#mending masterpost

[calendulacraft]

Fast Fashion to Slow Fashion :: a DIY guide to up-cycling and mending clothing on a budget.

For those of us living on a small income, buying from sustainable fashion brands is often out of reach. I would like to point out that *buying new but ecological garments isn't the only way to cultivate a slow fashion wardrobe*. Here are a few options for transforming *upcycling* your clothing, thus making fast fashion into slow fashion:

Mend and repair :: patch hand-me-down sweaters, fix holes in leggins from target and other department stores. By giving items a longer life, and preventing unnecessary garbage, fast fashion items become slow fashion! Here are two tutorials I have written on how to mend a torn belt loop on jeans and patch leggings.

Up-cycle clothing that doesn't suit your style :: when preparing for a trip back home and wondering how to acquire some nicer clothing for the trip a friend of mine gifted me a big bag of clothes. Almost all of them were items that we could call "fast fashion" and nearly all also had stains or rips that needed mending. By fixing and adapting these items and then going on to wear them for several years longer, I am keeping them out of the cycle of buy then trash.

Tailor items that don't fit you :: Taking in clothing is quite simple and there are lots of tutorials on how to hem pants and skirts or take in a size or two. I recently made a tutorial on how to take out a skirt, or make a skirt bigger by adding panels.

At some point, we must face the fact that a t-shirt is totally worn out and cannot be used for clothing any longer. In such cases here are a couple of crafts to utilize the fabric and other items from the scrap pile:

Create a Quilt :: if you find yourself with a pile of beautiful & memory-filled scraps -- transform them into a quilt as I have done in this post.

Make Twine :: Longer scraps of fabric, especially those from stretch materials like leggings or jersey cotton t-shirts can be made into a thing rope also known as fabric twine. I wrote a tutorial on how to make twine out of fabric scraps.

<<Best of luck in all your crafting endeavors!>>

[samgirl98]

Family (Or Lack Thereof) Verse

Creating a Family

Mending a Family

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Connecting a Family

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[clockwayswrites]

Rest of 26 birbness

to help sate your cravings masterpost

The door clicked open. ��Over thinking things, Master Bruce?”

“Always,” Bruce replied softly and with a slight smile. He turned enough to watch Alfred enter the room with a tray of hot drinks and some light snacks. There was an odd mass of fabric on the edge of the tray that Bruce looked at curiously.

“A top for Master Danny,” Alfred said. After the tray was set down, Alfred held up the garment. It was and old Gotham Knights sweater, though Bruce couldn’t place who’s it was. His, likely, from the size. The back had been cut open from the bottom and up to provide wing slits. Alfred had mended on additional fabric and added button holes so that the sweater could be fastened under the wings. “Hardly the knit sweater that had to be cut off, but the modified sweatshirt will fit around his wings and hopefully keep him warm until we are able to procure something more professionally made.”

“Thank you, Alfred. I am sure that will make him much more comfortable,” Bruce said. It would have been hard to miss how much Danny didn’t enjoy his scars being on display.

“And less likely to become ill,” Alfred said as he passed Bruce one of the warm cups of tea with a pointedly raised brow.

Bruce took a sip.

“Now,” Alfred continued, “as I am sure that you have seen, your children are arriving in droves. I suspect even your not children will be here tonight to assure that all is well. To that end, dinner will be served at seven tonight.”

Bruce gave a little nod. “I will make sure that we are both there and sufficiently awake.”

“Please do so and remember that Master Danny may wish to have some time to freshen up before he has to face the gaggle that is this family.”

“Right.” Bruce said after a brief pause.

While he could certainly understand that the family was overwhelming, it hadn’t hit that Danny might still find them overwhelming. A silly thought. Danny had only been around a large amount of them twice: once as bats and once at the ballet. Bruce had to reluctantly admit that Alfred had a point and as Alfred had taken to calling Danny ‘master, Bruce did not want to risk any upset.

He set an alarm on his phone for half an hour before dinner just to be safe.

[too-much-tma-stuff]

Finally Getting Help (prt 6)

Masterpost

The Wayne family gathered in the family room once Alfred was done setting up the projector, somehow there was also a plate of cookies and a couple pots of tea on the coffee table. How he’d found the time they didn’t know, he always seemed to be doing just a little more than should be possible but they didn’t question it. 

Jazz seemed nervous as she plugged in her USB and accessed the power point on Ghosts and Liminality. The tidal page had a picture of Danny in his Phantom form standing with a group of others, a boy with gray skin and blond hair, a girl with green hair and skin, and a goth with purple eyes and a dark skinned boy who looked around Danny’s age, and Jazz with the title “Ghosts and Liminals!” 

The next slide had simple text: “What are they and How are they made?”

With each slide she read the text on the screen allowed and then added any context or anecdotes she thought of, or had prepared. 

(Next slide)

Ghosts:

Made of ectoplasmic energy and obsession

Made either:

when someone dies with strong enough desires

An idea gains enough traction to take on a life of its own

Immutable concepts and gods

Must be allowed to indulge in obsessions or they will cease to exist

All have basic abilities such as flight, intangibility, invisibility, and minor shape shifting

On top of basic abilities most will have additional powers based on their obsessions

Immortal unless killed 

Love to fight

Liminals

Made when a human is exposed to high levels of ectoplasm for prolonged periods of time

Have some ghostly traits 

Ghostly traits vary person to person

Less susceptible to human illness and injury

“The ghosts on the picture are Kitty and Johnny, we’ve had problems with them but would consider them friends now. They’re the ghosts of two humans who died, but there are others, Vortext for instance is the ghost of Storms. Those ghosts who come from ideas are called ‘neverborns’. There seem to be almost an infinite number of ghosts, however not all of them are interested in having anything to do with us so we tend to get the same faces showing up a lot in Amity.

“I don’t know how many liminals there are. I thought they might be new with my parents' research but as I look into it more I think there are more natural sources of ectoplasm then my parents thought.” Jazz explained before going to transition to the next slide.

“I have a question-” Bruce started before Jazz hushed him. 

“Wait till the end please! I might answer it without you having to ask,” She scolded, and he felt very much like a schoolboy again as his children snickered.

