#sorry about the orbs its 3am

[mossy-rainfrog]

Build a Cowboy Round 3

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ok we've got a short trapezoid going so far. legend material. but alas, what orbs shall he gaze with 🤔

[ID: Four traditional drawings of a single eye looking off to the side. Eye A is a dark brown, barely distinguishable from the pupil. Eye B is a rich, warm brown. Eye C is a lighter, cooler brown. Eye D is a warm brown with a green sectoral heterochromia section. End ID.]

#mossy art #sorry about the orbs its 3am #polls #described #build a cowboy #collaborative character design #'moss are you rigging these results somewhat' yes absolutely. next question

[conscharacterscentralised]

💯 and 💙 for any OC(s) u choose!!

I’ll be doing the 6 main OCs for Operation Peridot (Caleb, Jason, Maribel, Lewis, Mina and Siân) as well as my deity OCs (Eris, Carina, Aster, Pyre, Vanta, Danielewski, and Unnamed) as they’re the only ones that 💙 applies to. Also sorry this is long lol, I love discussing my OCs (thanks so much for the ask!)

Caleb Booth:

💙: As a part of Operation Peridot, all characters involved with Iridium Orbs can utilise powers associated with one word. For Caleb, that word is contain. He mostly utilises it for self-preservation purposes (contain yourself) and for keeping his powers in check (contain it), but also is useful for binding powers together. He also uses it to seal objects away from him, or to seal himself away from the outside world as a form of shield.

💯: Caleb is a huge fan of panel shows (a subset of comedy shows often involving comedians, a fairly simple premise and a lack of meaning for points) with his favourite being one I made up called Sleight of Hand about truths and lies (though real life panel shows he’d enjoy are Would I Lie To You and The Unbelievable Truth); he is ambidextrous, initially left handed but when his corruption set in he started to use his right hand more to compensate; Caleb would never use any forms of social media due to fears of being traced.

Jason Anastas:

💙: His associated word is warp. He mostly uses it in the form of portals and distortions

💯: He joined the organisation when he ran away from home thinking his parents wouldn’t accept him for being trans, turns out they did now he’s got superpowers and a supportive family (woo!); his favourite food is anything breakfast related, especially eggs; his favourite place is in urban locations at 3am.

Maribel Ignacio:

💙: Her word is fire. She mostly uses it in an arson way, but has recently started to be more creative, such as boosting luck (you’re on fire!) and charm (you’re looking fire). She has also used it to make enemy guns go off (aim and fire)

💯: She is a keen gardener and really likes roses; her favourite video game is Super Smash Bros Ultimate (she mostly plays random but secretly she hopes for Roy/Chrom or Samus/Dark Samus to show up); tried to make her middle name Danger when she transitioned but her family wanted a more namey name instead, she went with Gaia “because if I can’t be powerful, I’ll be the Earth herself!”.

Lewis Ford:

💙: His word is stun. He uses it to stun people.

💯: He is the least creative person on the team, and the only person to only have one use for their word; his default pose in pictures is finger guns; his nickname “Fore” comes from initially being the fourth person on a previous team before joining up with Maribel and Mina but said team didn’t really get to know him outside of being the fourth member, so out of spite he’s always number four even when there’s less than four members.

Sae Mina:

💙: Eir word is chill. Ey mostly use it to freeze their settings and to make things colder, though ey also occasionally use it to relax and unwind (chill out) which can act as a local anaesthetic ala laughing gas.

💯: Eir name is written in eastern order (last name, first name) which has led to many people calling em Sae as eir first name when it’s not; Mina primarily uses ey/em/eir pronouns but does like ae/aer and she/her; once Mina and Jason were bored and combined their powers for a “drug trip” (in reality it was just them chilling out and relaxing to weird warped visuals but it did help them relax).

Siân Nevitt:

💙: Its word is bounce. She mostly uses it to deflect attacks and to run away (gotta bounce). She has also used it to survive long jumps down.

💯: Doesn’t actually like basketball or any sports despite what her word may imply; actually has blue hair but due to experimentations in her youth her hair turned silvery white with a purple corrupted streak (it doesn’t mind and thinks it looks cool); has way too many board games and jigsaws at any point in time.

Eris:

💙: Power to create gods and other godlike entities, domain over every world in existence. Powerful reality bender

💯: has existed for a very, very long time now and doesn’t remember her original family or purpose, has taken to rebuilding a new family to help; thinks the best thing mortals have created is cherry flavoured cola; his child self has once been brought back to haunt over a small town by transforming the residents into monsters unwillingly, but has since been freed from the curse and now has a new son… yay?

Carina:

💙: Messenger to Eris, can see basically anything with xyr third eye, can warp to any universe they please

💯: Favourite animal is a turtle, probably related to her enjoyment of the Discworld series of novels; uses Tumblr (it runs a blog dedicated to shipping the Milky Way and the Andromeda galaxies) and is cursed with the knowledge of what a Tumblr sexyman is; first became a god/deity by wishing on a star to join it and sometimes watches over past/alternate versions of herself and her family.

Aster:

💙: Deity of fluidity, stars and wishes. Can grant wishes within certain reasons

💯: Was the one to make Carina into a deity so technically he’s her dad, but also they’re siblings thanks to Eris doing the hard work… not like it matters because they’re technically unrelated; very aroace and very bigender; on account of her arms constantly melting, doesn’t really like doing super fiddly things like Legos and origami

Vanta:

💙: God of darkness, nightmares, etc. He has recreated towns, people and situations to torment humans in and to make them break and submit to his will. Not a very pleasant guy

💯: First became a deity by disturbing natural spirits who cursed him to be only a shadow for his hubris, unfortunately he thrived on being one; once tried to scare some deer by uncanny valleying himself into one and accidentally caused a national scare of deer disease and gave a 9-year-old boy nightmares (that boy turned out to be another OC called Xander); surprisingly not into horror, but is into high fantasy shows (like Game of Thrones), has consumed a very large amount of isekai anime that way. Extra fun fact: he has tried many times to usurp Eris as the full holder of power in the spaces between but has failed. Repeatedly. Not out of lack of trying, Eris is just better than him.

Pyre:

💙: Minor domain over fire and twins. Can set itself on fire at will

💯: It is the child that set Eris free of the curse, as a thank you it is now a god instead of dying alongside the curse that brought it back to life (it’s complicated…); doesn’t quite understand what being a god entails and thus mostly just follows their alive, non godly twin sibling in the real world as they solve mysteries and do cool stuff without him; due to the fact that both of them have orange skin and are not fully solid, Aster considers Pyre to be her successor and is trying to beef with it, Pyre doesn’t understand and thinks Aster is the coolest.

Danielewski:

💙: Servant of Vanta, but also holds minor domains over music. No special powers

💯: In real life he used to be called Daniel Lato and was a part time SynthV producer under the pseudonym Danielewski (mostly used Eclipse Studio synths like SOLARIA and ASTERIAN), but was murdered and brought back by Vanta; doesn’t require the mask he wears, he thinks it makes him look cool; his favourite book is House of Leaves, favourite game The Stanley Parable, favourite non-vocal synth producer/band Tally Hall (he especially likes Miracle Musical II)

Unnamed:

💙: Servant of Vanta, holds minor domain over writing. Has minor healing hands and can perform other weak spells.

💯: In life, her name was Esme Lin and she was a ghost writer, upon resuscitating Danielewski and forfeiting her own life to rebirth them as gods she went by Unnamed to reflect how she felt in life: unnoticed and unrecognised; her body is covered in magical scarring from her ritual; she and Danielewski frequently have dance-offs in the middle of the night when everyone is asleep.

(Quick note: both Daniel Lato and Esme Lin exist outside of their god forms in another universe, hence why I will not be tagging them in here, I will expand upon the still living Daniel and Esme in another post hopefully)

#original character #original character prompts #caleb booth #jason anastas #maribel ignacio | aurum #lewis ford | fore #sae mina | silver #siân nevitt #eris #carina #aster #pyre #vanta #danielewski #unnamed #cw drugs mention #cw guns mention #long post

[victoria-daydreams]

Something’s Gotta Give

Chapter Three: Tea for Two

AN: Honestly, I should be asleep as I post this chapter, but if I delay this any longer I think I might rip my hair out (not really). If there are any mistakes, I’m sorry, it’s 3am and I’m bleary eyed. Anyways, thank you to everyone who has supported this story! I really didn’t think anyone would enjoy it but myself.

Chapter Four: A Frightful Dinner

Summary: What should’ve been a fun and simple dinner between Livia and Booker takes a dark turn when she discovers a startling secret about him.

Having a cup of tea with each other became a weekly ritual for Booker and I.

And from tea, sometimes we swap over to coffee, where I discovered that Booker makes the best coffee known to man. He always made my cup of coffee sweet, rich, creamy, and added a dash of cinnamon to top it off. It's so perfect, I'll never look at coffee served in cafes the same anymore. Regardless of the beverage we were drinking, Booker and I always made sure to bring food for our little get-togethers. When its my turn to bring the food, I usually buy pastries like eclairs, macrons, pain au chocolat, etc. I couldn't help myself, I've got quite the sweet tooth which Booker commented on clearly amused once he noticed the trend. While Booker opted to bring sandwiches and quiches, which were a lot healthier than my choices.

At first, our little “tea parties”, as I liked to call them always took place in my apartment, but as the weeks passed and Booker grew more and more comfortable with me, he invited me to his apartment for the first time for a cup of coffee. To my surprise, when I entered Booker's apartment, it was not shrouded in darkness like I previously believed, the space was actually well lit.

Unless, he had the lights on and blinds opened for my benefit.

But you know what, I wasn't going to complain about it. The mere fact that Booker felt he could trust me by letting me into his personal space brought me indescribable joy. Each week over tea or coffee, a new subject was discussed. One week it's about books, the next about traveling, the following about daily life, and so on. Truly, it was a very gratifying experience to see how our relationship had blossomed. Not too long ago it felt like I had to pull teeth to get Booker to speak to me or I had to decipher his body language to determine if he was even comfortable speaking to me.

But now, conversations between us flowed naturally.

However, I have noticed that other things have changed between Booker and I. Well, at least for me it has. As of late, I would feel my heart start racing and beat like thunder whenever I would spend time with him. I would find myself studying Booker's features instead of listening to what was coming out his mouth. My eyes would move from down his nose, across his cheeks, around his jaw line, and at his lips. Heat would always flush my face and down to my neck when Booker called my name to snap me out of my daydream.

