#you've probably realized by now i have an obsession with forests

[wordstome]

fully a manipulation tactic on my part to (hopefully) get more of your wonderful writing BUT;

König being built like a Hozier song

“With the roar of the fire, my heart rose to its feet Like the ashes of ash I saw rise in the heat Settle soft and as pure as snow I fell in love with the fire long ago”

Like Omggg who said thattttttt 😰😰😰

anon. come here. come closer.

*grabs you by the head* listen here you little shit (affectionate). how did you know I was thinking about Would That I at the exact moment you sent this ask. how did you do that. what witchcraft is this. did you do this to me.

anyway. have some writing or whatever (I love you)

So the whole gist of Would That I is that it likens the singer's past loves to trees, and his new lover to a fire that burns them all down. And that's so in-line with the way König loves. I imagine that with König's first true love, someone he loved in his overwhelming and passionate (obsessive) way, that relationship wouldn't have ended with a bang, but with a whimper.

He's been dumped, he's been cheated on, hell, he's even had to dump a few himself. But this one was different. They were different. They saw him, understood him, loved him deeply in a way he never thought he was worthy of. He saw them as his soulmate, planned his whole life out centered around spending it with them.

And then it just...fizzled out. He had to just watch as they got more and more distant from him, and nothing he did could stop the spiral. And then one day, he realized he didn't love them anymore either. I think with this relationship, they would have still cared about each other deeply, but it wasn't really a romantic relationship anymore, just two people going through the motions. (If you really want to fuck yourself up imagining this, listen to Trivia: Seesaw by BTS and read the English lyrics translation: "If we didn't have feelings for each other, if we didn't think of each other, would we have dragged it out like this? // Now if we don't have any feelings left, it's dangerous, dangerous on this seesaw // Stop thinking about me")

König is intense, when he's in it, he's in it, and that tends to overwhelm his partners. After this really significant relationship ends, he's probably quite weary of forming new connections. It's like what I said before in my post about whether König falls in love at first sight: he's weary of people because they treat him like an other, like he's not even human anymore just because he's big and awkward and doesn't know how to function anymore without being sent out to kill people. His past relationship just feels like the universe reminding him that he isn't lovable and isn't built to have a love that shelters him from the world the way a forest's canopy shelters everything that lives in it.

And then you come along, and all of his insecurities and his loneliness and his conviction that he isn't worthy of the kind of earth-shattering love that people write poems and songs about goes away. Everything changes for him, and it's like a fire, how passionately and intensely he loves. "Though I've handled the wood, I still worship the flame" You've burned away all of his hangups, everything in his past that weighed him down, and it's breathtaking and awe-inspiring. He would saw down the whole forest just to behold your flames. And he will.

#könig #konig #könig x reader #könig x you #konig x reader #konig x you #könig cod #konig cod #now y'all are just feeding my second chance love obsession #also anon I'm sorry if this isn't what you were looking for ;; #I can totally see this being reversed #where König is so intense that he burns away every conception of love you have from previous relationships #but I kind of wanted to tie in König's past and the way he feels about himself and love in general #könig headcanons

[offsidekineticist]

So the plan was originally that the team would use "social engineering" to get into Rivad, but that would involve Giliys having to talk his way past military checkpoints staffed by paladins (which he hates) who can sense evil (which he is). For some reason it wasn't until I actually tried to write that scene that I realized just how bad an idea that is. (I saved it, so I'll probably post it at some point as a fun little "What if?")

Anyway, here's Part 5 of the (Completely Platonic!) Breakup Arc.

CW: Gore, blood, severe wounds, heights, falling from great heights

Are You Happy Now?

It’s just before dawn when the four of you leave the temple ruins and make your way southward. You travel in silence, as if afraid that the mere sound of your voices will lead to your capture, which leaves you to ponder the same mental calculation you've obsessed over since Westcrown fell to the Iomedaeans. 

It took you weeks to find your way from Almas to Westcrown. The "Glorious" Reclamation laid siege to Rivad a few days after you got Qweck’s message. There are limited resources in Rivad–even collecting rainwater to supplement the water supply, they only have so much food. And no matter how you turn it over in your mind, you can’t see any reason to feed a children’s librarian caught with banned books in the middle of a siege.

Maybe you’re wrong. Maybe the Rack decided to bolster their ranks by pressing the prisoners into service. Maybe you’ll find Thay dressed in an oversized faded black gambeson, a blunt sword on his belt, running ammunition and supplies from one end of the citadel to the other. The idea makes you bristle. Thay fighting for Thrune would feel like a betrayal. The alternative, though–the idea that Thay’s been dead for weeks because you weren’t fast enough, because the Chelish Navy can’t fend off a flotilla of altar boys in fishing dinghies–that’s even worse. You can get over a betrayal. Thay can’t get over being dead.

(Not on your budget, anyway)

You crest a hill a few miles outside the city walls, and suddenly the whole scene opens before you: the sun rising behind a tall, imposing citadel of stone, its long shadow looming over bustling camps of soldiers in blue and white tabards bearing the holy symbol of Iomedae. Even this far out, you see the patrols going up and down the road to Rivad. It would be impossible to make it to the citadel’s gates without their permission.

That’s why you’re not using the gates.

“Alright, ready to go, Kob?” you ask.

“I WOULD LIKE TO REITERATE THAT I ONLY ALLOW THIS DESECRATION OF THE ASPECT OF DAHAK BECAUSE THE LIFE OF THE ONE CALLED MISTER THEO IS AT STAKE,” the gnome says, wings fluttering as he bristles.

“Trust me when I say none of us take this sacrifice lightly, Kob,” Qweck says placatingly. You roll your eyes. Somewhat mollified, Kob takes a breath and raises his arms over his head in an arc. He mutters to himself. And he mutters. And he mutters–

“How long does this usually take?” you whisper to Vrakka. She ignores you, instead muttering her own incantation and touching your shoulder before casting the same spell on herself and Qweck.

“LET THE POWER OF DAHAK BE KNOWN THROUGHOUT THIS SORRY WORLD AS I BEAR HIS ASPECT! MAY I BE HIS WICKED VESSEL, AND MAY HE PURGE THIS WORLD WITH FIRE AND ICE AND SCALDING FLESHEATING ACID THROUGH ME!”

And after this extremely normal and not at all concerning declaration, Kob’s body changes, growing, contorting, hardening–

Until an adult black dragon stands before you. Vrakka steps forward and bows. “I honor you, Bearer of the Aspect of Dahak,” she says, and Kob (finally a dragon) preens under her praise. “I humbly ask that I may prepare for Theo’s rescue.”

“PROCEED, KEEPER OF FORESTS. WE PERMIT THIS INDULGENCE TO SAVE OUR ALLY. HE IS USEFUL TO US.”

“‘We?’” you mouth at Vrakka. She once again ignores you as Kob kneels on the ground and retracts the spines on his back. She turns towards you.

“After you,” she says with a twinkle in her eye. “After all, you are our fearless leader.”

“HE IS NO LEADER! KOB, BEARER OF THE ASPECT OF DAHAK AND VESSEL OF HIS WILL, WOULD NEVER DEIGN TO SUBMIT HIMSELF TO THE AUTHORITY OF LESSER BEINGS!” Kob roars, and his spines stand up on end from his indignation.

“She just meant I’m the leader of the lesser beings!” you call, raising your hands in surrender (you’re starting to get the hang of talking to this guy). Kob relaxes, his spines retracting.

“OF COURSE. THIS IS PERMISSIBLE.”

