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strongheartneteyam · 4 months

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A New Beginning.

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x female!human!reader/female!avatar!reader

cw: lots of fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, slightly sexual language, kissing, hugging, tsaheylu is mentioned, TRIGGER WARNING for brief talk of death (of Reader's human body), Jake and Neytiri being the best in-laws ever

@anika-rose-walker Here's your request after ages lol I'm so sorry, boo 😅

I changed the plot from what you asked a little bit (Neteyam and Reader are already together, instead of confessing to each other throughout the story) bc I had already written the beginning of it when I went back and read the rest of your request lol I hope you don't mind. I love you sm and I hope you like it, my lovely Kayla 💕

PS: in this story, going through a transference of consciousness from a human body to an Avatar is not as dangerous as it used to be because it has been done many times before. I have no idea if it makes sense but pls just go with it for the sake of it being easier to write 🥲 my wrist hurts so bad

na'vi words: tsaheylu (neural bond that the na'vi make with their mate), yawne (beloved), yawntu (loved one), paskalin (sweet berry), muntxate (female mate), muntxatan (male mate), oeyä (my, mine), sevin (pretty), tawtute (human)

Not proofread. Sorry if some parts are a bit off but I can't fix it rn lol

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The suns of Pandora were shining bright in the sky that day but nothing was brighter than your smile. You were overcome with happiness as what you had been anticipating for so long was finally gonna happen: you were getting your own Avatar, a body that would let you experience Pandora without that damn oxygen mask that held you back, not letting you breathe the fresh air and worse, not letting you kiss your na'vi boyfriend Neteyam unless you two were inside the lab. You were the daughter of one of the best scientists of the laboratory so you always spent a lot of your time there, but Neteyam was a busy young man and he couldn't visit you at the lab everyday which sucked. You were so addicted to him that spending even a single day without feeling his plump blue lips on yours, his soft and wet tongue lapping and sucking on your tongue felt like a kick in the stomach. You truly felt lovesick whenever it happened. Talk about a strong love and being needy for someone.

You were walking through the Omatikaya mainland, where all the people's huts were, and looking for your boyfriend. You hadn't told him you were gonna get an Avatar. You wanted it to be a surprise. Your brain could not comprehend that you would finally be able to make tsaheylu with Neteyam. Tsaheylu, man! Imagining being able to feel his affection for you through the bond, his need and desire, feel the pleasure he was feeling as the two of you mate… that felt otherworldly and so incredibly exciting. It's a connection beyond what your human brain could comprehend, honestly. Only your na'vi brain would be able to fully understand it.

Neteyam ended up finding you before you could find him. There was a sea of tall blue aliens around.

“Sevin tawtute!” He called out to you loudly, his voice excited

When your ears heard that beautiful voice and your eyes saw his large figure, you ran to his arms and held him tight, your head only reaching his waist, so much taller he was than your human frame. You wondered the height difference you two would have once you were Dreamwalking.

“Oooh! I'm glad you're this happy to see me, muntxate!” Neteyam put his big hands on your head and pet your hair softly.

“Teyam, I got something wonderful to tell you!” You looked at him, as happy as a kid who just got a gift they'd been waiting for ages to get

Neteyam got down on his knees to cut your height difference almost in half.

“What is it?” He smiled, his fangs charmingly touching his lower lip

“My father just told me earlier today that my Avatar is ready.” Your eyes shone like stars in a dark night sky

“Your what?!” His striped blue face betrayed his surprise

Neteyam's heart started beating fast. Was his yawne truly telling you what he thought she was?

“Are you serious, princess? Why didn't you tell me about it? My Eywa…” he chuckled, still incredulous

“I wanted it to be a surprise! I wanted to see this beautiful surprised look on your face, muntxatan.” You look so cute. I love you so much.” Your eyes started to water

Neteyam smiled even wider. He took your oxygen mask off and quickly used both his large hands to grab your face and crushed his lips against yours, before putting it back on again.

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You opened your eyes and your vision seemed to be better as you tried to get used to the bright white artificial lights of the Avatar first testing room in the lab.

“How are you feeling, (y/n)?” Your hearing was surely much sharper as you heard those words coming from a nurse's lips in a much louder volume than you would in your human body.

You moved your fingers and raised your hands up next to your face so you could look at them. Your fingers were blue and your wrist had some bioluminescent freckles on it. God, your skin looked much more beautiful now than it did in your human body. You were afraid you were already liking this body much more than your original one.

Your focus was so much on your new experience in your Avatar that you forgot to answer Julia's - the nurse - question.

“Can you hear me, (y/n)?” You got out of your trance and finally looked at her

“Yes. Yes, I can! Really well, by the way.” You smiled at her. Your fangs touching your lip was a new sensation, a really cool one.

After the scientists and nurses ran some tests with you on your new Avatar, you finally were able to change from your hospital like clothes and went out of that cold room wearing some dark jeans shorts and a simple white sleeveless shirt made of a cotton like material.

You saw Neteyam sitting in one of the brown sofas in the next room. His beautiful face looked tense.

All his tension faded away as soon as he saw you. His pretty yellow eyes shone as he took your appearance in. Neteyam didn't think he could ever fall even deeper in love with you but that had just happened.

“Oeyä muntxate… you look breathtaking. Oeyä sevin yawne…” he walked slowly towards you, still enchanted by the sight of your Avatar body

Neteyam held you by your waist, bring you close to him and gave you the most tender of kisses. You kissed him back, your lips almost trembling with happiness and affection. Neteyam tasted your mouth, his tongue licking not only your tongue but your fangs too, exploring your new na'vi body. He loved how similar you were to him now just as much as he loved the differences between the both of you when you were in your human form.

❦︎

Some weeks passed and you had never been more happy. A short period of time lived being able to Dreamwalk and kiss Neteyam in the woods, on the Sully's hut and in any other place you wished to brought you much more joy than all the years you lived before.

You and Neteyam were standing in front of the lab. You two were about to say goodbye and you would wake up in your human body. But there was a feeling inside of you that you had been haunted by for some time now and it was getting harder and harder to fight it. You finally spilled it out.

“I think I wanna leave my human life behind and become one of the people. If they will have me. If you will have me…” somehow you felt insecure, as if you forgot how happy Neteyam got whenever you were by his side

Surprise was all over his face.

“Are you sure of what you're saying?”

“Yes, I am. I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I know it seems sudden… I'm tired of being human… I'd much rather be your mate and learn archery, learn to cook na'vi recipes, worship Eywa, participate in the sacred rituals, run free in the woods instead of worrying about human social rules, live among artificial lights, eat junk food - don't get me wrong, you know I love some good hamburgers” Neteyam laughed at your remark “but fresh hunted meat, seasoned with herbs and wild spices tastes much better. Also…” You looked into his large feline eyes “I wanna spend more time with you, I wanna live in our own hut… I wanna be always by your side, my Teyam. I hope you don't find me too needy.”

“Of course not, yawntu. The more you need me, the better ‘cause I need you too. So much.”

He stole a happy smile from you with those words.

“And, yawne… How could you ever doubt if I will have you be na'vi and always be with me, live in our own hut? Darling, that's all I've ever wanted. Only Eywa knows how many nights I've talked to her, wishing that it could happen one day.” His voice was full of heartfelt truth

You breathed out, relieved.

“We can talk to my dad about it. He's been through it himself before, I'm sure he can be of great help.”

You nodded and smiled “Okay.”

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After Neteyam took you to talk to the Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya tribe, his dad Jake, his tired face lit up and he smiled, showing no teeth or fangs at first.

“You sure of it, kid? It's a big deal. Your human body is gonna die and that can be really traumatizing to your head.

“I know, Mr Sully. I've thought about that. I can deal with it if it means getting to live as one of the people forever.” You said sternly

“You're also gonna make a big commitment by becoming na'vi. You're gonna have to learn to be use weapons, to haunt, to be fearless. You're gonna have to prove yourself worthy and go through your Ikinimaya before being truly considered one of the people. Are you up for it?” He looked like a mix of a father giving some life lessons to his kids, like a military chief of some kind and like a fierce leader. All three were indeed a part of him.

“Yes. I will do my best to prove myself worthy of becoming na'vi.”

Neteyam watched the two of you, some tension inside of him, as he felt like maybe his father was being too harsh on you, but he also knew he was doing what he had to as the Olo'eyktan and as someone who had once made the same decision you were making now and knew very well what he was talking about.

“Then you have all my support!” Jake finally smiled wide and opened his arms towards you “give me a hug, kid.”

You gladly walked until you got to where he was squatting - not that far from where you were sitting cross legged before - and hugged your father-in-law.

Neteyam smiled too.

“Thank you, Dad.”

When it came the time to talk to Neytiri, things went smoother than you had imagined. It seemed like a dream, in all honesty.

“You do whatever your heart tells you to do, paskalin.” Neytiri smiled at you “I believe Eywa herself chooses every human who decides to become one of the people. How could you say “no” to a request coming from the Great Mother?”

Your brain could not come up with words to describe how happy and relieved those words coming from your mother-in-law made you.

❦︎

Talking to your dad broke your heart a little. Your mother had died and you were his only family now.

“I just don't wanna lose my little girl.” Your dad was now sniffing. You felt bad as you never saw him cry.

“I'm not leaving you, Dad! I'm gonna visit you all the time! You're always gonna be my Dad. And you can always visit me when you have some free time, too.” You tried to comfort him by holding his hand as the both of you sit in your bed, in your bedroom

“I know. It's just not gonna be the same. And I'm gonna miss your beautiful human body. I'm gonna miss the girl I've raised since she was a little child.” You felt a stab in your heart. You honestly had not thought how much of a shock it would be to your dad to see your human body die. You felt a little selfish.

“She's still gonna be here.” You touched the place where your heart was, inside your chest “My soul will not change. I'm still gonna be me.” You looked into his eyes, trying to convince him of that

“I know. I just want you to be happy and if that's how you're gonna find your true happiness, I'd never try to be on your away.”

“Thank you, dad. I love you.” You hugged him and he felt a little better

You eventually broke the hug.

“I want you to come to my transferring of consciousness ceremony. Can you try and find some time on your busy scientist schedule to come and see your daughter wake up in her new body?”

“I wouldn't miss it for the world!” He gave you a supportive smile

The next step would be your transferring of consciousness ceremony. Mo'at seemed utterly happy to perform it. She wasn't that affectionate but you could read her feelings in her big amber eyes.

That night you slept in peace, knowing that the next time you would go to sleep again, you would be in your then permanent na'vi body and inside Neteyam's arms, your mate, the love of your life, probably making tsaheylu, as connected as you two could ever be. As one.

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hollyhomburg · 3 months

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Before I Leave You (Pt.66)

(Sneek peak)(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: Your track record with trying to survive is a checkered one. This is a red spot among the black and white.

Tags: Blood, Guns, violence, near death experiences, everyone lives nobody dies...but someone does die this chapter, horror, non-lethal injury, talks of death and dying, a bit of body horror, forced murder? Trans! tae, Tae is briefly dead named in this, implied/referenced intimate partner violence, flashbacks, brief suicidality.

W/c: 8.0k

A/N: ahhhhhh <3 we're finally ready for this part of the story <3 i wonder what your guys reactions will be, i'm really glad i decided to split this chapter into two peices! it's much cleaner this way. don't be 🥲 too mad at me.

Previous part - Masterlist - First part

Chapter 66: Go for the Throat

You hold your breath. Still peering around the corner, watching and waiting for the man to spot you.

But he doesn't, after a breath where his soft footsteps echo, you wait, but nothing happens. You peak back around the corner.

You absorb and catalog the details as fast as you can; the black ski mask, covered by one of those traditional masks, wooden with red lacquer. This one is a little different than the one that Jimin had; this one is white with red splotch on the cheeks, not twisted with thick eyebrows in a snarl. Like a ghost sent down from above to rob you of your humanity.

The bulletproof vest stops at the collarbones. The gun itself is black and a generic model. The long end is extra bulbous with something that might be an attached silencer. Hands covered in black nitrile gloves, leathery at first glance. There is a knife at his waist along with a barrage of other small things. Rope and a knife, duct tape and handcuffs. His heavy boots look steel toed and reinforced.

The man (because it is a man you realize; tall, maybe taller than Namjoon) trains his gun at the landing on the top of the stairs. Pointing it in the direction of Hobi, Tae, and Jin’s hushed voices.

Hobi giggles and it sounds so bright. Echoing off the walls and filling the house.

There is a phone cord tangled in your hands, long and white. You grip it tight.

This man might be silent but you’re quieter as you slide your bare feet across the smooth floors. Your strides are so quiet, you take one step and then another until you're behind the man, mirroring him.

You remember when Yoongi redid the floors, it was one of the few things that he did right away- before the pack came to live here (to love here). It took him weeks and weeks of sanding before he got them to his liking. Days more of brown dark stain that colored his hands ruddy until the soft matte finish stuck. Every pass with the belt sander and dirty rag a movement of love, a meditation for it.

Yoongi made every inch of this house with the same loving intent; to make it a home for all of you. You won’t let it become a grave. You won’t let this person stay here and ruin it.

Most people get it wrong; In order to kill, it is not a matter of elegance or effort. There is no such thing as a perfect kill, emotionless and analytic. it being justified only gets you halfway. There is no way to do it perfectly or cleanly. People die just as they live, messy and hopeful and dirty.

Murder isn't a matter or wanting or wishing, It’s a matter of rage.

It’s always been this way. Rage has been chewing a hole through you from the moment that you pulled the trigger with Geumjae. From the moment you said ‘I do’. Rage that these violent things have been done to you, that they continue to happen, that you can’t just get away from all the hurt and trauma.

Rage has eaten you clean through to the bone. Only now you're the hungry one. Right now, only three words run through your head;

How dare she.

How dare she send this man into your house. How dare she point a gun at the upstairs, in the general direction of your nest and your packmates. The altar at which you so desperately cling to, for sweet dreams and sweet worship. How dare she even think about hurting the people you love.

There is no courage, no bravery, no thought in your head about how stupid it might be as you step closer behind the man. You are not a trained assassin. You’re just an omega.

The adrenaline rush is an old friend, you know how to use it. You grip the phone cord in your hands and take a quiet steadying breath. He doesn't see you, he doesn't hear you, he doesn't know that you're behind him.

Wolves always go for the throat, whether they’re cornered or hunting.

The assassin’s foot ascends the bottom step. You don’t let him get to the second before you’re moving, hurtling forward. Footsteps light as a butterfly’s wings. Your hands go over the man’s shoulders. The cord no more than a white flash across his vision before you draw it tight across his neck.

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peanutpinet · 5 months

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hihi!! really love the mini nct-mafia universe that you’ve created 🥹 i was hoping if you could write jaemin next..i was thinking of jaemin being a little cold to others but only soft towards y/n (and of course jeno)..i’ll leave the plot up to you but i thought it’ll be cute if there’s a scene where y/n helps to undress jaemin to take care of him..so like angst/fluff/suggestive all blended in one! thank you and i’m sorry if it’s so specific 🥲🥲

Trauma - Mafia! Na Jaemin x Innocent! Fem Reader

A/N: Hi anon!! Thank you for requesting the fic! I actually was already planning to write for mafia Jaemin and since you requested him as well, it motivated me even more to write!

Also, apologies if I took way too long and if the story isn't how you actually want it to go but I do hope that you enjoy it as much as I wrote it. There are lots of heavy trigger warnings that you have to pay attention to!

Trigger Warning: trauma experience, character death (not MC), grief, revenge, murder, blood loss, torture (excessive), explosion. -> I'm sorry if this isn't all but I will try to update it in case I missed anything

Synopsis: Being the son of the famous Nam Goongmin came with a heavy price to pay for Jaemin. Though Taeyong managed to get Jaemin out of his father’s mafia business and helped him to heal, there was still some trauma that Jaemin had yet to face. Until he came across a girl that he would soon learn that he can't always run from his problems

Water to Fire. Winter to Spring. Sunshine to Rain. They were all opposites of each other yet people kept on saying that opposites then to attract one another. Jaemin had never believed such things until he saw his parents. His father was the ruthless mafia whereas his mother was a kindhearted school teacher. Despite their contradicting characteristics, they were like magnets and attracted each other in a good way just like sunshine and rain coming together to create a rainbow.

Though Jaemin knew that his father didn’t have the best job, being one of the most feared mafia in South Korea before NCT became a thing was a reputation that Jaemin had to live for years until his mother passed away; and not in a peaceful way.

Jaemin knew that with the amount of power and wealth his father had, came all the enemies as well. Enemies who either wanted his father dead for hundreds of different reasons. Murder. Fraud. Stealing. Jaemin didn’t know how far his father was in crime because his mother made sure that he wouldn’t have to see his father at one of the most gruesome scenes that might as well come from the action/thriller drama that he watched.

Sadly, those moments were all but just memories to Jaemin. Everything happened as quickly as his memories could remember. One sunny morning, the day before Jaemin’s 18th birthday, he was going off to school and the same evening he went back home, it started raining but he still went home smiling knowing that he got a perfect score on his biology test, a recommendation letter from all of his science teacher and that his mom promised that they would bake today.

But when he arrived at the front door, Jaemin knew that something was wrong. Quietly, Jaemin took off his shoes and took the nearest thing that he could use as a weapon and went in. Though Jaemin was sheltered from the gruesome life of his father, the old man actually taught him every self-defence technique he knew. From hand-to-hand combat to even using a gun, Jaemin knew it all. But what his father had not taught him was how to cope with his feelings or a life that he took with his own hands.

That day will forever haunt Jaemin’s memory as the day of his first kill, the day of his mother’s death, and the day that he knew that he was his father’s son. When Jaemin’s father came home that night, he was just as distraught as his son. Both instantly mourn the loss of their beloved wife and mother. It was the first time that Jaemin’s dad actually let Jaemin into the horrifying world that he lived in.

Out for revenge, Jaemin had no mercy for anyone who would prevent him or his father from getting back at the one who took the light out of their dark thoughts. But even when Jaemin finally got a taste of revenge. It didn’t satisfy him and instead, he quickly realised his actions before it was too late.

His mother taught him better. His mother always taught him to never hate anyone as most people who do evil things were also once good. So Jaemin did what he could do. Run. Jaemin ran away from all his dark side; his father.

Jaemin knew that no matter how far or fast he ran, his father would always find him. But it seemed that his mother must’ve sent some guardian angels because right as Jaemin was cornered by some of his father’s most trusted men, some other men came and saved Jaemin, killing his father’s men in the process.

It was that day did Jaemin joined Taeyong into NCT and became one of the core members of NCT. But unlike the other members who also have daytime jobs, Jaemin prefers to just stay at the base and stand by whilst studying medicine with Kun. Though Taeyong still forces Jaemin to go follow Jeno along because Jeno was one of the only members that Jaemin talks to and eventually Jeno manages to convince Jaemin to at least intern and later work in NCT’s hospital under Kun on the early morning of weekdays.

For the most part of Jaemin’s life in NCT, not once did he ever complain. Not once did Jaemin want something more like his friend Jeno who is a famous racer. Not once did Jaemin ever go against NCT’s leader, Taeyong, like sometimes Haechan did. Though Jaemin has become more social than his first year in NCT, Taeyong has yet to completely understand Jaemin.

In reality, Jaemin stayed with NCT because he hoped that one day if he were to have to face his father again, he would face him without being scared. After years of being with NCT and even becoming a surgeon in Neo Hospital under Kun, Jaemin slowly finds a new routine and he slowly finds that by helping other people, it relieves a part of him that remembers all the bad things his father had done towards multiple innocent people.

As days passed, Jaemin has slowly forgotten about meeting his father again. Instead, Jaemin wants to avoid having to meet his father ever again if it were possible. Jaemin was content with the life he has now and wants to continue to just live his life without the constant worry of having to deal with his father or the mess he made; at least, until a recent patient that he had to deal with.

It was in the middle of a weekend night, right when Taeyong suddenly dismissed him and told Jaemin to just go back home despite Taeyong just finished torturing a guy who kidnapped the intern for Neo-Tech and helped build the Satellite tracker.

But right as Jaemin was about to go back to his place, Jeno suddenly called him and said that there was a sudden accident right when he and his girlfriend were on their way home and some weird men were chasing an injured girl.

“I got no idea why they were chasing them but I figured to call you not only to help the girl but I also feel that you should know. Those weird men mentioned that they were under your father’s name” Jeno mentioned, making Jaemin stop in his tracks

“I’m on my way. I’ll call the nurse to handle it before I get there. Just drive to the emergency entrance” Jaemin replied, turning off his call with Jeno, going into his car and rushing to the hospital

Along the way, Jaemin called the nurse in his hospital and told them to go to the emergency room and help a girl that Jeno was bringing. Jaemin also told the nurse to ask for Kun to help before he arrived there.

Within minutes, Jaemin arrived at the hospital and immediately went to get changed and head to the surgery room. Before going in, Jaemin saw Jeno who was bloody with his girlfriend sitting by the entrance. “Jaem…” Jeno called out to his friend who was just about to head into the surgery room.

“You should take her home. I can handle it here” Jaemin replied but Jeno seemed hesitant. “Your girlfriend is practically asleep, Jen. You’re also covered with blood. Plus I’m not alone. Kun-hyung is here. Go” Jaemin reassured Jeno who stood up, carrying his sleeping girlfriend

“Call me if anything happens. I’m not just a member. I’m your friend, too” Jeno mentioned before Jaemin went into the surgery room

In the surgery room, Jaemin apologised to Kun for being late but Kun didn’t question him. “I’ll question you after the surgery. Jeno came in here bloody and said that you wouldn’t want anyone outside of NCT to know about this” Kun mentioned

“Probably for the best” Jaemin replied and immediately got to work with Kun

Because Jeno managed to stop the bleeding by using a cloth and putting pressure on it, Jaemin and Kun managed to stitch up the girl with no problem. But aside from the deep wound, Jaemin noticed that the girl also had several bruises all over her body, a cut lip, and even a few fractured bones.

After moving the girl into a secluded patient room, Kun and Jaemin went into Kun’s office where Kun made a cup of warm tea before getting into the talk. “I won’t tell Taeyong if you don’t want me to” Kun reassured Jaemin who has been quiet since the surgery

“She’s related to my father” Jaemin mentioned, making Kun stop drinking his drink and look at the younger one. “Not in a way that you would think. Jeno said that she was being chased by some men. When Jeno got to her, she was already bruised and everything. Jeno thought that he was just helping someone but didn’t realise until too late that the men were working for my father” Jaemin explained

“You know. You’re not really obligated to actually find out about her or her relationship with your father if you don’t want to. You can always just ignore her and think that you never met her” Kun mentioned. “I’m not saying that you should run away from your problems but…” Kun added but Jaemin stopped him

“I know that someday I’m going to have to face him again after all these years. If so, I might as well get it over with. Thanks hyung, but I’m going to try and find out and maybe face my father. All I ask is to not tell Taeyong-hyung about it until I’m sure that she truly has something to do with my father” Jaemin mentioned, leaving Kun to see the girl

Jaemin’s POV

Reaching the girl’s room, I went in and received an overview of her profile from Haechan. “You owe me big. Taeyong-hyung almost caught me for this”. Going over her profile, I noticed that the girl, (y/n) has gone through a rough childhood.