I couldn't help it, from the jump I said the man was handsome, but I didn't think I would catch feelings for him.

It certainly didn't help that our hands would innocently brush against each other when doing simple tasks, for example, doing the dishes together. Or the way he would lightly place his hand on my mid-back to usher me into his apartment after we've came back from the market. I always felt like I was set aflame every time Booker and I made contact with each other. I began to wonder if Booker had caught onto my growing feelings for him, he hadn't said anything or treated me differently. But, at times I would feel Booker's gaze linger on me when he was supposed to be reading, like the time when I was detangling my hair or when I was drawing in my sketchpad.

There's also the fact that Booker brought me flowers one day when we were having tea. They were roses, yellow roses to be specific. He told me the roses reminded him of me because of their warmth. And don't get me wrong, I damn near gushed over the beautiful, sun-colored bouquet of roses because I hadn't received such a gift in god knows when, but I also had mixed feelings about the flowers. Yellow roses symbolize friendship and I was left wondering one single question.

Did Booker just politely friend zone me?

~~~x~~~

"When I invited you over for dinner I was hoping you would actually help me make it," Booker quipped, looking over his shoulder.

I chuckled a little, "Hmm," I hummed, as popped the last bit of cracker that had fromage fort spread across it. "It seemed like you had everything under control," I replied, a smile on my face.

If someone had told me that by the end of this day I would be having dinner with Booker, I would tell them they were crazy, hell I might even laughed at them. Having a cup of tea with Booker is one thing, but to eat dinner together, it's different, more intimate. When Booker invited me over, I had just finished putting away groceries and was about to make dinner myself, but in stepped Booker. It was quite adorable when he asked to have dinner with him, in my opinion. He was clearly nervous, he stumbled over his words a few times. Whether it was because Booker is still a slightly reserved man, which meant doing this was uncharted territory for him or it was the possibility that he also had feelings for me was unclear.

I hoped for the latter.

"Do I now?" Booker asked, turning around and folding his arms across his chest.

My grin widened, "Undoubtedly," I said, with a laugh.

Feeling a bit of cheese on the corner of my mouth, I took my thumb and wiped it off before placing the speck of cheese onto my lips. Booker's eyes darted down to my lips and I had to force myself to keep a straight face as I felt a slight increase in my heart beat from Booker’s lingering gaze.

"Maybe it was just involuntary," I thought.

I picked up my wine glass, "But since you're begging me so much, I guess I have no choice but to help," I joked, standing up from the kitchen chair and taking a sip of the dry wine.

Booker faced the counter again, "Your kindness knows no bounds Livia," he deadpanned, resuming his work on slicing the mushrooms up.

I walked up to him and placed my hand on the back of shoulder, at first his body tensed before his muscles relaxed.

"What would you like me to do Chef Booker?" I questioned, my lips curving into a smile.

He rolled his eyes at the title, but still a smirk made its way onto his face, "Can you chop the broccoli please?" he asked, motioning to the vegetable to the side of him.

"Gladly," I replied, removing my hand from him and placing my glass down.

I moved over to the sink and turned the faucet on, pumping soap into my hands I placed them underneath the warm water, giving them a good scrub. Drying my hands on a towel placed on the sink, I took my place next to Booker and began chopping the stalk of broccoli.

"In the month and a half that I've known you, I've noticed a difference in you,” I stated, still cutting the broccoli up.

Booker glanced over at me, "Like what?" he asked curiously, dumping the mushrooms into a pan on the stove.

"Well for one, you don't look so haggard," I commented, placing my knife down and picking up the cutting board.

"Haggard?" Booker repeated, breathing out a laugh. "Wow, Livia," he chuckled, taking the board from my hands and tipping the broccoli into in the pan as well.

"Wait, let me finish!" I said, laughing myself now. "There's a glow to your skin. I can sense a newfound joy in you, an emotion that you believed would never return," I continued, and from the corner of my eyes I saw Booker still. "And your eyes," I breathed, shaking my head. "Your eyes always conveyed to me of a man who lives in silent misery. Your eyes would say what your mouth would not," I explained, my voice taking on a softer tone. "But now, I can see a small shine, a little glimmer twinkling in your eyes," I finished, turning my head slightly to look at Booker, who seemed to be stock still.

Silence swept over the small room, apart from the sounds of the vegetables in the pan sizzling and the wind outside softly rustling the colorful leaves on the trees. My heart began hammering in my chest, the elongated silence from Booker made me nervous. God, I hope I didn't say anything that offended him.

I cleared my throat and brushed the bangs of my hair away from eyes, "I don't know, maybe I've been reading too many of those poems you suggested," I guessed, chuckling while shaking my head.

A warm, rough hand covered the top of mine and my head snapped up to look at Booker.

"I guess, it's kind of hard to remain gloomy when you have a neighbor that is the personification of a ray of sunshine, annoyingly persistent as she may be," Booker teased, looking down at me with sincereness in his eyes and a small smile gracing his lips.

I playful bumped his arm with my own, "You love it though," I teased back, sticking my chin out.

"I do," he agreed softly, stroking his thumb back and forth across my hand.

The gesture sent shivers down my spine and goosebumps raised on my arms. Booker's exquisite blue eyes were locked with my rich brown orbs. The proximity between us was making it hard to breathe, all Booker had to do was lean his head down a little further and—let me not get ahead of myself.

"More wine?" I squeaked out, trying to regain my breath subtlety.

Booker smirked, almost as if he knew the effect he had on me, "I would love some," he answered, giving my hand a squeeze before removing it to work on the garlic bulbs.

I turned around, a grin on my face as I held my hand against my chest. I made my way back over to kitchen table, a slight spring in my step, to where a bottle of unopened wine was located. Grabbing the corkscrew, I jammed it into the top of the bottle and began twisting the knob a few times until the familiar and gratifying loud pop of a wine bottle being uncorked echoed throughout the room. It startled me, but at the same time a satisfied smile grew on my face until I heard Booker swear loudly behind me. Immediately, I placed the bottle down and turned around to see little red droplets dripping from Booker's fingers and onto the floor.

"Oh my god Booker!" I exclaimed, rushing to his side.

"It's nothing Livia!" he insisted, cradling his bloody hand as he moved towards the sink.

"Nothing?" I repeated, disbelief clear in my face. I moved in front of him and grabbed his wrist to show him the severity of his wound. "Booker, your palm is split wide open!" I pointed out, my tone turning frantic "We need to go to the hospital!" I stated, releasing his wrist and turning around to grab the towel from the sink.

"Livia-"

"Here!" I began, spinning back around to face Booker. "Use the towel to...." I instructed, but slowly trailed off as my eyes widened at what I was witnessing.

My breath began to quicken, becoming shallow as I watched the skin on Booker's palm draw itself back together. The towel fell limply from my hand and onto the floor with a soft thud. Slowly, I raised my hand and covered my mouth in horror as I watched tendon by tendon mend itself, and at that moment I felt my stomach lurch and a strong wave of nausea hit, forcing me to place a hand on my stomach in order to calm it down. The deep laceration on Booker's palm inexplicably became a mere scratch before the scratch itself simply disappeared.

As if Booker never injured himself in the first place.

"What the hell!" I whispered, my eyes still glued to Booker's his hand. The image of his palm knitting itself back together flashed in my mind, making me slightly gag. I lifted my eyes to Booker's who's face had gone ashen and was contorted with unease. "What the hell was that?" I asked, my voice once again not above a whisper, but the panic laced through the question couldn't be clearer.

"Livia, I can explain," Booker stated slowly, reaching his bloody hand out to me and taking a small step in my direction.

My eyes slightly widened again and I recoiled backwards, my back running into the cupboard. I tightly gripped the counter as I watched Booker's shoulders deflate like a balloon losing air, hurt was evident in his eyes at my reaction to him and a sad frown formed on his face. The silence was deafening in Booker's apartment, the only thing I could hear was the blood pounding in my ears. I slid my body along the cupboard, reaching down to snatch my coat from the chair that was next to it.

"I-I need t-to go," I announced shakily, avoiding Booker's stare.

Hurriedly, I moved to the door and made haste of the lock on the door, nearly yanking the door of its hinges as I left.

"Livia, wait!" Booker called, and I thought I heard movement behind me. "Please!" He pleaded.

My hands fumbled around in my coat pocket for my keys, but finally managing to grab them. I nearly sprinted towards my door even though it was only a short distance away. My hands trembled as I inserted the key into my door and jerked the key hard, twisting the doorknob and pushing my door open. I entered my apartment straight away and as I went to shut the door I paused, glancing at the apartment door across from me. Out of nowhere, the sound of glass shattering across the hall made me jump back, causing the door to slam shut louder than I intended it to. I slid the deadbolt lock into place and did the same with the bottom lock, leaning my forehead against the door, closing my eyes.

I flipped around with my back against the door, slowly I slid down the door and covered my face with my hands.

"What the fuck did I just see unfold in Booker's apartment?"

Chapter Five: Avoidance

#the old guard #the old guard fanfiction #old guard fanfiction #black fanfiction #black original character #black!oc #black!female character #booker #sebastien le livre #old guard #booker x oc #booker x reader #the old guard imagine

[murdersexual]

Part III? To that LeoPika fic~?!

🚨WARNING!🚨

-Rated MA.

-Sex, Drugs, Alcohol, Gambling and Gun Violence.

-Cussing.

-NOT PROOFREAD.

-I wrote this at 3am and absolutely love this one.

-Edit was done by me... Pic was found on Google somewhere lmao.

-Nicknames: Birthday Koi/Koi Fish/Fishie: Leorio (cause he’s a Pisces) and Smol Ram/Blondie and whatever I used is obviously Kurapika.

✨Ship/Pairing✨

-LeoPika (Leorio x Kurapika)

Part III: All In Or Fold:

Bridge To World Resorts Hotel - 10:34pm:

“Where are you taking me...?”

An annoyed sigh left Kurapika. He knew he was gonna ask that fucking question.

“You’re doing the very thing I told you that agitates me...”

Leorio turns up his lip and rolls his eyes. A heavy sigh leaves him. As they walk across the tubular glass bridge, Leorio takes in the sights of the night skyline. The bright lights were always a sight to look at, besides a bodacious beauty of course.

“Oh good evening, Fine Sir and Madame Fatale~”

Greeted a pair of rich women dressed in mini dresses. They looked high if not drunk. Nonetheless, their killer curves caught Leorio’s eyes and he instantly returned their greeting...

“Good Evening Ladies~ Hope to see you around the casino~”