Vrakka motions towards Kob again. You glare at her–you don’t like how easily those spines came back out–but climb aboard nonetheless. Your hands easily find purchase, even though Kob's scales are hard and slick, thanks to Vrakka's spell. Qweck and Vrakka climb up after you. 

"Everyone settled and…uh…grippy?" You ask once you're all on Kob's back. 

"Ready," Qweck confirms from behind you, her voice trembling slightly.

"We need to hurry before the spells wear off," Vrakka says.

"Alright, alright. Ready when you are, Kob."

"FOR THE GLORY OF DAHAK! MAY WE BATHE IN THE BLOOD OF OUR ENEMIES AND SHOW ALL WHO SURVIVE WHY THEY SHOULD NOT TOUCH DAHAK'S FAVORED, MISTER THEO!" Kob roars, before leaping into the sky.

Far below, unbeknownst to you the soldiers in the Reclamation camps see Kob ascend into the sky. You do not hear it, but the guards raise the alarm, and Knight Commander Malesk, entrusted with the task of taking Rivad, must make a snap decision regarding what to do about the black dragon flying towards the citadel. He has not heard of any alliance between the hellknights and a black dragon. It is possible that this dragon is as much an enemy of the Rack as the Iomedaeans are. But it is also possible that the dragon is there to resupply and reinforce the hellknights, and that could draw out this siege for weeks more. The Reclamation does not have weeks more, Knight Commander Malesk knows–not if Rivad does not fall. And so he gives the only order that he can.

"Prepare the ballistas! Fire when ready!"

You do not hear this. What you do hear, as you approach the citadel, is the sound of a ballista bolt cutting through the air unsettlingly close to your ear.

"What the fuck?!" You demand, but your words are lost in the wind. A hail of arrows and bolts fly towards you, and with a target as big as Kob, they can't all miss.

A bolt embeds itself in Kob's side. Another in his wing. You don't have the wherewithal to notice the others (because there are certainly others). Perhaps it's the pain, or perhaps the wing can't fly as damaged as it is. In any case, Kob unexpectedly and violently rolls. 

The sheer force of it throws you off of Kob's back. For a moment, thanks to Vrakka's spell, you are able to hold on, flapping behind him like a living flag. In that second you feel your arms straining, the forces involved threatening to dislocate every bone in your arms, and before you've consciously grasped that they need to, your hands have let go–but not before you feel one of Kob's spines flare up and pierce you through the inside of your right thigh.

The pain in your arms dissipates even as a new pain explodes in your leg, and you suddenly remember you're thousands of feet in the air, and you can't fly. You tumble and twist as you gain speed, going faster and faster, and you can't tell if it's the blood loss or the tumbling or the falling that's making you lightheaded, but it isn't going to matter in a few seconds anyway because you'll be dead. 

You do not notice that Qweck and Vrakka are falling with you. You do not hear Vrakka chant the incantation for feather fall once, then twice. You don't even notice yourself slowing down, so it's hardly surprising that you miss it when Vrakka turns into a Kestrel less than fifty feet above the ground and flies away. The only thing you notice is that you land, and you are still alive, and when you look up at the sky, you see stone walls looming over you. 

You've made it–you're in Rivad.

"Yippeeeeeee," you cheer half heartedly. You feel the blood pooling on the ground beneath you. It's making your clothes wet. It's uncomfortable. 

"Giliys? Oh, gods, your leg!" That's Qweck. You think? She sounds worried about you. That's not very Qweck-like of her. You see her standing–kneeling–over you, and you realize she's about to waste time fixing your leg. She should be looking for Thay.

"Qweck. Go. Find Thay." She ignores you, casting her spells. You can feel your leg mending, and you realize she's going to run out of spells. "No–stop–won't–won't have any left for Thay." You wrestle with your weakness until it lets you sit up, almost. "M'fine, see?" She pushes you back onto your back.

"Stay down until I say so," she snaps before casting another spell.

You're not exactly sure when the hellknights show up. You're vaguely aware of Qweck arguing with them–something about shock and anemia and the femoral artery–but mostly you're wondering why it's so cold and hard to breathe when you can feel that your leg is fine now. You feel them grab you and try to force you to your feet, but your legs are jelly and lead at the same time, and you still can't breathe, and it's still so cold. They half carry you instead, your feet dragging on the floor as you go.

You're pushed into a cell and can't keep yourself upright, crumpling into a heap on the floor. You can hear Qweck pleading with someone–something about shock and blood and death–and you somehow manage to roll onto your back, side pressed into the barred door to your cell. You don't know how long you lay there, gasping and shivering. It feels like an eternity–you're nauseous and tired and vaguely certain you're going to die–

And then you feel a hand brush your cheek through the bars, and the life flows back into you. As your senses return, the hellknights drag Qweck away–they must have been moving her when she broke away to heal you. As you sit up, you hear a strange voice from the cell next to yours. You are separated by a wall of stone, but you could swear you've heard this voice before.

"Cowards! Bastards! Let her go! You want what I know? I'll tell you everything! Just let her go!" a hoarse voice shouts in desperation, rattling the bars of his cell door as much as he can. They do not heed him. You hear the door slam, and for a moment there is silence. Then, with a sigh, far more softly–"Are you happy now, Gilly?"

Your heart lurches. You found Thay.

#oc: theoven derenge #pathfinder wotr #pwotr pals #oc: giliys #Oc: Qweck #Oc: Kob #Oc: Vrakka #The (Completely Platonic!) Breakup Arc #Part 5

[lololil]

For the wonderful @bluronyourradar who requested from the prompt list - the way I said I love you. This was a hard one to write, but I very much liked to. Thank you and I hope you enjoy 🌙💜

I listened to some classical music for inspiration (it’s not like I know anything about it, but I just love to listen to classical piano), here are some of them if you want to listen to while reading or whenever: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

32. In a way I can’t return 

It is the first show Eliott has ever gone to. Of course, he had watched Lucas playing many times before, many times to him. Only to Eliott, the both of them hidden in the playing room, stealing some moments together. And if he ever thought that was too much for his long gone heart, he wasn’t ready for watching Lucas on stage. Not even close.

From the moment he entered, the spotlight following him, brightening his controlled face, two huge marble blue balls adorning it, Eliott felt his insides churn. An image to look at forever. There in the light nothing to hide, except - maybe - the meaning behind “I composed this song to the person I love the most. Please, take this as the purest form of my love for you. I may not be the best with words, but this song is everything I’ve ever felt.” And even though all the gazes go immediately to Chloé, girls fanning over her, squealing, Eliott knows the only pair of eyes that matter are on him. Burning with the sincerity of his words, making his heart beat so fast it may break free from his body and yet nothing moves. Sounds put together into words weighing on him. Everything I’ve ever felt. A song. For Eliott. 

The thought of Lucas writing a song thinking of Eliott is too much. Thinking of how he could express his love, show to the world how much he feels. Except no one knows. Only them both. Glances stolen for years until it became something more, stolen kisses in the darkness of the corners until it became stolen promises. Whispers behind closed doors, the touch of skin under the covers. Never enough - it could never be. And yet Eliott has never felt this much. 

Lucas moves through the stage like he belongs, the light accompanying him as he sits on the bench, the dark piano glowing. A deep breath, one last gaze and his hands are on the tiles.

Everything around Eliott disappears. It’s just them once more, in the playing room. Eliott swooning over Lucas and the melody invading his ears, taking over his mind and transporting him to different places every time. This time he goes to a forest, just him and Lucas laying on the floor, looking at the stars, the sounds of nature and the melody all the same.