(Next slide including a image of the glowing green viles in the Fenton’s lab and a glowing green crystal)

Ghost biology 

Ghosts do not have any recognizable organs or bones

The only solid part of their being is their Core which is the source of their ectoplasm 

Any injury to a ghosts form not done directly to their core is considered minor and will heal

A healthy ghost is fully capable of mending any damage including removed limbs in a matter of hours or days depending on extent of the injury

All injuries not including the Core are considered minor 

Ghosts are considered young for at least the first hundred years of their existence and are often not considered adults until nearly 500

A caveat to this is ghosts are heavily driven by emotion and will often be the age they feel they are allowing ghosts to mature much more quickly, or more slowly

When this is the case ghosts are treated as the age they present and behave

Ghosts reproduce by shaping ectoplasm and Wanting a child badly enough

“Believe me it was incredibly scary the first time I saw Danny in his ghost form have something go right through his stomach. It took him a long time to convince me it wasn’t a big deal and it barely hurt. He does have to make sure he repairs the damage Before turning human again though or the damage can transfer over and I don’t need to tell you a hole in the gut is a lot more serious for humans!

“If I’m honest I only know ghosts that have stayed younger then they really are, for instance Youngblood who’s a few hundred years old and could be well on his way to adulthood if he wanted but has remained a child. I assume it can go the other way though, if a ghost is very mature for their age.”

Ectoplasm 

Ectoplasm is the energy that makes up all ghosts and the Ghost Zone itself. All ghosts can feed on the ectoplasm around them as well as produce their own by indulging in obsessions. The ghosts Cores produce the ectoplasm like a brain produces neurochemicals when exposed to the right stimulation.

Ectoplasm is a powerful source of energy but unstable. When it is stabilized into an ecto-crystal it is more stable and can be used as a power source safely by ghosts and liminals.

“Most ectoplasm is green like you see in the pictures. But it isn’t the only colour, some other ghosts produce different colours and it is highly tied to what emotion drives them. When it’s pure it usually smells like petracore but it can get pretty foul.”

(next slide)

What are Obsessions

Every ghost has one or more obsessions

They can be very literal things such as boxes, or ideas and emotions such as Love

In rarer cases they may have dual obsessions

Unlike for humans obsessions are very healthy for ghosts

Ghosts need to indulge their obsessions

Sometimes the way ghosts indulge their obsessions might seem evil, however it is almost always just amoral 

Obsessions shape every part of a ghost from their powers to thier physical appearance, to befriend a ghost you Must understand and aid their obsession

In very extreme circumstances a ghosts obsession may shift, sometimes this is healthy, more often it is a result of extreme trauma

“With my interest in psychology this was sort of hard for me to accept. From the outside the way ghosts obsess seems really unhealthy but it’s what gives them life. When not allowed to indulge in their obsessions ghosts will dysregulate and go to extreme lengths to try and get their obsession, if that doesn’t work they either go dormant if their core is still healthy enough or they will melt. 

“Ghosts change their obsessions very rarely, I’ve heard of it happening as they heal. For instance once a ghost has gotten revenge for themselves, if that was their obsession, their obsession might shift to avenging other people, or even protecting them so they don’t need to be avenged.”

(Next Slide)

Ghost Culture

The Ghosts have a monarchy

The title of the Ghost King is not hereditary but passed through trial by combat

Under the monarch is a council of being known as Observants, and powerful and old ghosts called Ancients 

Ghosts respect strength and value power and cunning in combat a lot

Ghosts bond with each other through combat and play fight with family and friends often

“I have down that the ghosts are a monarchy, and technically that is true but the current Ghost King was a tyrant who was locked away thousands of years ago. I’m sure as soon as someone shows up who’s powerful enough to beat him his court will be happy to pick up where they left off with a better King, or queen, though I don’t think the title has to change based on gender.

“I really can’t stress enough how violent ghosts are! Because nothing short of having their cores shattered can kill them, play fighting for them can look Very Much like a murder attempt to a human. A lot of the issues we’ve had with ghosts have come from them just not understanding quite how fragile humans, and for most of them they feel really bad once they know they actually Hurt someone by shooting them. It’s really best for everyone when they’re kept separate and Ghosts can happily tear each other apart in peace.”

Liminals

The result of long term low level exposure to ectoplasm, sudden high doses are almost always deadly

Liminals Can have almost every trait a ghost can, usually having a combination of a few

Commonalities between liminals include

Minor cosmetic changes such as: glowing eyes, pointed ears, and/or sharp teeth 

Increased stamina, strength, and aggression

Increased obsessive behaviour

Liminals sometimes develop powers shaped by the strength and type of obsession 

“Most of the people Danny and I know are liminals. I don’t want to talk about them in case they don’t want to be outed so I’ll talk about myself and my parents. We all had prolonged exposure after all. My ears are pointed,” She said brushing her hair back so they could see them, “And Danny is a little more then liminal but even in human form he has fangs. 

“My parents didn’t realize it but they could to the point they could subsist on their obsession without needing to eat or sleep as often as a regular human would. About a year ago I started developing the ability to tap into and feel other peoples emotions, I can feed on them a little too but I try not to because the Worst ghost we met did that and I don’t want to be anything like her.”

(Next Slide)

In conclusion

Ghosts are not evil even though sometimes their actions are hard to understand

Never get between ghosts when they’re fighting each other but it’s usually safe to yell at them to remind them not to break anything

Never get between a ghost and their obsession

Don’t drink ectoplasm unless you know you’re already liminal

“I have a feeling the section about liminals will be familiar to a bunch of you. I know Damian is liminal though I don’t know how he was exposed to ectoplasm and some of you,” Her eyes skirted across Tim and Bruce. “Are toeing the line. You’ll probably notice Damian and Danny getting really close, and they might get in some really vicious looking fights. I promise Danny is playing at least.”

The family was left silent for a moment, Bruce knew he was thinking about Jason. Who had died, been exposed to.. What certainly seemed to be something like Lazarus water and come back, obsessive, aggressive, and emotional. He wished he’d had this powerpoint a long time ago. It helped understand Damian too but mostly he was thinking about Jason. He needed to reach out again, maybe meeting Danny would be good for Jason?

“So uhhh, ya, that’s the end of the powerpoint?” Jazz said, shifting from foot to foot in the awkward silence. “Any questions?”

Next

[allykatsart]

Fallen Emily AU Masterpost

Main Comics

The Fall of Joy

A Spark of Hope

Missing You Something Terrible

Something Worth Fighting For

A Gentle Smile

(bonus!) Dad v Dad 2

Broken Promises

Trust issues

An Unwelcome Visit

The Space Between

Dear Charlie, Mistakes Were Made

Fixing Things

Closure

On the Mend

Anything

Horizons

Aching Anger

Despair

Forging Family

(bonus!) Divorced

Virgin Territory

Interlude: Mercy or Faith?