That suave voice of his was enough to make their lower halves quiver with excitement. While he was too busy watching them, an unimpressed Kurapika stopped in his tracks just to feel Leorio run into him.

“Agh! Seriously?!”

“Unbelievable...”

And with that, he kept walking. Leorio gave him a glare before huffing. His semi exposed chest quickly expanded only to drop. His hands were in his pocket but every time there was a silky greeting from any of the women who bypassed, he’d take out his left hand and wave. His bright 1000-watt smile was enough to charm them every time. Giving a wave only to those who didn’t really assume his gender is the little ram. The closer they were getting to their destination, the more anxiety started to lowkey rise.

‘What to expect? Probably for him to be not surprised but on the inside, he’d be flattered... Then he’d leave... Maybe he’ll be flustered? Or actually surprised and flustered? But... he’d still leave...’

The thought bothered him, his grey orbs gave a casual swish to each of his sides. As unnerving it could be, he realised that the outcome will never change. Once Leorio’s mind is made up, he’ll never go back on his words. To play a game such as Russian Roulette, one needn’t to fear the outcome but only hope for the best...

However, in these circumstances?

The mighty fatal bullet was shot and caught.

Finally, the two made their destination. The jingle of keys chimed in the emptied hallways. Finding a card key and tapping it, the reader gave a soft beep and with a gentle twist? The door came open. Stepping in, the light from the hallways illuminated their backs, their shadows on the ground appeared outstretched. With his left hand feeling the side of the wall, Kurapika finds a circular knob and twists it to where the lights are dimly lit. Taking that jet black blazer off and hanging it up, a soft sigh of relief emits from the little ram. Spotting an ice bucket with a fancy bottle of the finest of Hennessy, he didn’t hesitate to head over to it.

“Huh, bougie... Now what are you showing me?”

Popping the top and sliding a glass over, he takes a few ice cubes and places them in it. Staring at the second one, he hesitantly slides it over and does the same.

“Patience is still a weakness for you, I see.”

Staring intensely at him, he roams over and ‘kindly’ snatches the glass up. Taking some of it down, he leans lightly against the table and once their eyes meet?

“And prolonging the inevitable is still your favourite coping method, I see.”

They never left. It’s moments like these where they were would never stop looking for any weaknesses.

“Since when…?”

Finally the incomplete question comes rolling off the blondie’s tongue.

“...Have you’ve known me to ever do such...?”

Sipping down some of that drink, he could feel how it burns the back of his throat, however, he plays it off rather coolly. Dealing with Leorio and his aggression will always be a hassle—forever plucking at his nerves. What’s the best way not to engage him in combat?

By having a pretty levelled drink of course.

As their eyes finally left one another with Kurapika leaving from the wonderful shot table, Leorio’s never truly left. His eyes saw how calmly unnerved he is and it actually pleased him. Who knew he still could rattle the blondie?

“Well... I mean, since now and we don’t wanna even get into the times that—“

Before the fishie could finish?

He was cut off.

“There were no such times, but nice try though.”

He saw him glancing over his shoulder, the look in his eye showed he was defensive and it just made him smirk. His patience started to dwindle, that pride of the little ram’s wasn’t going to allow him to pluck at his strings.

“Hmph, whatever you say~ I remember everything despite I may not look it~”

He sang, now taking one of the cubes and popping it into his mouth. He gave a singsong like chuckle. The sound of that always gave Kura the wrong type of chills up his spine. He stopped in his bedroom’s doorway, his eyes immediately taking time to adjust to the thick dark. They slowly swished to the right then to the left.

“Hmm...”

While he was momentarily lost in thought, his feet carried him to his destination. A cherrywood gothic styled two door wardrobe with the fresh wooden polish was always a nostalgic reminder... Turning a few lock combinations that’s been cleverly installed, it clicks open and he’s able to pull the handles apart.

“Ah... Here it is...”

Taking up a jet black chest in his arms, he roams back to the main room, just to find the birthday boy, chilling at his desk and turning on music.

“Go ahead and play...”

Leorio’s eyes widened! The song of choice is very mellow, something that’s very contradictory yet relatively random. ‘Love Calls’ by Kem. Many questions went through Leorio’s mind, but now it’s not only him. Instantly pouring another shot, he clears his throat, finding it ever so awkward.

“Okay then... I suppose, ahem... What the fuck is that?!”

It took a moment for the smol ram to adjust to the sight of this tall fucker sitting at his desk like it’s his own. His feet being kicked up, jacket around the chair, shot glass in his hand and of course toying with his damn music station. His eye wanted to twitch but at all costs he’s refrained from showing how slightly triggered he is. After regaining his composure, he shuffles on over and drops the chest on his lap. Now leaning against the right side of the desk, one arm folds under the other.

“Hmm, I don’t know, you tell me.”

Feeling mighty suspicious, the koi fish takes it and undoes the latch, his hazel eyes were rather shocked to see...

A picture just before the whole Yorknew incident.

“Oh no way...”

Their eyes met for a moment with a soft smirk on Kura’s face and a genuinely shocked expression remains on Leorio’s. Setting that picture aside, his hand reaches in and pulls out what appears to be a mood board with blue flowers and aesthetic blue letters with glitter that says ‘Sleep Well’. There are screenshots of a infamous text argument between the two of them.

“Are you kiddin’ me?!?! This is when I threatened to suplex your ass into oblivion.”

Sentiment softened his eyes at such a board, a smile curved its way onto his handsome face.

“Exactly, it’s still such a disappointment you didn’t come and do it too.”

The side eye that was sharply given indicated that he’s here now and won’t hesitate to do it. Kurapika remains unbothered, that smirk on his face now hinting at a bit of mischief.

“There’s another one... Oh hell nah! Is this our conversation as we split before Yorknew?”

It’s another aesthetic text mood board with stickers of airplanes and clouds that has the bedazzled letters for the words ‘Fly High’ and ‘Stay Together’. It’s little things like this that warms the fishie’s heart. He sips his shot casually as his gaze scans through.

“I... am in disbelief... YOU actually made these? With what fucking time?!”

Kura rolls his eyes dismissively.

“The time I managed to find...”

Setting that aside, he finds another mood board, this time with pictures from Yorknew. From how they all met up at the park, had a picnic and the way everyone was so relaxed, even how they all sat at the end of the slide, just like how they slid down together during the hunter exam. There was a surrounding innocence around each of those photos. This one had a flower that matched every personality and the bedazzled letters were also coloured for the word that was used is...

Family.

That one right there was enough to melt the iceberg around Leorio’s heart.

“I... This... Mmmm this is so fuckin’ adorable... For you especially!”

“Hmph, leave your flattery for the last one... I do apologise in advance for its unfinished...”

The confidence that surrounded those words excited the koi fish. He sets that board aside and pulls out one that is most definitely unfinished, it’s black and white themed, with the halfway bedazzled words ‘Man or a Monster’. It’s screenshots of the many missed calls and texts. But there’s a screenshot of a text that was never sent...

‘Whilst this apology may fall upon blind eyes and a closed heart, I’m humbly sorry that I have to ask that you please remain patient with me. There’s so much I’d like to express but specific circumstances will not allow me the time... I promise you that I’m not ignoring you, if anything, your calls and texts are a constant reminder for how blessed I am. I’m not entirely sorry for the path I’ve chosen, but I’m sorry for hurting you.’

After reading that text that has a not delivered icon by it, Leorio found himself slowly looking at the blondie. No words really left him. He stared at him, taking in this so-called horrible best friend of his. Those hazel eyes had lost all sense of anger and were replaced with a gentle twinkle. A soft chuckle emits as he now downs his shot.

“So...”

“You’re about to ask why I never sent it? Well... something told me that had I done it would only further complicate things and so I... didn’t.”

Finally looking out the large windows made of the finest of bulletproof glass, the little bit of a shot he has left is downed. The little ram hated how his answer came out. It gave him way more anxiety than it should’ve.

“You can never look me in the eyes whenever you tell such a harsh truth...”

Putting his glass down and reaching for the bottle that Leorio actually passes over he couldn’t help but wonder what else could lay heavy on his chest.

“Because I don’t like seeing those flashes of pain, I feel ultimately guilty and it’s just haunting.”

In the back of his sharp mind, he had to stop himself from saying...

‘Just like I would hate the way you’d look at me if you saw me in such a state of vulnerability...’

After nearly pouring a full glass, he takes that glass back up and casually sips on it. Those pale grey orbs finally finding Leorio’s again. There was a brief moment of silence and it didn’t help that ‘Take a Message’ by Remy Shand played in the background. It added to the dimmed and heartfelt ambience that’s currently going on right now. With a smirk gracing the koi fish’s face, he raises an eyebrow...

“You? Being sensitive? Having a side that’s softer than the finest of plush? Trust me, I love seeing this but there’s no more priceless feeling of knowing how you truly feel... I mean tch, yeah, still fuck you, but you really pull through when needed.”

Poor Kurapika nearly choked on his drink. His gaze instantly swishing around in a startled motion before turning away to hide his now pinkish tinted cheeks.

“You love seeing it if it’s a way to poke at it... Like you’re doing now.”

He wondered if he’d actually stick around now...

“I mean yeah, but I don’t think I’d stick a goddamn knife and twist it in ya... I ain’t that cruel.”

Although he knew what he meant, the idea of him leaving was taken as a stab and twist. Of course, he’d never come to say it. Leorio reaches and hooks a finger around his belt loop and with the slightest of tugs, a tiny bit of stumbling comes from the little ram. In reflex, his hand grabbed his hand and there was a threatening glare.

“I was just trying to see what you were hiding from me~”

The way those words came rolling off of Leorio’s tongue sounded way too melodic... In the most playfully teasing tone. The rosy cheeked blondie huffed! His mind was a bit frenzied... What the fuck did he really mean by those words? His heart felt like a rabbit’s for it rapidly raged against his chest.

“I’m not hiding any—!”

“You’re ever so flustered! Look at how pink you are! Haha!”

That wavy brown hair mocked his movements as he tossed his head back to laugh. There’s a look of disapproval now forming on Kurapika’s pretty little face. With a soft bite of his bottom lip he uses his nails to scratch his hand.

“OW!”

Now turning his lip up with a low growl, the hazel eyed koi fish slips his hand from him only to use his leg to shove him away before replacing it. A victorious laugh emits as he sees him stumble and nearly drop his glass.