“3 different foster homes in the span of 20 years?! Geez. Either she was trouble or those foster homes are actually as shitty as I know” I thought to myself, glancing over (y/n) who was sweating and whimpering.

Turning off the screen to my tab, I walked closer. Grabbing a soft cloth, I started to wipe the sweat that was building up on her forehead until I was close enough to hear her whimpers.

“p-please…” (y/n) whimpered. “leave my mom alone. Let me go” (y/n) suddenly screamed, jolting from the bed

“Hey, hey, no one is going to hurt you” I mentioned, looking at (y/n) who was now sitting, her chest was going up and down faster than normal

“You’re alright but I would suggest you to rest again. Let’s put you to sleep again” I mentioned, coming closer but she flinched when my hand was just reaching her shoulders

Sighing, I pulled my hands away and tucked them into my pockets. “Look. I’m a doctor here. I’m not going to hurt you or anything. If I was going to hurt you, I’d done it already” I bluntly mentioned as (y/n) just eyed me from top to bottom

“Jaemin…” she read my nametag. “You look like him. I, I thought…” (y/n) finally said a sentence

“Who? Who do I look like? What were you thinking if I look like someone?” I asked but (y/n) didn’t utter another word. “Do I look like Nam Goongmin?” I asked, the name felt foreign that my voice cracked a bit but luckily, I got some kind of answer as (y/n) nodded

“You’ve met him before” I mentioned. It wasn’t a question

Another nod which made my next sigh rougher than the previous one. “Look, if you have anything to say to me regarding him, just tell me. Or if you know about him. Or if you’re involved with him. I’m not a mind reader” I rambled

“He mentioned your name before” (y/n) finally said something again but I didn’t cut her off. I wanted her to keep talking. “He mentioned that I reminded him of his son. How I wasn’t considerate and thankful that he helped me find a foster home b-but…” (y/n) started to cry

“He helped you look for a foster home? But why? Sorry for being blunt but I doubt that he would let himself get involved with someone like you unless you or someone you know is involved with him” I mentioned

“H-he, he killed my dad and then my mom. He killed them because they worked for him but eventually cut ties with him” (y/n) cried, probably remembering the dark times she had to face

“What do you remember?” I asked, handing a clean cloth for her to wipe her tears

“My dad was his colleague. He helped supply the things that Nam Goongmin couldn’t easily get his hands on. But when I reached a certain age, my dad just cut ties with him” (y/n) added

“Were you home when your parents were killed?” I asked and (y/n) nodded

“My parents hid me, along with files of Nam Goongmin. Files that if they were to be released to the public, would ruin everything that he had built” (y/n) replied, perking up my interest

“When was the last time you saw him?” I asked, wanting to know more

“Months ago. He found me while I was working at a convenience store late at night. I didn’t know who he was at first until he brought up my parents’ name” (y/n) replied. “At first, he didn’t ask the files. He just told me about his history with my dad which honestly shocked me. I was so scared that he would do something to me but instead, he just left”

“But you mentioned that you were in foster homes? Did you run away?” I asked

“Ever since my parents passed away, which was when I was 14, I was put in an adoption center but turns out I was put into foster homes. At first, I didn’t notice anything strange until one night in my first foster home, I heard him again. I ran away after finding out. I was then put into another foster home at 15 but it was the same thing. I found out they were associated with him and ran away. The last one was the most brutal one. They didn’t sugarcoat anything and I was treated like a slave until I told them where I hid the file. When I saw a chance, I ran away once again. I managed to hide from them for the past 2 years because I ran away by the time I reached 18 years old and started working part-time in a few places. Up until now at least” (y/n) ended her story

“So, where did you actually hide the files then?” I asked as (y/n) just looked at me

“Don’t you think it’s only fair that I ask you after explaining to you, not knowing if I can trust you or not” (y/n) mentioned

“Nam Goongmin…he’s my father” I mentioned, shocking (y/n)

The next morning rolled around quicker than I wanted. I ended up not going back home and stayed in (y/n)’s room since I was the one who booked her the VIP room. While (y/n) was sleeping, I checked on all the files that Haechan sent me just to double-check her background because she could be lying and actually working with my father.

Jeno came along with Renjun and Haechan, bringing something for me to eat which I realised that I hadn’t eaten anything since the surgery the other night. The four of us sat in my office as I told them about what happened the other night.

“So her story and what Haechan sent you checked out? She’s not lying?” Renjun asked, munching on the burger that he bought upon coming to the hospital

“As far as I read the background. Yeah. Unless you have something else up your sleeve, Haechan?” I asked, looking over to him who was stuffing his face with french fries

“That’s all I found. And I’ve used the big bois. Perks of having parents that used to be in the mafia I supposed. Can manipulate what information would be put out there well until they were dead at least” Haechan shrugged

“What are you planning to do then, Jaem? I mean, you used to say that you don’t want to get involved with your dad ever again. What changed?” Jeno asked but I too didn’t quite have the answer yet

“Part of me doesn’t like the idea of what dad has become. Regardless, he was still my father and he honestly raised me well. He was there for my childhood. It was truly like he wanted me in his life. But when my mom was killed, guess that’s when he went haywire and made a killing spree. I want him to atone for what he did. Killing innocent people is wrong and he had never done it until my mom passed away” I mentioned

“So, you want to put him behind bars?” Haechan asked

“It’s more complicated…” I mumbled when a knock was heard. “Who is it?” I asked, standing from my seat, eyeing my members who suddenly went serious mode

“Dr Na, your patient is here to see you” the nurse exclaimed, making my members sigh of relief

“Yes, of course. Just bring her in” I mentioned and the nurse brought (y/n) on a wheelchair into my office. “I’ll handle it from here, you can leave” I told the nurse

“So this is the famous (y/n)” Haechan smirked while I instantly eyed him, helping (y/n) into my office

“Ignore him, he’s always that playful. I’m Renjun, that’s Jeno over there” Renjun mentioned, giving a smile at (y/n). The same goes for Jeno

“You’re the one that helped me!” (y/n) exclaimed as Jeno nodded. “That would be me. I’m glad that you’re alright now. Also, I know Jaemin might seem cold and unapproachable but he’s pretty nice” Jeno mentioned, making me groan

“I never got to thank you. Thank you, for saving me. If you hadn’t, I would’ve…” (y/n) rambled but Jeno shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. Thank Jaemin as well for saving you. I just helped a bit. He’s the saviour here. I mean, he’s dubbed the miracle doctor here because the amount of times Jaemin has been able to save people who are in critical condition is crazy” Jeno mentioned, which honestly made me flustered

“I think I’m just lucky this time, to be able to meet kind people to help me” (y/n) shyly stated

“It’s not luck. No one deserves to die honestly. Anyways, you can trust my friends here. They, they know about my history with my father” I stated. “You can tell us where you hid the files and we’ll help retrieve them. I promise that there’s nothing to worry about. You’re completely safe here” I added on, making (y/n) smiled

“Thank you” (y/n) uttered. “But I’m sorry that this might seem like I’m asking a lot but actually, I hid it at my old house. The one where I used to live with my parents. I figure that it would be the best place to hide it since Nam Goongmin wouldn’t think to look at an old abandoned house where he killed people that he probably don’t remember” (y/n) explained and I looked over at Haechan who was still stuffing his face with food but his face was serious as he was typing away on his computer

“Is this the house?” Haechan asked, showing us all his laptop that showed a house. “Y-yeah, how did you?” (y/n) asked but Haechan shrugged. “It’s one of my many talents”

“Alright then, we should leave tonight. It’ll be easier so we won’t be seen” Jeno pointed out and the others started to pack their things. “I’ll also fill in Yangyang and Shotaro on our plan so that they could help with the file. Haechan, you, Renjun and Shotaro should prepare on the equipment we need. I’ll ask Yangyang for a vehicle and…” Jeno added but (y/n) cut him off

“Is, is it alright if I come along? I mean. I’m the one that knows where it’s hidden. Plus. I, I want to get something from the house” (y/n) asked

“Honestly, I don’t think it would be the best idea for you to come. You’re still injured and…” Jeno replied

“I just want to get my old family photobook. I promise that’s it” (y/n) argued

“I think it’s alright if she goes. We’ll all be there and I’ll keep a watch on her and then get her out as soon as she gets her photobook” I added on, making Jeno sigh

“Fine. But we have to move quickly. Taeyong-hyung doesn’t know about this and even if he does, we have to be fast, alright?” Jeno stated and everyone nodded

After the short meeting, I brought (y/n) back to her room, making her rest up a bit more while I went back to my office and changed into my nightwear mission gear and taking the female clothes I asked someone to buy for me to (y/n)’s room; telling her to change while we wait for Jeno to come.

“Just asking. How long have you been doing this?” I heard (y/n) asked

“For a few years. I was found by my now leader at 18 and ever since I was taken in, was taught everything I know and was given the opportunity to be something that I’ve always wanted as a kid” I told her, remembering the early days when Taeyong-hyung and Jeno first found me

“Do, do you guys like, I don’t know, kill people? Sell drugs or human trafficking?” (y/n) asked, making me chuckle at her thought. “Wh-why are you laughing? Is this all just a trick and you’re actually working with…” (y/n) rambled but I stopped her before she could say that man’s name

“No. We’re not like him. Not every mafia is bad. At least not us. I used to think the same until my leader brought me in. We’re considered a mafia group because we deal with other dirty crime organizations through some illegal methods which to the public, it might seem wrong but basically, we help the government do more of the dirty work. But we never went as far as killing. Torture? Yes. I’ll tell you that upfront. Especially to those who betray us” I explained, looking at (y/n) who looked nervous

“Don’t worry. As long as you’re not involved with the people in our wanted list, there’s nothing to worry about. Are you ready to go?” I asked as (y/n) slowly nodded

“Alright, come with me then” I mentioned, nudging (y/n) to walk right beside me. “Whatever happens there, I’ll be by your side and I expect you to do the same. Don’t walk ahead, don’t walk behind. I have to make sure that nothing happens to you, got it?” I stated as we walked into the private elevator and (y/n) nodded

Arriving at (y/n)’s house, Jeno told Haechan, Renjun and Shotaro to stay hidden as he, Yangyang, (y/n) and I go into the house and find the files along with the photobook that (y/n) wanted. Because (y/n) was the only one who knew where both the items were, we stuck close to her, practically forming a human wall around her to make sure that there weren’t any threats.

“Haechan, any sign of anyone nearby?” Jeno asked. “Nope. It’s all clear. Unless you count some stray cats nearby which they’re very big and chubby” Haechan joked

“Jaem, you accompany (y/n). Yangyang and I will stay downstairs, just in case. Once you’ve gotten the files, toss it to me and I’ll have Yangyang hand it to Haechan and the others, kay?” Jeno instructed and I nodded in acknowledgement

(y/n) and I went upstairs, and I noticed from some of the ripped, broken images that (y/n) seemed to be an only child and that there weren’t really any other family members except for her parents. “D-do you not have any like uncles or aunts to take you in at the time?” I asked as (y/n) rummage around a room that seems to be a master bedroom based on the size and linked bathroom

“Unfortunately, no. As far as I know, my parents are both only childs and even if there were, I doubt they want to take a burden in” (y/n) chuckled dryly, making me feel bad for asking

“I’m sorry to hear that but you should know that no one is a burden. Especially those under 18. You didn’t ask to be born. None of us asked for it and you shouldn’t push yourself because of what happened. This universe might’ve fucked up some things in everyone’s life but the moment you’re given just one chance to change your fate, take it. Exploit it if you can as long as you hurt no one. You deserve to enjoy your life” I stated, trying to cheer (y/n) up

“You know, I lived my life in uncertainty and everything changed with my mom was killed and I thought that this universe hated me until my now leader and Jeno found me. They gave me a new life and I’m doing much better now. Why don’t you come with us when all of this is over?” I offered, catching (y/n)’s attention

“I doubt that you guys would want me. I don’t even know what I’m good at” (y/n) replied, her voice became much softer than before

“Don’t worry about that. Everyone doesn’t know what they’re good at because they just simply were never given the chance to. But I promise you that as stone-cold as some of my members are, they are all caring for each other and would always help one another. Just consider it. And if you decided you want to, I’ll talk with my leader about it” I replied, offering (y/n) a smile, making her smile back

“T-thank you, Jaemin. Really. No one has ever offered me this far” (y/n) mentioned, making me frown

“That’s probably because they don’t understand the pain you go through; especially after losing your parents. Let’s hurry and find the file and your photobook then we can continue this conversation” I stated as (y/n) nodded

(y/n) quickly scrambled to the bed of the room and went underneath the covers, ripping it and taking something out of the mattress which turns out to be the USB. “Is that the files?” I asked as (y/n) nodded. “Yeah, I kept it here because this room and bed reminded me about my parents. How I would crawl into their room in the middle of the night because of nightmares when I was younger. And eventually sleep between them” (y/n) replied, making me smile

“Can I take the USB from you? I promise that my members and I will bring justice to your parents and all the innocent people whose life were ruined by Nam Goongmin” I stated, extending my hand as (y/n) handed the USB over

“Jen, I got it. We’re upstairs in the master bedroom. (y/n) is looking for the photobook” I stated in my earcom. “I’m going up” Jeno replied

Jeno then came within seconds and took the USB. Jeno told me to take care of (y/n) while he went to Haechan and handed the USB over to check the files before going back to the base. I told Jeno that he and Yangyang could just go with the others because (y/n) and I were only finding the photobook.

Despite being unsure of my request, Jeno eventually compiled and told me that if anything were to happen, I should just call him or the base; regardless of whether Taeyong-hyung knows or not. Because in the end, whether I like it or not, I will have to tell Taeyong-hyung about this.

After Jeno left, I continued to help (y/n) find the photobook she was looking for. We eventually turned the already messed up house into basically a destroyed ship. But luckily, we managed to find the photobook that (y/n) was looking and I instantly told the others that we were done and were going to head back to my place.

As we went downstairs, I suddenly heard a clock ticking. I looked around and saw an old grandfather clock that was ticking. Which was strange because I swore that when we all went into the house, the only noise that could be heard were our voices, the sounds of our shoes on the old hardwood floor, and even our breathing. But not once did I hear any ticking noise.

Not wanting to find out, I quickly wrapped an arm around (y/n) and dragged her out of the house. But before we could get out, the clock struck 3 am and instantly, everything became a blur. One moment I was reaching the door handle to open the door and the next, I was having a hard time breathing and was lying on my back.

Blinking several times, I tried to regain my vision after almost blacking out but everything was still a blur. My nose smelled some smoke and as I used my hands to try to get me up, I noticed that the house behind me was in flames.

Regardless of my weak state, I called out to (y/n) and tried to scan my surroundings with whatever vision I had but I felt everything spinning around and was suddenly met with a fist on my cheek; making me fall to the ground and cough up blood.

Suddenly, I felt two people holding each of my arms respectively as I was now kneeling on the ground. I tried to fight them off but knowing my weak state from the sudden explosion, I couldn’t do anything. But what caught me off-guard was the person who walked and stood right in front of me. The man who made me have my first kill, the man who I thought was good because of how he loved my mother, the man who shared the same DNA as I did. My father, Nam Goongmin.

“I thought I told you manners on how to greet your elderly, Na Jaemin” my father chuckled, grabbing a chunk of my hair, roughly pulling my head back, making me look at him

Even though my vision was still blurry, I could recognize that tone and sinister smirk from anywhere. “You don’t deserve any manners or respect from me” I coughed up, spitting some blood that landed on my father’s suit and face

“You still haven’t changed, have you? A doctor now are you?” my father stated, not really asking me

“W-was the least I could do, after what you’ve done. You can try to kill as many innocent people but I’ll be the one that’ll save them” I argued back, my father roughly letting my hair go

“Oh, you might want to save that breath of yours because you’re going to need it” my father uttered, I could feel his breath by my ear. “You and your little gang have something that I’ve been looking for years” my father whispered as I turned to eye him

“Let’s test how eager you are to save a life, shall we? That troublesome girl will be your time limit. Right now, she’s practically as injured as you are. The difference is. You’re going to be rescued by your little team while she gets to hang out with me” my father stated, making me try to release the grip of his men

“With every second you don’t come back, I’m going to draw her blood out of her. Slowly. With each day passing and you do not give me back those files, I’ll have to find out which organ I want to sell to the black market first. And if those files ever get released to the public? I’ll give you a little present. For all the years that I’ve been gone from your life” my father stated when suddenly I was injected with a sleeping drug and the grip on each of my arms were gone as I drifted off to sleep, and my body unconsciously fell to the ground with the thought of (y/n) in my mind

NCT Base - 8:25 pm (still Jaemin’s POV)

The sound of a beeping monitor slowly matched with the beat of my heart as I slowly woke up from my slumber for who knows how long. When I opened my eyes and slowly scanned the room, I noticed that I was in the patient room back in the base.

When I closed my eyes again, I remembered my father’s threat and immediately jerked on the bed. “Shit Jaemin, are you okay?! Let me get Kun-hyung” I heard Jeno stated but I managed to grip his wrist. “How long was I out?” I asked

“About more than 12 hours. Not long after we left, I felt something was off. I tried to contact you through our earcom but it was muffled. I told Haechan to just go while I drove one of our emergency borrowed cars and went back to the house. By the time I arrived, the house was in flames and you passed out on the ground, bruises and blood everywhere. But I didn’t see (y/n) at all” Jeno explained

“Shit. My dad. H-he caused the explosion. He knew that we would go to the house. He knew that (y/n) must’ve hid the files there and would have to retrieve it. Where’s the files right now?” I asked, trying to get out of bed but Jeno stopped me

“Woah. I know that your dad is insane and we should save (y/n) but you’re injured pretty badly right now. You gotta rest. Especially since you have to face…” Jeno ranted but we heard several footsteps coming into the room

“Is he awake?!” both Jeno and I heard Taeyong-hyung’s voice and suddenly the door was slammed open and Taeyong-hyung along with Kun, Mark, and Doyoung came in

“Tell me why the hell is there a 150ml of blood bag with your fucking name on it arrived at the hospital when the blood is clearly not yours?!” Taeyong-hyung demanded, showing me the blood bag

“Shit. He’s actually serious. Fuck. Hyung, where’s the files?” I asked back but Taeyong-hyung didn’t budge. “Who is he, Jaemin?! You’re my member. My core member. And Kun received this right as he finished handling another patient. So no, Jaemin, I won’t let you know anything about the files until you explain yourself” Taeyong-hyung growled and I was trying to put together some words to not make the situation worse

“He’s back isn’t he?” Taeyong-hyung stated, sending chills as I remembered the incident

“He’s after the files, isn’t he, Jaemin?” Taeyong-hyung asked as I slowly nodded. “Everyone but Jeno, out” Taeyong-hyung stated as the others left the room but Jeno. “You know something as well, Jeno. I’ll deal with the other 00 boys later” Taeyong-hyung added

“Tell me everything, Jaemin. What happened, how did you get those files, whose blood is this and what did Nam Goongmin threaten you” Taeyong demanded and I told him everything that had happened. From when Jeno brought (y/n) to the hospital to going to her house and even facing my father on my own

“I know meeting him would not end well but this?! This is out of my prediction” Taeyong-hyung grunted, messing up his hair before slicking it back again

“We can’t release the files. (y/n) would be instantly killed” I argued

“I know that. But we need to find where your father is first which Jungwoo is already in the process of finding through the satellite tracker. In the meantime, Haechan already duplicated the files and we’ll hand the original file back” Taeyong-hyung mentioned

“You figured it out when I was passed out, didn’t you, hyung?” I asked back when Taeyong-hyung explained on the current situation he’s handling which always amazed me

“I keep tabs on my members. I know about your father coming to find you because that was the reason why he sent someone to kidnap the intern under Jungwoo. But I wouldn’t expect another person outside of NCT to be involved. Guess I should’ve expected it since it already happened with Jeno and Haechan” Taeyong-hyung chuckled

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to worry you. I also didn’t expect my father to have everything figured out and was basically a step ahead of me” I grunted

“Jaemin. Whether you like it or not, your dad was in the mafia way before me and the other oldest members in the group. He might be out of touch with the current generation unlike us, but he always has that sinister, manipulative mind that somehow always manages to turn the situation around. No matter what, your dad is not someone we can take on lightly like Jeno or Haechan’s situation” Taeyong-hyung stated when suddenly we heard a knock on the door, revealing to be Jungwoo

“Hyung. I found him” Jungwoo-hyung stated and Taeyong-hyung told him to come and show us

Jungwoo-hyung came in and showed the exact location of where my father was and it turns out, he was back at my old house. The house that I abandoned since my mother was killed. “Of course he would be there” I growled

“That’s not all, Jaemin. As I found him, there was a sudden file that was delivered to me. I didn’t want to open it until I see Taeyong-hyung” Jungwoo-hyung mentioned, showing us the mystery file that he received

“Open it, Jungwoo” Taeyong-hyung mentioned and upon opening the file, I could feel my stomach twist and nearly puke upon seeing the file because it was a video of (y/n) who was unconscious and tied to a bed, getting her blood slowly drawn out and a figure coming behind her and slowly picking up a scalpel before the video went black, showing several numbers.

“Hyung…” I grunted, Jeno taking a bucket and shoving it towards me. “Go ahead, no one is going to judge you” Jeno tried to joke

“It’s a countdown” Taeyong-hyung stated. “Looks like your dad still isn’t a patient man. Are you okay to go?” Taeyong-hyung asked

“I have to. I’m not letting him kill another innocent person. Not when I can actually do something about it. I failed to protect my mom and spent the past few years to try and atone for what my father has done. I’m not going to sit this one out just because I have a few bruises and injuries” I stated, getting up from my bed

“It’ll most likely be a trap. Your dad would instantly kill her upon seeing the rest of us but if you go alone, there’s no telling what will happen. Your dad could have mercy on you but not on the girl or he might be very merciful and spare both of you. Either way, I won’t sit tight and let you handle everything alone, alright?” Taeyong-hyung stated, patting my shoulder

Jaemin’s Old House - 1:38 am

Right as my car came to a stop, I took a deep breath before walking out and facing the very problem that I’ve been running away from for the past 6 years of my life. As I slowly opened the door, memories of what used to be a happy childhood slowly flooded back but this time with the smell of dirt, trash, and even blood mixed in.