It starts slow and sweet. A calm clicking of tiles, just like a light breeze through treetops. A  harmonic tune, notes carefully thought of flowing right into his ears. Gentle like the touch of a lover, gentle enough to make tears form in Eliott’s eyes, but at every note the melody gains strength, transforming into a deep symphony, energetic. Unexpected, and yet in place, like it belongs. 

Eliott dares to look at Lucas as the song mutates once more, a sweeter but melancholic sound. He is astonishing, sweat shining on his forehead like little diamonds, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and eyes - eyes dark, a storm taking form, waves carrying different sets of emotions, and Eliott, a sailor lost in the depths of it, boat long shrunken. 

It makes him want to cry even more.

His gaze returns to Lucas’ hands, now moving methodically, swiftly clicking on the tiles and taking the pace to something a bit more stagnant, but ever so beautiful. It is sad, the lack of melody, the silence just like in the time of the evening it isn’t day nor night, not too bright but not nearly dark enough, a state in between, the only sound are the waves crashing in distance, maybe they aren’t crashing at all. And Eliott can’t suppress the feeling it gives him - finitude. 

Nevertheless, the song isn’t the same anymore, Lucas’ features transforming into something different, the unknown storm of his eyes taking the form of longing. The abrupt movements of his hands, makes the tune confusing, one note seemingly after the next one but never quite getting to it. And with one last reassuring melody, the song is over. 

After a few seconds of silence, the only sound audible the one of Lucas’ unsteady breath, the audience erupts into applause, every single person gets on their feet to praise the pianist. But Eliott can’t move. His limbs have never been this heavy, the weight of realization pulling him down. Lucas made a song for me. He took time to think of me, transcribe his emotions into music. For me. It is so much he feels breathless. It is so much he thinks he may never be able to return this, to show his love as deeply as Lucas has. He could never return love in such a beautiful form. 

He gazes up, and there is Lucas waiting for him, a sweet smile on his face, tears at the base of his eyes. Eliott finally gets up, desperation in his eyes, but still a smile on his lips. A song. For me. Lucas gives a small nod, and quickly disappears off stage after a farewell, Eliott goes after him in a heartbeat, meeting Lucas in the room they were in right before the performance. 

Lucas waits for him against the wall, hair put up in a mess purposely - it wasn’t just minutes before - daring look on his eyes. Not a hint of doubt on his posture and Eliott wants to pin him there, touch him until the end of time, cherish him until his joints complain too much.

“So?” Lucas asks in a cocky tone. And what can Eliott say? Everything and nothing comes to his mind, the weight back on him once more, posture fambling, Lucas is quick to notice, getting slowly closer.

“I love you so much, Lucas.” He can’t put into words what he wants to say, and it is so frustrating, tears spill and he lets a cry take over him. 

“Yes, I love you too.” He says with such intensity, such surety, it makes Eliott lose balance.

“Lucas, listen to me.” Eliott takes his shoulders. “I could never give something like that back to you.” Lucas shakes his head in confusion, cupping Eliott’s jaw. “My hands are too rough and my mind too fuzzy. I don’t think I could ever give back love like you have given me.” Lucas only smiles, pulling Eliott closer, so close, he feels the sweet scent of his breath.

“You don’t have to, my love. You never have to prove your love to me. I know how you feel and I hope you know how I do too.” Eliott’s cry becomes even messier, sometimes the realization of how much love there can be for someone is too much, and the love he feels for this man is so much. He could never put limits to it, there is nothing in this universe that it could fit into. And he knows Lucas feels the exact same, he does. 

“Yes, I do.” Is all he can say, the magnitude of the feeling still blurring all his thoughts. 

“Come here.” He hears Lucas whispering and lets himself go into his arms, breathing the heat from his skin, feeding on the intoxicating smell of his hair. The simple feeling of their skin together is enough to make him even dizzier. He wonders if it will always feel this way, touching Lucas. 

“I love you.”

“I know. And I love you.” 

At some point, no matter how great it is, the urge to be alone - just the two of them - isn’t enough and they have to give space to the real world. Reality comes knocking in through the door - Chloé with all her family - invading the room. Compliments given, hugs exchanged and even marriage promises made. But it doesn’t dawn on Eliott as much. The knowledge of their love is enough. For now, it’s all he needs.

#my lack of knowledge on piano made it hard #and it may not make much sense #but i tried describing how i feel listening to it #and how a song could translate into their relationship in this context #very hard ngl #i hope it makes sense #and i tried not to make that part too long bc of my difficulty in describing it #i mean the piano part #also #you've probably realized by now i have an obsession with forests #and the sea clearly #elu #lucas lallemant #eliott demaury #elu fic #skam france #my writing

[bee-s-honey]

@smooth-skyy :

'Hey! Do you think you could write Chrollo x Fem Reader with the emojis being either 🍀+🌙 or 🌙+🌼'

☘️-Lost

🌙-Night

🌼-Yandere

Prompts here🍃

Warnings: yandere, chasing, obsessive love, some Stockholm Syndrome, messed up fluff and hurt/comfort, manipulation,

Set up: You are running away from Chrollo, who already had you beforehand but now needs to catch you and stop your little escape. Too bad the forest you're trying to get out of is so confusing at this time of night.

I realized I added a lot of Injury in here just for some nice ol hurt-comfort and stuff so at this point I should've just added a 🌵 myself

Your bare feet were probably tore up from all of the sticks and rocks you've stepped on. The land was more mysterious than you remember. It wasn't sunny and this wasn't a little stroll for flowers Chrollo made you go on. The moon would've been helping but the trees covered it every other foot and it wasn't like you could focuss on seeing anyway. You tried to feel. If you could move then you would and if something hit you you evaded it as fast as possible.

You had thought you would have enough time. He never told you how long it would take for him to be back but you could tell when it would be longer than shorter, this was supposed to be your best chance. The way Chrollo double checked every lock and spent too much time telling you how much he would miss you was always a sign, but apparently you were incorrect.

You couldn't fully hear him. For every second you stopped it was silent, but you could just slightly tell his footsteps were near when you were running. Burning tears fell down your face and you hated that they weren't from the joy of a new freedom or from hatred. They were only from fear, knowing, and the absolutely damage your body was facing from not being able to navigate well.

You couldn't even imagine how painful this would all be in only a little bit. Whether you got free, died, or Chrollo found you, it would all set in and cuts would be stinging, scratches would be swelling. You knew it might even better if you just gave up early but you kept running. It felt wrong, knowing it would do nothing, but at the same time you couldn't stop. You couldn't keep from going. It kept the pain less in focus at the very least. You new you were probably bleeding. From your feet, maybe your arm, or anything you know has been hit and scraped.

You'd left without anything so you weren't prepared. You could've brought shoes...they were by the door. Not hidden, not forbidden, in fact they were placed by Chrollo. He always locked the doors not the fridge. He took the phone not your shoes. He would show you around the area, looking at you kindly even when you moved your eyes every direction. He never told you to look forward or monitored how you kept track of what it looked like when you were walking. Despite so much being in your favor you still didn't take anything. You didn't know if that made you feel stupid or more proud now.

You've heard of people taking and hiding any shoes or protective clothes for possible runaways, you've heard of locks on water and food, why didn't you just take them? You swore it was a trap but goddamn do you need that trap right now.

While thinking you lost track of more than you could manage. You finally caught up with yourself and lost the mind to move, face too teary to see and head too blocked to percieve your way around. You collapsed onto the horrid pine needles and cried out. You couldn't even keep that in, let alone the slew of wales that came after.

It was too confusing. You thought you'd kept track of so much. The forest wasn't even too big, was it? You could've sworn it would be easier to navigate your way out.