Feeling Overwhelmed

Homecoming

Burning Bridges

Ashes on Water (WIP)

Designs

Emily (Current sketches)

Fallen Emily Reference sheet

Emily (Future?)

Vaggie redesign

Stickers

Asks

Adoption

The Vee's

(non canon) Redemption...

Sera Discovering Hope

Emily's Trust List

Paradise Lost

Drinking

Valentino vs Lucifer

I.M.P

Emily Sketches!

Birds in Cages

Emily's Design & Plot

Charlie's POV

Does Sera hate Lucifer?

People defending Sera

Read on Fanon

Dubs

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[izumiphoenix]

Astarion's Shirt

(8/? part of “Astarion: In Search of True Self” — [masterpost here])

This part is short, and probably has been talked about before, but I just wanted to share how much I love that the game gives us character insight through small, indirect details. For example, the description of Astarion’s shirt.

“A once-fine shirt that’s seen years of cuts, tears, and careful repairs. Clearly someone cares about looking good.”

At first glance, it’s a nod to his vanity - Astarion knows how gorgeous he is, and he clearly enjoys small luxuries when he can. But I think there’s more to it than that.

Yes, his appearance was Astarion’s tool to do his job - luring people for Cazador. But maybe this careful mending of that shirt feels like something else, something “human.”

I can't help but imagine Astarion’s frame bending over his shirt and fixing it up once again, working so carefully on the stitches… And there is something deeply sad about it - but also resilient. Him, in that cold castle, maybe after another torture or another night with someone he didn’t want to be with. So here he is, just sitting there in his little corner - a bed in a room he shares with other spawns - working on his clothes quietly.

Maybe telling himself that he can still look like this life as a slave doesn’t make him any less, like he still can carry himself with pride. It is something he still can control. And it is not about vanity, but dignity - another small act of defiance in its own quiet way. His insistence that he still matters, that he is still someone. Even if no one else cares. Even if it is just him, needle in hand, patching fabric like he wished he could patch up the holes inside his heart, too.

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[whereisgem]

WHEREIS MASTERPOST

A list of all the mcyt "whereis"

Will update!

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➤ socmed au.ᐟ | scaramouche smau masterlist | repost masterpost

𖤐 fake it till we make it.ᐟ | what happens when scaramouche, your rival since the first year of highschool, had some annoying admirers on his back? easy—he (fake) dates you to shoo them off. nothing can possibly go wrong with faking a relationship with the guy you hate, right?

𖤐 in hindsight | You are a singer-songwriter. Music has always been a part of you, it's a part of your identity that no one can ever take away. However, there's always a catch: you are diagnosed with a chronic illness that puts your life on a timer. Those who have heard your countless melodies have grown to notice that the notes on the sheet played a gloomier tune. Would the snarky and capable medical student you've met be able to bring life back into these melodies? Even as your life begins to seep out of your own body? A reboot/rebranded version of Autumn Leaves.

𖤐 blurred lines | You say you’re just friends. You say it every time you leave a party together, every time you wake up tangled in sheets, every time you swear it’s the last time. But habits form, lines blur, and pretending gets harder when jealousy starts to sting.

𖤐 my dear y/n | you and scaramouche were once lovers, both of you being each other’s first loves in middle school—all the way to your junior year. but after growing apart & growing up, you two broke it off quite calmly, brushing it off as an inevitable outcome. but, what’ll happen now that you two are at the same university, coming across one another (too) frequently? will you two even be as close as before? friends? enemies? lovers?

𖤐 raised the bar.ᐟ | yn thought she finally escaped the perpetual doom of placing 2nd after she graduated high school. but alas! the leaderboard has her name printed under another’s! a name she thought she’d never get to see again. better luck next time, i guess.

𖤐 keep my heart | you find plenty of guys around you attractive, but there is only one you’re willing to make the first move on: the guy you first saw during your older brother’s soccer game. spoiler: he's a player from your rival university.

𖤐 just a hater | in which you major in astronomy and scaramouche is the biggest astronomy hater (in your eyes). what happens when someone confesses their feelings for you, and you not knowing how to handle affections, suddenly blurt out that you are already taken. by who? well, scaramouche of course.

𖤐 stuck with you | after the disaster that was the live award show, where you and scaramouche got into an argument on stage after both of your groups got a tie for top artists, your guys' PR teams have been in shambles trying to scrape up your mess. that's when the idea to send you both off with some other idols to a remote location for a survival dating show to mend your public image comes up. before you know it your bags are packed and you’re on a plane to a remote island. the only obligation is you need to end up with scaramouche at the end of the show, whether you end up liking him or not doesn’t matter to your managers as long as the show’s ratings stay high. whatever you do in between to get there is up to you!

𖤐 how (not) to fall in love | your best friend is tired of being single. she wants to fall in love. she wants to become like the female leads she's watching from romance movies. so being the supportive and kind best friend you are, you decided to help her! except that the guy she has her eyes on happens to be your long-term crush from your middle-high school days. surely, you're not the one who will fall for him... right?

𖤐 sweet melody | THERE ARE not many things that can sway your interest ever since the "incident", but in spite of that, you pushed forward. you are now the owner of the biggest bakery chain in your city, consistently seeing couples and catering to them as such. you've been a big host at weddings, events for celebrities, and even a big support for your friends and family. you've even earned yourself a niche following as well by how sweet you are to everybody around you. but, even with your kindness, you don't have a particular spark that keeps you going anymore these days. that is until one of your employees starts suggesting you write love letters to customers who request your services. at first you thought it was a horrible idea that could easily turn into trouble, but that was until you were tasked with writing one to your own (very very famous) ex-boyfriend.

𖤐 UNDERST☆ND | when the famous streamer Scaramouche, reveals being in a long term relationship with a mysterious person, no one thought he would be married to the famous idol, YN.

𖤐 camera flip, heart leap.ᐟ | IN WHICH—you, although faceless, are a very famous streamer known as KUMI. you were streaming as usual, playing games and interacting with fans. but when you're about to exit the stream, you accidentally pressed the wrong button that led to you opening your cam and showing your whole face to your audience. this wasn't supposed to happen, no ! so you panicked and quickly ended the stream. numerous screenshots circulated on twitter, which broke both the fans and the internet. this reached a certain someone, SCARAMOUCHE, your rival in streaming. when the said boy saw the trending photo, he almost fell off his gaming chair. because—lo and behold! KUMI was actually [name]?! now who is this [name] in his life, if you may ask? she's the girl that scaramouche has been admiring from afar in real life! quite shocking, right? have i told you that he’s also been sending you anonymous love letters? oh well...