Standing by the door, I was met with multiple other men with their guns all loaded, pointing at me as I looked up at my father who was standing on the 2nd floor, looking as sharp as I remembered him from the day when I last saw him. The last day that I ever agreed to do anything with him. To get revenge on my dead mother.

“I’m assuming you come here with what I requested?” my father asked and I pulled the USB from the inner corner of my jacket, raising it up to show him

“All the files about you. About what you’ve done. About every corrupted person you have helped. Every innocent person you have killed. Every track of your dirty money in and out. Every weapon and drug you own and sell. They’re all in here” I stated, none of my father’s men lowered their weapons

“Hand over the USB and put down every weapon you have” my father instructed me. “Search him just in case” my father added

I handed the USB to one of his men as I took out my guns, knife, pepper spray, and every other weapon I had in hand. Two of his men held me by the arm and another searched me completely before taking away all of my weapons, telling my father that I was already clean.

His men who took the USB went upstairs and handed it to my father. My father then took it and plugged it into the laptop to check every single file personally. “You really have turned soft, haven’t you, Jaemin? All this information for just a girl?” my father questioned

“Just a girl? You killed her parents. She didn’t deserve to continue her life like that. She had no one. No one deserves to live like that. Just because you were like that, doesn’t mean someone else should” I argued back and without warning, my father fired a bullet that grazed my cheek

“Know your place, boy. Remember it was me that helped bring you to this world. Without me, you wouldn’t be alive or breathing right now. Her father wasn’t as innocent if she ever told you the truth, that is. His father was associated with me as in they were the ones that sourced all the weapons and drugs that I sell. So, regardless, they weren’t all that good” my father argued back as well

“Doesn’t mean you should kill them. No one deserves to be killed” I stated but what my father said next hit me more than a bullet would. “Yet your mother was killed”

“If you recall, your mother was murdered, Na Jaemin. She didn’t die due to some illness or of old age. She was murdered cold-blooded. She did nothing wrong yet she was still murdered. You’re only partially right. Not everyone deserves to be killed. Some do” my father stated.

“As shitty as some people are, including you, no one still deserves to be killed” I stood my argument

“You sure about that? Don’t you remember the time when you practically forced yourself to come with me to find your mother’s killer? That you wanted to pull the trigger yourself. Yet, it didn’t satisfy you enough, did it? If anything, you’ve always been a coward. I taught you everything. Yet, you never dared to go above and beyond” my father complained

“My mother never taught me to do anything bad. Plus, she was the reason why you were also soft at some point in your life. She would be disappointed with how you’ve changed. At least I’m trying to atone for what you and I did” I taunted, making my father’s demeanour change. His gaze got darker and scarier.

“Don’t talk about her as if you know about our history. As if you understand what it feels like to have someone part of you being ripped away after all that you’ve been through to change for them” my father admitted; a side of him that I didn’t really know of

“Who says?! My mother is a part of me. Heck, 50% of my DNA is from her. She was my number one supporter and she was my everything. The first woman I love. You and I are the same in terms of looks, some of our traits, and our love for the same woman. The big difference is how we cope with that loss” I mentioned. “As much as I hate the man you’ve become, it saddens me more because no matter what, you’re still my father. So stop this nonsense and just turn yourself in” I tried to reason but instead, my father let out a rather maniac laugh

“There’s another difference between you and I. Your mother might be your first love. But she’s my first and last. Like you said, my parents weren’t really there for me and when I met your mother, that’s when I actually knew what love actually is. Until she was murdered that is. So, Na Jaemin. You want to understand what it feels like to go through what I went through? Let me show you then” my father stated, confusing me

My father went into one of the rooms and not long after, he came back, dragging a way smaller yet weak figure than him to his side which made my whole body shudder as I saw (y/n)’s paled and injured face was being held between one of my father’s hand.

“You said that you wouldn’t hurt her if I gave you the files” I growled, punching and kicking both men who were holding me down, finally breaking free of their grip and immediately there was smoke covering the entirety of the house

Within seconds, each of my father’s men was knocked out by my group and Taeyong-hyung’s additional reinforcements. Once the smoke cleared up, everyone pointed their weapon towards my father as Taeyong stepped into the scene.

“Nam Goongmin. I didn’t expect for us to ever meet again ever since you nearly killed your own son” Taeyong-hyung mentioned. “Let the girl go and turn yourself in. You promised you wouldn’t kill her”

“I only said I would kill her if those files were released. Nothing more. But since you’re all here, you broke the agreement first, Jaemin” my father stated, making my jaw clench. “You want to understand my pain? Then let me show you” my father then stabbed (y/n) in the back and immediately pulled the scalpel out, making her bleed even more blood

Immediately, I rushed upstairs and shoved my father away, catching (y/n) in my arms when suddenly my father shoved me again and started a fight with me

Thankfully, Jeno, Shotaro, and Jaehyun-hyung came and helped bring (y/n) away from the fight between my father and I. Though I was already trained in combat and my father had already age, he still managed to get me out of breath.

My father’s aims were sharp and strong which made me have to go into defence mode until I saw an opening and kicked him on the side of his ribs, which made him stumble backwards. Immediately, I took my chances and threw several more punches which hit and eventually, I managed to pin him on the ground, using my knee to pin his chest down, making it hard for him to breathe while my left arm was right on his neck, barely allowing my father to even speak.

“I think you should be by her side, doctor. Unless of course, you want to feel the exact pain that I felt” my father managed to choke out, tears somehow forming in my eyes

“Jaemin!! You have to operate on (y/n) right now. She already lost so much blood and while we’ve stopped it, it won’t last long” Taeyong-hyung stated as some of his reinforcements came and handled my father

“You should listen to your leader, doctor. Unless you want to relive the time when you couldn’t save someone” my father taunted and Taeyong-hyung covered him from my sight. “Go. I managed to bring a decent amount of tools for you to operate. The guys also managed to find the same blood type as her. I’ll deal with your dad” Taeyong-hyung mentioned, ushering me to quickly go

“Hyung. Thank you. And don’t kill my father. As shitty as what he did, I still stand my ground. I’m not going to kill him and no one is allowed to kill him. He’s still my father after all” I mentioned, looking back at Taeyong-hyung then seeing the other men take my father away

Rushing to the room that my members brought (y/n) in, I immediately put on a mask and gloves before getting to work. Though not all of my members know how the surgery procedure works, I’ve done operations on other people alone before.

I saw the monitor that checked all of (y/n)’s blood condition and they were all very low. First things first, I had to do the blood transfusion quickly before operating on the wound. After setting up the blood bag and putting the IV into (y/n)’s blood vessel, I told Shotaro to eye the blood bag and tell me when it was running low so I could give another blood bag.

As the blood transfusion was happening, I immediately got to work with the wound. I made sure that none of her vital organs were hit before actually stitching her up. I didn’t know how long I was stitching (y/n) while also giving her blood transfusion but at some point, the monitor suddenly beeping like crazy which made me worry.

“Jaem…her blood pressure is decreasing and so is her heart rate. Are there any other scars or wounds she has?” Jeno asked and I instantly scanned her entire body once again and the tab about her past conditions but nothing checked up; it was as if her body was giving up on its own

“Nothing, Jen. She has no wounds, no allergies, no sudden reaction. Her body, its slowly giving up. I’ve only heard several cases of patients whose consciousness just shut down their whole body. I, I didn’t think I would see it happen in front of me” I stuttered, my hands were now shaking

“Jaemin, I know this might sound crazy but you have to talk to her. She might be unconscious but her consciousness is alive and she could most probably hear you. You have to convince her to fight through it” Jaehyun-hyung mentioned and I was a shaking mess

Putting my tools down, I stood right beside (y/n). I grabbed one of her hands and leaned down by her ear. “Hey. I’m not sure if you can hear me but I just wanted to tell you that you shouldn’t give up. I know that we barely met but when you told me what happened to you, I felt that no one was ever able to understand you unlike I do. When you told me what my father did to your family, it made me feel obligated to take care of you. It might seem that I’m doing this to repay what my father did but honestly, I want to help you. You weren’t ever given the chance to enjoy your life” I held (y/n)’s hand with both of mine, squeezing it

“I know that I’ve told you this before but I want to say it again, I want to remind you if you feel that you want to give up. I was at that point as well. I was truly lucky to be able to have a leader and friends that helped me find a new purpose and that alone drove me to help others. You want to know what I want to be a surgeon? It’s not to only save people but I want to give them hope, to give them a second chance in their life when no one else would. I want to help them heal from their trauma just as I want to help you. So please, don’t give up just yet. Let me take care of you and give you the life you deserve. Let me be the one to heal your trauma just as my members healed mine” I rambled, hoping that whatever I said actually got to (y/n)’s consciousness

Somehow, as crazy as Jaehyun-hyung idea was, my voice somehow got through (y/n) and the monitor was suddenly stable once again. Letting out a sigh of relief, I looked at (y/n)’s calmer face and looked at Jaehyun-hyung and Jeno who both told me that I was good to continue.

Thankfully, throughout the rest of the operation, (y/n) was stable and I finished operating on her quicker than usual. Not long, we had some backup to help bring (y/n) and my father’s men back to our base.

Back at the base, everyone cleaned up but I immediately made sure that (y/n) was taken care of. I didn’t even care that I was still in my uniform and covered in dirt, scars, and blood. What matters most is that (y/n) was in a comfortable room, being treated and stable.

I even waited for Kun-hyung to confirm that (y/n) was indeed stable and that all she needed was some rest before actually being dragged out of the room and shoved into our shower room to shower by Jeno.

“You finally done?” Jeno asked as I got changed and dried my hair

“Yeah. You wouldn’t even let me leave until I actually freshen up” I grumbled, annoyed that Jeno and the others wouldn’t let me stay until (y/n) was awake

“Because you reek. You really think (y/n) would want to be next to you when you look and smell like blood, sweat, and tears?” Jeno sarcased

“How is she? Stable right?” I asked, putting my uniform to the dirty basket for laundry later

“Yeah. Kun-hyung actually mentioned that her fingers were moving a bit which means she’s going to wake up soon” Jeno mentioned as I hummed. “What are you going to do with your dad though? Taeyong-hyung practically chained him up and well, the usual. Taeyong-hyung didn’t hurt him too badly, if that’s what you’re worried” Jeno rambled

“Honestly, I’m not sure yet. I don’t want to kill him that’s for sure, I…” I replied when the door was flung open and Renjun came in panting. “She’s awake and Taeyong-hyung is with her”

Within seconds of Renjun coming to tell us that (y/n) was awake, I wasted no time in rushing to her room and seeing Taeyong-hyung beside her. “Relax. I’m not tormenting her, Jaemin. Excuse him, he sometimes look into things a bit too deeply” Taeyong-hyung mentioned and I heard a soft chuckle

When I walked to the side, I saw (y/n) sitting on the bed, her face looked brighter and fresher than hours ago. “Hey” I called out to her, offering a soft smile which she replied back

“I’ll leave you both alone now. Jaemin, when you’re done, my office, alright?” Taeyong-hyung mentioned before leaving me with (y/n) in the room

I pulled a chair and sat next to (y/n). “How are you? How are you feeling? Any parts of your body that hurt?” I asked and (y/n) softly shook her head

“I’m okay. Thank you” (y/n) stated, making me smile. “T-thank you, for saving me” (y/n) uttered out and I immediately took her hands in mine

“No, thank you, for staying strong. I’m not sure if you heard what I said to you when you were unconscious but I promise you that I’ll help you get back up. I’ll help you get the life you’ve wanted. Not because I feel obligated for what my father has done but because you deserve it and maybe because I can relate to you. Only if you allow me to help you, that is?” I rambled on and (y/n) held my hand tighter

“I’d like that. But I also want you to share your burden too” (y/n) uttered, making me smile wider, pressing my forehead onto hers. “As long as you let me take care of you and your trauma” I replied. For the first time, I felt calmer and more at peace since a long time.

NCT Prison - 12:18 am

Though I’ve been through these empty halls, I typically walk through them with my members to torment one of our prisoners. But this time, walking alone felt foreign. It reminded me of the day I left my home on my own. When there was no one to help me at all. But this time it was different. I wasn’t the same boy who ran away from his problems.

No. I decided I was finally going to put an end to it. By going in and facing the man who was both someone I used to look up to and someone that I despised.

“I’m amazed that you actually came. I thought you’d let your leader and other members do as they please with me” my father stated, locked within one of the cages of the prison

“I wouldn’t let them do that. Unlike you, father, who almost killed their own son, I would never let you get killed by my own members. As much as I despised you, you’re still my father. You said it yourself. I’m your son” I started out

“So then what? Are you going to torture me now? Your leader already has my files and most probably he’s going to release it tomorrow along with a statement that I’ve fallen and been captured. Then are you going to kill me by yourself? Is that why you’re not letting your members kill me?” my father questioned me

“I’m not going to kill you. Sure, my leader is going to open up and give a statement regarding his recent findings about you. But I told him that whatever he tells to the public will just be for the public because…I’ve already lost one parent. I don’t intend to lose another” I uttered, my father finally looking at me

“You might not be the best father but at some point, you raised me well. I know you love mom so much and you miss her just as I do but I know that mom would have never wanted us to be like this. She would have wanted both of us to be able to move on and live our lives. Not hating each other. Not chasing each other. We don’t even have to like each other or what we do but I know that mom would have wanted us to just try and get along. And that’s what I plan on doing” I ranted

“You can think that I’m weak or anything you want. But I hope that someday, you’ll be able to see me as your son who only wanted his dad. Not his father. I hope that you will be able to go back to the time when you were happy with mom but this time with me. And I hope that one day, you’ll admit your mistakes and apologise for what you’ve done. Not to me. I’ve gotten over that a long time ago. But to those who you’ve hurt and traumatised” I rambled on before slightly bowing to my father, about to leave but stopped upon hearing my father spoke

“You’re wrong, Jaemin. You’re not my son. You’re mine and your mother’s son. And whether you think that I was going to kill you that day. I wasn’t. Just like you, I was angry at what happened. And was pissed that you cowardly left me. But never did I ever think to kill you. Even now. I would have never killed the one person who reminded me of what your mother and I were like when we first fell for each other” my father finally spoke in a softer tone, making me turn to face him

“But you’re right. I was a shitty father when I should’ve been more of a dad to you. For that, I’m sorry. But I’m glad that you got more of your mother’s side. I’m glad that you grew up well. Your mom might hate me but I know for sure that she’s proud of the man you’ve become” my dad stated, actually smiling a bit which made me smile

“Thanks. I’ll um, talk to you again soon. I hope you do reflect on your mistakes. See you soon, dad” I uttered, leaving my dad, finally getting over the trauma that I’ve been holding onto for years

A/N: hopefully you guys enjoy this other long mafia fic of mine. I swear I will make a whole mini mafia series masterlist. After my 100th post which will be coming in December. I'm sorry that I've been slow on my stories and have only been posting like once a month but somehow, I ended up writing this mini mafia series which while fun, takes quite a while to write as I want them to somewhat interconnect with one another. Alright, before I go, I'm gonna give a mini sneak peek at my 100th post which will be another mafia series. Thank you all, have a great day and stay safe xoxo vinet

Sneak Peek for 100th Post

“Yo, John, doesn’t she look a bit too young to be working a a club?” Jaehyuna asked, looking over to a young girl wearing the waitress uniform, serving some drinks to old sweaty men

Johnny who was just trying to drink and enjoy his night eventually followed Jaehyun’s gaze and landed on the girl that Jaehyun was describing.

Sure, Johnny might’ve opened his own bar with Taeyong’s permission but that doesn’t mean that he allows just about anyone to work in his bar. And while he doesn’t deal with all the miscellaneous work in the bar, he surely memorises his staff and the girl Jaehyun pointed out was never in any parts of Johnny’s memory.

Instead of confronting the girl, Johnny immediately called another waiter to get the current manager and question the girl whom he learned was technically legal to work in a bar as she was 21+ and the manager mentioned that she was only a part-timer on the weekends since they needed more help.

Right when the manager was explaining to Johnny, he saw one of the old men put their hands on the girl’s bare thigh which scared the girl. Angered at the behaviour, Johnny stood up and stomped his way to the scene before the man could go any further.

“This is an exclusive bar and I make sure that all of my staff are always on their best service. But that doesn’t mean that you could just harass them like this” Johnny growled, gripping the older man’s arm tightly that the people nearby could hear a bone crack

“Especially when it’s an old man harassing a young girl” Johnny grunted, pushing the man that he fell off his chair; the other men around the table started to get up, about to put up a fight when Jaehyun came beside Johnny, shielding the girl

“I suggest you all sit your old sweaty asses down unless you want your old bones to be broken” Jaehyun taunted. “Or shall we call Taeyong? Because he’s the co-owner of this bar and I don’t think he would be pleased that his supposed business partners were in his bar, harassing a girl”

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A New Friend

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: You made a new friend, and you were so excited about it! But for some reason, your boyfriends don't approve of her (other than the four Harbingers), you beg for your boyfriends to give her a chance, but that ends up being your biggest mistake.

Note: So, this fanfic does have triggering content, and I highly recommend skipping out on this fanfic if angst isn't typically your cup of tea or if it triggers some bad memories for you. I apologize in advance if I end up using your name; I tried looking up German names and Emma happened to have popped up and I stuck with the name Emma for this fanfic (if your name is Emma, definitely change the new friend's name out with something else 🥲). To be honest, I (myself as the author of this fanfic) don't really consider this fanfic to be much of an angsty story, but there is triggering content. Definitely skip it out if any of these topics make you feel uncomfortable. To all of my new or returning readers, I post on AO3 as well, so if you have an AO3 and see a work similar to this, it's me (Aaliah_exo on AO3). I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Reader's new friend is a pick-me girl, nonconsensual touching, forced groping, physical assault, mentions of a breakup, blood, broken legs, injuries, violence in general.

Word Count: 10.6k

“Guys, guys, guys!” You burst into the abode, barreling towards your boyfriends, who were sitting on the couch in the living area while conversing with one another. Their conversation came to a halt when you flung yourself into Gorou’s arms with a big smile on your face. Dainsleif and Baizhu had to quickly steady both you and Gorou, or else the two of you would’ve toppled over to the floor.

“Oh, you’re in a good mood!” Dainsleif commented, reaching down to pinch your cheeks with a small smile on his face.

Baizhu smiles down at you while ruffling your hair playfully, “What’s got you in a good mood, huh?”

“I made a friend today….” You said softly against Gorou’s chest before burying your face into Gorou’s chest while giggling softly, tightening your grasp around Gorou’s waist.

“Can you repeat that for the others, sweetheart? I don’t think the others heard what you said.” Gorou smiles, tilting your face up to meet his gaze before cupping your face with both of his hands.

Childe frowns, “Why are you so cuddly with Gorou over there when you can be cuddly with me instead!” He crosses his arms over his chest with a sharp exhale, tapping his biceps with his index finger.

“Oh, relax, Childe! You tall men get [Y/N]’s attention all the time! It’s time for us short men to get [Y/N]’s love and attention as well!” Venti says, walking over to where you and Gorou stood. You released Gorou before clinging to Venti with a smile on your face.

Diluc clears his throat, “Care to repeat what you said to Gorou? Your voice was muffled against his chest when you answered Baizhu’s question.” Diluc says, looking at you curiously. You blinked at Diluc before pulling away from Venti, who pouted when you slowly let go of him. If only you continued to hold onto him for a little bit longer!

“I made a friend!” You said, bouncing on the balls of your feet, a big smile appearing on your face.

Xiao looks at you, baffled, “You made a friend?” He asks, gazing at you with wide eyes.

“Why is it hard to believe?!” You whined softly, walking over to Xiao before latching yourself to his side with a dramatic frown on your face. “Am I unlikeable or something?!” You ask, looking over at your boyfriends with puppy dog eyes.

“No, no, dearest! You’re a delightful person!” Zhongli says, patting the top of your head while sipping on his tea. “I believe that Xiao is surprised because you don’t seem to be the type to seek out friendships from strangers. You would rather have people approach you than you approach them.” Zhongli added, leaning over to place his teacup on the wooden table in the living room.

“What’s the name of your new friend?” Kaeya asks, uncrossing his legs before leaning forward in his seat, gazing at your curiously.

You replied, “Her name is Emma! I met her while I was in Mondstadt, and she seems like a really sweet person!”

“Oh? You made a female friend?” Thoma asks, his eyes widening in shock.

You frowned, “Hey! Why did you seem so shocked when I said her name? Do you want me to have male friends instead?” You crossed your arms before looking away from Thoma with a sigh.

“I would much rather have you be friends with women than men because what if your male friends end up developing feelings for you and try to steal you away from us?” Ayato asks, leaning in his seat next to Thoma.

“But have you thought about how women can also fall for [Y/N] too?” Aether asks, leaning on the cushion on his lap while brushing the ends of his blond braid.

Heizou hums to himself while stroking his chin, “You know, I have seen some women ogle [Y/N] while we were in Inazuma the other day! But who can blame them?”

You felt your face turn hot at Heizou’s comment. There are women who ogle you? Since when did that ever happen? Then again, you don’t really pay attention to your surroundings as much, and you can be pretty oblivious at times. Especially when people are trying to flirt with you; unless those people are your boyfriends, then they’ll make it known that they’re flirting with you. Even the shyest and the quietest men in the harem make it evident that they are trying to flirt with you.

“Great, first we have to fight the men that aren’t involved with [Y/N], and now it’s the women that we have to fight with?” Scaramouche rolls his eyes.

“Hey! As long as it’s not Kujou Tengu that’s flirting with [Y/N], then I’m good. If I see her getting a little bit too close and personal with my onikabuto booboo bear, then I will not hesitate to fight her!” Itto exclaims, clenching his fist in front of him dramatically.

“I see where you’re coming from, Itto,” Kazuha says, twirling a pen in his hands before placing his small notepad on the table beside him.

“Did this Emma girl approach you first, or did you approach her first?” Albedo asks, looking at you curiously.

“Oh! She approached me first, saying something about how she liked my aura?” You said with a questioning tone, your eyebrows furrowing with confusion while tilting your head to the side. You have no idea what Emma meant by that, but it sounded like a good thing to you! Right?

Ayato lets out a breathy laugh, “Well, this Emma girl sounds like an interesting person.” He crosses his right leg over his left leg before taking a sip of his milk tea.

“I have no idea what Emma meant when she mentioned your aura.” Aether grumbles, scratching the back of his head with his eyes narrowed.