The feeling of petrified fatigue hit with a fair amount of longing. You didn't know your way out or the way back home anymore, but at this point you could go for either. If you could go back at least you'd be in less trouble, right?

You didn't know what came over you when you screamed for him.

He would come get you. Chrollo knew he could catch you, and you knew just as much now.

You were about to scream for him again but quieted any noise at the hand on your shoulder. When you stopped any sound from coming out you realized everything else did too. A lot of forest creatures silenced themselves with a threat walking near. If you could think clearly you'd have half the mind to laugh at oh how knowing the silence seemed towards a man like Chrollo.

You only heard your own shaky breaths; your shoulder under you was scrunched up and your head was touching the needly ground. The atmosphere kept up its all too frightening feel.

You were already shaking beforehand but now it looked hysterical. It was only worse with how Chrollo's thumb moved in circles around your arm as he kept a synching grip.

You didn't speak, but in your head you were repeating what you wanted to say desperately, 'say something, Chrollo. Say something, say something, say something, please'

Chrollo stayed rubbing your arm. He didn't pick you up or grab you, he didn't start reprimanding you, and it made you want to scream again.

Eventually you turned around, expecting to look up with a blank face but the movement made your neck bind and your expression was contorted into agony. You couldn't imagine how he saw it, but you knew you felt nothing but the curse of being real. Physical pain was a burden you barely knew after you started staying with Chrollo. Now it felt too new.

His eyes were different from what you'd seen in the past. You couldn't tell what he was about to do. There was no shine of a life or reflection of your own colorful aura. He felt gray and unreadable.

Chrollo pressed his palm to your forehead, tapping your temple and smoothing your hair back like he was petting you.

The pit in your stomach grew the more he stared at you and he new it. That bastard kept his hands far from any of your wounds and you yearned for him to somehow cool them. Maybe if he could get you off the needles or hold where you hurt it would help, but he wasn't.

You continued to look up at him, breathing in quick choppy huffs and wanting to speak but being unable. Everything was too overwhelming in the moment and as it continued you only wanted to go home more. You missed- well- anything that wasn't this. You wanted Chrollo's soulful look to come back. You wanted him to get rid of any cuts you had and calm you down with ominous love affirmations before laying with you in bed.

"I-I'm sorry," you whispered. It came out rushed like the faster you said it the faster this nightmare you created ended.

"I know, dearest."

"Can we go home? Please, please, Chrollo-"

"Be quiet," he said. He'd rarely ever said something like that in that tone. It made you recoil and try to shrink smaller than you already felt. Did you ruin it? Did you ruin everything?

Apparently not much, because Chrollo lifted you up and situated you so your legs were around his waist and arms around his shoulders.

"You didn't even take anything. How dumb, love."

He rubbed his hand over your back and a flashlight lit the way. You moved your head up from his shoulder to look at the stars. They twinkled beautifully on leaves and shiny rocks, just like when Chrollo would take you outside at night to get cool air if you felt sick, or when he'd first brought you here months ago. They made the world feel smaller, like how it always used to. That felt a lot better than the endlessness you got lost in while running. Even if you would've made it out somehow, you would still feel lost.

The stars smiled more now. They seemed to like you in Chrollo's arms more than out of them. Maybe that was the right belief, because you too felt better when he patted your back and made small sounds as he moved over rocks and twisted to not get hit with branches.

"Are you mad?" You asked miserably. It wasn't like you never seemed pathetic before, but now it was just so pitiful and Chrollo wanted to laugh at you. He knew that if he did it would make you feel worse, so he reframed for once.

"I'm not mad. But the next time you go on a little adventure take your shoes and wait until I'm home. No more stupid stunts. I don't want my love getting hurt all the time now do I?"

"It wasn't...an adventure."

"Well you're back aren't you?"

When you got back to the house Chrollo made sure the worst of injuries got taken care of but didn't fix anything not worth it. He put you in the bath and sat next to it.

You'd only spoken a little more on the way but at that moment you didn't know if saying all that you wanted would be wise.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Chrollo's hand reach into his coat pocket and pull out a few little objects.

"I found these out there," he said, shaking some rocks and crystals near your face, "and thought you might want them."

Your eyes lit up and you nodded, agreeing, "Mhm. Thank you, my love."

"Tomorrow I'm going to tell the others I won't be meeting again. I need to stay home and make sure you act right."

He reached for your head and pulled it close to him. He pressed kisses along your face and his iron grip only got harder when you tried to turn more near him. He wouldn't let you kiss his mouth or lead anything, only giving you what he wanted.

Soon he stopped to get up and left.

"I have band aids and advil when you're done." He called.

How could you run away..all he did was care for you. Chrollo always fixed you, he always brought you to bed with warm cuddles no matter how much you yelled at him before.

He did the same when you sat next to him that night. He said he would even show you exactly where you'd ran and what you tripped on, letting you get more familiar with the forest. Chrollo opened the window before bed to let you breath in the nice air of outside, promising that those scratches wouldn't be happening again if you let him help you around when you wanted to go out.

#hxh #anime #hunter x hunter #chrollo #chrollo x reader #chrollo hxh #chrollo fic #hxh fic #hunter x hunter fanfiction #yandere chrollo #yandere #yandere hxh

[givemeyourcrunchbars]

Sequestered

Fern x f!reader

If there are any warnings I need to add, please let me know :)

The weight of the crown on your head was too much to bear today. You gently set it down onto the grass, next to you in the shade of the giant oak trees above you.

If someone were to ask you what it's like to be a princess, you would say it's a curse. For the past 15 years you've been raised, your father was stern and barely paid any attention to you. Suffering from neglect, you slowly watched him become more and more corrupt with power, forcing the entire kingdom to stay within its walls. As far as the common people knew, the outside was a mysterious place not to be messed with.

That's what power does to people. To have all these abilities at your hands, is a great responsibility. But most rulers toss those away, like a bag of trash being disposed into the garbage can.

You sighed, gazing across to the opposite side of the clearing you were sitting in. You raised your head to look up at the sky. Oh, what I would do to have a different life...

The rustling of leaves caught your attention. You gasped, quickly backing away into the shelter of the trees. Dad can't catch me being here!

"Hey."

You froze as relief washed over you. It wasn't your father.

You weren't allowed to leave the kingdom. Finding loopholes wasn't easy, so you didn't know what you'd do if he found out.

Carefully, you stood up, squinting at the figure standing at the opposite end of the meadow. Slowly, they- or it- stepped into the sunlight. You recognized him from your past adventures. Fern the Human.

"Hi," you replied warily. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, you know," he said. "Just exploring." Fern wore the same expression he did normally, a blank set of eyes and his mouth set in a straight line.

You nodded, your eyes darting around the clearing, at anything but him. You rarely interacted with outsiders, especially since you weren't allowed outside of your kingdom. So you didn't know how to act. All your social skills started chipping away because you were forced to stay inside all the time. "Princess duties".

"I haven't seen you around here before," the grass boy remarked. "Who are you?"

"Who am I?" I repeated. That was a good question. Every single decision I've had to make and every emotion I've had was decided for me. So much so, that I wasn't sure there was any "me" left.

"I'm Y/N," you replied. Fern tilted his head.

"Where are you from?"

"Um." You struggled to find the words. He couldn't know about the kingdom, or else you would find yourself kicked out. What was even the purpose of telling him? It could only end badly. His curiosity would get the better of him, driving him him to see the kingdom for himself. Would Fern even try to save us?