“Can never stand it, can you?! Ahahaha~”

With a slow turn to face him, all he sees is that devilishly handsome smirk on his face as he holds his glass up.

“Seeing you flustered like a high school girl who’s just seen her crush is the most spectacular gift I could ever ask for~ Haha, now I’ll drink to that~”

In that moment, Kurapika froze, his gaze taking in this koi fish that’s dressed in all black. Despite his ignorance, he would never admit that at times Leorio can serve some looks. Those words did fall on partially deaf ears though. What mattered in that moment was how different Leorio seemed. Hell, in a two year span, there are quite a few changes a person can go through. Whether it’s physical, mental, emotional and or spiritual. That’s what the little ram is seeing right now... How far he’s come as a person.

“Look, I know I’m fine and all but you lookin’ kinda sus...!”

It wasn’t until then he snapped out of his mental appreciation for him. With a smirk and a quiet chuckle, that grey gaze had softened.

“Is it a crime to admire how much you’ve grown within the last two years~?”

Swinging his long toned legs off the desk, he casually packs up the jet black chest, totally trying to come up with a witty answer to that obvious rhetorical question. Once he closes it, he nods slowly while calmly getting up from the chair. Holding close to his heart is that chest and he can’t help but turn pink at such a sentimental craft.

“Everything you do is a damn crime nowadays! But I thank you for the gift, it means so much to—!”

“Wait, n-no... The gift was you looking AT it NOT taking it!”

Now frowning at such ridiculousness, the birthday koi steps back like somebody just slapped him! The little ram slowly readied to chase him for it. Kicking his shoes off to reveal those jet black socks.

“What the fuck do you mean?! I do believe I have all right to keep this!”

“No you don’t!”

“I do!”

And the back and forth has begun! Suddenly, it was like that wonderful moment never existed. There’s Kurapika now walking over to snatch that chest only for those quick reflexes of Leorio’s to hold it high in the air. He wasn’t even gonna reach no more... But with the intense and competitive glares they’re giving each other?

Determination grew tenfold.

Reaching for that chest once more is a soft growling Kurapika! He even stood on his toes, much like a balanced ballerina would. Just for the trickster koi to smile victoriously.

“There’s something else that I want for my birthday...”

Raising an eyebrow—being completely suspicious, the blondie slowly drops his arm.

“Humour me....”

Stepping closer to him while still holding that chest protectively, he takes his free hand and covers his eyes.

“Le—!”

Their lips met, both soft and alcohol tinged. The city lights twinkled behind the two, making them appear like silhouettes. Softly nipping the ram’s bottom lip, he suavely says...

“They say stolen kisses are the sweetest and I’m sure yours is the equivalent to Candyland~”

#hunter x hunter #hxh #hxh 2011 #90s anime #anime #hxh 1999 #hxh headcanons #hxh imagines #leorio paladiknight #leorio #kurap1ka #imagine #anime oneshot #one shot #oneshot #writing #headcanon #yaoi ship #likecommentshare #ask response #ask

[exosmutfactory]

Dark Horse-Chapter Two

All I know is that one day my boyfriend and lifelong best friend disappeared. No word of him from anyone. No trace of him anywhere. And after 6 agonizing months, they concluded that he is dead. So why the fuxk do I seeing him strolling around town at 3am?

[ warnings: Baëkhyun is a carnivore, okay ]

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 ✓ |

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Observations

“Okay everyone, let’s share what you want to be when you grow up!” Our english teacher, Mrs. Kim, with the typical thick rimmed glasses and perfectly made bun exclaims from behind her desk. Books stacked high and orderly on either side as excitement seeps from her every word. That wild twinkle in her right eye terrifying me without fail.

Hiding behind my shield, I clutch on to the back of his shirt; keeping Mr. Bunny tucked into the crook of my elbow.

“I want to be an astronaut!”

“A doctor!”

“A princess!”

Mrs. Kim smiles while looking over everyone’s glowing faces, but no one shines like the boy hiding my small form from view. “Baekhyun?”

My shield nearly blinds the room with his boxy grin; two front teeth missing as he points his finger to the sky. “My name is Byun Baekhyun!” He proclaims, pointing back at himself, “And I’m going to be the best fencer to ever live!”

Mrs. Kim’s eyes twinkle even more, the unnaturally grey orbs shifting to peek at my shying away form, “Charity?”

Baekhyun steps to the side, and I clutch tighter onto his soft t-shirt, meeting his gentle eyes with my alarmed ones. ‘Go on,’ He wordlessly nods, smiling encouragingly.

“I…” I squeak, hiding in my shirt collar; keeping my eyes steady in his. Taking a deep breath, I start over again, “I want to be…”

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“ey...”

“He..”

My brows furrow as I curl my stiff fingers; struggling to open my eyes. It feels almost as if my eyelids are glued together.

“HEY!”

With a start, my eyes snap open. I shoot up into a sitting position—actions that leave me crying out in pain at the unpleasant crack of my stiff bones and the hot tears pouring from my throbbing eyes.

“Get up.” A figure hisses; their silhouette blurry until I’m able to rub the blinding eyelashes and tears from my eyes.

“W-What,” I croak, rubbing my sore throat. “What time is it?”

The old man scoffs, tapping his cane against the brick wall. “8:30, Wednesday the 11th.” He grunts.

My brows furrow, Wednesday? But it’s-

“Baekhyun...” Narrowed green eyes, “He’s dead.”

Crimson smirking lips, “...I thought we had somëthïng spëcïal, Charïty.”

Split jaw; large mouth; crooked teeth; red and black demon eyes. Rancid breath; tight grip; a blaring siren from afar. “Sorry little lamb. We’ll play more next time.” A glimpse of blinding light. “For now, I’ll be watching.”

“See you, sweetheart.”

My eyes widen in horror and I splutter; scrambling to my feet. Days… He left me here for 3 days. Fuck. “T-Thank you.” I mumble, hastily bowing to the old man; wincing at the tear-inducing pull at my sore joints. Fuck I'm fucking late!

He tuts in displeasure. “Do that again and you might find yourself dead.” He grumbles, spewing more incoherent insults while slowly carrying on down the street.

Watching him go, I sigh, rubbing my scratchy throat and taking a look around the shaded alley. The slight glimmer of a familiar red liquid twinkling in the dim light catching my eye. I squint at it, blinking in surprise when the unnatural blood quickly shrinks to nothing; only dirtied asphalt left in its wake.

Feeling a shiver go down my spine, I quickly shake my head; exiting the smelly space and walking home on stiff legs. My eyes constantly looking over my shoulder. The rest of my memories of Sunday come back full force once I reach my apartment complex; images of a certain white-haired suave man making me flinch. God, she really knows how to mess things up, doesn’t she?

A familiar buzzing warmth flares up on my skin. I gently place a hand over the cross resting above my heart; whispering a few words and waiting for it to cool down before warily eyeing my surroundings again. I don’t know what I expected from that demon, but it surely wasn’t this.

Slipping into my apartment, I quickly shut the door and lock the dead-bolt, checking that everything is secure before limping to the kitchen. Grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, I sink down into a dining chair, sighing in relief at the coolness sliding down my parched throat. Setting the empty bottle on the table, I close my eyes. Baekhyun is alive...I can feel it. I always do.

But where is he?

The sudden urge to cough itches away at my chest. Wherever he is, that thing—

Bending over, I roughly hack and cough into my hand; the feeling of a warm liquid making my eyes go wide. Shakily pulling my hand away, I gasp at the amount of red covering my palm.

Pushing away from the table, I stumble over to the pantry; flinging the door open and scanning the shelves. Where is it? Striding back out in hast, I take to the cupboards and cabinets, groaning in annoyance at the tightening feeling building in my chest. Where is it!?

Suddenly recalling the last place I left it, I quickly spin around to sprint out of the room; hissing when my forearm roughly bumps into the back of the chair. Why does it hurt ten times more when your body is ice—

I suck in a breath, warily glancing down at it halfway down the hall. A burning red, blistering patch of tissue left where my skin is supposed to be.

Flinching, I fling open the door with force, clutching the top nightstand drawer before the door collides with the wall. The drawer falls to the ground with a loud clang; my knees buckling before I can pull out the vital with cramping fingers, gritting my teeth as I painstakingly screw it open. The familiar scent of honey dew and sunkissed roses adding a temporary soothe to my screaming body. One drop. I eye the purple contents with unsteady breaths; gripping the dripper and planting one drop on the tip of my tongue. The world snapping out of focus the moment I clumsily set the bottle back into the drawer.

Soft colors....scratchy surface….loud coos….steady breaths.

My eyes peel open to a blurry baby pink ceiling, a white object too close for comfort out the corner of my eye making me flinch. Pulling myself up onto my elbows, I look to the left, blinking at the white dove sitting by my side. “Oh...Nice seeing you again, I guess, ” I greet, my voice surprisingly soft.

The bird continues to give me judging eyes.

“Look, I didn’t mean to go without it again, okay?” I lay back on the floor with a deep sigh. “At this rate, it might happen again-or worse,” I grumble, glaring up at the ceiling.

The little beauty coos insistently as I comb a cluster of soft material out of my tangled hair. “I’m okay,” I murmur, eyeing the fistful of white feathers in my hand, “Thank you for checking in though.” Grinning, I add a teasing, “Mom.”

The dove ruffles its feathers and makes a show of snapping its beak at my arm before taking flight; sailing out my window like the entering wintry breeze.

Shivering, I look around for my winter coat, spotting it draped over the back of my desk chair that’s lying sideways on top of the dresser barricading the door. Looking over to the right at my bed with the mattress halfway hanging off it, I climb to my feet with a sigh. Some things never change.

Amidst tidying up my room, I come across an inky black feather; the thin obsidian strands ruffling over the surface like the waves of a deep dark sea. Crumbling it in my hand, I quickly glance over my shoulder, shoving it deep into my dresser.

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“Cherry!” Mrs. Lee is a tiny ball of wild, brown curls and motherly fury; practically teleporting to the door before I fully step over the threshold. “Where have you been, young lady. I haven’t seen you in weeks!”

Wincing, I press my palm to my throbbing temple, “Sorry ma’am, I think I caught the flu.” I croak, rubbing my sore throat. The vital always leaves my body to the hands of high fevers and sleepless nights—in fact, I dare say it handed me directly over to them.

“I told you to be careful,” She sighs, fixing me a knowing look. “You’re not still sick, are you?”

“No, my throat is just-” Wincing again, I lift my arms as she pulls off my thick, black coat. Closing my eyes at the throbbing pain.

“Shh no more talking,” She scolds, folding the material over her arm, “Go have a seat, I’ll make some tea.”

“But-” The look she shoots my way has my mouth snapping shut. I quietly take a seat at the table closest to a window and the counter as she hangs the coat up and strides to the backroom.