You shrugged your shoulders, “Neither do I, but I went along with it anyway.” You said, walking over to the love seat before plopping down on it. “But either way, I made a new friend, and I’m pretty happy about it!” You chirped, resting your head on the floral cushion.

“When are we going to be meeting this new friend of yours?” Dainsleif asks, moving your legs from the couch before pulling you onto his lap. You wrap your arms around his shoulders before burying your face into the nook of his neck.

“Mmmm, I don’t really know!” You said, resting your head on his shoulders before looking over at your other boyfriends, who are now demanding for you to get into their arms and give them some affection as well. “As much as I’m happy about having a new friend, something feels a bit off.” You said, tapping on your chin.

Diluc gives you a questioning look, “Oh? You seemed so excited about making a new friend. Why are you suddenly doubting your newly formed friendship with Emma?” Diluc asks.

“It’s not that I’m doubting my newly formed friendship with Emma, ‘Luc.” You shake your head. “What I find odd is that she knew about my relationships, and I didn’t even mention any of you to her at all.” You said. When Emma had first approached you, she was pretty chipper and friendly to you. When she brought up your relationship with your boyfriends, you were a bit weirded out because how could she know about your relationships before even knowing other information about you? It was a little bit unsettling, but you brushed it off to the side as if it was nothing and continued to talk to her as if that didn’t happen at all.

“I mean, Emma did say something about liking your aura. She’s probably an astrologist like Mona.” Aether commented, shrugging his shoulders.

“But Emma didn’t have a vision, nor does she talk like she knew anything about astrology. She only mentioned my aura and then my relationships.” You reply.

Childe makes a noise, “Do astrologers need a vision to have the title or job as an astrologist? Quite frankly, I think astrology is nothing but a load of boar shit.” Childe snorts, the corners of his lips quirking up. Aether reaches over to Childe and whacks him upside of his head, causing the ginger-haired male to scowl and glare over at the blond.

“Maybe you need to get to know her more. After all, the two of you just started becoming friends. You two still don’t know much about each other.” Baizhu says, giving your shoulders a comforting pat and squeeze.

“Uh, I think Emma knows more about [Y/N] than what [Y/N] knows about Emma.” Venti pipes up.

You shook your head, “You know what? I should just be happy that I made a new friend! Plus, I want to get to know her more before I can introduce my new friend to my boyfriends!” You smile widely when you feel Dainsleif rub your head affectionately, causing you to snuggle up against him even more.

The next few days went by fast, and you were out of the abode more often to hang out with your new friend, Emma. Every time you would come back to the estate, you would talk about how great Emma was and how she was a lovely person! That gave the men hope that you’ll have a lifelong friend while residing in Teyvat, someone that would keep you company while they were out doing their duties in Liyue, Mondstadt, and Inazuma. Sometimes while you’re out with Emma, the men would set a meet-up location after your hang out with Emma. One day, while walking to the site where you and your boyfriends have planned to meet up after your little hang-out with Emma, Emma appeared out of nowhere.

“Oh! So these are your boyfriends!” Emma says, walking around the men in a big circle while inspecting them from head to toe. “Well, [Y/N]! You have quite the diverse taste in men, might I say.” Emma chuckles, shaking her head with a smile.

“Who might you be?” Xiao asks, raising his eyebrows at the brunette.

“Well, Xiao, my name’s Emma! I’m [Y/N]’s best friend!” Emma says, throwing her arms around your shoulders with a big smile on her face.

“Uh, how do you know his name?” Itto asks, looking at Emma with wide eyes. Emma shrugs her shoulders innocently before pulling away from the hug.

Emma brushes her hair off her shoulders, “I know every single one of your names. [Y/N] talks about all of you with every chance they get.” She playfully rolls her eyes before smacking your biceps. You jumped at the sudden contact and looked over at Emma with wide eyes, then back at your boyfriends, who seemed to be just as surprised as you were.

“My, my, [Y/N]. I didn’t think we’d be meeting your new friend so soon.” Kaeya says, looking at Emma owlishly before glancing over at you, his eyebrow raised slightly. Oh no, it seems like Kaeya doesn’t really approve of Emma. And by the looks on the other men’s faces, it seems like they didn’t really approve of her either, even though they were happy that you made a new friend. You laughed nervously before grabbing onto Emma’s wrist, pulling her over to where you stood.

“Emma, I didn’t know that you were following me to where I was going.” You said.

Emma shrugs her shoulders, “I was curious as to where you would disappear off to after our little hang out! Now I know where you run off to.” She chuckles to herself while shaking her head. The sound of her chuckle almost sounded bitter and condescending. “Oh, [Y/N], you little slut.” She laughs softly.

You looked at her in confusion, slowly glancing over at your boyfriends. “Uh….” You let out an awkward laugh, unsure of how to react to her comment.

“I’m joking, I’m joking!” Emma snorts, elbowing you in the gut with a lighthearted laugh. “I mean, if you want to date more than one man, then it’s all up to you! Not everyone is adventurous like yourself!” She says, looking over at you with a closed-eye smile.

Thoma crossed his arms over his stomach, “Listen, Emma, even though you’re [Y/N]’s friend, that doesn’t give you the green pass to call them names and make unnecessary comments.”

Emma rolls her eyes dramatically with an exasperated sigh, “Oh, come on! It was just a lighthearted joke made by a friend! It’s not like I’m some stranger with bad intentions!”

Heizou leans over to Aether before whispering into his ears, “I have doubts about that.”

“Right, [Y/N]?” Emma turns to you.

You blinked at Emma blankly, “Right about what?” You ask.

Emma rolls her eyes before turning to look at your boyfriends with a sweet smile, “[Y/N] and I have been friends for less than a month! We still need to get to know each other more, that’s all! I’m sure once [Y/N] and I are used to each other’s personalities and humor, we’ll be even closer with one another!” She loops her arm around yours.

“I mean, Emma’s not wrong. When you make new friends, you have to adjust to new things about that person, and they’ll have to get used to new things about you.” You said, scratching your neck. “I think.” You muttered under your breath.

“See! [Y/N] gets it! Plus, none of you have ever had a female friend before. We always joke with each other like this when we’re with our friends!” Emma chirps, bouncing on her feet happily. Seeing the way how Emma interacted with your boyfriends and how they interacted with Emma made you feel strange. It wasn’t like you were jealous; something just felt weird to you. You can kind of sense that some of your boyfriends did not like Emma while others were reluctant about Emma but have decided not to make a comment about it. Even though the first impression between Emma and your boyfriends started off rocky, you really hoped that they’d get along with each other, especially when you’ll be hanging around with Emma more often.

That night, you cling to one of your boyfriends (Baizhu) while begging the others to try to get along with Emma and to give her a chance. How are you going to be able to hang out with your new friend if your boyfriend didn’t like her and if she didn’t like the fact that you were dating more than one man?

“Please try to get along with Emma! She’s my first non-vision-wielding friend in Teyvat!” You said, clinging tightly onto Baizhu.

“Why should we get along with someone like Emma? She called you a slut just for dating more than one person.” Scaramouche rolls his eyes, helping Thoma put the washed and dried dishes away. You opened your mouth to retort, but you ended up closing your mouth while continuing to hold onto Baizhu. Scaramouche wasn’t wrong about that. Why did Emma call you a slut so quickly without a second thought? Even though having multiple boyfriends isn’t as common, it still shouldn’t be one of the reasons for her to get physical with you. She did elbow you in the gut “lightheartedly,” but it was like she did it on purpose without a reasonable explanation.

Gorou lets out a nervous laugh, “I don’t know [Y/N]. I have a bad feeling about Emma.” He scratches his ears anxiously.

“Yeah, she seems to be the envious type of person. You wouldn’t want to have haters in your life pretending to be your friend.” Itto says, throwing his arms around your shoulders after getting you to unlatch yourself from Baizhu.

“But….” You trailed off, unsure of what else to say.

“How about this, we’ll be nice to Emma, but we don’t want you to be around her too much. She doesn’t seem to be the best influence.” Kazhua says, stroking your hair with a small smile on his face.

“But how would you guys know that she doesn’t seem to be the best influence when you guys met her only once?” You ask, looking at Kazuha quizzically.

Albedo sighs, “Trust us. You wouldn’t want to be around someone like her. Even though we don’t know much about her, the things she has said to you and how she treated you so far says a lot already.”

“Oh? The little one made a new friend?” Pierro asks, strolling into the kitchen with the other harbingers following after him. “And it seems like you all don’t like [Y/N]’s little friend, mora for your thoughts?” Pierro crossed his arms over his chest while standing in front of you and the seventeen men.

Dottore chuckles to himself while shaking his head, “Oh, Pierro. Isn’t it obvious already? These childish men are just worried that [Y/N]’s little friend will snatch [Y/N] away from them.”

Pantalone lets out an amused huff of breath, “How childish of you seventeen to forbade [Y/N] from having a new friend just because it means that [Y/N] will be spending time away from the abode.” Pantalone adjusts the glasses on the bridge of his nose with a small smile. Pantalone turns to you, “Kitten, you can continue being friends with this Emma girl. After all, you are an adult and can make your own decisions. Don’t let these selfish men forbid you from making new friends.” He coos while stroking your hair with a smile on his face.

Capitano nods his head, “Yes, hang out with whoever you want to.”

You sighed, “I’m only asking for them to try to be nice to Emma. I know the way she acted was off, and so were the things that she said, but I just want my new friend and boyfriends to get along with each other.” You said softly.

The men ended up giving in because of how sad you looked and because they couldn’t resist saying no to you, especially when it came to making a new friend and wanting them to get along with that new friend of yours. As much as they don’t like Emma, they continued to let you go out and meet up with Emma, with a few exceptions. The more you hung out with Emma while the men watched from afar, the more you and Emma became close. The both of you were attached at the hip, pretty much.

“Hey, Xiao and Dainsleif are pretty cute,” Emma says to you one day, finishing up her ice cream before tossing the little cup into the trash bin.

“Yeah! They are! They’re also very sweet despite their tough exterior. I would say the same about almost half of the other guys too.” You said, wiping your lips with the paper napkin before tossing them into the trash can. You started to notice that Emma was a bit too…. Flirty when your boyfriends are around you two while hanging out. Emma would bat her eyelashes at them, be giggly while twirling her brown hair around her index finger, and would stand a little bit too close to your boyfriends.

“Xiao, Xiao, Xiao!” Emma says, running up to the Yaksha with a shy smile on her face. Xiao looks over at Emma with a blank look on his face before looking away from the brunette. Emma pouts when she sees Xiao’s uninterested expression. “Have you noticed how short I am compared to you?” She asks cutely, tilting her head to the side while swaying in her spot.

“I didn’t even notice because, quite frankly, I don’t care,” Xiao says bluntly.

Emma leans on him, her head resting on his shoulders, “Oh, Xiao! Don’t be mean to a cute, short girl like me! I’m only 4’10,” and you’re so much taller than me!” She says, grabbing onto Xiao’s biceps with both of her hands while pressing herself up against him. With a disgusted scoff, Xiao disappears into a puff of smoke, causing the girl to gasp and stumble onto Dainsleif’s lap.

“Oh! Dainsleif! Thank you for catching a cute, short girl like myself! I could’ve gotten badly injured if you hadn’t caught me in your arms!” She snakes her arms around his shoulders with a coquettish smile on her face. “How shall I repay you for catching someone as cute and small as myself?” She asks, batting her eyelashes at the blond man in front of her.

Dainsleif sighs, pushing the brunette off of his lap before getting up from his seat, “There’s no need for repaying. Although I would much appreciate it if you didn’t stay on my lap for a long time, I have a lover, after all.”

Emma pouts dramatically before storming off. You looked towards the direction of where Emma had stormed off before looking back at your boyfriends, who were looking at you with an unamused look on their faces. They did not look too pleased, especially Xiao and Dainsleif, the two of them had their arms over their chests.

“You’re okay with someone else touching your boyfriends while flirting with your boyfriends so shamelessly?” Diluc asks, tilting his head to the side with his eyebrows raised.

“I’m not! It’s just that… I don’t want to make her upset.” You said, fumbling with your hands while looking at the ground.

Childe scoffs loudly before walking over to where you stood. He towers over you and grabs you by your shoulders before shaking you while saying, “Why are you worried about her getting upset? You’re the one that should be getting upset because a stranger is flirting and touching your boyfriends while fully aware that they’re dating you!”

“I know you try not to let your jealousy show, but how would you feel if we flirted with Emma and treated her like a significant other?” Kaeya asks, raising his eyebrows at you.

You frowned and looked away from Kaeya and the others. Obviously, you wouldn’t like it if your boyfriends flirted with Emma or treated her like she’s their girlfriend while dating you. Why are you letting Emma do all of these things to your boyfriends? It was evident that she makes them feel uncomfortable, so why are you allowing someone to make your boyfriends feel uncomfortable?

“Okay, okay, I’ll talk to her about it when I see her again.” You sighed. “Well, if I see her again.” You added.

You couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming amount of guilt weighing on your shoulders. Emma made them feel uncomfortable, and yet you didn’t step in to say anything. As much as you wanted to do that, something was telling you not to do it because you feared the repercussions. But why should you be afraid of someone like Emma? She’s still a stranger to you and your boyfriends; it shouldn’t be that hard to cut someone, like Emma, out of your life. A few days later, when you told Emma about the situation and how you didn’t like how she got so close with your boyfriends and flirted with them, Emma got frustrated and lashed out at you.

“I wasn’t flirting with them! I was being nice to them!” Emma exclaims, throwing her hands in the air out of frustration. “Why do you care anyway?! You don’t like it when your boyfriends talk to someone that isn’t you or within your dating circle!?” Emma demands, glaring down at you.

“No, Emma, I don’t like it at all! Of course, I’m going to care! You’re shamelessly getting touchy and flirty with my boyfriends in front of my eyes! They’re my boyfriends, and if I see you, or anyone that isn’t me, flirting with them or touching them in any way, I will not hesitate to snap both of your arms.” You said, gritting your teeth.

“That’s not going to stop me at all.” Emma hissed, smirking down at you before walking off.

You clenched your jaws before storming back to the abode. You stood in front of the mansion entrance and let out a slow exhale. Maybe it’s safe to say that your friendship with Emma had ended and that you wouldn’t have to deal with someone like Emma ever again. You walked into the abode and greeted your boyfriends with a weak smile. Thoma held his arms out wide open, and you headed straight into his arms, wrapping your arms around his waist. Thoma hugs you tightly and rubs your back while pressing a kiss on your head.

“I don’t know what happened between you and Emma, but I can sense that you needed a hug.” Thoma whispers, resting his cheek on your head.

“Well, your senses are correct, Thoma.” You hummed, burying your face into Thoma’s chest.

The strange thing was that Emma ended up apologizing to you about it not long after while you were in Mondstadt buying groceries. While you sort of appreciated that she had apologized, you knew that she wasn’t actually apologetic about her actions. And you were correct because she ended up doing the exact same thing to your other boyfriends.

She intentionally spilled her scorching hot tea on her chest, Zhongli got up to hand her a napkin, but she grabbed Zhongli’s hand and forced him to touch her breasts. Zhongli immediately yanked his hands from her grasp before shooting a sharp glare in her direction before leaving without saying a word. Ayato shakes his head in disapproval before getting up to follow after Zhongli.

Emma pulled on Itto’s horns and Gorou’s tail to see if they were real while making inappropriate comments about them, causing Itto and Gorou to almost lash out at the brunette. Itto is typically a calm guy, but seeing how Emma has upset many of the other men, he was about to throw Ushi at Emma. Not only did Emma flirt and touch your boyfriends, but she also broke some of their things. She broke Venti’s lyre, and it greatly upset the anemo archon, causing him to storm out of the abode while Zhongli, Dainsleif, Xiao, and Diluc had to follow after him to make sure he was okay.

Emma got into Albedo’s lab and destroyed many of Albedo’s experiments and glass vials that contained his latest experiment. Emma’s excuse was that she was “just a cute girl who was curious about the questionable substances in the lab.” You have never seen Albedo glare at anyone with such hatred before, and it scared you. As usual, Emma did not care at all and continued her merry way to harass your other boyfriends. The only people that Emma had yet to mess with were the four Harbingers, who resided in their own mansion within the abode. The four men did not want to meet Emma, but they did feel delighted when they heard the chaos she was causing among the other men.

Scaramouche ended up pulling you to the side after Emma had left before asking, “Did you not talk to her about what we had talked about the other day?” Scaramouche frowns at you.

“I did! She lashed out at me when I talked to her about it, but then “apologized” to me about lashing out along many other things!” You said, letting out a huff of breath.

“You annoying friend lashed out at you?” Ayato asks, walking towards where you and Scaramouche stood with the others following after him.

Baizhu sighs, “That’s not a good sign at all.” He shakes his head, looking at you worriedly.

“We know that you were excited about having a new friend, but you do realize that the things that she’s doing could potentially end the relationship entirely,” Heizou says.

“I believe that it’s best you don’t hang out with Emma anymore. She has caused nothing but harm towards our relationship with you.” Zhongli says.

“But she’s….” You swallowed the lump in your throat before slowly nodding your head. Zhongli was right; it’s best that you stopped hanging out with Emma. You gave her a chance, but she decided to fuck it all up. Then again, she did tell you that she didn’t care and that your threat wasn’t going to stop her at all. “You’re right, I will stop contacting her, and I won’t hang out with her anymore.” You nod your head.

Albedo strokes your hair with a sad smile, “We know you were excited about having a new friend, but Emma isn’t the kind of friend that you need in your life.”

“Well, I was excited about having a new friend. But she’s done nothing but cause everyone pain and discomfort.” You said, your shoulders slumping before rubbing your face tiredly. This wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t let Emma into your life so quickly.

“I don’t think anyone deserves a friend like Emma. She will do nothing but try to destroy your relationships with those around you.” Kazuha commented, his eyebrows narrowing while massaging his aching temples.

“I didn’t like how she pulled on my ears and on Itto’s horns. Emma has issues with keeping her hands to herself.” Gorou says, covering his ears with a frown on his face.

“Itto, Gorou, I’m so so so so sorry that I couldn’t get her to stop. I told her that if she did anything like that ever again, I would’ve snapped her arms, but she didn’t care at all.” You said.

Itto gives you a soft smile before pulling you into his arms while ruffling your hair, “It’s not like you can control other people’s actions. You’ve tried your best to tell Emma not to do certain things, but she disregarded your warnings.” Itto says, kissing the top of your head.

You turn over to where Venti stood before walking over to him, “Venti?” You said softly.

The bard looks up and gives you a small smile, “Yes, Windblume?” You gave Venti a sad smile and slowly reached out to grab his hands. Venti laced his fingers with yours before lifting your hand up and pressing a kiss on your knuckles.

“I’m sorry that Emma broke your lyre. I wish I could’ve stopped her before she could do it.” You let your hands fall from Venti’s grasp.

“It’s fine! It’s not like I’ve never fixed a broken lyre before!” Venti says, pulling you into his arms.

You pulled away from Venti’s hug before looking at him quizzically, “But wasn’t it an illusion to fool Barbara?”

“Oh shit, how’d you know about that?” Venti’s eyes widened. You looked at Venti in shock before bursting out into laughter. You covered your mouth and buried your face into Venti’s shoulders, your body shaking with laughter.

“Did he just….” Aether trails off, looking over at Albedo and Heizou with wide eyes. Albedo and Heizou stifled their laughter and nodded their heads.

Dottore nudges the other Harbingers around him before saying, “Who knew the anemo archon has such a potty mouth on him.” Dottore snorted, shaking his head.

You ended up cutting Emma out of your life after many incidents, and needless to say, she was not happy about it at all. Whenever you’re somewhere in Mondstadt, by yourself, Emma will appear out of nowhere. Instead of greeting you like an average person (when is she ever normal?), Emma would threaten you for cutting her out of your life. Even though you’ve tried to do many things not to run into her while visiting Mondstadt, she somehow knows where you will be.

“Why did you stop hanging out with me, huh? Are you scared that I would steal your little boy toys?” Emma seethes, digging her nails into your biceps while dragging you out of the city of Mondstadt.

“I….” You yank your arms out of her grasp, wincing when you feel her nails slice your skin. “.... Am cutting you out of my life because you’re not a good friend at all! You did nothing but inflict pain on my boyfriends and me! Especially my boyfriends!” You glared at the brunette in front of you before rubbing your arms.

Emma chortles, “Inflicting pain on your boyfriends? Honey, I’m just showing them what they’re missing and what they could have if they were to drop you for me.” She flicks her hair off her shoulders with a smirk on her face.

“I would call you a homewrecker, but you barely wrecked anything.” You chuckled bitterly. “You’re nothing but a try-hard and a pick-me girl.” You shook your head before walking away from where Emma stood. Emma fumes at your comment before running after you. Emma reaches out to grab onto your hair and yanks you backward, causing you to tumble back and fall to the ground.

“You’re going to regret saying these things to me, you fucking whore.” Emma scowls, pulling your head back by your hair before punching you in the face.

This went on for the next few weeks: Emma harassing you, Emma taking her anger out on you because you told her to stay the fuck away from your boyfriends and because you have tried to cut her out of your life. Emma was pretty much your “stalker” now, except she would follow you everywhere you go in Mondstadt, but she wouldn’t dare to step foot in Liyue or Inazuma because of “reasons” she did not want to say. Yes, you could’ve hung out in other regions other than Mondstadt to escape Emma’s wrath, but with Emma constantly threatening you, you couldn’t do it. And you didn’t know how to say no unless many people convinced you to do so. You were terrified of saying no because of the things she had done.

The more you were forced to hang out with Emma, the more you came back to the abode with bruises and cuts on your body. You hid them from your boyfriends by wearing layers of clothing and a light amount of makeup. Heck, you don’t have many skills in makeup, but with the number of cuts and bruises Emma was putting on your face, you had to learn how to cover them up somehow other than wearing a mask.

“I’m done hanging out with you, Emma. I’m done. I just want to go home and rest from all the shit you’ve done to me.” You said, limping away from Emma.

“Awww! But I thought you were going to snap my arms as you said!” Emma mocks, walking up from behind you before kicking you in the back. You stumbled and landed on your left arm, a sharp pain shooting up from your wrist to your elbows.

“I don’t have time for your bullshit, Emma. Unlike you, I have people waiting for me to return home.” You spat, getting up from the ground before dusting your clothes off. You turn to Emma and spat in her face before walking away. Emma growls and wipes your spit from her face while watching you walk away from where she stood.

What you were hoping to expect when you got home from your little “hang out” with Emma was a bunch of hugs and comfort, but what you got was the complete opposite of that. The minute you opened the door of the mansion and stepped inside, a large bucket of water came crashing down on you, soaking you from head to toe in freezing water, and the bucket also hit your head really hard. You almost blacked out from how hard the bucket had dropped on your head.