Even though you wanted to rescue your people badly, the thought of them roaming around aimlessly in the Land of Ooo scared you. They barely knew anything about the outside, and the only information they did know altered their perspective to think of it in a bad light. Besides, what could Fern do to help? He's just one person.

"It's none of your business," you ended up blurting out. "I have to go." Your father wanted you home for the evening anyway. For what, he didn't say.

You turned away before you could hear Fern's reply, dashing off into the dense forest.

Taking a deep breath, you began to form an image of a raven inside your mind. Shapeshifting was still something you weren't good at. You were supposed to follow a certain set of rules as a princess, one of which being that you couldn't shapeshift into your raven form in the presence of other people. It was seen as impolite.

Focus on shapeshifting! You commanded yourself. Finally, you were able to fly, ruffling your wings a bit. You missed being able to soar.

"Wait!" Fern's voice yelled from behind you, his footsteps trodding through the layers of leaves on the forest floor. You sighed, flapping up to the tree tops and taking off. A feeling of dread gradually grew in your chest, facing the reality that you had to go back to your secluded life, with people that ignored and misunderstood you.

As the dark green leaves of the forest zoomed by beneath your feet, you began to wonder whether you should've listened to what Fern had to say. Eh, it probably wasn't important.

Directing your thoughts back to your destination, you vowed to come back to your happy place as soon as possible. It helped clear your head. Hopefully, Fern won't be there next time. The idea of talking to people made you uncomfortable. The people that you've trusted in the past have all either broken your trust, or just didn't care about you at all.

There's a crown here in the bushes, Fern observed, lifting the heavy piece of gold. It was a big ring, with an arm extending upwards, holding a small, rugged black crystal. Interesting.

Turning it over in his hands, something strange caught his eye. A carving on the back of the crown. It was barely illegible, but Fern could make out one name. Y/N.

"Where is your crown?" The Raven King hissed angrily. "The suitors are already here!"

"I don't know, Dad!" You frantically racked your mind, trying to remember where you had left it. A princess' crown was a part of her, as a role model and a symbol. But this time, it represented worth.

"Why are you making me marry someone I don't even know anyway?" You hurriedly glanced at your father, brows furrowed. Your father had invited a group of suitors to compete for your hand in marriage. They desired only the princess' heart, but it wasn't true love, like what you dreamed of as a child. They just wanted land, wealth, and power. Marrying you was their key to a happy life. Without your label as a princess, they would have no opportunity at all.

"You know very well why!" Your father growled. "This is going to be beneficial for the kingdom! Don't you want me to prosper?"

You started walking down the spiraling staircase that lead to the main hallways, unable to stay calm any longer. "I want the people to prosper," you replied, sending a spine-chilling glare to your father behind you. Before he could respond, you stomped away, into the main hallway where a line of antsy suitors stood waiting.

You definitely have a thing for walking out on people.

"Heya, Fern!" A boy wearing a worn, dual-toned green backpack greeted Fern, holding open the door that had separated the two just moments before. "Jake just made some meatloaf! Want some? It has your favorite- I mean our favorite garnishes." Finn grinned.

"No thanks," Fern replied, distracted. His eyes wandered all around the giant treehouse that stood over him, almost menacingly. Despite what Fern wanted to think, there was something about it that made him uneasy. When he thought of the treehouse, he thought of Finn, which in turn caused him to obsess over the fact that he wasn't Finn. Then who was he?

"No probs." Finn sounded a little disappointed, but cheered up when Jake called out that the meatloaf was ready from somewhere inside the house.

"By the way, can I ask you something?" Fern asked, taking something out of his backpack, which tumbled to the ground, causing him to groan in frustration. Finn turned back to his grassy friend while taking a plate of food from the unseen Jake. "What's up?"

He gasped when he saw the golden crown gleaming in the sunlight. "That belongs to one of the princesses!" He picked it up and handed it back to Fern.

Fern nodded, stowing it in his backpack. "I found it in the forest near Tree Trunks' house. I think this girl dropped it," he said.

"Whahf girl?" Finn said, trying to chew meatloaf at the same time. "PB? Fire Princess? Slime P?"

"No." Fern shook his head. "I've never seen her before, and honestly," he said, scratching the back of his neck. "She was scared of me." He sounded frustrated, his voice trailing off.

"Dude-"

"Why doesn't anything ever work out?!" Fern said in anguish. He curled his fingers in and out of his palm, trying to release the tension trapped in his mind.

"Calm down, dude," Finn exclaimed. "I can help you find her, don't worry! I've never seen this crown before either, so we can go together." He placed a hand on Fern's shoulder, trying to comfort him.

"No!" Fern protested. "I wanna do it myself," he said, softer. "Can you just tell me how to find her?"

Finn looked taken aback for a second at his grassy friend's outburst, but nodded regardless. "You can ask the Candy People and the other kingdoms, they probably know who owns that crown." He handed Fern a map of the Land of Ooo, sketched out on a yellowed piece of paper.

Saying their goodbyes, Finn left Fern on his solo quest to find the mysterious princess.

The long and chaotic day was finally over. You sank down to the floor, your back against the door to your room. You stared at the king-sized bed. I hate this. I hate everything.

After you left your father standing on the stairs, you had awkwardly walked into the main hall. But that must have been the last straw for your father, because he still didn't join you, even after five minutes. He ended up sending a replacement to accompany you after a long time of waiting. You wished that the suitors didn't keep glancing at the spot where your crown was supposed to sit while you stood with your hands clasped in front of you, staring at the doorway your father was going to follow you through.

I still have to get the crown back, you thought. Where did I leave it? The only place I would've lost it would be... Then you realized. The clearing! Of course! Oh no, I have to go there right now!

You raced over to the small window in your bedroom, peeking your head out. Seeing practically no one outside, you transformed into your raven form and hopped on the windowsill. Suddenly, an object was hurled at you from below. Looking down, you saw a small child chucking pieces of corn at you.

"Get out of there, you stupid crow!" He yelled. Close enough.

You carefully flapped your wings, flying high above the kingdom. As soon as you were out of reach, the child gave up trying to knock you out of the sky and returned to his home, resuming the quiet atmosphere the kingdom always held during evenings.

Night had almost fallen over Ooo when you finally arrived at your meadow. Landing in the spot where you had sat earlier that day, you turned back into a human and rummaged through the bushes for your long lost crown. As the minutes ticked by, you began to grow more frustrated. Where is it?! If I lose it forever, I'm done for.

"Huh?" You said out loud. Prying apart the branches of a blueberry bush, you found a few grass blades attached to the rough leaves, reminding you of Fern. You stood up. Why not just see if Fern had it? He wasn't the scavenger type, but something as mysterious as an unknown princess' crown was sure to fascinate him.

Ugh, the sun is setting. You sighed in defeat, vowing to visit Fern the next day to take back the circlet. Another day that's ending, another gloomy morning to look forward to. But this time, you had a mission to accomplish.

#adventure time fern x reader #adventure time #fern x reader #adventure time x reader

[bunnyywritings]

true love’s kiss

tenya iida x gn!reader

word count: 1.5k

requested by @coleluuviida : So may I request a iida tenya x gn! reader? The plot I want is where reader likes reading a lot of books and comics, they will read romance, action, horror, etc. So then one day reader and the dekusquad are eating lunch together, reader was quick eating their lunch so that they can continue reading their book but then iida ask about what their reading and reader go on and on how, and why they like the story with passion iida was listen with joy even the dekusquad are listening in. After that reader let iida borrow their book the rest is up to your imagination!