“If you weren’t feeling unwell, I’d give you an earful,” Her voice drifts from the little window; the telltale signs of a pot boiling water adding life to the quiet building.

Tiredly resting my cheek on my palm, I gaze out the window; eyes drooping every now and then. They are sliding shut for the third time when something catches my eye—something white. Something distinctly familiar.

My eyes snap open in realization and I practically slam my face against the glass, watching with a heavy heart as a figure with two lone white braids gets lost in the crowd.

Gulping down the lump in my throat, I grip onto the edge of the table. I’ve forgotten about that damn thing while cooped up in my stuffy apartment. There’s hardly any time to think of the outside world when you’re in the midst of dying from a strong virus and having to deal with your heater going out—speaking of which, I won’t hear from my landlord until the first of January…

Cleaning my jaw, I lean back against the cushioned chair with a hand covering my burning eyes. Looks like I’ll have to take some late night drives for awhile. It’s not like anyone will be out to stop me—

A chime brings me back to the present; my eyes flicking up in alarm at the blurry white blob. My heart lodging itself in my throat.

Quickly wiping my sore eyes, I blink at the random stranger flipping off their white hoodie attached to their fleece coat; their own eyes menacing glaring at my staring form.

Averting my eyes, I graciously take the steaming cup of herbal tea from Mrs. Lee. Softly giving her thanks before she hurries back behind the counter to serve the impatient customer. I look down into the misty mug with a little sigh.

“First a murderer and now…”

An unpleasant screech makes me jump in my seat, the hairs standing up on the back of my neck. Carefully pushing the cup away, I turn my attention back to the window; watching with wide eyes at the shine of a familiar fucking saber reflecting off the concrete and onto my window. The vivid sound of manic laughter echoing in my pounding ears as the man dressed in all black walks out of sight before I can catch a glimpse of his face. A sight that isn’t even needed given the all too telling stance of the casually strolling, white haired being.

“...fencing king is back in town.” 

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Shoving the last stubborn bag of food into the freezer, I press my back to the refrigerator with a tired sigh; tossing my car keys on to the table. Rolling my stiff shoulders before an out of place noise reaches my ears. A barely audible squeak…. and the screech of the brand new window in my bedroom being pushed open—one that I always keep locked. And as if clockwork, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

The vital…

Eyeing the purple pill idly sitting by my keys on the tabletop, I fling it into the trashcan seconds before my room door is thrown open. The pained squeaks of a struggling rat silenced by a single, lewd squelch.

Steadying my breath, I face the glowing individual standing in the doorway. It stares right back at me with those blood-red pupils; licking red covered fingertips as its manic grin turns into a boxy, sinister smile.

“Hï lïttlë lamb.”

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Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 ✓ |

Late asf update BECAUSE of my sudden writer's block at the end of last year. Hopefully I can get plenty more chapters of this story posted before it happens again! I'm slowly but surely figuring out how I want the story to go so it's helping the whole writing process <3 

Thank you for sticking around during this 2 month dry spell and all the support!

Happy Valentine's ^-^ ♡♡

#baekhyun angst

[monohart]

stardust. (idol!au)

ft. huang renjun, failure and a secret relationship.

i’m back after a long break, haha. this was an old writing that had been sitting up in my drafts for a while... happy 2019! please spend this year showing more love to renjun. :)

thank you, and enjoy!

when you were cut from the line up for sm’s new group renjun was 100 times more devastated then u were

u were like hey rj cmon don’t worry i’ll be fine??? i’m sure i can audition for another company or smth?? or wait for the next unit debut??

u even jokingly said maybe u could debut in an nct unit but he couldn’t bring himself to smile

and your chest :(( hurt :(( from seeing him so hurt ;;;

ofc for as long as you remember y’all had been talking about both debuting under sm at the same time so y’all could be chasing your dreams and not be too far away from each other

but that plan failed when renjun debuted first with nct dream and had his schedule Packed w nct promotions and concerts and stuff

he and the other nct guys would sometimes let u sit behind the camera in vlives

this one time omg

(( ok so refer to this for a visual :) ))

u sat behind the camera in the chenle jaemin renjun react to baby don’t stop vlive

even though u were hella scared to be kicked out chenle was like HEY DW I’LL FIGHT ANYONE WHO THINKS YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO BE THERE OKAY

so u snuck out of your practice session slightly earlier to watch them

renjun was so excited u were there but obvs he had to keep it together for the live

then!! lolololol rip your manager found out u snuck out of practice and found u in the room and pulled u out of the room

(u kno that moment when they all looked behind the camera and then turned down the music.. yeah issa bc ur crazy manager almoST ruined the mood)

manager scolded u outside the room for a good few minutes and then told u to get yourself together

and u stood outside the room for a bit longer after manager left

and u were literally about to leave but then guess who u ran into!!!

chittaphon knew about u and rj since the day he met u and him both

it was kinda funny really bc u and rj stood rly awkwardly next to each other at this company event a few years ago and y’all were standing around the other dreamies and some other trainees and suddenly renjun’s hand brushed the side of your leg and u glance at him and he smiles at u and u look away smiling

AND chittaphon, who happens to be taking a nice long sip of his soda SEES THIS and spits his soda out

accidentally sprays soda onto jeffery’s back

but yeah thats another story

anyway!!!!

ten sees u sulking outside the door and peers in and sees renjun and hears bds

u know that smile smirk ten does when he knows whats Up™.

yeah he does that and be like

“eyy why don’t u go in???”

then u give him a breakdown of what happened with skipping practice and being caught by the manager

and hes like :o

but chittaphon is chittaphon so he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you back into the practice room and hides you in a corner just out of view

and then he sneaks onto them!!

then jaemin... quick-eyed, lovely doe-eyed jaemin... sees u hiding and nudges renjun ever so slightly

he sees u and before he gets flustered ten’s all over him asking how the mv was and flustered rj tries to keep his cool while showering chittaphon w compliments

and u know how ten looks at him like That :^)

and jaemin keeps peeking over their shoulders

yeah :))

OK I SPENT TOO LONG DESCRIBING THIS

but anyway, on that night u were cut from the line up

after the news got to him he sits down and was just like

:(

because he knew how much debuting meant to u and

and... YOUR DREAMS TO BE TOGETHER :(( debuting together and always being close to each other

and u mentioned before that if u dont debut in the next five years u prolly would quit the entertainment industry

maybe go back to school and study some or idk work in a less chaotic industry

in that moment he remembered what u said and was a little heartbroken too

he tried to find you in your usual practice room but u weren’t there and he shouldn’t be loitering around so he gave up and let you have some space

bet u he sulked all the way home

you had travelled back to your dorm because u needed some time alone oof

it took u a good few hours to deal with the news and when u were ready to talk about it again, it was like 3am but u still gave his mobile a call

he picked up on the second ring and said to meet him outside your dorm in a few mins and y’all can go take a walk or smth for some fresh air

so u guys go to the park for a nice quiet walk in the dead of night hhh

u had so many things to say but mostly u were worried with your relationship w him and how y’all were supposed to balance that out given his priorities with nct and you as... just a trainee...

u didnt have to explain anything or other bc he suddenly goes

“what if we went public with our relationship?”

u look up at his face that was hidden behind a mask and his glasses

u deadass thought he was kidding but his that look in his eyes were like hella serious

“just think about it for a second. maybe we don’t have to bring it to the fans, but at least let the company know”

and u were like no way they’ll just do anything to keep yall apart

he didnt answer after that and not too long later yall started heading back to your dorm

it was almost 5am and the streets were still dark and renjun had an arm around your waist and you leant against him and yall walked slowly bc honestly u guys haven’t slept a wink and its been a Really Long day

your dorm was a street away from his

actually he stops about a street or two away from your dorm bc another idol group also lived in the same building as u and there were always sasaengs and people w cameras outside your dorm

u were a trainee so it didnt bother u but renjun was renjun :,)

plus he actually wanted sum privacy so he could kiss u.. so...

hsaksdnd

there was a narrow alley just around the back of the apartment block next to yours

u would never go there alone kasdnj it was scary at any time of the day

tbh

u wouldn’t go even if someone was there with u

maybe it was the heat of the moment or u were just so down that day

it didn’t rly bother u when renjun gently backed u up against the wall and hugged u n took off his mask n buried his face in the crook of ur neck

and that immediately put a smile on your face ur like baby wyd its 5am

hes looks at u like :(( and says “i miss u” in a quiet quiet voice & in his mother tongue

u knew what it meant and hearing him say it in chinese made you uwu to mars

then he showers u with like tiny tiny butterfly kisses and he wraps his arms around u to make u feel safe and warm

which u do!!

he holds u up too when ur knees buckle a bit but then just continues kissing u hehehe

its all sweet and innocent but his kisses last just a tiny bit longer each time, as if hes scared that you’d run away

after he finishes kissing u he meets your eyes and u literally watch his orbs go all soft and he hides his face in your neck again while u mutter about how much of a big baby he is

the goodnight was!!!

the hardest thing y’all had to do omg

he literally didnt want to let u go

and when he did and when u started walking toward ur building u kept looking back, wanting him to head off but he didnt and stood there waiting for u to go in

and u didnt want to go in without knowing he was on his way home and was safe on the walk back wdf it was almost 6am

then when u were almost at the door u saw he hadn’t moved an inch

so u run back to him

he was still standing at the spot where y’all parted - which was a few streets down and out of sight

he scolds u for running back out but he smiles when doing so and u snap his mask back onto his face and kisses him over the mask like 200 times and u couldnt see but hes like dying from the giggles

anyway eventually y’all go home :,) it just took forever :,)

the next day u head to the building in the afternoon to catch up on some sleep

u were a bit guilty to find out renjun went back to work at 7am which meant he practically didnt get any sleep

y’all brush shoulders in the cafeteria but he was walking w hyuck and his manager so u couldn’t stop and chat

