inside you like this. You felt beyond sensitive, beginning to tremble as he slowly thrust in and out of you, bringing the tip of his cock almost all the way out before sinking back into your warmth. You moaned out, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes with a pleasure so overwhelming. He sped up, going harder now that he was certain you were enjoying yourself, wet squelches sounding along with your moans and his grunts. You loved watching him fuck you like this, towering down over you, the wet spikes of hair falling down around his face, fucking you with his entire body weight, your ass sliding back and forth against the towel.

However, you also loved kissing him. Holding him as he thrust inside, keeping him to you.

“Seokjin,” you breathed, voice tight, hands reaching for him. He got the message, easing your legs to the ground carefully as he took one of your hands and brought it up to his mouth, kissing it tenderly, your name slipping from his lips, breathless and husky.

He moved closer, capturing your lips eagerly and you hooked your legs around his waist, clinging to the back of his neck in the process as your hips jutted up to meet each roll of his own. You were both panting by now, grunts of exertion slipping from your mouths as you continued to make out. His movements were messier, wet bodies pressed up close, enough to provide enough friction for a second orgasm.

“Ah… I’m close,” he panted, mouth grazing down your throat as he attempted to keep the same momentum.

“M-me too.”

That spurred him on, hips snapping into yours with a cry, newfound determination, lips pressing into yours once more. You came together, out of breath and quite sweaty, but mouths unrelenting. You’d never get enough of kissing him. It was addictive – especially like this.

Spent, he slid out of your dampness naturally, having grown flaccid, kissing you slowly now, indulgently, until he was moving south, capturing your left breast in his mouth, tongue encircling your nipple. You shuddered as he pulled back, one of his hands cupping the right breast to give that a parting kiss too. It wouldn’t be long before you started growing cold, but you were so content here you didn’t care.

Seokjin lifted his head up, gazing straight into your eyes. His were warm and soft, drunk on your beauty (or so he would say). “I want to give you the world,” he breathed, sealing his confession with a press of his mouth.

Your heart swelled, heat prickling your skin and you clung to him. But despite that, you felt the need to joke around. Call it a defence mechanism, who knew. “Men are so weak,” you chuckled, running your fingers through his hair to pull it back, revealing his face again. The tips had already started to dry. “Let them cum inside you and they’re like putty in your hands.”

He laughed too, genuinely amused, but his eyes were still soft and he leaned into your touch, content with the way you held his face now. “I mean it though,” he whispered. “Tell me what you want. Anything. I’ll make it happen.”

You raised an eyebrow. He was being ridiculous, acting drunk. Still, you were pretty simple. You didn’t have many wishes, many dreams. “I want to travel on a plane.”

It was his turn to lift an eyebrow, intrigued. “Like a private jet or?”

“No,” you giggled, “just a plane in general.” You kissed his nose. “You know I’ve never been out of the country before.”

“You want me to take you on vacation?” He hummed, turning suggestive pretty quickly. “A sexcation?”

“Seokjinn,” you whined, dropping your hands from his face.

He nudged his nose against yours playfully. “Well, of course there’ll be sex involved, but,” he grew serious, genuinely interested, “where do you want to go?”

“Hm, anywhere?”

“Anywhere,” he confirmed, adding, “unless it’s another planet, or the moon.”

You smiled, amused, yet deeply preoccupied now. Where did you want to go? What was your dream destination? You’d had one place in mind since you were a child. Running a hand down his bare chest you suddenly felt coy. “I want to visit Paris.”

He grinned. “France, Mademoiselle?”

You matched it. “Oui.”

“Done.” He kissed you, sealing the deal. “Let’s go there tonight.”

You burst out laughing at his idiocy. “I have school. You have work – a daughter!”

He laughed too, but he was distracted, gazing at you tenderly once more. He opened his mouth, about to say something but hesitated. Instead he smiled, nodding his head resolutely. “Okay, soon. Very soon.” He laughed when you squealed in excitement, bringing one of your hands to his lips. “I’m going to take you to the most romantic city on earth, baby.”

It was Sunday the next day, which meant only one thing. Lazy morning sex. It was his favourite, his time to indulge in all things beautiful and pleasurable he told you. (i.e. You). You’d grown used to his lame lines, he couldn’t help it, and deep down you secretly loved them. A man so shameless with his desire, his devotion. You really had hit the jackpot.

Sundays were also your excuse to just be lazy in general. You usually skipped breakfast in choice of an early lunch, but today you wanted to picnic outside. You knew in a week or so the weather would begin to change more drastically so this was your last chance. You made a reluctant Seokjin get out of bed and shower with you, ignoring his advances as you did so. He was like a dog in heat. Not that you usually complained, but today you really wanted to hit the grocery store before rush hour. Sundays were always busy.

A few hours later you had everything ready, outside in the spot that saw the most sun. It bleated down on you as you kneeled, arranging all the dishes across the blanket you’d placed down across the lawn.

“Oh, shoot. I forgot the salad.” Seokjin realised by the side of you. “I’ll be one sec, honey.” He kissed your cheek as he stood, smacking your ass playfully in the process. “Don’t start without me.”

“What will you do about it?” You called out to him, unable to help it.

“If you’re feeling brave, I guess you’ll find out.” He called back with a laugh, retreating into the house.

A good girl, you waited patiently, but then time started to tick on. One minute, then five… At ten you stood up with a sigh. Where was he? You had visions of the salad bowl on the floor smashed to smithereens. You made your way through the doors that led inside the back of the house. You past his study, calling his name. “Seokjin? Did you get lost?”

You were met with silence, which wasn’t surprising, his home was big after all. Down the corridor, closer to the kitchen you began to hear voices. Seokjin’s familiar rumble, although you couldn’t make it out, and then a louder, unfamiliar voice – female. You followed the sound, realising it was coming from the living room nearest the front door. A sick feeling was slowly creeping its way up your throat, but you didn’t understand why. As you got closer your heart began to race, blood rushing through your ears. There was this sudden feeling of dread. It was so strong you could practically taste it, and you were so frazzled you couldn’t concentrate on the words you were hearing as you rounded the corner of the open door, although you did acknowledge them.

Immediately as you came into view you heard them loud and clear though. Directed at you.

“Oh, and this is her, right?”

They were coming from a woman, her dark eyes piercing into yours. She was beautiful, was your first thought. Tall and slim, with long black hair, so silky she could have come straight from a shampoo commercial. It reminded you of someone. Her hair just as dark and shiny. Arin.

At the thought of the child’s name, you looked down, spotting her beside the stranger, clinging to her hand, eyes wide and shiny with worried tears. Everything clicked into place then. Confusion clearing, yet the sick feeling got stronger. This wasn’t a stranger. It was Arin’s mother. Seokjin’s ex-wife. Nana. And she looked angry.

You glanced around, spotting Seokjin who was looking your way with apologetic eyes. His face looked torn. He murmured your name, stepping towards you, a protective hand reaching for your own. He held it tight, giving you a comforting squeeze. His palm was clammy.

“Yes, here she is!” Nana laughed harshly, needing no reply. It made you wince. Beside you Seokjin groaned quietly, rubbing his free hand across his face before he took a deep breath. As if he was gearing himself up.

You looked at Nana, chest a little tight, something heavy in your stomach. When your eyes locked the corners of her mouth curled upwards.

“The stepmom!” She sneered.

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