“Dear, archons!” Thoma gasps loudly when he sees the large metal bucket dropped on your head with full force, almost knocking you unconscious.

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?!” Baizhu rushes up to you and steadies you while you sway in your spot, black dots spotting your vision. You held onto Baizhu tightly and buried your face into his chest, trying to block out the immense pain you were feeling at the moment.

“Man, it seems like Bennett’s luck is rubbing off on me, and I haven’t even met the kid yet.” You think to yourself, biting back your whimpers.

“Alright, who set this bucket up?” Diluc demanded, looking around the estate at each person with a heated glare.

Itto laughs nervously, “I did, but it wasn’t for [Y/N]! It was for Childe!” Itto exclaims.

Childe lets out a humorless laugh, “Wow, Itto! Not only are you bad at pranking me, but you’re also bad at ensuring that the bucket doesn’t injure the person you’re pranking!” Childe says, walking into the living area while shaking his head in disapproval.

“The bucket hit their head pretty hard; we need to make sure they didn’t get any concussion,” Albedo says, rushing up to where you and Baizhu stood.

Heizou pats your cheeks lightly, “Sweetheart, can you look up for us, please?” You groaned softly, head falling forward against Baizhu’s chest.

“I know the bucket hit their head hard, but how hard, though? The bang was so loud that I was afraid that it would’ve knocked [Y/N] unconscious.” Aether commented.

Baizhu lifts you up and carries you over to the couch, and lays you down before lightly patting your cheeks to keep you awake. You cracked your eyes open and winced when the light in the living room flashed in your eyes.

“The bucket must have hit [Y/N]’s head pretty hard with how they’re reacting,” Ayato murmurs, brushing your wet hair away from your face.

Ayato’s hands froze before he slowly looked up at the others in the room; his face was almost as white as his suit. Gorou furrows his eyebrows before reaching up to your face and wiping at the foundation that was slowly dripping off your face. The more Gorou wipes the foundation away from your face, the more cuts and bruises are revealed. Scaramouche furrows his eyebrows before gently grabbing your arms and pulling the sleeve of your shirt up, revealing claw marks, more cuts, and more bruises decorating your arms. Some bruises looked new, while the others still looked new but were fading away compared to the others. Scaramouche’s actions resulted in Xiao coming up and pulling up other parts of your clothes to reveal more and more injuries that you had sustained.

“[Y/N].... who did this to you!?” Gorou whispers, a lump forming in his throat as tears begin to blur his vision. Gorou had never seen you in this state before; in fact, none of the men had seen you covered in cuts and bruises before. This was the first time they’ve seen you this injured. Everyone couldn’t help but feel very angry and deeply upset. They were mad at whoever inflicted harm on you and deeply upset that you had gone to the extent of hiding your cuts and bruises from them.

“Emma.” Scaramouche and Xiao growl, both their eyes glowing with anger.

Kaeya kneels beside the couch and strokes your hair gently, “Keep your eyes open, sweet thing. We wouldn’t want you to lose your consciousness now, do we?” He tries to joke, his smile faltering as he takes in the sight of you in front of him.

“Everything hurts.” You whisper, cracking your eyes open.

Kazuha grabs onto your hand and gently squeezes them, “Tell us who did it. Tell us who boldly put their hands on you, and we will deal with them for you.” Kazuha says, mentally praying to whichever archon was listening to his prayers that it wasn’t who he was suspecting.

You winced when you turned your head towards Kazuha’s direction before croaking out, “But if I tell you all who did it, all of you will hurt them.”

Dainsleif lets out an infuriated sigh before running his hands through his blond hair, “Why are you trying to protect this person, [Y/N]? This person injured you and could have killed you if they wanted to!” Dainsleif clenches his jaws.

You forced yourself up on the couch with a pained grunt, “I don’t want to say who it is because I want to beat their ass first.” You said, pouting at Dainsleif tiredly. Kaeya snorts while wiping the water away from your face with a cloth napkin while Baizhu and Albedo check up on your head and other bodily injuries that were inflicted upon you.

Zhongli sits down in front of you with a weak sigh, “Dearest, why did you continue to hang out with Emma even though you had told us that you weren’t going to see her again?”

You pursed your lips before responding, “I didn’t want to continue to hang out with her. She wouldn’t let me cut her off, and she threatened me.” You said, flinching away from the light that Albedo was shining into your eyes to check on your pupils.

“Thankfully, [Y/N] doesn’t have a concussion. That’s good.” Albedo hums softly, lightly massaging your head with his fingers. You closed your eyes and leaned into Albedo’s touch, wanting to do nothing else but sleep and let your body rest.

Baizhu gets up from his spot before dusting his clothes off, “Even if [Y/N] doesn’t have any concussion, they will still need to take medication for their headache and body aches.” He turns around and walks to the kitchen to search for pain medication for you to take in the meantime.

Capitano stood in front of you with his arms crossed over his chest, “You know that we know that your injuries are all Emma’s doing, correct?” Capitano asks. You could tell that Capitano raised his eyebrows at you underneath his helmet as he tapped on his biceps with his fingers.

You looked away from Capitano while grumbling, “I’m sure it’s obvious that it was only Emma that did this to me.”

Pantalone sighs loudly, “I was delighted that my precious kitten made a new friend, but that friend was no good.” He laments, walking over to where you sat before lifting you off the couch. Pantalone sits on the couch before placing you on his lap, cradling you in his arms while pressing a kiss on the side of your head. You winced and rested your head on his shoulders, feeling yourself becoming drowsy.

“Oh, please. If it weren’t for you, [Y/N] wouldn’t have gotten injured by their new friend.” Diluc rolls his eyes with disgust, tempted to yank you from Pantalone’s arms. If it weren’t for those four Harbingers encouraging you to become friends with someone like Emma, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt, nor would they have to deal with Emma’s atrocious behavior.

Itto nods his head rapidly before pointing an accusing finger at the four Harbingers in front of him, “Yeah! If you four hadn’t encouraged [Y/N] to be friends with that demon, [Y/N] wouldn’t have gotten injured!”

Pierro shoots a heated glare in Itto’s direction, saying, “And if it weren’t for that childish prank you were trying to pull on Tartaglia, the metal bucket wouldn’t have hit [Y/N]’s head.” Itto glowers and glares back at the first Harbinger in front of him, his hands clenching into tight fists.

“How about Zhongli and I take you to your room!” Venti suggested as he walked over to where you and Pantalone sat before tugging you out from Pantalone’s lap with the help of Zhongli.

You leaned against Venti, both your arms wrapped around their waists as the two of them propped you up before guiding you up to your bedroom, away from the tension that was gradually getting worse.

“Doctor Baizhu will be bringing the medication up to your bedroom in a moment. You need to rest and let your injuries heal.” Zhongli murmurs into your ears.

“I still need to change out of my wet clothes and maybe take a shower or something.” You said, letting yourself flop on your bed.

Childe pops his head into your bedroom with a smile on his face, “I can help you change your clothes if you need some assistance, snookums.”

Zhongli lets out a disgruntled grunt, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Childe, now is not the time to make such comments.”

Childe lets out a scoff of disbelief, “What? I was only offering my assistance to help [Y/N] change into clean and dried clothes! There’s no innuendos or anything!” He grumbles, glaring over at the former archon.

You rolled over on your bed, and a strained groan gets caught in your throat before you interject, “Please don’t argue right now. I’m starting to get a headache.” You said, your face pinching up from the pounding headache you are currently experiencing.

“Come on, let’s get you changed into new clothes,” Thoma says, nudging you lightly. You cracked your eyes open, only to see the other men piling into your bedroom.

You grumbled, “Wow, you all showed up in my bedroom to watch me change? Perverts.” You snorted to yourself, earning chuckles from your boyfriends while Aether and Heizou helped you sit up on your bed as Ayato walked over to you with your change of clothes in his hands.

Aether speaks up, “So! When are you going to beat Emma’s ass?” Looking away as Thoma and Ayato helped you change out of your drenched clothes.

“Seriously, when are you going to do that? The longer you put it off, the more it’ll make us want to do it for you instead.” Heizou says, tilting his head to the side while looking elsewhere, trying to keep himself distracted.

You let out a long sigh before responding, “Soon, I hope.” You take your shirt off and toss it over to your laundry basket. You hear choked gasps coming from your boyfriends and a small chorus of “oh dear archons!” from a few of them. You blinked at them before looking down at your body and examining every inch of your skin. Cuts and bruises littered your torso and back, along with your bare legs. It was like Emma had used you as a punching bag to let all of her anger out on you. Well, she technically did unleash her anger out on you by physically assaulting you.

“Be honest with us; how long have you been hiding these injuries from everyone?” Ayato asks while he gently grabs you by your shoulders before rotating you around to examine every inch of your exposed skin.

Gorou shakes his head, “Looking at these cuts and bruises, it looks like [Y/N] has been enduring Emma’s abuse for quite a while.” Gorou reaches forward, letting his fingers trace the bruised skin of your back.

Scaramouche claps his hands, “I have come to the conclusion that you will not be beating Emma’s ass. I will be doing it myself.” Scaramouche stated.

You shook your head, “I would rather be the one to get into trouble than all of you.” You said while slipping on a new shirt and shorts and fixing your hair after. “Plus, she touched my boyfriends and flirted with my boyfriends. Therefore, I should be the one beating her ass, not you guys.” You added. Baizhu walks over to your bed with a glass cup of water and painkillers in his hands; you grabbed the painkillers from Baizhu’s hands and popped them into your mouth before taking the cup of water from his grasp and downing the water.

“Oh? You don’t like it when people touch or flirt with us?” Kazuha teases you, sitting down beside you with a smile on his face.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, “I told Emma that if she were to pull that stunt again, I would snap both of her arms. It’s a promise and a threat.” You said, placing the glass cup of water on your nightstand.

Kaeya chuckled and knelt on your bed before grabbing you by your chin to tilt your head up, gazing into your eyes, “My, my, that is the most attractive thing you’ve ever said.” Xiao grumbles and slowly removes Kaeya’s hands from your face, making sure that he didn’t do it roughly, fearing that he might hurt you.

“I didn’t like how close she got to me and how she kept mentioning how short she is compared to me. I think she was mocking me.” Xiao grumbles. You cracked a smile and gestured for him to come forward; Xiao walked over to you and stood beside your bed. You slowly reached up and wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face into his torso.

“You’re too cute, Xiao.” Your voice muffled against his stomach. “I didn’t like how Emma got close and touchy with any of you,” You release Xiao, laying down on your bed.

“She wasn’t just touchy and flirty,” Dainsleif added.

“I promise, I will snap both of her arms for all of you and for the things that she has done to me.” You said, hugging a Seelie plush that was gifted to you from Venti. “What she did was unacceptable, and yet I tried not to get off on the wrong foot with her.” You smacked yourself in the forehead.

“Don’t hurt yourself!” Gorou panics, rushing over to you before checking on your forehead, lightly massaging it.

“I asked you all to give her a chance, I tried being nice to her and have you all get along, and this was the outcome.” You said, hugging the plush tightly against your chest. “I deserved all of those beatings from Emma because it’s my karma for letting an awful person into my life and stay for some time.” A rueful smile tugged at the corners of your lips. Now that you think of it, the things that Emma has done to you were justified. After all, you did let her stay in your life despite her mistreating your boyfriends, flirting with them, and making them uncomfortable. You deserved every cut and bruise that she has left on your body.

Xiao growls, “It’s not your fault! Stop blaming yourself!” You ignored Xiao’s response.

Kazuha frowns, “Don’t blame yourself, dove. You were trying to see the best in others; it’s not your fault that you were trying to give her a chance to redeem herself.”

Kaeya lays on your bed and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you to his chest while resting his chin on your head. “Besides, I think it’d be a nice sight to see you beat someone to a pulp.” A teasing smile appears on his face before he presses a kiss on your cheeks.

“Oh, I will definitely beat Emma to a bloody pulp.” You deadpanned, snuggling up against Kaeya with a pout on your face. “I hate her for touching my boyfriends, shamelessly flirting with my boyfriends, breaking their things, forcing them to do things they didn’t intend on doing, and many more.” You grumbled.

The men can see the steam coming from your ears while you ranted under your breath about the things Emma had done to you and them. The more you grumbled about Emma; the more steam continued to come out of your ears from anger. You let out an angry sigh and shoved your face into Kaeya’s chest, catching him off guard. Kaeya laughs and kisses the top of your head while lightly scratching your head, his fingers lacing into your hair while doing so.

Pierro hums, “I believe that it’s best we let [Y/N] rest. After all, they have been through so much and will need some time to recuperate.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

Pantalone hums thoughtfully, his head tilts to the side, “What if I want my adorable kitten to snuggle up against me while they’re sleeping?” A tiny pout forms on his lips as he watches you press yourself up against Kaeya while on the verge of falling asleep.

Diluc huffs, “Well, too bad because they’re currently snuggling with someone else right now. It’s best to leave them alone and let them rest.”

The corners of Pantalone’s lips quirked up, he licked his lips and shook his head while debating on retorting or not, but he chose not to say anything. Maybe one day he’ll snatch you up for himself and be selfish for once, but for now, today won’t be that day. After not hearing a single response from Pantalone, a slight smirk appeared on Diluc’s face.

For the next few days, the men did not let you leave your bedroom because they wanted you to rest, and they wanted your wounds to heal. And, of course, since you’re not from Teyvat or their universe, it took a bit for you to properly heal with the amount of medication you were given for the wounds and with the help of the healers throughout Teyvat. You were pampered by your boyfriends, even though you told them there was no need for them to spoil you. Your comment went in one ear and out the other for them, and your boyfriends gladly spoiled you with attention and affection. As much as you loved the attention from your boyfriends, you wanted them to give you some space and privacy— mainly because you wanted to track Emma down and return the favor from all the things she has done to you and your boyfriends.

Everything suddenly became a blur to you, and you had felt nothing but fury for the last few weeks now (maybe even a month. It’s a bit hard for you to narrow down the date in Teyvat when you hardly kept track of it) all because of Emma and the things that she has done. You didn’t remember leaving the abode; you didn’t remember arriving at Mondstadt, and you certainly did not remember grabbing Emma by her ponytail and pulling her to a secluded area of Mondstadt.

“Oh, it looks like you’re healing nicely!” Emma commented, her eyes scanning your body from head to toe. “Did you come back for more?” She smirks at you, her head tilting to the side while she waits for you to answer her.

“No, not really. But I did come back to return the favor.” You said, giving her a fake smile while your hands were clenched into tight fists. “Although I am trying to be a reasonable person. So I will not inflict any harm on you if you apologize for your past actions and promise never to do it again.” You said, crossing your arms over your stomach.

Emma lets out an audible snort, “Me? Apologize? For what exactly?” Emma inquires, cocking an eyebrow at you with a look of amusement on her face. “Listen, I believe that I did nothing wrong at all, and if you have a problem with that, you can go cry and bitch elsewhere.” Emma lets out a sassy huff, her arms over her chest, before turning around with her back facing your direction. You smirked and tapped her shoulders; Emma hummed, her eyebrows raised before she slowly looked in your direction.

She rolls her eyes before letting out a disgusted scoff, “What do you want, you annoying little—” You cut Emma off by punching her in the mouth, causing her to gasp and stumble back. She had her hand over her mouth. Her eyes were red with anger. She smacks her lips together before scowling at you, her gums and lips bleeding. “You little bitch!” Emma lunges at you and tackles you to the ground, the two of you rolling down a steep hill.

The men were all having lunch in the dining room when Venti barges into the dining room, panting and trying to catch his breath. Everyone looked at Venti quizzically, waiting for Venti to catch his breath before questioning why he suddenly burst into the dining room like that.

“Barbatos, care to explain what’s got you in a hurry?” Zhongli asks, sipping on his afternoon tea with Ayato and Dainsleif by his side.

“It’s [Y/N].” Venti chokes out. Before Venti could add to what he had said, everyone got up from their seats and rushed to the entrance of the abode without a second thought.

Venti lets out a defeated sigh, “Great, more running.”

It was a bit complicated to track you down at first, but the sounds of screaming and profanities being thrown around guided the men to where they are now. They all come to a halt when they see you on top of Emma, with a handful of her brown hair in your left hand while you were punching Emma in the face, on the head, and in the throat repeatedly. Emma was thrashing beneath you, trying to get you off of her, but you had her pinned to the dirt ground.

“Why are you crying now, huh!?” You screamed, your knuckles shining each time you raised your fist in the air. You were wearing platinum rings on your fingers. Emma screeches and tosses you off; you land beside her before immediately getting up from the ground.

Emma’s eyes land on the men behind you before pointing at you, “Look what your stupid lover did to me! I did nothing to them, and they decided to attack a cute, short, innocent girl like me!” She screeches, crocodile tears rolling down her bruised and bloodied cheeks.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I don’t see anything,” Aether says, looking away from Emma with his nose pointing in the air.

Heizou looks at the other men, “Was that the sound of a dying boar in the distance?”

You let out a burst of loud laughter; your head was thrown back, your body shaking with laughter. You look at Emma with a smile on your face. You slowly walked towards Emma, cracking your knuckles and your neck.

“Oh, Emma, Emma. I’m not done with you just yet.” You cooed, caressing her face in your hands, a big smile slowly forming on your face. Emma looks at you in disgust and slaps your hands away from her face. “If you think you can get away from me so easily, then it looks like I’ll have to snap both of your legs to prevent you from running.” You whisper.

Emma growls and punches you in the nose; blood immediately starts spraying down your nose. You glared at her and threw a punch right back at her. You tackled Emma to the ground and continued where you had left off.

“Should we stop [Y/N]?” Dainsleif asks.

“I’ll be getting the first aid ready for [Y/N]’s injuries,” Baizhu says, running back to the abode.

Thoma chuckles, “From what I’m seeing so far, it’s Emma that’ll be needing the first aid, not [Y/N].”

Albedo blinks at Thoma, “That’s someone else’s problem. We’ll only administer first aid on [Y/N].” Albedo states, crossing his arms.

Kazuha opens his mouth to say something, but the loud snapping sound cuts him off. The men went silent when Emma let out a blood-curdling scream that was almost deafening.

“My legs! My legs!” Emma screams. “You broke my fucking legs!” Emma sobs, trying to reach behind her to swipe at you, but you pinned her arms down and sat on her back with a dark chuckle.

“I did say that if you, or anyone that isn’t me, flirt with my boyfriends and touch my boyfriends, I wouldn’t hesitate to snap your arms.” You said, hitting her in the head. “But since you were trying to run away from the consequences, I had to break those cute, short legs of yours to stop you from running.” You squealed, reaching down to pinch her cheeks with your bloodied hands.

“Holy fuck.” Childe whispers, covering the lower part of his face.

Ayato’s eyes widen, and his eyebrows shot to his hairline at Childe’s reaction. “Are you blushing?!” Ayato hissed at Childe.

Thoma made the mistake of looking down, his eyes almost as wide as saucers before covering his face. There’s no way Childe is like this right now while you’re beating someone to a pulp and snapping their legs like twigs.

“Childe, are you serious right now!?” Thoma hissed at Childe.

“I can’t help it! [Y/N] is so hot!” Childe whispers loudly to the men around him, covering his red face with both of his hands.

Scaramouche made a disgusted face at Childe before pointing his finger at the ginger-haired male, “Why the fuck do you have a boner!? You horny motherfucker!” Scaramouche punches Childe in the gut. Childe grunts and punches Scaramouche back.

“Listen, [Y/N] beating the shit out of something is very attractive, so I don’t blame him!” Itto says. Just when you were about to land another punch on Emma’s face with your ring-clad fingers, Capitano and Dottore walked over to you and grabbed you by your biceps before lifting you off of Emma.

“As much as we would love to see you beat Emma into a bloody pulp, I think that’s enough,” Capitano says gruffly, escorting you to where the other men stood.

Dottore snorts, smirking widely, “As if she wasn’t a bloody pulp already.” Dottore pats you on your head. You grumbled and wiped Emma’s blood off your face with your already bloodied hands, smearing more blood on your cheeks.

Kazuha runs up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, “You’re not injured anywhere, are you?” He eyes you worriedly, his eyes scanning you from head to toe. You gave Kazuha a small smile and shook your head.

“Other than a bloody nose and some scratches here and there, I’m fine.” You said.

Dottore points down at your bloodied clothes, “Is that all Emma’s blood?” You smiled widely and nodded your head happily.

“That is correct! It’s all her blood.” You raised your arm and wiped the blood from your nose and scrunched your face when you felt dull throbbing pain from your nose.

Childe jogs up to you and grabs you by your shoulders, “Marry me, marry me right now. We can live off on a farm somewhere in Snezhnaya and have fourteen kids. Just you and me.” He knelt to the ground in front of you, holding onto your hands firmly.

“Uh, get in line, buddy! We all want to marry [Y/N].” Itto interjects, pulling Childe away from you.

Scaramouche whispers loudly, “You also have a little problem to fix.”

Childe glares at Scaramouche, “A little!? I’ll have you know. I’m huge, okay?! [Y/N] can vouch for me.”

Aether and Heizou shook their heads, “We did not need to know that.” Aether says, making a face at Childe.

Zhongli sighs, “Let’s go back to the abode now, shall we? I believe that you should clean up, and doctor Baizhu will dress any of your wounds.” Zhongli says, draping his arms around your shoulders before walking you back to the abode with the others following after you. Childe latches himself against you, his face burying into your neck while pressing up against you.

“Childe, why the fuck do you have a boner!?” You whined, feeling your face becoming hot at the contact.

“You know why.” Childe’s voice was muffled against your neck; he rubbed his face against your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist. Zhongli lets out an annoyed sigh, giving Childe an annoyed look.

Ayato concludes, “We need to get him neutered.”

Dottore snorts, “As if that’ll work.” He mutters, following after you and twenty other men back to the abode where Baizhu is waiting for you with the first aid kit, ready to patch up any wounds you have on you.

Note: So... I did not expect this fic to be 10k words long or longer than 10k words. But um, I hope you all enjoyed it? I, personally, liked the parts where it's close to the ending of the story because I know Childe is the type to get turned on by the sight of his lover beating the absolute shit out of someone. I just can't believe that I managed to post two different fanfics this week :o Also, this is very late, but thank you for over 2k followers! I have almost 2.6k followers now, but I kept forgetting to say thank you because it always slips my mind 🥲 thank you for all of your love and support when it came to my stories; I really appreciate it! ❤️ For those who are new or returning readers, please keep in mind that I ONLY post on my Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and my AO3 (Aaliah_exo)! Nowhere else except Tumblr and AO3!