[a/n: thank you so much for trusting me with your request sweetheart!! i’m sorry it took so long but here it is, i hope you enjoy! I kinda got carried away...it’s been a while since i’ve properly written so i apologize if it’s not very good :/ without further adieu, here’s some adorable iida content cause he’s the best and deserves the world - yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´-]

It was never strange to see you with your nose buried in between the pages of a book. Your friends found it endearing.Some people, literally just Bakugou, found it a bit ridiculous. 

Denki and Kirishima made a game out of it. They would bet on the genre you were reading purely based on your reactions alone. If your cheeks ever got flushed and your eyes wide, 10/10 it was probably a cheesy romance manga. If your brows were furrowed and your bottom lip was caught between your teeth, it was a mystery novel. A forlorn look in your eyes ment it was some type of magical book with Knights, Wizards, and Dragons (oh my!)

But somebody in particular, albeit enamored by your love of literature, was also concerned.

Iida was in your group of friends and so he had witnessed first hand your obsession with finishing a book. Sometimes you wouldn't eat during lunch because you were so enthralled and when he did get you to eat something, you raced to finish your food so you could grab your book once more and pick up where you left off. You weren't much of a talker and no one at the table really minded your lack of conversation and let you be.

However, this time around, it was different. Iida noticed the bags under your eyes and knew that you hadn't been sleeping. You had been engaging in class and you were keeping up with your studies but the second you guys were allowed a break or you all were let out for lunch, you picked up your book and resumed reading.

Even as you walked with them to the cafeteria, your eyes hadn't left the page. You had your book in one hand and your other was gripping the end of Shoto's blazer, leading you to where you needed to go.

 "It must be a really good one this time." Kirishima muttered to Denki, both watching in amusement as you were being led around by a nonchalant Shoto.

So as you sat at the lunch table, Iida watched in concern. Even with your favorite food in front of you, you still hadn't put the book down. As much as he hated what he was about to do, he just couldn't do nothing.

"(Y/n), as much as I hate to disrupt your reading...I must know, is a book really more important than sleep? Or more important than eating a healthy meal?"

All conversation came to a screeching halt. No one had ever really disrupted your reading before...so no one knew what to expect when Iida spoke up. The seconds were tense as they ticked by and as you moved your hand, they all held their breath, but instead of bookmarking your page, your finger deftly slipped under the corner of the page and turned to the next one.

 "Huh...they didn't even hear you." Ochako giggled.

Sighing, Iida reached over and placed his hand flat on the pages, successfully obstructing your view of the letter on the pages.  

"(Y/n)..."

Normally, you'd be a slight bit annoyed that someone had interrupted you but it was Iida. Sweet, sweet Iida.

"Oh. Sorry." Your cheeks burned in embarrassment, "I must've not heard you. What's wrong?"

Iida sighs.

“I'm just concerned, is all. What's got you so interested?"

 "You really want to know?" He noticed how your eyes twinkled with excitement.

 "Yes, I really want to know."

And with that, you went off on a whole tangent.

Explaining the story from the very beginning. Giving character description with wild and elaborate hand gestures. Even going as far as adding sound effects to fight scenes. This was nothing new for Shoto or Midoriya. They had often asked about the stories you read and quite enjoyed hearing you re-tell them. Shoto never had anyone tell him bedtime stories but he assumes

this is what they would've been like.

Iida was stunned. Absolutely stunned. He's never seen you speak about something so passionately, other than the time he had asked you why you wanted to be a hero.

So as you went on and explained what you've been reading, he felt himself fall even more. He was intently listening.

You had been reading a rom-com style, action book about two knights going on a quest to slay a dragon to break an evil curse. There were wizards and mystical forest creatures. Once you finished, you had asked if he wanted to read it once you were done.

Now...this wasn't really Iida's cup of tea. Don't get him wrong, he loves sitting and enjoying a book but fantasy books

aren't really his style.

  "So..? Would you want to read it? Ya' know, see for yourself?" The look in your eyes was absolutely adorable, he couldn't possibly say no.

    "S-Sure, I'd love to borrow it."

He wasn't too worried though, you still had a few chapters to go and surely you'd forget about it.

Boy was he wrong.

As he was getting ready for bed, the knock on his door confused him. Upon opening the door, there you stood in your pajamas

with the book tightly clutched in your hands.

    "Sorry I took so long but here you go. Let me know what you think." You had an excited smile playing on your lips.

    "Oh...thank you." He reached out and took the book from your outstretched grasp.

He read through the first chapter before going to bed, slightly intrigued.

It took him about a month to read, maybe a little longer since he definitely took breaks and focused more on school than anything...but eventually, he finished. 

You had been hanging out in the common room when Iida had walked in, book in hand. It took you a while to notice since  you had been buried in another . 

    “Oh, hey Iida!” Ochako grinned. 

You turned and took notice of what was in his possession and your smile grew.

    “You finished! What’d you think?” 

    “Uhm well, it was quite...quite interesting-” He was fumbling with his words, something that’s a bit unusual for him. 

    “Oh...you didn’t like it?” your face fell and his heart dropped a little.

    “No, no! What I mean is that-!”

    “It’s okay, you can be honest. It’s not for everyone.” 

    “I did like it but there’s something that I didn’t quite understand. Why would they risk leaving the magma gem? From my understanding, it would’ve given them the abilities needed to slay the dragon.” The complete and utter confusion on his face was adorable. 

    “Come on, Ingenium!” You chuckled quietly. “If they had gotten the gem, they wouldn’t have been able to save their partner. Remember, sometimes the best strategy is to run and get help instead of fighting a fight that you can’t win.” 

    “But they didn’t even slay the dragon!”

    “They didn’t because that wasn’t needed to break the curse. The only way to break the curse was with true love’s kiss.” 

    “That’s not very logical. How would that break a deadly curse?” 

    “Don’t underestimate the power of love, Iida. It’s quite strong.” 

Upon hearing those words he looked up from the book and into your eyes...had they always been that mesmerizing? His heart hammered in his chest as he parted his lips to speak once more. 

    “W-would you show me?” This was a big leap of faith for him. He had confided in Midoriya a while ago when he realized his feelings for you, and ever the observant one, Midoriya had a feeling that you felt the same way. There had been multiple times where he had caught you gazing longingly at the class rep. 

Now you...you were stunned. Your cheeks had flushed red and your mouth was agape. Taking your silence as a rejection, he swallowed the lump in his throat and shook his head. 

    “I apologize, that was quite forward of me. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” He placed the book down on the couch and got up. Once he turned away from you, you had realized that the words in your head never left your mouth so you reached out and grabbed his wrist. 

        “Wait…” your voice was barely above a whisper but he heard you and turned back around. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable, I’m just surprised that you feel the same way I do.” 

There was a small silence that followed but your body seemed to move on its own. You held his face in your hands, the feeling of your thumbs gently caressing his cheekbones sent the butterflies into a frenzy. 

    “Can I still kiss you?” Your voice was hesitant, quiet, and it made him smile, gazing into your eyes with such a fondness that it made your stomach do flips. 

    “Yes...please.” 

That was all you needed before leaning in, his eyes and yours fluttered shut as your lips met. Both of you were unsure but he trusted you and you trusted him. The feeling of his lips moving languidly with yours was absolutely euphoric. He tasted like mint and black tea, and his lips were soft. Gaining confidence, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer. 

After finally pulling away, he rested his forehead against yours. 

    “Believe it’s strong enough now?” 

    “Hmm…” His chest vibrated as he hummed in feign thoughtfulness. “I may need more convincing.”