tho u couldn’t help but notice his manager steal a glance at u when u walked by and he had this really weird smile on his lips

made u go like huh.,, maybe he recognises me from the many Brief encounters yall had before

anyway u were doing some vocal and keyboard practice later in the afternoon when the door to the private training suite opened and two loud boys stumbled in

made u rly surprised bc u never expected it to be them??

it was taeyong and winwin??

they were both looking at u like :))) as if they did something great :))

taeyong introduces himself formally but you’re like ,, um u know we’ve met before at this function and hes like OH,,, sorry

anyway they were there to tell u how renjun couldn’t shut up about u since he went back to the dorm last night and now all of nct knows about everything to know about u and him (if they hadn’t already)

you’re just like .,, oof what embarrassing stuff did he say

they’re like NO ALL NICE STUFF,, a bit cringey at times

but !! nct wanted to help u

so earlier today

johnny and jaehyun spoke to their managers and night night producers and asked if they could hire a third radio dj - yknow someone who also speaks english and is really nice and entertaining and funny and cool like u are!!

that idea is now In The Talks

winwin brought up a variety thing china line and their managers had been thinking about for a while and also asked if they could consider u

nct managers be like ok so who actually is this trainee and why are all 18 boys obsessively asking to include her in nct activities

later that day when u see renjun again he was just heading off but he came around your practice room to see u before he left

thankfully u were the only one left at practice as the others were away busy preparing for their debut or smth :,)

u didnt hear him come in bc u were sitting in the middle of the room on the floor scrolling replying to week old texts oop hehe

renjun sneaks up behind u and hugs u from behind and kisses your cheek

he got a bit scared when u didn’t respond as explosively as he thought... for a second he thought he got the wrong person poor bean he was so nervous hhh

you chuck your phone aside and tackle him and he falls onto his back and yall kinda lay there on the ground for a bit

and you told him about taeyong and winwin visiting u and he just smiles

“you inspire me.”

“me? inspire you? you’re huang freakin’ renjun, and i, of all people, inspire you?”

“yeah”

“don’t understand u sometimes”

he turns his head to look at u and u turn to look at him and he kinda just admires you for a while then reach over and touches your cheek

it wasnt even a sweet caress or anything he literally just

touched

your cheek

“renjun what the heck”

then he laughs and u laugh and u snuggle against him and for the first time that week both of u feel completely at ease bc even though the dream u guys shared at the beginning was completely shattered,

y’all would still find a way around it

and knowing so many people around u still supported u guys meant so much

especially to renjun bc u were his everything and he’d do anything for u

and i mean it!!!

#huang renjun #renjun #nct renjun #renjun imagines #renjun scenarios #renjun imagine #nct dream renjun #nct 2018 #nct 2018 renjun #renjun fluff #nct china #nct china line #nct dream #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #nct dream scenarios #nct dream imagines #boyfriend au #idol au #renjun boyfriend

[cheollies]

Seasons (Wonwoo x Reader)

(Small elements of a Badboy! Wonwoo)

Genre: tbh i don’t even know. 

Warning: some sexual content but it’s like 3 sentences. 

Word Count: 2,385 (WHY IS THIS SO LONG)

Summer

The sky turned black, little stars scattered about, masking itself with the dark. But the house was illuminating, music still blaring, house shaking from the beat.

You noticed him staring. The boy, ashy black hair, darkest orbs, ears covered in various trinkets, and a pitch black bomber hugging him. Staring, from across the room was it towards you or someone behind you. What was his name? You pondered to yourself as the night continued.

You ran into him later. Trying to exit the bathroom, you bumped as he tried to enter. “Sorry.” you both spoke before leaving as strangers.

The bottle spinning in the middle of the group, you watched from the sides as your friend puckered her lips to the male across from her. She gestures for you to join but you shake your head, content with sitting on the couch. Across the room, leaning over a counter, you catch eyes with him before turning back to the game.

The party has died down, some slept on couches, some chattering about, and your friend doing god knows what upstairs with the boy she ran off with.

Should you leave? Should you not leave? It was midnight and you really didn't feel like walking alone at night. Another drink, you decide. At the table you pour the liquid into your cup, a presence next to you causing you to look.

The ashy haired male glances too. One glance, two glances, and again separating as strangers.

The clock struck 3am. You discovered yourself outside, in the backyard where the emptiness made time stand still. The warm air kissed your skin, barefeet, pressing against the soil, grass tickling your toes.

The back door clicked and you turned your head. He stared at you, eyes scanning up and down. His lips sealed shut, his orbs mesmerizing you.

“um hi.” you spoke meekly and in response he nodded in acknowledgment.

The silence filled in. You were glued to the sight of the stars, twinkling, one by one. You bent your knees, placing a hand to the ground, checking for wetness so a stain wouldn't be made present on your pants. A jacket fell on top your head. You stood, pulling the fabric. A bomber jacket.

The boy avoided your gaze, “You can sit on it.”

You held the jacket back, “it's alright.”

“Just use it.” He sighed.

“Well then you use it too.” you retaliated.

Spreading the bomber across the ground, you seated yourself on one side, coaxing him to take the other. Legs touching, silent sighs, quick glances.

“Does it hurt?”

His eyes finally met yours, curiosity he saw in your eyes. He hummed, as if asking you to continue.

You gestured to your own ear, “getting all those piercings. Does it hurt?”

He shrugged in response, “sometimes. Sometimes not.”

You nodded, “I'm y/n by the way.”

“Wonwoo.”

“Wonwoo.” the name slipped off your tongue and into silence.

Sitting, quietly, for who knows how long or how your head leaned against his shoulder. The sun poked its head out, pink hues touching the sky and the birds began their calls.

“Y/N!” the shout of your name made both of your heads turn. You noticed the way her voice trailed off at once Wonwoo looked, “umm we should head out. You know get home.”

You nodded as she disappeared back into the house. You and Wonwoo stood to your feet, dusting yourself off of any loose grass on you while Wonwoo slipped his bomber on.

When you exited the home with your friend clinging to your arm, you looked back, noticing his stare still on you, and you waved and his lips curled as he looked away.

“Of all guys,” your friend spoke, “you had to choose Jeon Wonwoo.”

You tilted your head in confusion, “what do you mean.”

“Bad reputation.” She yawned in between her words, “fights, suspended, I heard gang once. You don't wanna be with him.”

You solemnly nod, tuning her out the rest of the way home.

Fall

You saw him once in awhile. He attended the same university. Often leaning against a wall, staring at who know what as his friend chattered next to him.

When you saw him, eyes locking in the hallway, his leaning became straight, his eyes never breaking yours. Would he come? You asked. Would he stop you? You wondered.

“We're gonna be late.” your friend would call, arm linked with yours, dragging you along as you kept your head back to see him.

“What was that?” his friend asked, following Wonwoo's gaze towards you.

Wonwoo pushed the boys shoulder, walking opposite of your direction, “it's nothing.”

With the push of the doors, you exited the library. Making your way to the doors leading outside, you pushed the bar, the cold wind catching you by surprising, your hands jump off, the door slams. You rub your hands together, staring helplessly at the trees viciously swaying outside.

A cough. You turn, he stands awkward in front of you. Avoidant eyes and jacket in hand.

“Hi.” You whisper.

He hums, and the jacket in his hand extends out towards you, “Here.”

Wonwoo glances, you give him a look, one he can’t decipher. Did he do something wrong?

“You’re gonna be cold too. I can’t take it.” you push his hand back to him.

Quick and sweet, Wonwoo wraps the jacket around your shoulder. Your heart flutters. His skips.

You stutter, “I...uh….I don’t think I should take it. It’s yours, what if I can’t return it.”

“I’ll walk you.”

You blink innocently. As he starts his way out the door. You pull your arms through the jacket, zipping it quickly to chase the boy. It’s still. The sounds of crunching leaves below your feet. The jacket sleeves fall far over your hands, and you finally notice how tall the silent boy is.

Wonwoo’s hands remain tucked in his front pockets, the short sleeves of his shirt flapping with the wind. He shivers slightly. Maybe she won’t notice. You notice.

“Coffee.” The one word slips from your mouth, “We should stop and get coffee. I need it, I have an exam due so I have to work all night on it.”

Wonwoo follows you into the empty coffeeshop. Warmth finally embracing his skin and he thanks you in his mind.

“Do you like coffee?” You ask as you sit across from him. Wonwoo hums and takes a sip. Your giggle plays like music in his ears, “Do you always do that?” Wonwoo’s confused. What had he done. You smile amusingly, “Do you always hum in response.”

Wonwoo gives a slow nod, “I like coffee. A lot.”

You laugh, “And he finally responds with words.” It falls silent again, the acoustic music playing softly in the background, “what are you majoring in?”

“Literature.”

“Really.” Wonwoo watches your eyes perk up, “You must really like reading.”

Wonwoo nods, “It’s nice.”

“Last book you read?” You question him.

You watch Wonwoo’s hand move to the back of his neck, a sudden shyness coming off of him, “uh I really don’t wanna say.”

“Oh come on.” You lean in, “It can be our secret.”

Wonwoo pauses. He ponders. Is it weird? Would she think I’m weird? Wonwoo stares at your orbs lighting up. It’s weird. He thinks. But it’s her.

“Me before you.”

Mouth slightly open, and for a second he thinks, oh no. “I absolutely love that book.” Wonwoo melts inside.

Winter

He walked you home every day, stopped at the same coffeeshop every day, and melted at your words every day. Every day, he began to fall in love, even when he felt stabbed. When you had waltzed with him into the coffee shop, spilling the details of your love life. Of a man who wasn’t him.

Only today seemed different.

“Hey.” Wonwoo spoke quietly as you approached him. He noticed your eyes, drained, slightly red on the sides. Something was wrong. What was wrong.

The walk is filled with an uncomfortable silence. Your eyes sting, you wanted to cry. Should you tell him? Of your breakup? Or would it be best to deal with it on your own? The winter air begins to nip at your cheeks and all you want to do now is go home and sleep.

“um.” You pulled Wonwoo’s sleeve, “Can we just go straight to my place. I’m kind of tired.”

He’s hesitant but gives in. Wonwoo follows quietly, slowly matching your walking pace until you both reach your apartment complex. It was warm entering the building but the feeling between you two resembled a coldness.

Wonwoo followed inside your apartment, something it had taken him weeks to prepare him to do but now he does it with ease. You both strip of your thick coats, and you dash to your room to change, leaving Wonwoo to explore your place again.

He sticks his hands into his thin jacket pockets as he follows his footsteps to the familiar photoframe on the kitchen counter. His head tilts, had it always been like this? Had he been too preoccupied by the people in the picture to notice the shattered protective glass.