𖤐 always an artist, never the muse | you, an artist who lost her skills, chose practicality over passion. you try to avoid anything that has something to do with art, not until you met a naturally gifted artist who's living a life you wish you had.

𖤐 how you get the girl.ᐟ | breaking up with kuni was one of your biggest regrets yet (however, you'll never actually admit that to anyone). but was it really a wise decision to keep in touch with him even after you broke his (and your) heart?

𖤐 how haters are born | YOU ARE on your way to being one of the hottest streamer in your nation at the moment, racking a monthly average of 10 million viewers, but something specific bothers you about it. you know that a lot of people hate you, but there's this one account. one account that's been following you since the early days of your career. they leave a flood of rude comments in your stream, your moderators banned each account they made, but they keep making more. you are at the end of your tether. but you are yet to find out that this persistent cockroach is none other than your friend's friend (and the only other streamer that's bigger than you), scaramouche.

𖤐 how haters die | YOU WERE under scrutiny of the one and only justsofamous for years and years before finding out who he is. constantly having to question your self-worth was a bigger downhill slope than the time you were begging your friends, crying and pleading, for them to go to a concert with you of an artist they all hated except you. but now that you're pretty much going through the motions of retracing your self esteem and your (extremely ironic) relationship with this guy who harassed you and then picked enough apples to win your heart, you started to consider moving in with him after he offered it enough times. only that, once you actually did...things started falling apart again for the two of you.

𖤐 that's that me espresso | You’re a new idol that just debuted under ‘Fontaine Entertainment’ with your new single ‘Espresso.’ You just graduated high school which means all your classmates are shocked to see you into stardom. Including your old situationship, who happens to be an actor.

𖤐 of all people... | When you, a student who finds her best friend admits the terrors of high school. A best friend who've you'd hated ever since he left. Of all people, why was he the one to make you swoon, a person you swore to hate?

𖤐 behind the lens | to be categorized and reposted

𖤐 just playing the part | to be categorized and reposted

𖤐 short fics | a collection of short smau/written fics.

[back2bluesidex]

Where Do Broken Hearts Go - Chapter 1 (18+)

Pairing: Model, ex-boyfriend!Jungkook X Child psychologist, Fem!Reader X Lawyer, Single Dad!Hoseok. 

Summary: Jungkook stripped your emotions naked, left you bare in the chilly wind of despair and self-doubt with an unending heartache. You tried your hardest to move on from him, to live for yourself but failed miserably. Each night you had to come back to your empty home where memories and broken dreams were scattered all around the floor, until one day a little angel and her unbelievably beautiful father came into your life. Finally, when you find yourself healing, maybe falling too, Jungkook had to show up! Again!

Theme: Angst, pining, heartbreak, break-up, SMUT (MDNI)

Warnings: lots of crying, reader is broken, she is suffering so bad, a flashback explicit sex scene, big-dick Jungkook, kind of size kink, he hits it from behind, shower sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up), creampie, Jung Hoseok enters the scene, he is so attractive that you might faint, subtle and flirty Hoseok, an adorable little girl, Namjoon makes an appearance.

It's not really mentioned but just so you know, Hoseok and reader has a slight age gap like 5 years. (which is not at all an age gap to me because my first boyfriend was 8 years older than me. haha. you didn't just read that.)

Word count: 4.2k

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A/N: First chapter is here. I wrote 4k+ words for a single fic and that's unbelievable. Anyway, I hope you guys like it, and I hope it's worth the wait.

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Chapters:- 

Prologue/Masterpost || Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 - Finale

“Reaching in 10 minutes” 

That’s what Jungkook texted you half an hour ago. 

It’s nothing new. He has always been late to your every date, every plan, every meetup. What is new is the lack of explanations and excuses following his delayed arrivals. He only apologizes and you hardly hear any sincerity in his atonements. 

You sigh, staring out of the huge window of the private cabin. 

Jungkook can’t meet you at your (supposed to be shared) home due to his “privacy” issues. So, you had to reserve this private cabin of an over-expensive continental restaurant. It’s funny how all of these feel so formal. It feels as if you are meeting one of your wealthy clients and not your boyfriend. This is how far Jungkook has drifted from you. 

Your feet bounce on the floor, reminding you that you are indeed very nervous. 

It’s a “leap of faith” situation for you today. If it works out then everything will start afresh, if it doesn’t… you will have to fall and break without having any idea on how to mend yourself. 

“Sorry. I’m late.” Jungkook’s muffled voice rings behind your ear. 

You were so lost in your thoughts, or fear, that you didn’t even hear him entering the cabin. 

He heads towards the seat opposite of yours, without any further greetings, any kiss or even a hug… not even a single glance.

“As if it’s the first time.” you scoff. Jungkook chuckles nervously, removing his mask and snapback. 

“Let’s order something. Heard their soy sauce chicken is a hit-” 

“Y/N, I can’t stay for long. Can you make it quick?” Jungkook cuts off your words. His tone is so curt, so foreign that you doubt if it’s actually him underneath his skin or not. 

“Jungkook… What's wrong? Why are you making things so formal? For fuck’s sake it’s me. Your so-called girlfriend.” Your voice quivers but you scream nonetheless. 

“Y/N! Quit being dramatic and lower your voice. We are not at home.” Jungkook hisses, teeth gritting, eyes narrowing. 

“Home? You mean the apartment you left because your agency said it’s risky to share a space with your girlfriend of three years? The same place you refused to meet at because paparazzi are keeping tabs on you as you are rumored to be dating someone else?” you reply with the same ferocity. 

Jungkook closes his eyes and rubs his face with both of his palms. Taking a sharp inhale, he says, “Can you please tell me why we are here? I don’t think you called me all the way here just so we can fight?”  

You roll your eyes, less in sarcasm, more in an attempt to make your tears disappear.

You sit straight as if being prepared for the sword that is going to pierce through your heart, “Jungkook, do you.. do you love me?” 

Jungkook visibly stiffens. His eyes go wide as if someone has asked him to jump off of the building. You see him collecting himself and clearing his throat only to lie, “O-Of course I do. But suddenly why?” 

Even though you want to believe his words, you know those are as hollow as his eyes and maybe his heart as well. 