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha imagines #mha imagines #bnha x gn!reader #mha x gn!reader #tenya iida x reader #tenya iida x gn!reader #request

[jamkookies]

Okay

Description : A trip to Malta for the shooting of Bon Voyage seems peaceful enough until the moment things take an unexpected turn...

Word count : 3.3k

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"Please, sir! I'm begging you! Open up, please!"

It was surprising how the both of you hadn't even moved an inch despite the cries that had begun to turn downright hopeless but as Jungkook's arm shields your body defensively, you decide that you just can't take it anymore.

"Jungkook, we should take a look." you say hesitantly, turning your head in his direction.

"No way. It's a trap." he claims. "I'm sure of it."

Your eyes keep boring holes into the door as if your vision could penetrate it.

It's quiet for a while.

Maybe he left.

Maybe he-

A thunderous boom to the door.

"We have to at least take a look, dammit!" you exclaim and push his arm away, now decisively heading towards it.

"Wait!" Jungkook yells after you but instead of stopping you, he joins your side. Before you can make any further attempts, he mushes his face onto the platform and looks into the tiny peephole. Curiosity can hardly keep you still.

At last, Jungkook retreats and motions for you to take a look as well but you don't know whether to expect a garnison of soldiers or a horde of wild bisons behind the door because the expression on his face is unreadable.

The cold surface of the platform touching your forehead only makes you grow even more uncomfortable. Then, your eyes are able to discern an obscure figure behind the magnifying glass. "You've got to be kidding me, " you whisper as your eyes naturally widen.

This could not be.

Him, out of all people....

Both you and Jungkook exchange a look of silent agreement and he pushes the open button with no words needed. The door swings open to reveal a slightly dishevelled-looking man with multiple cuts and bruises marking his face. Those eyes you'd seen gleaming with vigilance are now tired, drowsy yet still scarred with horrors you could only imagine. You'd never forget those eyes because they had been the ones that had given you a chance to escape, a chance to save yourselves.

"What are you doing here?" Jungkook wonders, not bluntly but rather in a puzzled demeanor.

"Let me in, please. I'll explain everything, " the old bodyguard says and throws a look behind his back and down the stairs.

You and Jungkook exchange another look and then the latter opens the door wider, giving him space to enter. The bodyguard's face almost melts in relief upon the gesture. He crosses the doorstep in two huge strides, putting the farthest distance from it.

From the moment the lock clicks back in place, a deafening silence hangs into the air, adding even more to the suspense.

You decide to break the ice first. "What do you mean they're gonna kill your family?"

The bodyguard takes notice of where your eyes are fixed and he unconsciously touches a bruise on his chin. "Actually, I lied about that. I had to convince you to open the door."

Your anger flares like wild fire but before the flames can grow higher he quickly compensates for his mistake. "I'm really sorry. I had to.They...they did some things to me...I'll explain everything but I don't have much time."

"Why?" you demand. "Are they following yo-"

"What are you doing here in the first place?" Jungkook interrupts.

The man appears to be going through an internal conflict as his eyes shut tight, hands clench and unclench and the line of his eyebrows angles into a wide V. His distressed condition explained so much and yet so little. His eyes that up till now had been staring at the ground, lift to level up with yours and then flick to Jungkook's. "I went through hell itself to get here unnoticed. I'll have to go soon. But before I do, there's something you should know."

* * *

As much as Jungkook refused to drop the disgruntled attitude, he still made the man sit on the couch and then proceeded to offer him a much needed glass of water. The man drank and drank and drank like he'd forgotten its taste and freshness and after his thirst was sedated, he started chirping like a bird.

"First of all, I want to apologize about trying to take you by force back in Malta, even though in reality it was not my choice."

"We'd figured that out, " you confirm. "But why did you help us escape?"

You'd been racking your brains out for a long time now, trying to come up with a logical explanation but no answer fit in the frame. You just couldn't understand why he would put himself in danger so you could run away.

It didn't make any sense.

"I couldn't just let them take you like prisoners, " he says. "I had to at least give you a chance because I myself wasn't given one."

Jungkook's brows wrinkle in confusion. "What do you mean?"

A look of something like shame casts upon the man's face and he stares at his clasped hands. "When I first got this job, I didn't know what I was getting myself into. Being a bodyguard, I had taken everything into account, including the fact that I would probably have to give up my life at some point but I never thought I'd be involved in criminal affairs."

Criminal affairs? What was he talking about?

"I thought it was normal at first. I thought this was how things normally went but when you decided to go to that trip in Malta I realized that I couldn't get out of this sucking hole no matter how much I tried. And the worst thing about it is that you've had to suffer along all this time without even knowing it."

Jungkook raises a hand to stop him. "Whoa whoa whoa, hold on there a second. Are you talking about Sejin making Y/N leave? And the the thing at the plane? I know he went a little too far but-"

"You think that's a coincidence?" the man shoots back. "He set everything up. From the tickets to the hotel to everything. Every single piece of it was planned out."

Your teeth grind against each other with a mixed state of anger and shock putting them into action. When you throw a glance at Jungkook's traumatised form, tears start to form at the corners of your eyes. The man's statement seemed to had jarred him to the bone and rendered him speechless, incapable of forming a coherent thought.

"I apologize for that, " the man continues. "I didn't want to say it straight away because I knew it would come as a shock to you but Mr.Sejin is not who you think he is. I've had to live with this knowledge for years now."

For a moment, Jungkook's eyes clear up and he blinks a number of times till his attention is completely aimed at the man's face. "Is this a joke or something? Did he send you here to play with us?"

The man's expression remains stoic, forever expressionless but even through his mask you could make out the scars of horrendous truths.

He wasn't lying.

You both knew that but you just couldn't accept it, even though deep down you had always sensed that the origin of your ordeals had been somehow designated.

The said bodyguard points a finger at his face. "You see these bruises, sir? They gave them to me as a punishment for not being able to bring you back. Beat me up till I fainted. When I woke up they made it clear that this time the job had to be done properly. That's why I'm here. To bring you back. But I won't be doing that. I'm here to make sure that you know who you're dealing with. I don't have the authority to talk with his superiors. Trust me, I've even tried to but he's always one step ahead of me." He smiles sadly. "I've gotten countless warnings because of that."

Jungkook puts his head in his hands and agressively ruffles his hair. "How long has this been going?"

The man doesn't hesitate. "6 years. Since the moment Ms.Y/N set foot on that company. He was obsessed with the idea of a boy-group only and didn't want any other intruders. I can witness the number of times he complained to his superiors about not letting her join. He kept pestering them, kept telling them all sorts of things but PD-nim was the one who insisted on taking her. After that he was absolutely furious. You should've seen the way he flung things around in his office. It made me scared for a moment."

He releases a long-kept sigh and shakes his head dreadfully.

"This went on for as much as I can remember. He never changed, always kept making attempts into kicking her out and covered it with a fake smile. But this time he had it all planned out to the smallest detail and couldn't afford to just brush it off as usual. That's probably his biggest mistake so far. He just couldn't stand hiding in a bush anymore so he went 'go hard or go home' I guess."

All this new information was making your head spin. Your mind wasn't helping either, continuously attaching images to the words, helping build up the portrayal of the man who had detested you for so many years, piece by piece. To say that you'd been dismayed was an understatement. You just couldn't believe your ears, couldn't wrap your head around the idea.

"What exactly had he planned?" asks Jungkook with a tint of hesitation in his voice. Understandable enough, taking into consideration the fact that he was fed up with the truths he'd heard. The bodyguard takes a sip from his glass and gulps audibly. He keeps throwing nervous looks at the door, as if waiting for someone to burst in.