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shepherds-of-haven · 7 months

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How quick to anger are the ROs? Who has the hottest temper (I imagine it's Trouble lol)

Blade: it's actually quite easy to make him angry (or at least irritate him. Irritation is like one of his two primary modes of living. Grim unsmiling solitude is the other one), but extremely difficult to make him show it or actually "lose his temper." Like, inwardly, he's annoyed by a lot of stuff, but he almost never allows that to rule his decisions or make him act in a certain way, so I would never say he's "hot-headed"--just the opposite, he's typically cool as ice--but he also definitely gets mad lol

Trouble: he's definitely hot-tempered and gets mad easily (and starts swinging at the drop of a hat), typically when his pride or chivalrous sense of "that ain't right!" is offended. Sometimes this also leads to his getting into fights with friends, too. But in other situations, like if he were talking someone through a complex set of instructions and they weren't really listening to him (something Blade, Tallys, or Riel would find extremely annoying), he can be quite patient! So he's actually a mixed bag!

Tallys: um, I would say she's rarely outwardly angry (though frostily offended can happen with her), but deep inside I think she's seething with some of the most icy rage out of all of the characters? As Halek put it in Chapter 8.5: "Lavinet's got the build, but Tallys is fueled by female rage and hatred."

Shery: you can easily shock or scandalize her, but anger is almost never in her wheelhouse of daily emotion. It's mostly frustration (typically at herself) or mild offense, like she's looking at you like "I can't believe you just said that..." but she never really gets angry at other people or even situations!

Riel: crabby. annoyed cat that will bite and bite and bite you... verbally. try twitching one of his carefully-arranged pens on his desk so that it's not quite in line with the others and experience the white-hot fury of 1000 suns

Chase: almost never gets angry, about as unfazed and unflappable as a brick wall. stuff just rolls right off his back. even when he's annoyed, he tends to at least appear cheery and unbothered. on the extremely rare "three-in-a-lifetime" occasions when he does truly lose his temper, he's got a weird way of showing it.

Red: I think he tends to be more exasperated or frustrated like "nooooo why did you do that" than truly angry or annoyed. I truly can't even imagine him losing his temper to the point of shouting or losing control of his emotions, especially towards someone else. he is extraordinarily even-keeled

Ayla: extremely hot-tempered. jalapeno. she is probably the most "hot-tempered" out of the entire group because, while Trouble has more of a reputation for it because he's so consistently easy to prod, that's only because Ayla is new to Haven so she hasn't had as much time to beat him out 🥲

Briony: 50/50; despite her cheery, bubbly exterior, she actually has a quick-trigger temper and (like all of her emotions), it can take her over quite easily. This mostly applies to strangers/enemies/people she already doesn't like, though, so she's more likely to get steaming mad at, say, a noble who said something snooty to her or take offense at something a stranger said. The nice part is that, as easily it is to anger her, she gets over it and forgets it just as fast! She also has a seemingly bottomless well of goodwill, patience, and benefit of a doubt towards her friends, almost to the point of an alarming bias... like if a friend does something to her that someone else would find irritating, she's more likely to brush it off or not notice it or excuse it than to get angry over it! But she doesn't really extend that same patience to strangers, though she's trying to work on it! 😂

Lavinet: hmmm I would say her pride is offended more than she truly loses her temper or gets angry to the point of yelling, screaming, charging blindly into emotional situations or arguments, etc... She's more likely to be nettled by something someone said, not show it at all, and resolve to do something to "put them in their place" (like if someone carelessly implied she was backwater in conversation, she'd just be like ":) lol :) I guess I am!" while thinking about all the ways she could prove them wrong 🖕) than she is to actually lose her temper in the way Briony, Ayla, or Trouble would.

Halek: never gets angry about anything, ever, possibly because he's just very chill and it's not worth the emotional energy to get all worked up, and possibly because the blood-rage is quite enough, thank you

In all, I think it boils down to:

"Hot-tempered" (gets angry easily and outright shows it)

Trouble

Ayla

Briony

"Cold-tempered" (gets angry but doesn't show it, maintaining a cool facade)

Blade

Riel

Tallys

Lavinet

Not easily angered at all

Shery

Red

Chase

Halek

#Shepherds of Haven #all characters #anger #temper #angry #emotions #hot-tempered

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occultic-luna · 2 years

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ASTRO OBSERVATIONS III

Hey guys! Welcome to my third Astro observations : )

I have too much to share, it’s been building in me for years lol.

DO NOT STEAL OR PLAGIARISE. GIVE CREDITS.

Letsss gooo!

✨🌙 water signs and earth signs can compliment each other. Similarly air signs and fire signs can compliment each other. This is because of how the elements tend to compliment each other.

✨🌙 Pisces placements, I’ve always noticed that at least one significant family member is absent/ they never talk about them or at least one significant member in their family has a mental health condition/ is always going back and forth to hospitals.

✨🌙 I know that Aquarius are known to be unique and quirky but maannn Taurus be saying shit just for the sake of saying shit lmao.

✨🌙 In general earth sun and fire moon just have that stamina. Most of those that I’ve come across love any sort of physical activity.

✨🌙 Capricorn placements especially Venus how often do y’all apply for administrative jobs? Or even get offered/volunteer/come across opportunities to work in them? Trying to see something here.

✨🌙 Pisces Venus are truly poetic, I love them so much.

✨🌙 Capricorn Venus, these people usually desire to settle down later in life after they’ve built some sort of foundation like for example after they finally have a house or something. Some of these people want to settle down later because of how they’ve seen relationships play out in their family too.

✨🌙 Leo Venus are one of the best friends, they truly got your back and love to shower you with gifts and praises. But at the same time they expect you to recognise their efforts because it makes them feel appreciated. If you bag yourself a developed Leo venus. DONT LET GO. Lol

✨🌙 I’ve seen so many mutable dominants always have some sort drama surrounding them, even when they literally don’t do anything. It’s like them breathing, literally triggers people. WHY.

✨🌙 Gemini placements especially sun and mercury can be great at literature no lie.

✨🌙 Venus aspecting mercury, how often do you charm tf out of people with your words?

✨🌙 Mars 4th house/Cancer… how’s your family environment? I’ve got your back love.

✨🌙 Jupiter sure brings abundance wherever it’s placed but abundance can be for good and bad things. TW for example, Jupiter conjunct Mars in cancer in 4th…. The natives family could’ve been very religious (Jupiter/cancer) and because of Mars (especially because Mars is debilitated in cancer/4th house) had forced their religious beliefs on the native, it could’ve even ended up in abuse…. Physical abuse to punish (Mars (debilitated)) the child and would’ve used religion even culture (Jupiter/cancer/4th house energy) to excuse it etc. If that makes any sense 🥲.

✨🌙 Earth placements and their aesthetics 🙌

✨🌙 Air and Water placements can be great when it comes to making reaction videos lmao.

✨🌙 It’s true that you can have similar placements to your family members. But you can also have placements harshly aspecting their big 6 too. Those relationships I’ve seen also a lot of the times happen to play a big role in peoples lives.

✨🌙 Moon aspecting Venus synastry, I’ve seen people really respect each other’s cultures and beliefs with this placement.

✨🌙 From what I’ve seen either Capricorn women really want to have babies or they really don’t.

✨🌙 If you don’t seem to resonate with your rising sign, check out the ruler, it’s degrees, aspects and the house it’s placed. For example if you have a Aries rising, your Mars in Pisces/12th house/12th or 24th degree or even aspecting Neptune can soften the way you appear to others.

✨🌙 Talking to air and fire mercuries sometimes is just free entertainment lol.

✨🌙 Look at your 8th house, the sign and where the ruler is placed, where ever that planet is placed will bring about the most transformations in your life.

✨🌙 Aries rising and the never ending saga of receding hairlines… I’m sorry.

✨🌙 Mercury aspecting Uranus… Has anyone ever told you how much of a damn genius you are? 🙌

✨🌙 Mars in 8th/scorpio…. What’s your flex? Better be sexual attraction…. I mean it though.

✨🌙 Taurus placements… How often do y’all drink coffee/tea? Again trying to see something.

✨🌙 Sun aspecting your ascendent can give you a very bold and just in your face appearance. It’s like you exhibit the rays of the sun lol.

✨🌙 Sun in 11th house, you shine, there’s just something really unique about you and I absolutely love it 😌.

✨🌙 South Node in 8th house usually have a very strong attraction towards the unseen/occult from a young age.

✨🌙 South Node talks about your past life so in your natal chart if you do have South Node in your 8th house maybe you were very invested in the occult and it’s teachings in your past life and now the wisdom just comes to you naturally this lifetime.

✨🌙 Scorpio/Aries placements, how many of y’all wear glasses/contacts?

✨🌙 Jupiter highlights where your blessings come from. For example if you have Jupiter in Aquarius/11th house, your blessings come from speaking your truth and taking part in humanitarian causes.

✨🌙 I can spot scorpio/plutonic placements right off the bat just by looking at their eyes (might make a post on this later on).

✨🌙 Black moon Lilith conjunct rising in 12th house. How often do you evoke strong reactions from complete strangers literally just by existing?

✨🌙 I believe people tend to pick up on similarities between Sagittarius and Capricorn because these signs are right next to each other, so it’s pretty common to find a sag with cap placements or a cap with sag placements which basically is a mix of energies. This is just my theory on it and this can apply to every other sign too because they’re all next to another sign. Like Cancer placements can give off Gemini vibes maybe because they have Gemini placements.

This is it for today! Hope y’all enjoyed and remember I’m always open to feedback! Till next time ✌️

Love Luna ✨🌙

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chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter · 2 months

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you are so right about sanzu/takuya. i wanna hear all about them! what are your hcs? I'm so curious!

First of all, thanks for this question anon, it make me so happy to know someone else like them! 💜

In case some one is curious where this comes from, here is my HaruTaku fic!

Okay, for properly answering this I think that I also need to go first with my Sanzu hc for that specific timeline, because for me is related in why they make sense! (and bc I love talking about my lil gremlin, ngl)

Sanzu headcanons for Bad Toman Takemichi TL:

Okay, obv he did wharever he could for being close to Mikey, that goes without saying. But there is two big differences with Bonten.

He's not the second in command, so he has to kinda obey Kisaki (what he hates, always giving that silent hater looks 😎). But since he never showed that "good guys toman type of morals", Kisaki allows him to be one of the fews that still sees Mikey, bc he's not going to influence him or stuff like that, Sanzu is totally fine with the darkness (he isn't bc it triggers him tl0 memories but his denial is strong xD) So his job here is mostly watching over Mikey and ofc, getting rid of traitors! No way Kisaki didn't use that once he realizes, Sanzu devotiton is too easy to control and too useful for his own good 🥲

In the other side, this means is less confident about himself than what we saw in Bonten. He's still unhinged but he's not that loud about it, he doesn't have the selfsteem boost of being his king's right hand. So in a way, he's more insecure about himself and the mission he does, since he has less control about what happens to Mikey. Also, Sanzu is a weirdo, so like happened in early Toman he doesn't properly fit with the rest, besides job related thing he doesn`t have friends there (we could count Mucho if in this timeline Izana was never on the picture, but even with that Sanzu doesn't easyly trust people). It took him more time to stop wearing his mask here and it was probably more gradual!

And what we know about Takuya?

Not much, just that he's a sweet person and a good friend. He probably followed the rest of the Mizo gang (specially Takemichi) and got caught in Toman's violence.

He wears a choker in this timeline and had and aming glow-up including some sick tattoos. Pretty boy with sumi vibes!

This is where my hc starts, there is something about Takuya that screams addiction to me. I don't know how to explain it, maybe is his dull eyes, maybe his body language, but Takuya is coping with drugs (mostly downers bc he just wants to disappear for a few hours... Takuya is a softy 🥲)

Finally... HaruTaku headcanons!

One thing about addicts is that we have a radar, we know when someone else is an addict (similar to gaydar but more selfdestructive). So Sanzu probably started noticing the subtle changes in Takuya and he was intrigue about it. Specially coming from someone that was always surrounded by people he dispised. They never really interacted before, but Sanzu started paying more attention to Takuya, noticing more things about him, like how Takuya was actually shy and sweet behind that quiet appearence. And yeah, maybe a part of him felt indentified with that, he could understand having to act quiet to hide yourself better than anyone. For some reason, Sanzu started thinking that maybe they have more in common that it seems at first sight, and we all know he can be a little bit obsessive, so...

At some point, Sanzu aproached to Takuya. He probably created a situation when it could feel almost natural, I personally picture him waiting until Takuya is having some drinks alone (no way he's gonna talk with the other idiots if he can avoid it) and sitting next to him, paying the next round.

Takuya was probably intimidated, with reasons. But at the same time, he was drunk and high and Sanzu is pretty, so damn pretty! So he couldn't and wouldn't resist, it was easy for him to feel flatered by Sanzu's awkward way of flirting (c'mon, he doesn't have social skills, we all know that). And Sanzu? He just told to himself that he was curious, nothing more. Just one night for satisfying his curiosity, that was all. For understanding why on earth he felt that weird attraction towards Takuya.

OBVIOUSLY IT WASN'T ONE NIGHT! 🔥

Mix two pretty boys that are craving for love and affection and a lot of drugs? Recipy for disaster and unhealthy relationship, yey!

The fact Takuya is a submissive person who is numbed by the drugs most of the time and Sanzu has a lot of pent-up agression and is usually high of a mix that includes more estimulants than what Takuya is doing, only leads to unsafe sex where no-one is controlling shit or in the proper state of mind to be aware of how dangerous is what they are doing. What means a lot of next day regrets! 🎉 (extra: Sanzu has a kink with Takuya's neck and is obsessed with the choker, he calls him "pretty neck" on bed. Takuya weakness is Sanzu in high-heels, specially if they are red, I'm not projecting at all on that one, nopes 👀).

Besides sex, there is more to say about their dynamic, don't worry!

Takuya is the type to be sweet and caring, he hides that side of himself inside of Toman but still shows it in his personal life. It wasn't easy for him to feel relaxed around Sanzu and he was afraid of showing his kindness and being mock by the other. But for me Takuya is also an observing person, so I think it didn't took him a long time to realized how wounded is Sanzu, how he actually hates being in his own mind more than anything, how much he craves love, aproval, affection. So he started showing more of his loving side, having small gestures towards the other, always in private. Physical displays of affection in general, but also waking him with coffee, paying attention to his needs or his routine, making sure he felt comfortable even when they slept in Takuya's apartment (that now is always extremely clean only for Sanzu)

And Sanzu? He was melting with all of this. Well, to be fair at the beginning he was baffled, unsure or what to do or how react to someone showing him affection and kindnes, specially since Takuya didn't seem to be expecting anything in return. But once he finally understood it was fine to let Takuya spoil him and treat him like he actually deserved love... Then he was melting. Wakui said Sanzu is the most needy/clingy, so he started to be the one asking (demanding) for affection, wanting to be pampered, resting his head on Takuya's lap and enjoying how he plays with his hair (that's a privilege, he's really protective of his glorious pink hair! It's totally baji's fault)

Do they love each other? Well, that's complicated. Their relationship is not exactly public and they never talked about what it is, always pretending is something casual. It's easier like that (no it's not but they are bad at feelings). Takuya is aware that he's falling more for Sanzu every day, but he's terrified of the other reaction if he actually says the three words, so he hides it. Or tries to, because he pours this love in every small gesture, specially during their lazy mornings, when between the hangover and the guilt Sanzu acts a lot softer, wanting to give Takuya all the after-care he's able to dom

And Sanzu... Well, he wouldn't say he loves loves Takuya (because Mikey exists 😮‍💨), but he admits to himself that he deeply cares about the other. That there is more than atraction, that he enjoys their time together. Affection? A less obsessive love than what he feels for Mikey? He isn't sure and he can't deal with it, so he settles with caring.

Of course, we also need to talk about Mikey's ghost! Sanzu knows Takuya is not Mikey, is not that he's projecting him on the other all the time, it's just... He yearns for Mikey, he can't help it. So, sometimes, Takuya's blond locks make him feel that longing and he can't stop himself to imagine for a few seconds (delusional HaruMai in every timeline, hell yeah!🔥). In counted ocasions, when he's really high and out of himself, he says Mikey's name during sex and pretends to not remember the next morning because he feels too ashamed of it. He remembers more than he wishes, but he feels like shit and can't talk about that, he can't avoid feeling guilty, thinking that Takuya deserves better, deserves somone that is not using him as a replacement. Takuya understanding only adds more fuel to his guilt.

In that ocasions he tends to act distant for a few days, trying to dettach himself, to pretend he doesn't miss Takuya's affection. Until reality comes crushing down on him again and he ends up looking for Takuya, knocking at his door in the middle of the night.

Takuya felt hurt the first few times this cycle happened, but he didn't had the courage to actually confront Sanzu about it. Until one of that nights he saw how broken was Sanzu, he saw a little bit of the pain that the other usually hides from the rest of the world. It was the first Sanzu cried infront of him and the first time he called him "Haruchiyo", earning a surprised look and a weak smile 🥹

Since then, when Sanzu acts like that Takuya gives him space, understanding is not about him, that the other is fighting with his personal demonds.

And... That's it for now because I need to stop myself at some point or this will end up being longer than a fic. Maybe I will add more things in the future! 🙈

And hey, now that I look at it, they are not that terrible for each other if it wasn't for the amount of drugs and the dangerous sex. But hey, there is also love and sweetness and Sanzu needs that, so... Not that bad? 👀

I almost forgot! @lucifugousart is the amazing artist that did a Takuya fanart and is cooking something even better!

(feel free to add your own hc too, Andre! HaruTaku is a collaborative ship 😌)

#i ended up doing a longer post than the proper fic oopsie #i hope this hc makes sense and is what you wanted anon!#i could ramble about this for hours #well about sanzu in general #harutaku #sanzu haruchiyo #takuya yamamoto #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers

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shzmluvrs · 8 months

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very very specific request but 2019 freddy x clown collector reader? like reader collects clown dolls and all that kinda jazz and just how freddy would feel about that

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For some reason, as I go through dark times, this triggered such motivation and inspiration within me, so I thank you deeply🥲🫵🏽🫶🏽.

Also, I'm gonna name you bc I can pretty much guess you have a thing for specifically 2019 Freddy and that's pretty unique about you, so your name is 2019 (unless you have something more creative in mind lmao-).

~ Star✨️

Circus Baby

Prompt: The weird and overly fan-obsessed didn't particularly have a place at Fawcett Central. But, there they were, anyway, to be gawked and mocked at by the relatively common and "normal" student body. And while yes, Freddy was a prime suspect in the 'overly obsessive' category, he had to admit you definitely took the cake for the 'weird' department. In a good way to him, of course. Besides, who else is he gonna jokingly refer to as a wanna-be Gotham villain?

Timeline: Post Shazam! Pre S!:FOTG

TW/Content: Clowns (if they scare you, you not gonna like this at all, I'm sorry😭)⚡️Cursing⚡️Mentions of insecurity/anxiety and whatever relating⚡️Me being a little unhinged about this subject (for some reason-)⚡️Cringe? A little. But get over it tbh...

Reader: Fem! She/Her/Hers Pronouns! Clowncore Aesthetic/Style!

Requested By: Anon (2019?)

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I know you said clown collector, but because I'm literally insane, I wanna take this a step further...

Reader who is just full steam ahead into the clown-lifestyle😻🤡!!

Surely, it all started at a young age with your odd habit of collecting any bit of clown-related memorabilia you could get your grubby little hands on. But it soon escalated (and I'm betting startling your parents💀) into you basically being a clown.

Well, not literally.

I mean, you entertained the idea that you were decently humorous, and the occasional animal balloon tricks were attempted, but besides that, you managed to take something known for its silly (sometimes scary) wackadoo nature, and made it ✨️girlboss✨️.

And it helped that you didn't exactly shy easy, so you were proudly showing up places in your colorful, rainbow, clown-esque outfits...

Unless, of course, you happen to have a specific and favorable color, to which then it was your clown-esque wear themed specially in that color.

And your creative makeup that managed to be both cute and clown. Clute, if you will. Or maybe Cu-own...? Uh...😬...

And you could never forget about your hair. Unless you're a huge fan of styling and coloring your actual hair in cool, funky colors and ways, wigs were your best friend...

"Places" included school, for the most part, and you had thankfully become desensitized to the rude and teasing stares and the unprompted comments and whatnot... And at some point, so did the rest of the student body and staff, because it was clear no matter what they said, you weren't gonna tone down yourself for them.

Plus, it was fun! You felt as though the positive outweighed the negatives, thoroughly enjoying the bright-eyed and excited looks on younger grade's faces when they saw you occasionally pass through their section of the building, or when you'd actually receive compliments on your makeup from some of your peers. Plus, you were routinely asked to do other people's theater makeup, so-...

You got to try out new looks, new styles, new whatever every day without a care in the world!

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It was something Freddy found himself admiring about you from afar. It's not like you were exactly hard to miss, but it didn't change the fact that every seventh period, he'd wake himself up from an exhausting school day in complete, full anticipation for your arrival. He adored your outfits, your makeup, your hair, and once the day came when he'd finally gain the courage to speak to you, he'd hopefully adore you as whole, too.

That day came when you two were assigned to be partners for an upcoming project. A bittersweet emotion ran through his chest. Wasn't this what he wanted? The perfect excuse, chance, opportunity to get to know you? He was so nervous, he broke out into a cold sweat. Hands growing shaky and clammy, watching as you approached through the gaggle of other students shuffling around to get to their partners. And once finally sat, he stared, completely tuning out the teacher's next set of instructions.

At first, he couldn't bring himself to speak. For what seemed like the first time in a long while, Freddy Freeman was speechless. In complete awe by your presence (and ecstatic you hadn't grimaced or groaned when he was announced to be your partner), he admired every single detail of your purposefully paled face, the random little specs of glitter, elongated eye and mouth features thanks to eyeliner, and the outfit was definitely another one for the books.

At first, this boy's intense stare up and down your figure made you hope he wasn't actually the weirdo he was coming off as. Granted, you...did look like a clown, but once the stare surpassed the entire rant the teacher had gone on and then some minutes afterwards, you felt it necessary to speak up.

"Um... So, do you know how you wanna go about the project? Or...?"

"Sorry for- Oh my god, I-...Sorry for staring, that was probably really creepy for you and that's, like, the opposite of what I wanna do here-. I just think that this, whatever this is, this whole..." He used a big hand gesture to reference your ensemble. "...Is the coolest ever and I'm literally blown away."

"?!?😃 Oh my god, thank you 😃?!?"

And that was all it took before the two of you were hyperactively conversing back and forth on, not even just style choices, but on any and everything else that came to mind. It was like a force had been sparked between you two, the fire unable to be put out, let alone dimmed. It led to the start of an immediate and solidified friendship. Which, of course blossomed into something more. But I wanna focus on more of the "firsts" for now.