“Then..” you pause, reaching for your purse. Pulling out the pitch black velvet box, you look at him. Jungkook’s eyes are wide again, filled with horror and confusion. He probably knows what you are doing and he does not seem to be the least bit happy.  

You stand up from your seat and round the table to reach Jungkook, “don’t you think it’s the high time we get engaged? It’s been three years since we started dating, our families approve of each other and” you pause, being unsure of whether you should say it, “and we have always wanted a future together.” You open the box for him to see, a tight-lipped smile lingers on your face only to punctuate your proposal.

Jungkook looks up at you with his big, doe, mystical eyes and then looks down on the ring you have spent a fortune on. Your heart hammers in your chest, but it is not the flattering kind. Your heart races in a fear that you are not ready to face yet.

Jungkook’s face falls and he looks away from you. He plays with his fingers and avoids any kind of eye contact with you. You stand there like a doll made of steel, staring at him holding the ring. 

“Y/N. This is not- I can’t. I mean, this is so sudden. I am at the peak of my career and I can’t think of getting engaged or married at this point of life.” he runs a hand though his dark hair out of frustration, “Why are you rushing everything like this?” Jungkook’s eyes are still trained on the table, not on you. 

“Because I am afraid, Jungkook. I am afraid you might leave me behind if I don’t try to hold onto you now.” you finally let your tears fall. Uncontrollable sobs leave your mouth. 

Jungkook whips his head towards you and then stands up slowly. He holds you by your arms and opens his mouth to say something, “Y/N. I-”

“But I guess it’s too late now. You were long gone. You were gone far before the day you were seen with her. I should have understood Jungkook. I should have…” you run out of breath but still continue, “now please answer me honestly, you love her. Don’t you?” 

Jungkook starts avoiding your eyes again. His grip on your arms loosens and you somehow know the answer already. 

“I never cheated on you, Y/N. I never lied to you.” He offers with eyes shut tightly. 

“But you never told me the full truth either.” your voice comes out weak. 

Jungkook remains silent for a while and then he continues with a frail voice, “That night. I mean, the photo that went viral, I was sending her back to her hotel. She flew all the way to the States to confess to me.” This is a new revelation to you, since you never really demanded any explanation from him. Honestly, you didn’t have the guts to face the truth. Rather you decided to try one last time. And that is what brings you here, defeated and rejected with a truck load of pain burdening you down. 

“And? What did you say?” you press on, being determined to end your suffering today even if it means you will have to return home with a broken relationship and a broken heart.  

“Nothing.” Jungkook gulps.

“You could not say no because you feel the same and you could not say yes because you still had me, is that right?” You know you awfully sound like you are in a session with one of your patients but you don’t care. You need to get to the root of this unbearable pain and cut it off for once and for all. 

Jungkook nods. Even though his eyes are hidden from yours, you know, those are full of guilt and shame but not a single speck of love and affection for you. 

You close your eyes, let the tears fall unbound, shut the box tight and take two steps back from your soon-to-be ex-boyfriend. 

“I know this is a stupid question but I- I’m just confirming” another sob leaves your mouth unintentionally, “do you want to break up? With me?” 

Jungkook pinches the bridge of his nose. He is probably finding a way to say yes without having to hurt you more than you can bear. 

“Y/N..” he murmurs. This is most likely the last time you are hearing him call you by your name. 

“Jungkook, please, just yes or no.” You take another step away from him.  

“Yes.” Jungkook breathes out. His eyes are still shut tight. 

Even though you knew what his answer would be, it still hurts much more than it did in your imagination. 

You feel as if your head is underwater, you can’t breathe, can’t fight, can’t scream. You need to be saved but the person you want to reach out to is the same person who pushed you into this unfathomable water. 

Your vision gets blurry with tears again, you can’t see Jungkook anymore. And you guess it’s better that way. 

“Okay. That's all I think. That’s all for our three years of history. I hope you lead a happier life from now on. Goodbye….. Jungkook.” and with that you left without waiting for him to say anything. You left him and a part of yourself with him. 

You are again sitting at your dining table, holding your phone tightly in your hand. You are again re-reading a headline just like you did a month and two days ago. You are again trying not to cry but you are failing miserably. 

“Calvin Kline fame Jeon Jungkook confirms the rumors by kissing rumored girlfriend actress Han Jiwon at a club downtown - The agency is yet to provide a statement.” 

It's cruel, how you have to wake up exactly at 7 in the morning despite crying for the better part of the night. 

It's even more cruel, how your vacation application (which you have been pursuing for more than a week now) was declined harshly because there's a "priority client" and you, arguably the most competent child psychologist of the clinic, have to take over the case. 

You reach for your phone and turn off the alarm. 

Opening your eyes, you stare at the ceiling blankly. It's been two weeks since you last saw Jungkook at the restaurant. It's been two weeks since your relationship came to an end. And it's been four months since you are sleeping on your own but you still crave for his warmth beside you. 

Love can be a funny thing. At one moment it's fulfilling you, injecting your heart with a sickening sweetness and at another one it's ripping off your urge to continue living, it's stuffing you with insecurity and self doubts that you hardly knew the existence of. 

You wonder what Jungkook is doing now. Is he sleeping by himself or is he waking up beside Jiwon? Is he kissing her shoulders softly like he used to do to you or is he hovering above her, spreading her legs and inserting his large shaft inside. 

Your thoughts are shaken off with the vibrating sound of your phone. 

It's Miseon. The receptionist of The Mindscope ( the clinic you work for) and probably the only person you can call a friend in this entire world. 

"Morning." You greet.

"Hey. Heard that your application was declined?" Miseon chrips from the other side of the line. 

"Yeah. For some priority clients. Kim asshole Namjoon will be deep-fried in burning oil in a giant ass frying pan in hell." You grumble.

"So you are coming back to work today I guess." 

"Yes I have to."

"Will you be okay tho?" You can hear concern in your friend's voice. She's the only person apart from your family to know about your and Jungkook's relationship. So, she called you immediately after seeing the tabloids twelve days ago. You cried on her shoulder when she visited you. 

"Yeah. I guess. I have to start doing the actual work anyway. My eyes are in pain for the prolonged hours I spent staring at Microsoft Word for these two weeks. Ugh. Now I hate documentation even more." 

Miseon chuckles, “Okay, see you at the clinic then.” 

“Yeah. see you.” 

You drag yourself out of the bed and head towards the washroom. If this is a new start, then you better accept it. 