“What are you doing?”  You ask, stepping out of your room.

Wonwoo hold the picture displaying you and your boyfriend, “This broke, thought I’d let you know.”

“Oh.” Hands falling to your side, “We actually broke up. I got mad and smashed the photo. It’s no big deal.”

Wonwoo finally realizes your silence. He drops the photo, making his way to you, he pulls you in. A condolence hug for you, or was it a hopeful hug for him. He feels you shake in his arms, his shirt is suddenly being stained, and your whails are reaching his ears.

When the tears have ceased, when your body has become still. He pulls away, looking down at you, vulnerable. Your breath hitches as your eyes meet. Your hand reaches to the collar of his shirt, gripping it tightly. You roughly tug him down. Meeting his lips with yours, you push into it and Wonwoo knows it’s bad, Wonwoo knows this is wrong. But god he’s waited so long.

You’re tugging off his jacket, discarding it onto the floor, and you can’t help but question, should you stop. The heat in the apartment grows. Hair being pulled, hands roaming, the moanings echoing off the walls. And only one question. Was this wrong?

You had long fast fallen asleep, Wonwoo lays next to you, eyes glued to the ceiling. He’s answered the question. It was wrong.

Spring

Months. No words. No glances. No wondering. You tried and he ignored. It hadn’t helped that the weather was torturing you. The spring rain had begun to reflect your feelings. The feeling of being without Wonwoo, without his comfortable silence, without his low laughter in your ears while sitting at that coffeeshop.

You watched his figure pass by you, he didn’t glance. You kept your eyes on him, on the girl attached to his arm as if she was queen of the whole school.

“Hung up on him?” Your friend nudged you. She shook her head disapprovingly, “I told you didn’t I. You don’t wanna be with him and here you are now, broken hearted because of him.”

A sigh left your lips, “I think I broke his heart.” the words left your tongue as a whisper.

“Huh?”

You shook your head, “Nevermind. I’ll be back.” Your footsteps followed the way of Wonwoo’s. Maybe today. Maybe today he would talk to you.

Around the corner, you turned. Your footsteps stopped, hands slightly beginning to shake. Wonwoo pulled back from the unwanted kiss, he found you. Frozen, ‘sorry’ he heard you mutter as you turned your heel, leaving the way you had just come from.

“You okay?” Your friend watches a tear fall from your eyes.

“Yeah.’ It blurts out too quickly, “I’m going home.”

Wonwoo sees you. His eyes linger as you contemplate going out into the pouring rain. You turn, catching his eyes, catching the girl smiling dumbly next to him, and you’re off. You shove the door of the building. Books tucked into your arm, walking slowly, would he come? Would he stop you?

“Hey.” Your friend nudges you again. She uses her pencil to point, looking at the pointed way. Wonwoo’s eyes stay with yours for a second before he turns his head, “Looks like he’s dumped the girl.”

The not so bright girl from before seems to have disappeared. His arm free of any attachment. You shrug, turning your attention back to your textbook, hoping everything would disappear. Wishing you had just stayed home.

“Just my luck.” You mutter to yourself. You were cursing yourself, how had you not learned from yesterday to not carry an umbrella.

The raindrops fell quickly. You pushed against the door slightly, sticking a hand out, the water slapped against your skin hard, concluding you’d be drenched before you had even reached home.

A cough.

You stood still. This scene played too familiarly in your head. You let out a long breath, gazing behind you, he stood just like that one day. Eyes avoiding yours as he held a single umbrella.

“I’ll walk you.”

The pitter patter of rain bouncing off the umbrella saved the awkward silence. Stealing a few glances, you wondered, why all of a sudden is he interacting with you.

“Do you always forget an umbrella?”

His question threw you off. In response you hummed, eyes lazily looking forward.

“Look who’s not using words to answer now.”

Your shoulders began to relax, your lips tugging upward, “I always forget an umbrella.”

Wonwoo remembered the way. Of course he did, he practically memorized the directions. Just like months prior, he followed you. Trailing behind you as you walked to your apartment. He stood still at the front, watching you open the door swiftly. The awkwardness set in. How should he say goodbye?

He ponders for a minute, and slowly he speaks, “I hope we can do this again.”

“I hope so too.” words speaking softly. Wonwoo begins his leave until your voice disrupts him, “It wasn’t wrong. If you thought it was wrong, it wasn’t.”

The door shutting reaches his ears. Lips moving upward. Suddenly, Wonwoo was looking forward to tomorrow.

#svt #wonwoo #svt scenarios #wonwoo scenarios #seventeen #seventeen scenarios #jeon wonwoo #badboy au'

[victoria-daydreams]

Till Kingdom Come

Chapter One: My Story Is Much Too Sad to be Told

AN: I’m fairly shocked at the reception this story got, I didn’t expect to gain immediate attraction because I posted it at like 3am lol. Nonetheless, I am grateful to all the people who read this story. Once again, this chapter is dark as well. I promise this whole story is not going to be doom and gloom, but it feels inappropriate to even try to glaze over the cruel treatment of slaves in America and to be honest, this chapter is probably just a glimpse of what real life slaves were put through.

Word Count: 3.1k

Trigger Warnings: slavery, violence, physical/mental abuse, racism, racial slurs

Chapter Two: Life Being What It Is

That was seventeen years ago.

Sabine's life had changed for the "better", at least that's what Mistress Genevieve would try to convince her as such. Sabine certainly didn't see it that way, she was still a slave, after all. Not to mention, that the Martin family has for all intents and purposes, mentally and physically scarred her for the rest of her life.

Sabine was fucking miserable on the Martin Plantation.

From the moment Sabine arrived on the plantation as a child, she became something of a pet project to Genevieve. She taught Sabine arithmancy, how to read, write, and to speak proper English and French. This was not out of kindness though, no, this was a source of derision. Whenever Genevieve would host any type of social gathering, Sabine would find herself being paraded around by her Mistress to her guests.

She despised the gatherings with every fiber of her being, she was subjected to the most degrading comments by the party goers.

"Dear me, I didn't know negros had the capacity to learn how to read,"

"Genevieve, you must have the patience of a saint to be willing to teach a member of an illiterate species,"

"You taught the monkey to read and write? What's next Genevieve, music?"

This is what Sabine had been put through for as long as she could remember. Every time she learned and mastered something new, Sabine knew what was to come. She hated the fact that accomplishing something a white person could do was met with oohs and awws in the most mocking fashion from Genevieve's friends. Sabine remembered one night that word had spread at a party that she was fluent in French and for the rest of night she was bombarded with requests of ‘saying something in French’. She felt like an animal in a zoo and she knew that's how most people viewed her in the first place.

"Teach anymore parlor tricks to your pet Genevieve?"

Sabine would internally scowl every time she witnessed Genevieve be lavished in praise by her friends for her work. Isn't it sweet? The benevolent mistress bestowing an education to a lowly slave like herself. The Southern Belle, extending her graciousness to one of her lowliest effects.

Oh, but Sabine would find little ways to carry out her revenge especially as she grew older and was given tasks that held more responsibility. Her favorite way, "accidentally" pulling her mistress' corset too tight or "accidentally" stabbing her in the scalp with hairpins. Her yelps of pain would bring a ghost of smile to Sabine's lips which would instantly vanish if Genevieve turned around to scold her for her carelessness. And of course Sabine would offer a quick apology, telling her mistress that she didn't mean to and will be more mindful in the future. But the second Genevieve left the room, Sabine would let out a snicker only to be popped in the back of the head by Alice, the woman, who's in charge in keeping the rest of the slaves in order.

The blow was not out of malice, further from that really, it was out of love and concern. Alice had been like a mother figure to Sabine since the day she arrived on the plantation.

"One day the Mistress is not going to put up with your 'mistakes'," Alice warned, worry was evident in her eyes.

It wasn't until Sabine would turn sixteen the following year that Alice's warning would finally sink in for her. The most ironic thing about it was the fact that it didn't happen because of one of Sabine's mischievous acts, it happened because of the wandering eyes of Genevieve's husband, Aaron Martin. What's even more ironic, is that Master Martin didn't even want Sabine in the house at first, he wanted to make her a field hand. Genevieve convinced him otherwise, saying that she would be malleable and make the perfect, obedient slave since she had no attachments on their plantation.

She was wrong.

The decision to keep Sabine as a house slave would be one that Genevieve would come to regret, but only out of wounded pride. Sabine, on the other hand, longed for freedom and was desperate to escape the growing tension between Genevieve and Master Martin. She doubted that they knew how many times she fantasized about running away from the plantation. It was more than once as each day passed.

She had good reason to as well, Sabine had noticed that the mistress had been short-tempered with her as of late. And that was never more evident on one fateful day, where everything in Sabine's life seemed to further spiral out of what little control she had.

Sabine wiped down the top of the fireplace on the far wall of the parlor room, humming to herself.

"What's that song?"

Sabine stumbled in surprise of hearing Master Martin's voice, his French accent only slightly there. Pushing away from the fireplace, she tightened her grip around the rag in her hands as she stood at attention. His thin lips were curled up into a smile, a smile that Sabine was sure he thought would put her at ease, it didn't. Matter of fact, the expression had the exact opposite effect, Sabine thought his smile looked like a wound opening. Everything about the forty-five year old man unnerved her, Master Martin had a complexion that teetered between being pale and matte, short, dark brown hair sat on top of his oblong head. His long face made his humped nose prominent, but the most terrifying feature on his face was those piercing gray orbs.

It was the eyes of a predator stalking its prey.

Bowing her head in apology, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you, Master," Sabine apologized, vowing not to hum again.

"You didn't disturb me. What is that song?"

It's something that her mother would sing to her when she was younger. Sabine couldn't remember the words to the song, but she knew how the tune went, it was the only piece of her mother that she had left of her.

Shaking her head, "I don't know," Sabine lied remorselessly.

Instead of letting her get back to her work, Master Martin just continued staring at Sabine, it made her flesh crawl. His eyes traveled from her face before letting them roam down to her neck and then onto her chest. This had become increasingly normal behavior for Master Martin, each week it seemed like he managed to find her alone and just study her figure. His eyes would always linger on her breasts, and that was what made Sabine most uncomfortable in his presence.