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Aka, The first time you had entered his home and met his family, which was the same day y'all met. He hadn't prepped you or anything, simply guaranteeing that they were bound to love your company and to pay no mind to any comments they might make. And while sure, you were pretty much used to having that mindset already, for some reason, this time made you nervous. Nervous like the very first time you had truly discovered you even liked this style and wanted to go out in public dressed as such, nervous. It had you adjusting your pins, clothing, and other accessories the entire walk there, and you swore that you had probably stress-sweat all of your hard-work makeup away.

To keep this short and sweet, every interaction was... unique, to say the least. First, there was a tall brunette sporting prep-wear, waltzing around the house with her phone pressed against her ear and determination in her voice to ace this interview for a nearby community college. But upon seeing you, stopped dead in her tracks and (much like Freddy) s t a r e d.

"That's Mary." "Your sister?" "Yes, out of two." "She's pretty."

"Freddy, why is there a clown in our home? Darla's birthday isn't for another four months."

Ngl, that stung you a little, but nothing you haven't heard (or expected to hear) before...

"Wh- No, shut up, that's not- She's a friend from school, we have a project together. This is just what she looks like, this is how she looks." "...Oh :). Well, you're gonna have to teach me how you have such a smooth base, because my products could never. Anyways, talk later, interview..." And with a shy point to her phone, she left you with a grin that you returned, growing flattered at the compliment on your makeup.

Then there was a boy, about shoulder height with glasses, who barely gave half of a glance in your direction. It's not that he didn't see you at all. He just... didn't care. Clearly, too focused on the TV screen that he stood basically directly in front of. "Optimal gaming stance, he claims..." Freddy informed, swiftly pulling you along before you could become engrossed in the Mortal Kombat fight yourself.

You were lead to the kitchen, Freddy rummaging through the pantry and fridge on the hunt for proper sustenance while you worked together. It was there, you were met with his mother, who gave a very "mom-happy" yet clearly confused smile. "Hi...!" She greeted suddenly, which urged you to awkwardly strike out your hand for her to shake. If you knew you were gonna be literally seeing his entire family same day, you would've toned down a little bit, at least. Just to let them get used to it all... but alas...

"Hi, I'm (Y/N). I'm just here to work on a project with Freddy." "Oh, I see! A theater project."

"Nah, science." Freddy corrected with a tone of casualty, kicking the fride door closed with the stub of his crutch, his other hand/arm supporting the weight of all of his gathered snacks and drinks.

"Oh." Rosa smiled again, still innocently confused. And before you could try to explain, Freddy was already insistent on the hurry to his room. It's okay, though, because once Rosa realized what you wore was just a creative, style choice a while later, she found it just that. Creative. And totally supported and compared it to alternative styles she'd seen back in her high school days, bless her heart🥰😭.

On the way towards/up the stairs was where you encountered what you had to assume was Freddy's father and older brother, who breezed past the two of you at first, but then did quick double-takes. "Ohooh, you look sick! What is this, like a statement, or...?" You received an immediate compliment from Victor, a chuckle leaving your throat along with a shrug of your shoulders.

"Something like that, I guess." And then Pedro, who did a scan up and down your figure much like Freddy had in class, before giving a satisfactory nod.

"Cool." "Thank you :')."

Walking down the hallway en route to Freddy's room, there was one more escapade that involved your purse accidentally falling open and your makeup going everywhere. It was the glittery stuff, too, so not only was it an expensive loss, but it was now going to be permanently marked onto the hardwood floor (yes, you felt beyond terrible, but it doesn't really matter bc a. There's already stains and glitter and whatnot everywhere in that house that are permanent, Rosa and Victor have given up on them, you can't convince me otherwise. And b. They ended up renovating by the second movie anyway, so it's fine😭).

It didn't stop you from desperately trying to scoop it all up, anyways, though (cuz I would, too, ngl-). Freddy informed that he'd go to his room to set the food down and would be back to help you, which was fine, but it left you in his hallway desperately scrambling at loose makeup like a weirdo. But clearly, that isn't what Darla saw when she poked her itty bitty head out of her room at the commotion. In her eyes, you were a mystical, magical being that harbored one of her favorite things in the whole world (glitter, duh), and she squealed so l o u d-

It scared you at first, especially when she came barreling towards you and almost managed to tackle you in an unexpected but returned hug. Rambling on and on about what a honor it was to meet you, "...whatever you are...!" She added, which pulled a giggle from your lips, and how excited she was and how she had so much to show you and-

"Oh my god, D, why..." Freddy sighed, having left for what was barely even a minute or so and had come back to find his youngest sister perched in your lap and talking your ear off. He should be doing that! Well, I guess minus the sitting in your lap part.

Unless you're into that🥴.

Idk. Anyways-

"DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS, DID YOU KNOW SHE WAS HERE?!" "😐Yes, I did. I brought her here. She's my friend and we're BUSY, so you need to go back to your ROOM, and mind your BUISNESS, please."

It took a lot more convincing, but after promising you'd converse with Darla another time (without Freddy💀-), she did as told and you two had finally entered his room. You found yourself quiet impressed with his superhero memorabilia, something about it reminding you of your own "little" collection back home. Maybe the obsessiveness of it all, or simply just how much of it there was. But you didn't have the pleasure of questioning, because-

"What the hell...?" "Dude, don't start-" "-I wasn't gonna say anything." "You literally were, I can tell by that dumb look on your face." "Freddy, I guarantee you, I'm not the dumb looking one in this room. And don't get me wrong, it isn't her either..." "Harhar, you're so funny. Why don't you leave and go do stand up comedy? I think you in particular would make an excellent CLOWN, don't you think, (Y/N)?"

"I... uhm...uh... ;-;." You weren't expecting a fifth sibling, that's for sure. His family was clearly very diverse. And at first, you couldn't quite tell if he was getting ready to bully you or not, seeing as Freddy was very quick with his wit in order to defend you. You wouldn't doubt it. Billy seemed to suffer from a bad case of RBFS.

Resting Bitch Face Syndrome.

"Ignore him." Freddy advised, whipping open his laptop while Billy scoffed.

"I'm right here, y'know. This is my room, too, you guys can't just-" "Okay, fine, then ignore him harder."

You giggled. It was grounds for Billy to address you separately/on his own.

"I like your outfit. It just...caught me off guard." You smiled, giving a nod of understanding. "Thanks, I get that a lot."

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The first time Freddy visited your house was months after the initial meeting. Not for any particular reason, there just hadn't been any real excuse until now...

"My parent(s) have been dying to meet you, like, I swear, if they keep pestering me about it, I was going to actually go insane. On some Joker type shit."

Freddy laughed at your last remark, but as we all know, the boy is quick-witted and smart-mouthed, so it was always easy for him to launch off of literally anything you say with a teasing remark that... sometimes you swore was him actually flirting. But, you couldn't be too sure. You didn't wanna ruin a good thing.

(You say as you literally bring him home to your parent/guardian(s) as if that's not the literal thing you do when-...nvm).

"Oh, so you've been gassing me up, huh~? Cute, cute... D'you tell them how much I adore you? Wouldn't want them thinking I'm neglecting you or anything." "Stop it." You giggled, nudging at his shoulder before pulling out your house key.

Freddy didn't exactly know what he expected upon entering your household. He supposed it'd reflect yourself. Colorful and creative, lots of little knick-knacks and trinkets, endless amounts of stuff to fill any empty space... At the very, very, fantasy like most, your house would be some foreign cottage in the woods that resembled a lot like the witche's candy house from the Hansel & Gretel tale (before it rotted, ofc).

So naturally, he was a little thrown off to find it was his very least thoughts that had come to play, the house almost gray compared to you. White walls, furniture organized hyper-symmetrically, every last item in its very clear-cut place. Not a spec of dust or dirt, not a thing out of place... and quiet. Almost eerily so. Well, maybe not. It could just be the fact that he wasn't used to seeing and hearing a house as such, given his living situation (loud family, messy-homey-actually looks lived in house...). But regardless-

"...I'm home!!" The call out to your parent(s) startled him for a moment, and though you did receive an answer back that sounded like it came from a room close by, it was almost like it echoed against the silence. Freddy shook it off. You didn't judge anyone or anything when you had first come over to his place, so he wouldn't do the same. If anything, they were just loose observations he couldn't help but make/notice.

But anyways- You lead him into your kitchen and there, he met your parent(s), who was quick to make a comment on how surprisingly "normal" he appeared to be. And usually, something like that might sting a little (for you, because like, uh, rude?? But dw, they meant it in a teasing/jokey way). But to Freddy? Normal? That meant the world, seeing as usually, most people couldn't see past his crutch, should they choose to see him at all. But he supposed the apple didn't fall far from the tree in the "non-judgemental" department. You must've got it from them.

That went relatively well, but here came the part you were always nervous about when inviting guests into your room...

"Woah..." The same way he was captivated by you was the same way he felt about your room. It was the splash of color amongst your house. Figures, all of what he'd expected of the whole/entire house would be crammed off into your one room, I mean, duh, where else would it be? It was littered with posters and trinkets and stuffed animals, clothes lying around that you scrambled to pick up and shove into your closet out of sheer embrassment. Even the walls were painted the color(s) of your choosing/liking, and my god, did you have so many different shelves full of things he wanted to mess with. He wouldn't, for now, waiting for the right time to ask permission before touching anything.

And then...he saw it. The corner of your room dedicated to that one specific, niche little thing you loved so much and based your entire personal being around...

The clown corner🤡.

"Oh...my god..."

You quickly spoke up before he could say anything more, the initial shock of your odd clown figurines, dolls, books, whatever the fuck else could possibly be clown-themed/related collection being enough for you to just assume the worst of thoughts he may have. "I know, it's weird. I mean, weirder than normal weird. But-" "I love you." He had whipped his head towards you just as fast as the confession left his person, a lazy smile etched into his features while you grinned almost manically because like, huh??

"...Excuse me😃?"

He shook the expression away, shaping himself back to normal as fast as possible at your reaction.

"No-! I don't. I mean, I do! Like, I meant it like, I love how you're like me, with the whole, "corner of the room being dedicated to this thing," thing. Superheroes are my thing, clowns are yours... obviously, and I love that. I love that you're me and I'm you and we're basically one."

"Freddy-..." You sighed, only able to laugh to yourself and at his rambling before gently pulling him closer to one of the shelves by the hand. "Look at this..." You encouraged, watching him lean closer to inspect some of the figurines and newspapers and other lose things in one specific place on the shelf.

"Oh my shit, that's Harley Quinn...!!" He gushed while you nodded proudly.

"My idol." You added, Freddy turning to you as you explained. "I know people consider her a villain, or whatever. Or that's she's crazy. But, I don't understand how that could be possible when the woman literally has a PhD and was an entire psychiatrist before she met Joker. Not to mention, the only reason she did half of the crazy shit she did was 'cause of that cunt-wad, so when I heard she finally emancipated herself from him, you have to understand... I literally love her."

Freddy didn't know how else to respond. Here he was, in your room, being one of your closest best friends, you talking to him (willingly, might I add, because even after all this time, he still can't even fathom how and why you genuinely love spending time with him and being his friend even though you remind the poor boy 24/7😭), and rambling to him about his favorite subject no less! And how it relates to your favorite subject! A combination of niche interests!! He-!

"I'm going to kiss you on the lips, (Y/N)." "Pfft-!" You snorted, the second confession catching you off guard in a flurry of amusement and surprise once again. But this time, he didn't have any excuses to back the claim up. Like, surely, he could easily pass that off as a joke or an intense way to say something along the lines of, "You don't know how much this topic interests me, especially coming from you, and it's making me so excited and happy and I want to talk/hear more."

But at the same time...

"What, like, actually?"

So now, you've presented Freddy with the option to mean it. For real. Which, like...

"I- Uh, like, only if you'd let me or you did it first or something." He laughed boisterously. "I wouldn't just do it without asking, that'd be craz-"

's m o o c h !'

You giggled. You had left some of that white and red behind on his lips.

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Okay, beyond this point is just some random other stuff I thought of...

DOING THE MAKEUP!!! Omg the way this boy BEGS you do his face the way you do yours, and girl, lemme tell you, you pop off...! You turned him into the clown-boy of your dreams, call that a Laughing Jack makeover/cosplay.

...*coughs*...ignore that, I had a phase, don't judge me.

Anyways, seriously, I think Freddy would rock the clowncore look so well, especially if you take advantage of his freckles and make them all individually a different color against white/pale foundation.

I also think he teases/flatters you by randomly gifting you trinkets he finds to add to your collection. So dolls he finds in thrift stores, or figurines he saw at a random strip mall shop, things like that.

Hella Harley Quinn discussions ensue, y'all love her.

Kissing him or him kissing you anywhere on the face is always funny because the white/pale foundation will transfer and it's the cutest thing. Or when you hug him and he's wearing super dark or super light clothing so your makeup is just smeared across his shirt and he's looking at you like, "😐" and you're looking at him like, "😕my fault bro🙂."

He also likes to steal some of the dolls/stuffies you might have, so if a clown is missing, you know that he probably has it. Y'all be treating them like your lil' babies, naming them and all😭. He sends you blurry, chaotic, cutsey type pictures of them and it'll have a corny ass caption like, "Jester won't lay down for his nap, I think you might need to come over and cuddle for a bit or something" yk💀.

Him stealing your wigs, too. And just literally any loose/baggy clothes of yours that will fit him. But it's okay bc you do the same with his when you're dressed down for once. He actually is so used to you all clowned up that when you're bare face and in one of his sweaters and shorts, you look like this cute little random girl to him.

"Who are you and what have you done with (Y/N)😧🫵🏻🙊?!" "Dawg😐..."

Ngl he hates sleeping in your room at night. He loves you and all of your quirks, of course. And don't get me wrong, he loves y'all children (the clown dolls n stuff)...but look man, they a lil' scary at night, just staring down at him from the shelves and shit and it freaks him out more than he wants to admit. You have a night light just for him when he stays over, though (it's a jumbo ladybug pillow pet you've had since you were like, eight, but the shit is so bright, it'd be a waste to just throw it out. Plus, it now helps Freddy sleep at night so win-win).

On that topic, bro has been jumpscared so many times bc you play too much and like to place your life-sized dolls around the house. He'll be thinking someone broke in and will be on the b r i n k of saying "Shazam!!" out of total fear before he realizes it's you just fucking with him. And is mad he can't do it back bc you're too used to seeing them💀.

Nicknames!!! Lord, this boy has some many! Just to name a few, "Circus Baby" "Harley" "Funny" As in he'll use it the same way one uses "Pretty". "Hey, Funny, you feelin' okay? Yeah? Okay, good." Also, "The fourth Flying Grayson" which you find pretty distasteful🥴.

If you post on social media, he spam likes and comments on all your post, especially if you make TikToks. He doesn't care what content it is, either. It could be you just talking about your stuff, it could be you posting little scenarios, it could be you showing your makeup routine, you could be making cringey ass thirst-traps for all he cares. You're posting and showing off your style? He's giving you all of his support and love shamelessly. He always does and will💙.

This was long but that's okay, that's just what I do lol😆.

Sorry again for my long hiatus, y'all. I do be struggling in this economy😔✊🏽. I hope anyone who sees this is doing well, Moon and I love y'all's support so much, it makes our day🫶🏽!

~ Star✨️

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Part 2: To Be Misunderstood

Part 1: Small Potatoes

⚠️Warnings⚠️ This part has the start of rape. It never gets to that point but it gets close so please don't read this part if you think that might even remotely be triggering. Please take care of yourself, this stupid fanfic is not worth your mental health. I'll leave a summary at the end if you still want the spark notes on what happened in the story. The whole first part is littered with violence against a woman so beware. My intention is not to glorify this kind of attack and I try my best to not be too flowery in writing the attack for that purpose. Reader discretion is advised.

It's kinda long because I couldn't end on a depressing note. 🥲

My mind assumed the worst, how could you not. I ran out of my room without thinking and scanned the dark surroundings. I didn't see anyone. The street light barely lit up a spot on the floor where some feathers laid. The brilliant peach color seemed to shine against the darkness of the room. I was so distracted by the thought my love birds might be dead I had forgotten about the potential intruder.

Just as I came back to my senses I was grabbed from behind and thrown to the ground onto my back. I could make out a large frame larger than any man I knew. He jumped down on top of me putting his face into view. He had no mask, he intended on killing me. I screamed and tried to pull my legs out from under him.

In a flash I saw the glint of a large knife in the limited light of the room. He thrusted it down into my shoulder. I felt like the tip of the weapon snagged on my cheap vinyl floor of my kitchen. I had so much adrenaline rushing through my body I couldn't even scream.

It was the killer, I knew what was coming next. Choking, biting, rape. He leaned down on me once he was sure my shoulder was stuck. His eyes were crazed, like a dog left in the heat for too long. He sounded like one as well. He grunted as he struggled to tear my underwear. My free hand tried to claw at his hands desperately, finally I was able to scream. I screamed for my life, it sounded like the stock scream for a low budget horror movie. My sudden screaming must have startled him or just pissed him off because he yelled back as he punched me in the face. I could taste blood and my vision got blurry but I knew I had to do something, he was making progress on my underwear.

The only thing I could see clearly was his face so I did the only thing I could. I took my thumb and jammed it into his eye. My nail slipped past the eyeball and bent around the corner of his orbital bone. He let out an animalistic scream, louder than my own even. He pulled his upper body off of me and my thumb was released from his eye.

He grabbed the knife and ripped it from my shoulder and held it in the air. He slammed it down at my face, instinct took over and I curled to the side. With most of his weight on my legs my upper body could move freely. He struggled to pull the knife from the concrete below the vinyl. Grunting like an ape he finally freed it. Thanks to the time it brought me I was able to get a leg free from his hips and my other slipped out shortly after. He held his eye with one hand and slashed at me frantically with the other.

I wasn't sure how but I managed to get to my feet. Something he was much slower at, he was still on his knees. I blindly grabbed the first thing my hand touched on my counter. I swung around the cast iron skillet I had borrowed from my landlady. In one sweep I bashed it against his skull as hard as I could. He fell like a sack of dirt. I jumped over him and ran to my bedroom. I slammed my door and locked it. Using all the force I had left in me I pushed the dresser in front of the door and grabbed for my phone. Something I had wished I'd done before I left my room to begin with. Dialing 911 I put the phone on speaker so I could continue to barricade my room.

"911 what's your emergency"

"A man has broken into my house, he attacked me." I was in the middle of giving her my address and name when there was a bang at my door. Letting out a scream I take the phone with me to the bathroom. In the harsh light of the white bulbs I could see how much blood had poured down my shoulders and lip. I held up my hand and realized I had his blood on my thumb. No matter what happened we'd have DNA on him at least. The operator stayed on my phone with me.

The banging stopped not long after he heard me on the phone. I knew he was gone but there was almost nothing in the world that was going to get me out of my bathroom closet. After what felt like hours I heard sirens outside.

It was all a blur. So many people in my house all at once. I was put in a blanket and walked through the place I was just attacked. He poured bleach on the floor, likely to destroy any DNA that was left of his from his blood. Holding my blood covered thumb out like some kind of hitchhiker they walked me to an ambulance. I was looking all over for my birds. I knew they were not what was important but it's all I could think about. Ricky was dead on the floor, neck snapped. I couldn't find Lucy.

"My bird, call for her! Maybe she flew out. Her name is Lucy. Please check the trees!" I begged, pointing to the tree line. An officer nodded as he helped me in the back of the ambulance. I had been crying the whole time, of course I had but for some reason I was now sobbing over my birds, one dead the other lost.

I don't have any memory of the ride to the hospital. Once inside I still couldn't get a second alone. Doctors and cops all had so many questions. Most of which I wasn't ready to answer.

A nurse almost cleaned off my thumb and I thought I might hit her. The cops came in and took all they could from my thumb and nails. They took my clothes. As soon as they left, my hospital room door was flung open by Jack. He asked me all the same questions but he was slower, giving me time to answer all I could. I still couldn't give him all the answers he needed.

Will stood in the doorway like he was scared to come in. Jack squeezed past him to go make a few calls.

"I'm sorry this happened." He said softly. He didn't budge from his spot. His hands shoved in his coat pockets. He was still in his pajamas. Did he jump out of bed and drive all the way over? He just looked at me like he felt guilty. Seeing that expression on his face made me want to cry more.

Without warning he was pushed against the doorframe as Beverly ran in. She stopped in her tracks when she saw me in the hospital bed.

"Fuck prison, when we get this guy I'm gonna kill him." She said as she came over and gave me a hug. She made me chuckle.

"Let me get the first shot." I say as she fixed the collar of my gown. She smiles at me. "Did they find my bird?" She shook her head no while pulling the thin hospital blanket higher on me. There was something she was thinking and didn't want to say. "Bev it's all going to heal. He didn't even get my underwear off, It's alright." I say with a small grin but I could feel the tears starting to fall. We hugged till a doctor came in to replace some bandages.

Will always stayed just outside the room or in the doorway. Jack had called Dr. Lecter, he needed as many members of the team he could get to find this guy but he didn't want to leave me alone with strangers. I was thankful but Dr. Lecter was one step up from a stranger. He and I sat in the white and blue hospital room alone together. We didn't speak too much. He told me it was alright if I didn't want to. It wasn't that I didn't want to, some parts I just couldn't recall, it had only been 12 hours. I knew memory loss after trauma was normal but I needed to try and remember as much as possible to tell the team.

"He smelt like cigarettes, not the cheap kind. I didn't smell alcohol on his breath." I said as I looked up at the wall mounted TV. Dr. Lecter wrote it down. Slowly things would come back to me. Unfortunately that led to flashbacks and panic attacks.

A few days passed and I was finally able to be released from the hospital. Jack wanted me to stay longer but the cleaner they used smelt like the bleach he poured all over my kitchen so I was eager to leave.

As odd as it sounded I was excited to get home. I just wanted to be with my things and see if Lucy would come home if she heard me calling.

Beverly and Will were over all day and at night Jack had local police stay outside in squad cars. This thing wasn't the type of thing you just get over but I was doing pretty good all things considered. Zeller and Price had taken what evidence they could from my house and cleaned up the best they knew how. Someone even hooked up my cable.

The vinyl floor in my kitchen had been pulled up so just concrete was left. They took the skillet that I needed to return to the landlady. She'd understand, she brought over a blackberry cobbler in hopes I'd tell her about what all happened. We were both incredibly nosy people so I knew what a mystery was doing to her. I indulged her the best I could, I didn't want to scare her too badly so I was very, very sparing with the details. Once she left I tucked into the cobbler.

There was a knock at my door that made my heart leap from my chest.