As soon as the warm soothing water touches your body, memories come rushing back, flooding your mind with despair in the process. 

“Jungkook… I’m gonna get late” you whine, head tilting back with pleasure. 

Jungkook’s hand snakes around your waist, fingers reach for your sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“Five minutes won’t hurt, baby.” he whispers in your ear as his index and middle finger draw slow circles on your wet clit. 

His other hand teases one of your wet nipples, twisting and tugging it as harshly as he wants. 

A pool of slick gushes out of your hole making jungkook groan at the feeling. He dips his middle finger in your hole and collects some of your wetness, he then uses that to rub more smooth circles on your clit. 

You choke on thin air, moaning his name again and again you start to roll your hip on his naked cock. 

His giant cock fits perfectly along your ass crack, as if it was made to fit inside you. 

You roll your hips harder to elicit a reaction from your boyfriend. 

“Such a dirty girl, huh? All for me.” Jungkook’s husky voice pierce through your sober mind and you find yourself dazed with love and pleasure. 

Jungkook increases the pace of his fingers and you get more and more wet each passing second. 

“Kook.. I- I need you.” you manage to breathe out. 

“Don’t be vague, Y/N. Tell me what you exactly need.” Jungkook replies smugly. 

“I need your giant cock to ruin my pussy, daddy.” you reply, squeezing the tit that has been deprived of your boyfriend’s attention.

“Whatever my baby says.” and with that jungkook slips inside you in one go. You barely get any chance to adjust because he starts moving right away. 

He fucks you slow. His fingers never stop teasing your clit and soon you two reach your climax. He fills you with his cum and you coat his cock with yours. 

“Let’s get cleaned now, hm?” Jungkook places a kiss on your shoulder as he turns on the shower. 

Your back slides down the shower wall. You shake violently as loud sobs leave your throat one after another. 

“You are so cruel, Jungkook. You are so fucking cruel.” you scream. Your throat hurts but your heart hurts even more. 

You should have read the signs. When he kept on talking about Jiwon, aka his new friend from the agency, you should have perceived that shine in his eyes. 

You should have confronted him more when he said he would have a drink with her after his shoot. 

You should have asked his whereabouts when he ignored your calls and texts because he visited her in one of her drama sets. 

You should have done a lot of things but most importantly, you should have loved him a little less and loved yourself a little more. 

Counselee Information: - Name: Jung Sua Age: 7 (seven) Gender: Female (F) Guardian: Jung Hoseok  Relationship with the guardian: Father of the counselee  Reasons behind seeking help:  1. Changes in behavior  2. Quieter and more reserved than before 3. Frequent nightmares  4. Mild panic attacks 

“So, what do you think?” Namjoon questions, leaning on the plush chair, placed at the end of your table. 

“Nothing complicated. You could have handled it yourself. There was absolutely no need of rejecting my vacation applications again and again.” you spat, being very unimpressed with the dimpled smirk on your boss’ face. 

“Oh my god. What’s wrong?” he dramatically leans forward. Placing a hand on his chest, Namjoon continues, “I thought you will be in a better mood after two weeks of work from home. But you seem even more annoyed than before.” 

“For your information, I asked for a damn holiday not work from home aka  prolonged hours of documentation. I really need some time off, Namjoon. I am not kidding.” Your voice sounds so defeated that Namjoon has to sit straight. 

A serious expression takes over his features as he replies, “I know, Y/N. You are definitely not the type to take leaves for fun. But I am helpless here. The client has asked for you personally. He has done his own research and concluded that you can help his daughter better than everyone else in this clinic. I could not do anything.” 

You nod understanding his point of view. 

You are always more than ready to help these little, innocent souls out. It pains you to see these babies experiencing something as horrific as panic attacks. 

But this time you need therapy more than anyone else under your radar. Even though your exterior doesn’t show the unbearable pain your interior is going through, you still need some solace. You are really unwilling to work at this moment and you doubt if you can help anyone else when you are not mentally fit yourself.  

But you hardly have a choice. And maybe, just maybe, you will get a chance of distracting yourself from Jungkook's thoughts. Maybe you will be able to take a breather. Maybe you will heal in the process. Maybe? 

“The appointment is at 11 am, right?” You ask the man sitting right in front of you.

“Yes,” he answers. 

“It’s 10:49 already. Get out and let me prepare myself.” you mutter, closing your eyes and leaning back on your chair. 

“Okay okay. Don’t be so aggressive.” Namjoon chuckles before leaving you alone in the cabin. 

You go through Jung Sua's records once more to verify if there's a health condition you should be aware of. But there isn't anything. 

Just when you close the file, a knock rings on the cabin door. 

You sit straight. Ready to welcome a new friend. 

Yuna, your assistant, knocks once more before pushing the door slowly. She walks in first and then holds the door open for the guests. 

And the cutest seven years old, you have ever seen, walks inside. She's so small that she can be easily mistaken for a five year old. Her chubby cheeks and immaculately done pigtails makes her look like a doll. 

You almost coo at the sight. 

Even though you mostly work with kids, for the past year you were working with only teenagers. It's been long since you had the pleasure to serve yourself for a kid less than ten years old, let alone a seven year one. 

"Hello there, Miss Sua. How are you doing?" You say in a jovial voice, trudging towards the baby. 

Sua tenses a bit and looks behind her, looking for shelter from her father. He stands right behind Sua, offering her to hold one of his hands. Sua takes that readily.

You come forward and sit on your knees to maintain an eye level with your new friend. 

"Don't worry. I'm your new friend. My name is Y/N." You offer her your hand. She hesitates a bit and then looks at her father for confirmation.

You follow her cue and tilt your head up to take a look at the father of your counselee.

Only if you weren't the embodiment of damsel of distress these days, you could very well have a love at first sight. 

The man flaunts a pair of incredibly beautiful yet intimidating eyes, a chiseled jaw that can cut you into pieces, perfectly styled dark hair that falls on his face, and a pair of heart shaped lips which enhances the overall beauty of his face. The fitted dress pants and the black dress shirt give hints of the lithe, well-structured body that lies inside. 

He smiles at you, you do the same. And then you feel a softer, smaller hand wrapping up your fingertips lightly. 

Her cuteness makes you giggle. 

You stand up, taking her hand on yours, you start walking towards a cozier corner of your cabin, where you usually counsel kids. Her father follows you closely behind. 

There's a small and round glass table along with three chairs. One is meant for you and two others are meant for the counselees and their guardians. 