Master Martin leaned against the door frame, "You've been filling out your dress quite nicely as of late Cecile," he commented, now looking at slim waist and then her hips as his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

Sabine had to swallow down the bile she felt that might escape her mouth.

"Cecile!" Genevieve's shrill voice called from down the hall. "Cecile! Where are you, you daft girl?!" she yelled, as she stopped right beside her husband. "Aaron, dear, what are you looking-" she began, but cut herself off when she followed her husband's leering gaze. Genevieve's expression hardened and she narrowed her eyes at Sabine, pressing her lips together into a thin line. She stormed over to Sabine and came to a stop in front of her.

"Mistress I-" Sabine started, but Genevieve's hand whipped out and struck her hard across the face. Sabine's head snapped to the side and she lowered her stare to the floor, her breath uneven as she rubbed her cheek.

It was the hardest slap she had ever received.

"You stupid girl! Why are you distracting the Master?" she demanded, glowering at Sabine. "Get out of here and get back to work!" she ordered, her rising temper reflected in her face.

"Yes Mistress," Sabine replied, quickly bowing her head as tears began to well up in her eyes.

"And didn't I tell you to cover that horrid hair of yours? The sight of it is revolting!"

Genevieve had never once demanded Sabine to cover her hair, not until that day. But from that day on, Sabine wore a headscarf religiously to cover her head. Sabine figured that Genevieve's thought process probably fell along the lines of, if Sabine's hair wasn't visible then she'd become less attractive. It was a flawed logic that did nothing of the sort, much to Genevieve's and Sabine's dismay. So, for Sabine, the physical and mental abuse she received from Genevieve increased on a scale that she never experienced before.

The days of Sabine just being a pet to show off to Genevieve's friends to poke fun at her, were long gone.

Genevieve now saw Sabine as competition for Master Martin's attention. Attention that Sabine never wanted in the first place, Genevieve could keep her disgusting husband all to herself for all she cared. But of course, Genevieve would never see it Sabine's way, no, somehow Sabine's at fault for Master Martin's lustful stares.

Things only seemed to get progressively worse for Sabine as the years passed and her body continued to mature. Not only did she draw the unwanted attention from her perverted master, but she unfortunately also captured the eldest son's attention, Marc. He was almost a spitting image of his father, but was by far, worse than him. He's actually touched her in inappropriate ways, too many times for Sabine to recall. At least Master Martin just stared at her, although Sabine was sure that one day he might begin touching her as well, her worst fear was that he would flat out rape her.

Lord knows, Marc had been working his way up to it.

Sabine noticed that he had become increasingly aggressive as of late. And that frightened her to no end. She remembered one time after a dinner party she had to serve in the parlor room where the male guests were playing cards. She had just finished serving a round of drinks to Marc's table and the way he decided to thank her was to roughly squeeze her ass with a disingenuous smile. This action made the men at the table roar with laughter, but all Sabine could feel was mortification.

She wanted to curl up into a ball and cry in the corner of the small shack that she called home.

Sabine wanted to believe that the abuse she was suffering could not get any worse, she thought wrong. For, not only was she terrorized by the Martin's, but Marc's arrogant, smug college friends who often visited the plantation, partook in her torment as well. They would whisper things in her ears that no upstanding, God-fearing gentlemen would ever say to a white woman.

And for having such a supposed repulsion and violent reaction to someone of her complexion, white men sure seem to fancy negro flesh. It was confusing, yet terrifying realization. How could you hate and treat someone with so much scorn, but at the same time want to sleep with them?

Sabine's worst experience with one of Marc's friends was that he managed to corner her and forceful stick his hand up her dress, grabbing her thigh, luckily his hand wasn't able to go any higher thanks to one Alain Martin.

The only kind-hearted Martin in the family.

Alain, the curly headed and bright blue-eyed boy who always had a boyish grin on his face. He actually treated Sabine and the other slaves on the plantation like actual human beings, showing them dignity and respect, something that was completely foreign to them. Sabine wondered how the cruelty that Alain's family gleefully inflicted on the slaves didn't corrupt him and make him turn out like them. Maybe it was because Alain had actually questioned his surroundings as a child and didn't simply just accept what his mother and father told him as fact. She could recall many times Alain saying, ‘that doesn't seem right’ as a child.

And as Alain grew older, he continued to challenge his parents on the practice of slavery, prompting several arguments and debates, especially when it was dinnertime. Sabine had been a witness to quite a few of the shouting matches that would erupt at the table between Alain and Master Martin, Alain would also go at it with his older brother. Marc claimed, 'that because of the negro skull size all they were capable of was menial work and that white people were justified for enslaving them. With no one to oversee the negroes, they would hurt themselves'. This claim only enraged Alain further and Sabine as well.

Sabine had more knowledge in her pinky, than Marc's thick skull.

She pitied Alain, he had become the black sheep of the family. He attended college in the North and his views against slavery had only become stronger. He was an unapologetic abolitionist, which of course was completely the opposite of what his family believed. There would be many times that Sabine found herself listening to Alain as he vented out his frustrations about his family. She didn't mind, because that's what friends do, you let them vent.

However, it was not always like this, the bond they shared now as young adults would seem unimaginable to Sabine when she was younger.

Sabine and Alain had spent a lot of time together as children, but not because she wanted to, at first. The only reason she and Alain were in close proximity all the time, was the fact that she was tasked with fanning him while he had lessons with his tutor. Sabine resented him, they were only two years apart and yet here she was fanning him like he was some type of king. She was cold towards him (as respectfully as possible) and it went on like that for a couple of months, until Alain decided to speak to her when his tutor went inside the house.

"Pssst, Cecile, do you know how to say this word?" he asked, pointing to a word in his book.

Internally, Sabine arched a brow, she didn't know if he was asking out of genuine curiosity or to mock her.

"No sir," she answered, her grip tightening on the fan at the fact that she had to address a fellow child as 'sir'.

"You didn't even look," he argued softly, looking up at her. "Come on, I know you're smart, probably smarter than me," he added, moving the book closer to her eyes.

"Don't let the master and mistress hear that," Sabine remarked mindlessly, before freezing at what she let slip from her mouth.

Sabine expected to hear Alain run from his seat and tell his parents what she said, instead she heard giggles.

"You're funny Cecile," he commented, shaking his head.

A breath of relief left Sabine and she craned her neck, "What's the word, sir?" she asked, her eyes scanning the ink on the page.

"This one," he replied, pointing to the third word on the page.

Sabine nodded her head, "It's glaciers, sir," she said, before looking at Alain.

"Thank you Cecile," he smiled, bringing the book closer to him again.

"Your welcome sir,"

"Alain," he corrected.

"What, sir?" Sabine asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Call me Alain,"

And from that day forward, to some extent a friendship was born. The breaks in between Alain's lessons where his tutor wasn't present, were the only time that the two of them could really speak to each other. Alain did most of the talking, he told Sabine things he probably wasn't supposed to and if his mother ever found what Alain told her, Sabine was sure that Genevieve would just about faint. Sabine on the other hand, was much more reserved on what she was willing to tell Alain. She never told him anything personal, just mainly what she did each day. Sabine was afraid of telling Alain something that could somehow finds its way back to Genevieve. But, as years passed and they slowly matured, Sabine finally felt that she trusted Alain enough to tell him her real name when they were fourteen.

She hadn't heard the name Cecile since.

It was a friendship of secrecy, but that didn't mean Alain wouldn't try to protect Sabine as best he could. Alain could do it overtly, like he done with Marc's friend by yanking him away from Sabine and punching him square in the jaw. Other times, he would opt for more subtle ways that were just as effective. Remember the assault that Sabine suffered in the parlor room? Well, Alain was a witness to his older brother's molesting of her.

Alain strode over to Marc, appearing as though he was going to tell him off, which for Sabine's sake, she hoped he wasn't. It would only lead to further humiliation of her in some sort of fashion and probably Alain as well. Alain approached the table where his brother was playing cards when he suddenly tripped over his feet. Sabine watched in almost awe as the champagne flew in the air before raining down all over Marc, soaking his hair and a part of his evening jacket and dress shirt.

Marc's face turned beet red.

Sabine had to force herself to keep a neutral face, for a grin was threatening to form on her lips followed by uncontrollable laughter.

"You clumsy idiot!" Marc exclaimed, venom laced in his insult.

Alain didn't seem affected by the remark, "I'm so sorry brother," he apologized, without the faintest hint of sincerity in his eyes. "I'll go get some towels for you," he offered, before turning to look at Sabine. "Will you escort me? I would hate for my clumsiness to resort in another mess," he explained, and Sabine nodded.

"Of course sir," she stated, and led Alain out the parlor room.

Once they were in the hallway and out of view from everyone, Alain grabbed Sabine's wrist and pulled her along to the bustling sounds of the kitchen. Entering the room, Alain let go of her wrist and the two of them stared at each other before bursting out in laughter. Sabine felt tears forming in her eyes and used the back of her finger to wipe it away.

"You're going to get an earful from your mother Alain," Sabine warned, with a breathless laugh.

"I don't give a damn," Alain declared, a proud grin on his lips. "Marc deserved it," he added, nodding his head.

Sabine leaned back against the counter, "You didn't have to do that for me," she said, looking over to her friend.

"No," Alain disagreed, vigorously shaking his head. "I had to, Sabine," he corrected, his expression turning serious. "Marc assaulted you. He humiliated you," he continued, his hands bawling up into fists. "Humiliation in return, it was the least I could do," Alain explained, and Sabine ran her hand up and down his arm soothingly. "I know it won't erase what was done to you Sabine, but I had to do something," he finished, his gaze soft as he looked at her.

"It is a small victory I shall revel in for a long time," Sabine said, placing her hand on top of his shoulder. "Thank you, Alain,"

Chapter Three: Steal Away

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