"If you can remember....the accident with the saesang girl...."

No

Not that

Anything but that

"It was not an accident, " he confirms. "Your manager planned it."

No

No no no no no no-

"He hired that girl knowing she was a saesang and told her what she had to do. He promised her Jungkook would be hers if she managed to get the job done. That night, when you sneaked out into the forest, it's like you offered yourselves to her in a silver platter. And that's how it went. She took care of everything; the car, the tools, even her assistant."

He shakes his head and you see a melancholic smile cast upon his lips as he looks directly at you. "Stupid girl. She hated you so much to the point where she even ignored Sejin's orders for a moment. He'd never intended to kill you. Obviously, he wasn't that stupid. But she didn't care at all. Thought about getting rid if you since she had the chance and went all-psycho. Unfortunately for her, you managed to escape and that's when Mr.Sejin got angry. Really, really angry. His face got all red and puffy and when Namjoon-ssi tried to talk to him, worried about you gone missing, he yelled in his face."

Joon.

You can almost feel the nostalgic taste of the word in your tongue. It was like smelling that familiar aroma of fresh flowers that grew in your back yard and being swept into a wave of old memories. Sick of you, to not think enough about him all this time, when all he'd ever did was worry about you.

You missed them. All of them. So much to the point where it hurt.

Were they okay?

Now that you were certain about your manager's intentions, you couldn't help feeling concerned about the rest of the boys.

Unaware of your thoughts, the man continues with his story. "And things got even worse when she shot you and you jumped into the stream. I guess she panicked. Her voice was literally shaking from the other side of the phone during the call with manager-nim. I don't know what she said exactly but it still didn't make him give up. After all, he had to prepare for the grand finale."

Jungkook's sharp intake of breath switches your attention to him. You examine his face carefully, looking for any signs of panic but nothing makes it to the surface.

At least not yet.

"-called the ambulance to make sure you wouldn't die."

The momentary distraction had made you zone out and you're only able to catch the last part of the phrase.

"Then what?" Jungkook asks softly.

It's like the man's physiognomy is put into action; eyelids blinking furiously, lips opening and closing, hands fumbling with each-other. He seems nervous to keep talking and that only puts Jungkook on edge even more.

"Then what? " the latter insists. Bolder this time.

The man chokes the words out. "Th-then you wrestled with that girl's assistant. And-"

"And I killed him." Jungkook finishes for him. You notice the way his eyes turn glassy and distant, as if they'd travelled back in time, recalling the events.

"No, sir. He's alive."

Both yours and Jungkook's head snap in his direction with lightning speed.

Had you just imagined him saying that?

"What?" you voice.

"He didn't kill him, " the man confirms and this time you can clearly see his lips matching the words. "It was all a trick."

Clash

"No!"

Tiny little glass shards scatter across the floor, but you don't even have time to react as another loud noise joins it.

"No!" Jungkook yells again after taking out the anger on the second vase. " I don't believe you! You're lying!" He's fully risen to his feet, his chest puffed from breathing too hard. You've never seen him like this, so angry and panicked and scared.

"He's alive, sir. I'm not lying. They enacted the death-"

"Shut up!" Jungkook screams.

"-to make Y/N-ssi feel guilty and leave. Please, sir. You have to listen to me. You did not kill anyone."

A storm of emotions drowns you whole and it's impossible to pinpoint a particular feeling in the midst of all the chaos. Pain, sadness, relief, anger. They all come as a flooding mess, an absolute wreck.

But none of that matters now.

Not as you notice Jungkook from the corner of your eye, slowly sink to the floor and curl into a ball. It's just like that night at the hotel. He rocks back and forth with no awareness of his surroundings, completely lost in his despair.

The storyteller gives him a perplexed look. He must be wondering why Jungkook was reacting this way, why he didn't sigh in relief upon the news of his innocence.

That's because the man didn't know what the idea of killing someone had done to him and how hard it was to just rip that thought out of his mind. He'd convinced himself over and over that he was guilty, that he was a murderer. You'd witnessed it yourself during all those restless nights filled with nightmares driven by his own conscience. You'd both tried to speak as little as you could about it by trying to avoid that fact but now that he's given up and let himself fall apart, you're able to see how it had ruined him beyond repair.

You glare at the bodyguard to stop him from going further and rush to Jungkook's side on the floor.

And your heart shatters into a million pieces.

He's sobbing like a little child.

A grown-up man turned into a little kid just like that, with his arms wrapped around his knees, head buried low within.

You carefully approach him and crouch on the floor, putting a hesitant hand on his shoulder. "Kook..."

He doesn't even acknowledge your presence and his sobs only seem to increase but that doesn't discourage you from throwing your arms around him in a wide hug.

"It's okay, Kook. You're okay."

Suddenly, his hands wrap around your waist and he hugs you so tightly, you almost fall back. You thread your fingers through his dark silky hair and pat his head.

Another choked sob escapes his throat.

Oh how you wished you were the one suffering, not him. If only you could take all his pain from him, you'd gladly do it. You'd do anything for him.

His fists scrunch the fabric on the back of your shirt as hit tears spill on your collarbones.

"You're okay, you're okay, shhhhhhh." you whisper in his ear.

All is forgotten by now. The only thing you can focus on is to let him know that you were here, that you understood, and that it was okay to feel like this.

It was okay not to be okay.

* * *

You'd lost all sense of time with Jungkook in your arms that you'd failed to even throw a look at the man in the corner, silently waiting for the situation to cool down.

"I'm sorry." you hear Jungkook's worn voice at the side of your neck.

"Don't be." you answer. "It's not your fault."

He finally unties his hands from your waist and takes a deep breath. A dark veil still hangs in his eyes but he tries to cover it up with a weak smile. However, the smile turns a tad bit more genuine when you cup his cheek with one hand and gently caress it.

"I'll get you some water," you say and make to get up but he grips your hand and looks up at you with pleading eyes.

"Don't go."

If you could choose to have an image branded at the back of your mind, this particular one would be it. Those big round eyes and the messy curls that fell over them carelessly, that scar on his cheekbone, the one you'd always loved, and the pouty lips under the frame of which a tiny mole showed.

You feel like crying and laughing at the same time.

Yet you still understand.

He needed the physical support as much as the he needed the emotional one in order to have something to hang onto. A safe harbor to keep him from straying off into the dark corners of his traumas.

"Okay." You sit back down and Jungkook clings onto your arm almost immediately.

"Sir, " the man finally decides to speak. "I'm really sorry about everything."

Jungkook nods in affirmation.

You're just about to add something when the man's inner pocket of his coat starts to vibrate.

He gulps.

Looks at the door.

With shaking hands, he reaches inside his coat and retrieves his phone.

"It's him." he says upon taking a look at the screen.

Your senses tingle with a mind of their own. What you'd been talking about all this time takes the form of a man. The source of all your fears and sufferings.

The floor suddenly grows uncomfortable.

Bzzzzzzzz

It's like the vibrations are digging into your brain, each buzz more unbearable than the other.

The man can't seem to take it anymore. He taps on the phone and pushes it to his ear.

A gruff voice joins the line.

You're not able to catch any of the words but the man's face says it all.

Something happened.

"Don't hurt them, " he croaks.

More yelling on the other side of the phone call.

Then, silence.

At this point you don't know what to expect. You tightly squeeze Jungkook's leg in reassurance.

The man's begging eyes turn to plead with yours, desperate, hopeless. "I'm sorry, " he says and runs off to the door.

But instead of leaving, he pushes the open button.

And waits.

Your heart leaps in your throat when a dozen other bodyguards rush inside.

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