You turn towards Sua’s father. Smiling a little and you say “You need to take the seat first, so that she can be assured it is safe here.” 

“Sure” he replies. His voice is smooth and light, a contrast to his dark and manly features. 

He sits down on the bigger chair and pats on the smaller one, “come on Sua, com ‘ere.” 

Sua leaves your hand and wiggles towards her dad. She easily plops down on her seat. 

“Yuna, can you prepare the game room please?” You ask your assistant.

“Sure, Y/N” She says before closing the door as you get comfortable in your own chair. 

Sua regards you with her big, round doe eyes. She looks at you so intensely as if you have grown two horns in your head. 

You chuckle a bit, “Sua, don’t you like your new friend? Don’t you like me?” 

Sua stays silent. 

“Sua is very friendly. I am sure she will like Y/N very soon. Isn’t it, baby?” Sua’s father chimes in, squeezing one of her little hands with his bigger, rougher ones. 

You are so accustomed to your patients and their guardians to address you as “doctor”, that you had to take a moment after your name rolled out of Mr. Jung’s mouth. 

The change is welcomed anyway. 

You divert your eyes from Sua to him, only to find him smiling at you warmly. You mirror his smile. His smile is so damn gorgeous that you can’t help but feel contaminated with it. 

“Sua, what do you like to play the most?” you focus on Sua again.

“Mario kart” she replies briefly, staring down at her feet. 

“Okay. That's a great game. But what would you like to play outside? For example with your classmates during lunchtime?” You place your next question. 

“My classmates don’t play with me.” She was quick with her answer. 

Your smile drops instantly and you already start mapping out all the possible sources of the issues she is facing. 

Nodding to yourself in understanding, you proceed, “Okay, let’s not talk about games anymore. You tell me what you like more, oranges or mangoes?”

“Mangoes.” she replies. 

“Okay” standing up from your seat, you walk towards your table and call Yuna. She comes within a few seconds. 

You instruct her to take Sua to the game room and treat her to some delicious mango juice. Even though Sua hesitates for a bit, her father’s encouragement works really well. 

As soon as Sua leaves the room, you find yourself quite nervous under the intimidating gaze of Mr. Jung. 

This setting is nothing new. You have been into one-on-one conversations with your counselees’ parents for more times than you can count. But none of them were as young and attractive as Mr. Jung. 

You inhale a long breath before continuing, “so, Mr. Jung, since when did you start noticing these changes in Sua?” 

“Almost a month ago. I can’t pinpoint an exact date but she has gradually become very quiet over this last month. She used to be very chatty. She used to tell me every little thing in detail about her day, her friends, what she had for lunch, what colors she used in drawings and so on. Now-a-days her answers have become vague and insignificant.” Mr. Jung sighs.

“Hmm. and the nightmares?” you ask, scribbling on the ipad. 

“Around the same time. She woke up at 2 in the morning, ran to my room crying and breathing heavily. She didn’t tell me what it was about but kept on saying she was afraid. The same thing happened two more times.” He completes. 

“Umm. The next question might be a little personal but the information is required for future counsellings. I ask for your understanding.” you sit straight. He nods. 

“You said she came running to you when she had nightmares. Hence, I assume you were alone in the room. What about Sua’s mother?” 

“I am a single dad, Doctor. Sua’s mother and I were in a casual relationship when she conceived with Sua unexpectedly. Both of us were just starting our careers so it was tough for us to think of getting married. On the top of that we didn’t like each other enough to proceed with that option. So, we decided to co-parent. But…” he pauses, takes in a long breath and then continues, “she disappeared after giving birth. She left a note behind as an apology, saying that she is not ready to be a mother, asking me not to contact her anymore. My mother and sister helped me in raising Sua so beautifully. They are the only ones to become something close to a mother figure for her. That’s all.” 

You feel something warm flooding in your chest. You don’t know what it is, it can be respect, can be sympathy, can be even admiration for this man who you don’t even know properly. 

A genuine smile takes over your face as you mutter, “You have done a great job Mr. Jung. You have raised a beautiful daughter all by yourself. You have worked hard.” 

Mr, Jung’s dark eyes flood with some emotions you can’t quite name. He stares at you intensely, so much so that you feel he is reading you inside out. You can’t help but stare back at him. 

“Call me Hoseok. So that I can call you by your name too. Is that okay, Y/N?” his voice is deeper than earlier, his smile is lopsided, more like a smirk. 

You find yourself easily smiling along with him, something that has been quite tough for you to do for the past few months. 

“Sure. Hoseok.” Your reply comes out without any further thought.   

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Years after their reunion, Lestat wants Louis to move into his home in New Orleans. Louis would rather think about the next thing he could buy for him.

Surrender and Win | Louis/Lestat (explicit, 4.0k)

It’s difficult to remember when the last time Lestat had the upper hand over him like this was. There is something to the struggle, though, to the merciless push and pull that Louis finds he craves, and it feels good to be defeated at times. Lestat is a ruthless opponent, and to surrender to him can be its own form of release, but—Louis has never begged for it. He cannot. Fortunately, he’ll never need to. At the height of Louis and Lestat's "casual" arrangement, a power struggle ensues.

Dwell Where You Are Safe | Louis/Lestat (explicit, 5.1k)

Louis is a man of infuriating, addictive contradictions. Lestat had thought that following his and Claudia’s calamitous chess game, he would grow cold to him. Inexplicably, it seems to have produced the opposite effect. Or: after the chess game, Lestat struggles to make sense of his lover’s sudden, overwhelming lust.

Perpetual 1908 | Louis/Lestat (explicit, 6.3k)

This is a new side of Lestat, one that accepts Louis’ rule and lets himself be guided by his hand. There is a longing in him, a need for release from his own impulses, from his own sense of control. Has Paris done this to him, as well? Filled him with too many sorrows for keeping, made him crave a departure from his own mind? Louis buys Lestat a watch. The gift is well-received.

Five Memories in the Vaults of Your Mind | Armand/Louis (mature, 6.9k)

There are things in Armand’s past, people and moments and long stretches of times, years, decades—that he would not have objected to forgetting. If a benevolent being came along and offered to erase them for him, to blur the feelings that came with their memories, offered to take it all away and cradle Armand’s mind in its loving palm… he would have fallen to his knees and wept with relief.  Or: five things Louis would like to forget.