"It's me Jack, can I come in, Lydia?" I checked the window just to make sure before opening the door. Once I open the door he lets himself in and sits down at my table.

"You got the guy?" I asked, smiling as I take a seat as well.

"No not yet, I actually came on personal business. I was speaking with Dr. Lecter and he thinks it would help you to attend therapy, with him if you prefer or with an unaffiliated colleague of his. I want you to have a clear head and be happy because I care about you but also so you can get back to work. You can't work on your own case of course but we have others. I need you, late or not." He said as he smiled across the table at me. He probably wasn't wrong. Talking about stuff tends to help me. Dr. Lecter was great with me in the hospital. Maybe it was a good idea.

"Yeah that sounds good actually. I'll start to see him." Jack breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. He looked behind me at my kitchen floor.

"Did those neanderthals with beakers leave you without any flooring?" He asked as he stood up and kicked at the exposed concrete. Jack seemed like what I imagined a dad was like. Caring but strict and just couldn't leave your house without trying to fix something.

"Yeah it's fine I was just going to have the guys at the hardware store put more in." I say laughing at his name calling.

"No, I know a guy, he and his sons did my whole house, let me do this for you." He said as he had his phone out and was already dialing. There was no stopping him at this point. He sets a time for them to come and put in new flooring.

He gave me Dr. Lecter's office number to set an appointment up. I liked seeing such a soft Jack, he had such a kind voice when he wasn't yelling. He left shortly after I set an appointment for tomorrow morning.

That night I couldn't sleep. I had to lock my bedroom door, I finally fell asleep as I heard the birds outside start to sing. I slept through my first and second alarm. Finally the 3rd one got me up. I had to rush around, I was super late.

The drive to Dr. Lecter's office was pretty long and I was at least half an hour behind schedule. I ran into the building but froze when I saw Dr. Lecter talking to his secretary.

"There you are, I was starting to think you changed your mind." He said with a soft smile. I felt horrible about wasting his time.

"I'm so sorry I didn't hear my alarm go off."

"That's quite all right. You are here now, that's what's important." He leaned down and whispered something to his secretary who nodded at him. "Come in, please." He said as he held open the large wooden doors to his office.

I walked in quickly trying not to take up any more time than was necessary. The office was nothing short of immaculate. I had never been inside a room like it. I did my best not to gawk at how extravagant and lavish it was.

"Please take a seat." He said as he closed the doors. I sit down in the closet chair. The notepad on the table next to me clued me into the fact this was his seat.

"Shit sorry" I curse under my breath as I stand up and move to the identical chair across from the it. He grins and nods.

"That's alright you may have that chair if you prefer." He said as he picked up his notepad.

"No no this one's perfect." I insist. He takes his normal seat and crosses his leg getting comfortable.

"You look well, how did you sleep?"

"Oh um not great, that's kinda part of the reason I slept through my alarms."

"I see, any reason in particular you had trouble sleeping?" He asked as he pulled the cap off his pen.

"You know why." I say with a small smile as I look away from him. Picking at my nails I do my best not to think about the man.

"I know, I'd like to hear it in your words." His voice was soft, gentle like he was coaxing me.

"I was afraid the man would come back, I got a new gun but he took the last one. What would stop him from taking this one?"

"That is perfectly understandable, the mind is rewired by trauma, previously innocuous activities can start to feel like real dangers to us. Do you have any plans to move?"

"Definitely not, it's my house, the rent is low, it's a good neighborhood. The house doesn't remind me of him, it's just the idea of sleeping and not being able to get away." I shift in my seat getting a little uncomfortable dwelling on the incident. He watched me closely and must have been able to pick up on how uneasy I was getting.

"You're from the area, yes?" He asks as he closes his notepad and folds his hands in his lap.

"Yeah southern Virginia, took me a bit to lose the accent when I moved north."

"Was losing your accent a concerted effort or did you lose it naturally?"

"It was purposeful, I went to college and my professors had a hard time understanding me. I got tired of being misunderstood. It slips out sometimes though. Where is your accent from? I don't think I can place it." I say with a grin.

"That's very adaptable of you when I first moved here I too had a problem with people understanding me. It never feels good to be misunderstood. And to answer your question I am from Lithuania, it can be a difficult accent for Americans to place." He seemed happy to speak about his home country so I questioned a bit more. About his childhood, when he moved to the US, what Lithuania was like. He answered them all as quickly as possible. I started to get the feeling maybe he wasn't as comfortable with it as he was trying to portray.

"Why don't we get back to you Agent Trew. " He gently redirects the conversation.

"Oh please call me Lydia."

"Of course Lydia, please tell me about your childhood, I couldn't help but to notice there was no paternal medical history filled out." I was surprised by his request, I wasn't sensitive about my fatherlessness, it was just sudden.

"My mom says he was a one night stand, met him at a bar. He liked cheap whisky and drove a blue pickup. None of that really fits into a parent medical history sheet." I say with a laugh trying to make light of what is normally an awkward conversation.

"Your mom raised you by herself? Strong woman, I can tell you must have been a handful as a child."

"Oh you have no idea I was a little monster. I was tearing up the house every other day and trying to bring home wild animals. I'm surprised my mom didn't sell me to the zoo." He seemed to get a bit of amusement out of the thought. We spoke very casually for a while about life, the weather, and hobbies.

He checked his watch and our hour was up. I was looking through my phone calendar for the best day to schedule another appointment while he gathered his notes.

"I am having a small dinner party tomorrow night. Jack and his wife were invited but they had to cancel. I'm afraid Will and I are hardly a party by ourselves but would you be interested in joining us for dinner at my home?" I had heard of his dinner parties before, though it was a bit unexpected.

"Oh Dr. Lecter I appreciate it but I'm a vegetarian. Will had told me how you enjoy your meat alot, which is great but I personally don't eat it. It's a texture issue not a moral one." I normally didn't feel the need to mention my dietary habits but he was kind enough to invite me. He was owed an explanation.

He smiled and licked his bottom lip slightly. It was like he was trying not to chuckle. He nodded understandingly.

"I am capable of making you a meatless meal, I won't force you to eat something you don't like."

"I couldn't put you out like that, making two separate meals is alot of work."

"I enjoy cooking, the challenge of making something delicious for you would be part of the fun for me. It is hardly a dinner party with just two people." He says

"Well how could I say no to trying some of your famous cooking? I'd be delighted to join you guys."

He seemed happy I agreed but he was always so hard to read, I just have to hope he was glad and didn't feel burdened. We said our goodbyes and I made another appointment for a few days away, he said the sooner the better so I was sure not to space the meetings out too far.

A dinner party sounded like a good time but also a bit intimidating. The last dinner party I went to was with my dolls as a little girl so dinner with such a formal man like Dr. Lecter sounded a little daunting. At least Will would be there, I knew he wasn't big into fancy stuff and wasn't the best in social situations so as long as I minded my manners better then he did I'd be fine.

Spark Notes:

♡Lydia is attacked so Jack asks her to start seeing Hannibal.

♡She is invited to have dinner at Hannibal's

♡It is learned she is fatherless, that she has trained herself to not have a southern accent because it was different to understand, and finally that she is a vegetarian.

#hannibal #will graham #yandere hannibal #nbc hannigram #nbc hannibal #hannigram #tw assault #jack crawford #beverly katz #dark fanfiction

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29daffodils · 7 months

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@luveverlong's KinnPorsche Triggers (and if they were results of the vegaspete madness)

hello OP! apologies for hijacking your post, but your reblog made me giddy and i didn't want to bombard your post with vegaspete in case they are not your thing!

okay, so @luveverlong made this post which i reblogged and then i started wondering how many triggers actually were there, and thought i'd count and classify which i feel were results of vegaspete madness 😅 here we go.

DISCLAIMER : i probably got some of them wrong, because i keep forgetting certain things happened (like, ken losing his head) . don't take this too seriously!

total triggers (so far) : 57

vegaspete contribution : 30

%age contribution : 52.6%

conclusion : so i was wrong, it's not 90% but it's more than 50% which is saying SOMETHING lmao

abuse >> gun and korn

alcohol use >> pretty much all the theerapanyakul cousins (except tankhun, maybe?)

animal death >> vegaspete + khun spikes 🥹

ass eating >> definitely vegaspete (and he did it with such enthusiasm too!!

assassination >> who??

attempted assassination >> definitely on kinn

attempted murder >> whose??

attempted underage drug use >> lmao porchay

attic wifery >> nampheung goes whoop!

blood >> vegaspete (first & foremost, but also everyone else since mafia)

bondage >> vegaspete (bcz kp are too damn vanilla lmao)

cheating >> who??? who's cheating??

child abuse >> vegaspete (my poor liddol meow-meow and my sweet summer child 🥹

choking >> vegaspete, sensually, but also kinnporsche literally

death >> vegas (i'll never forgive him for that, but also pete aiding in the undeath, hence, this is primarily vegaspete, i take no arguments

decapitation >> vegas (and pete watching from the distance)

edit : okay, it was ken. apologies for my bad english 🥲 (p.s. : i also did not count it under vegaspete in the original post! hence why vegas and pete are written separately, and not as the ship name!)

degradation >> vegaspete

dehumanization >> vegaspete

domestic violence >> technically also VP bcz their dads were shit, but let's count them out of this one because I'm not too sure

drugging >> oof, vegas (but not VP)

electrical torture >> vegaspete *evil laughter*

emotional blackmail >> vegaspete + granny saengtham lmao

flashing lights >> vegaspete (in their neon lit sex room)

force feeding >> vegaspete

gaslighting >> don't think this was VP, but let me know if i forgot a specific scene

gore >> vegaspete (iykyk)

guns >> okay, VP, but kinnporsche can have this one. that one spinning+shooting scene was epic.

gunshot wounds >> vegaspete wins this one. motherfucker survived 5 gunshots, and pete gave him one of them

hostage situations >> vegaspete go whoop!

illegal fighting >> lmao porsche

incest (???) >> definitely NOT VP (they are the only ones not involved in cousin fuckery and yet the most unhinged out of all of them)

kidnapping >> omg chay 🥲

manipulation >> vegaspete, via granny saengtham

munchausen by proxy >> i have no idea what this is, sorry

murder >> pretty much everyone lmao

mutilation >> vegas!!!

ownership >> vegaspete

panic attacks >> okay, I can't remember who got panic attacks, help out a fella here

petplay kink >> vegaspete

poisoning >> heh? somebody was poisoned??

prostitution (???) >> who??

scars >> vegaspete

self-harm >> vegaspete go whoop!

sex scenes >> vegaspete (but also kinnporsche) (but I'm biased and vegaspete were superior so……)

sexual assault / dubcon >> NOT VP 👀

sexual torture >> vegaspete (!!! 😳)

smoking >> pete alone can add up the points for this one lmao

stalking >> vegaspete lmao

stockholm syndrome >> vegaspete (but I'm rolling my eyes)

suicide >> who??

suicide attempt >> definitely only vegaspete

tasering >> vegaspete

theft >> vegaspete at its very core (iykyk)

torture >> vegaspete

vegas >> lmaoooo, he is a trigger warning by virtue, but accentuated by pete

verbal torture / abuse >> gun theerapanyakul 😤

vomit >> porsche 😂 (i think?)

#vegaspete #vegas theerapanyakul #pete saengtham #kinnporsche the series #kpts #kinnporsche la forte #my posts #source : 29daffodils

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strongheartneteyam · 11 months

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Get your shit together so I can love you.

Pairing: human!jake sully x female!human!reader

CW: angsty, so angsty, established relationship, MIGHT BE TRIGGERING for some audiences, disabled person feeling insecure about their body, fluff, crying, yelling, cursing, sexual language, hurt, comfort, sexual content, mentions of sexual fluids, foreplay, mentions of fingering, jake touching reader's pussy. Please, tell me if I'm missing something 🥲

Author's note: This AU is set on 2009. Jake is just a regular 24 year old former marine who ended up losing the movement of his legs permanently after an unfortunate accident that happened while he was fighting for his country, amidst a terrible, unforgiving war. The reader is a 21 year old regular human girl. There is no sci-fi or aliens involved. I totally understand if it's not your cup of tea as it's almost not canon at all to the Avatar Universe. I guess I just kept most stuff canon to Jake as a character. As I said, it's an AU. Just call me Miss Marvel and call this a version of Jake that exists somewhere in the wide multiverse 😂 guys I'm way too sleepy and exhausted that I'm starting to sound a bit drunk... gonna shut my piehole up now. I hope you guys like it. ✨ I need to sleep ughhh ✨

Not proofread. Sorry, my babies, momma is always too tired n running low on time.

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I tapped on your window on your darkest night

The shape of you was jagged and weak

There was nowhere for me to stay, but I stayed anyway

You fire off missiles 'cause you hate yourself

But do you know you're demolishing me?

And then you squeeze my hand as I'm about to leave

Renegade (Big Red Machine feat Taylor Swift)

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You walked to your boyfriend's house, watching the starry dark sky above. It was a full moon night, its pale light bathing your skin as you thought about how you missed Jake. You had just gotten back from a family trip yesterday and hadn't had time to go over to Jake's house to see him yet. You were so anxious to see his face again that you didn't even bother to call him to let him know you were about to come over.

When you got there, as soon as you opened the door with the copy of the keys Jake had given to you, you saw a miserable looking man sitting on a wheelchair, staring at the wall, eating a burger and fries and drinking beer. You swore to God one day you'd slap his hand and tell him to eat healthier. He ate junk food and drank way too much. His face was grumpy and a little sad at the same time. But it was your Jake. It didn't matter to you that he always looked like he was done with everything, he was so freaking handsome and charming, so, you could get past his moodiness. At the end of the day, you loved him so very deeply it made you feel like there was not enough space for so much love inside your body.

"Hey, babyyy!" You say, locking the door behind you "Sorry for not calling before coming over. I'm gonna stay the night, okay? I missed you so much..." You walked towards Jake and kissed his warm cheek, leaving the keys on a piece of furniture nearby

"Hi, baby. I missed you like crazy. I'm so glad my girlfriend is back here with me." He smiled at you. That was the first time he smiled, in a truly happy way, that night. You were the light of his life, he always felt better when you were around. He had missed you like a mad man, especially at night, when he looked at pictures of you/the both of you together on his black laptop. "And I gave you the keys for a reason. No need to say sorry. It's not like I go out on Wednesday evenings anyway.. Or any night of the week" He laughed in sarcasm. "I'm always here at this time." You laughed a bit and he took another bite of his burger

"I'm gonna take a quick shower, ok? Be right back" you said loudly as you walked to the bathroom

The day you and Jake had decided to be in a serious relationship, after you let the words "I love you" slip off of your mouth, by accident (you didn't even know if he crushed back on you, let alone reciprocating your feelings), Jake was so insecure, thinking you were just playing him, that it took him one week after that happened to finally say "I love you" back. You were getting sadder and more impatient as time passed. When he finally did, it was through texting. When you saw the message in your cellphone screen, your heart raced like a wild horse in a big forest.

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Later that night, you and Jake were cuddling, half sitting, half laying on the couch. Jake watched a movie on the television as you tried to read a book. But your attention span was equal to zero. You felt your boyfriend's warmth beneath your body, so comforting, so inviting. You wanted him so bad. You two had been together for almost one year and no sex had ever happened. You were starting to think that maybe he didn't find you that attractive, after all. That thought was like a rusted knife digging into your heart.

You closed your book since you couldn't go past the same sentence you were reading and re-reading all over again, too many times.

You moved your body from where it was and sat on top of Jake's legs, straddling his lap, taking him by surprise. He looked at you wondering why you suddenly gave up on your book if you had been bugging him for months about how bad you wanted to read it, but, you preferred reading a physical copy, as you told him, so he bought a copy for you that he found on sale just so you could stop talking to him about the same thing over and over. But he was actually just kidding, inside his own mind. He bought it for you because he knew you were gonna get really excited, just like a little child, and thank him by showering him with kisses. He loved being kissed by his pretty girlfriend.

"The book wasn't interesting enough, babe? Weren't you dying to read it?" He chuckled and then smiled, placing his big, warm hands on your thighs, making the small, thin hairs of that part of your body stand on end

"I just can't concentrate right now. That's all..."

"Is everything alright?" He noticed the angst in your expression

"Jake... We've been together for almost one year now, and... we haven't had sex yet. Don't you... don't you feel the need to do it with me? Do you still feel attracted to me? Why do you never try to initiate anything other than kisses and caresses? You've never even tried to touch my boobs... and you told me you loved them, over texting"

"Wait, slow down a bit" Jake asked of you and you stopped to breathe a little "Of course I feel attracted to you." He put a small lock of your hair behind your ear, so he could see your beautiful face better "I want you so bad... so fucking bad, you got no idea, girl. You drive me insane, my girl. I can't resist you when you're sitting on my lap like this" He caressed your face softly, light blue eyes staring at your own

"Then don't. Don't resist me. You don't have to. You just have to let me kiss you and touch you and show you how wet you make me, without even doing anything crazy, just by touching my skin like this and letting me sit on your lap."

"Baby, I...I can't" Jake looked down, sadness clouding his beautiful face. You hated to see your boyfriend like that. Why didn't he realize he didn't need to be so insecure? You loved him, all of him. No matter how badly he always talked about his legs or the fact that he couldn't do even basic day to day activities easily, because of his disability, you didn't care. You loved him. Freaking loved him to death.

"Why not?!" You were desperate for an explanation

"I could never be all you need. I wish I could but that's wishful thinking. Don't fool yourself, (y/n)."

Your eyes got filled with tears and you felt a lump forming in your throat. It was like your chest was sore, bruised from his harsh words.

"You are all that I want! All that I need, Jake! Why can't-"

"Don't make it harder than it already is, (y/n)!" The blonde guy interrupted you, his words colder than ice, burning your skin, already so sensitive from from taking all the hurt Jake was causing you by not letting you just simply love him right, be his girlfriend... "Get off me, please." So freezing cold...

You were a crying mess already, so, you felt so weak you just obeyed him and stood up, leaving him free from your body. Jake transferred himself from the couch to his wheelchair as fast as he could. He then started wheeling himself away from where you were

"Please...Please!" You say, chasing your crazy boyfriend like an idiot, while he moves his wheelchair fast towards his small room "stop being so insecure and just lemme love you." Jake stops, his freckled pale arms turning the wheels around so he could look at you

"Why do you insist on being tied down to a cripple?! Don't you get it?! You are so, so damn beautiful, (y/n). Your smile, your hair, your body... Jesus, your fucking body... You're so hot. You deserve... a man who can give you all that a relationship can offer. I can't be that man. I will never be him. I'm sorry you don't get it, but it's time for you to move on!!!" He yelled. You've never seen Jake so angry. His face was red, his eyes were gleaming, tears starting to roll down his face. He felt like his heart was breaking in a billion little pieces. He'd rather go through war, become traumatized and then have his spine injured all over again, because, honestly, it would hurt him less than what he was doing to you right now. But he knew he had to do it. "I love my (y/n) so much, I always will. But she should be happy, free from me." He thought

"Stop running away from me, Jacob Sully!" You ordered, as soon as you catch up to Jake, getting inside his room, your breath heavier than normal "I'm warning you, I will take you in my arms, no matter if you say you're too heavy, and I will lay you on this bed, against your will, if that's what I need to do so you will stop pushing me away! And don't ever call yourself a "cripple" again! I swear to God, you're testing me tonight! I won't let you speak like that about yourself. Never again! Do you understand me?!" You almost screamed

Jake sighed heavily, in defeat. With both arms, he started to support himself on his wheelchair, moving his body to the bed.

One he was settled there, sitting down with his back against the cushioned bed frame, he spoke: "Baby, I'm sorry for yelling at you like that... it was wrong. You don't deserve that. Please, forgive me." Looking at you with those eyes he had you on your knees, every single time.

"It's okay..." You looked hurt but your forgave him. You wanted to try and forget that had ever happened.

"I love you... so much."

You gazed at him and felt a need to comfort him

You sat on his bed, beside him and held his hand. After some time, you and Jake were cuddling, you sitting on his lap. He brought his mouth to yours and kissed your lips. You missed his kisses so much that you got wet so easily, just like a virgin would.

Jake grabbed the back of your head with care and deepened the kiss, using his tongue to massage yours. The way he kissed you was leaving your lips slicked with his saliva. You moaned and he held tight on to your waist, heavy breathing, his warm breath colliding with your own, the two of you getting drunk on each other. His lips were crushing against yours and that felt so amazing.

Out of nowhere, he stopped the kiss and when you tried to kiss him again he gently pushed you away, seeming uncomfortable.

"I gotta stop, baby... I can't pleasure you more than this..." he looked defeated

"Of course you can. You have fingers and a mouth, don't you? Then put them to use, baby. Your girl is begging you to pleasure her. Don't you want to help me out a bit?" You started to kiss his neck gently but sloppy. You breathed his scent in. It was so familiar, so comforting to you. He smelled like home. Home, for you, was wherever Jake was, right by your side.

Jake was starting to slowly give in and he let out a breathy moan. You felt happiness creeping in your head, your heart beating faster.

Jake did something that in his mind, was so damn bold. He dared to touch you in a very intimate way - he was as nervous as a teenager having his first sexual experience - moving his hand from the bed sheet until it got to your entrance. Jake's breath faltered as he touched your coated folds gently, his chest tightening while he looked at your face. His light brows furrowing, his demons still trying to convince him that you could not be turned on because of him.

"Sweetheart, you're so soft... just so... so wet." He was getting shaky, aroused as hell, feeling how wet you were for him

He was finally ready to just relax and enjoy the moment, as he touched your coated pussy.

"Wait a bit, will ya?" You ask, getting off his lap, standing on your feet and then stripping down to him. Your clothes were laying on the floor, as you felt a little shy but excited to see his reaction to seeing your naked body for the first time.

"Fuck, my baby. How did I get so lucky? Your body is so fucking perfect...." He put his hand up in the air, towards your own hands and you grabbed it and let him sit you back on his lap.

Jake started to touch your breasts softly, his mouth slightly open, desire scorching his insides. Your skin burned so good beneath his fingers. Then, he placed his big fingers on your slit

"God, this fucking wet pussy..." he was having trouble breathing but he loved the way you messed with his head

"I'm all yours, baby. Please, just let go and make love to me. I need you so bad it hurts me physically." You begged him to put an end to your misery

"Is that what my babygirl really wants?" He murmured, his voice low and sexy, ringing on your ears

"Yes, my love. Please... I'm so wet, Jake... only for you, my baby." You felt his fingers touching your pussy and your body became limp

"I love your pussy, baby. So velvety, warm and juicy. Can't wait to slide my fingers inside of you over and over again until you're all sweaty and whimpering"

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