Haul Away Together | Louis/Lestat, Louis/The Sailor (explicit, 5.7k, warning: noncon elements with the sailor)

It’s like something pulled directly from Louis’ teenage mind; the bright, muscular sailor, ruddy with arousal as he shrugs off his shirt with easy confidence. Louis wonders if Lestat knew, somehow, of this forgotten fantasy of his youth. If it’s part of why it seems to be coming true, now. Three nights after Louis is turned, Lestat brings home a gift.

Words on Screen | Louis/Lestat (explicit, 6.9k)

It’s a text from Lestat, with an image attached. He does that sometimes, sends Louis pictures of things he thinks he would enjoy, though the vast majority of them are painfully pedestrian; a statue from the 18th century, a lamp had Lestat bought for his apartment, a man on the street with a pet parrot—on one occasion, a picture of a tree. Lestat claimed he ‘thought Louis would appreciate its unique Byzantine shape’.

Really, the pictures themselves are meaningless—they function, utterly transparently, as excuses to contact Louis. Little digital lures, meant to pull him into Lestat’s orbit once more. This is a sexting fic.

See / Exit | Louis/Lestat (explicit, 8.7k)

Louis is living for himself—which means doing what he wants, and being honest about what it is. So what if he flew across the world, attended Lestat’s concert, got hot and bothered watching him perform and waited for him in his dressing room? So what if upon seeing Lestat, he immediately went to his knees to give him a blowjob so dirty he thought he might come just from giving it? It’s not a big deal. At least, it doesn’t have to be. Or: five times Louis waits for Lestat in his dressing room, and one time Lestat is already there.

Burrow | Louis/Lestat (explicit, 3.5k, warning: dubcon)

Louis is tired a lot, these days. Lestat watches as he hunts human, makes sure he stays well-nourished and full, and so he knows that isn’t the reason. A voice from within him, a cruel one, wants to whisper to him—but Lestat banishes it from his mind. He will simply have to work harder, tonight, to rouse his beloved – a small challenge like this shouldn’t deter. Lestat will have him hard and begging in no time. Since their reconciliation, Louis has become more agreeable. Maybe too agreeable.

the body, not in stasis | Daniel/Louis, (explicit, 1.9k)

“The need to cares for your body is, in part, what tethers you to it. It’s a reminder, Daniel—that you are flesh and blood. That you are a human being,” Louis insists, in his usual verbose fashion, and Daniel can’t help but laugh as he turns to leave. “Well, you’re welcome to come watch, if it’s so magical to you,” he says.

Want and Swallow and Keep | Louis/Lestat (explicit, 10.7k, warning: dubcon)

Love, sex, possession. To Lestat, they’re all the same thing. So this could be perfect; Louis could decide what they do, control Lestat’s actions. He could make Lestat work for it, earn Louis’ trust again by way of obedience. Louis could restrain him from doing something—something bad.

Of Mercy, With Choice | Louis/Lestat (explicit, 6.2k)

“I always thought that your victims were truly fortunate, to be gifted with such an exhilarating death,” Lestat says, tangled in the messy sheets. “What bliss it must have been, to be killed by one so beautiful.” Louis and Lestat play at a fantasy. It gets a bit out of hand.

A Chill That Follows | Louis/Armand/Dreamstat (explicit, 4.9k)

Armand wants him, wants him bad—is willing to go against the coven to hold him. Louis can work with that, he’s good at figuring out which buttons to push, how to get what he needs. And this is what he needs right now; to feel a man’s touch after going without for so long. He wants Armand, too. Louis lets Armand in. Or at least, he tries to. There's a complication.

To Make a Real Home | Louis/Lestat (explicit, 5.4k, warning: dubcon)

Louis is hovering a few steps behind him as he tucks the girl in, as gently as he can—she needs to heal, and it will likely take some time. Lestat can feel Louis’ gaze on his back, can feel the anxiety radiating from him as he watches from a distance, stock-still as if afraid to disturb the ritual taking place in front of him. It makes Lestat feel cold. Emotions run high in the aftermath of Claudia's turning.

And the Knowing Is Sweet, Too | Louis/Lestat (explicit, 6.6k)

For his own peace of mind, Louis had to get Lestat out of that miserable shack. He rented him a fully furnished apartment not too far from Rue Royale, then purchased a new, elegant coffin for him to sleep in. Next, a modern wardrobe to help him blend in with the mortals. And finally, he bought him a piano—a nice one, too. He assured Lestat that it was all a loan, just until he got his finances in order. The piano, though, was a gift. And now it was time for Louis to go home.

See What Happens | Daniel/Louis, (explicit, 6.3k)

So this is happening. This extremely stupid, thrilling professional and personal mistake that he’s making with the 100-year-old serial killer he’s supposed to be interviewing. Daniel steels himself – it’s happening, and he’s in it, and there’s no point in turning back now. He has to see where it goes. Daniel stumbles into a game he doesn't understand.

New Ways for Old Things | Louis/Lestat (explicit, 3.8k, warning: this fic is old)

Louis is sure that the burns are painful, but Lestat’s reactions seem to indicate something beyond a simple physical thrill. It’s as if this old game is unveiling a brand new side of them.

Seek His Face and Turn | Louis/Lestat (explicit, 2.8k, warning: dubcon, and this fic is also old)

Louis can’t help but feel that nothing has truly changed. Lestat is simply humouring his latest whim, to play the overpowering predator to Lestat’s helpless victim in some mockery of a payback. Every night Louis berates himself for participating in this charade, and every morning he falls asleep in Lestat’s arms, spent and resigned. It’s never truly what he wants it to be, anyway, and it’s only a matter of time before this new game loses its novelty. After taking Lestat back, Louis bargains.

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Shawn Mendes and Niall Horan Timeline

Year 2018

JAN 2018 NIALL’S ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHAWN’ PICTURE AND SHAWN’S PICTURE OF THEM AT THE AMAS ARE, RESPECTIVELY, THEIR MOST LIKED POSTS ON IG FOR 2017

Jan 25 2018 Shawn talks about The Collab on The Voice: We’re really good friends and I mean, we hang out all the time. And we’re always like, ‘we should write a song’ and then we’re planning on writing a song, and we just end up hanging out. Always. (He said something similar back in Nov before the AMAs.)

Mar 2018

Fans, uh:

Mar 25 Shawn talks The Collab on The Weekend Countdown: My favorite thing about Niall is his sense of humor. He has this hilarious, Irish sense of humor that really cracks me up… How soon until there’s a collab? I have no idea. He’s always on tour when I’m writing, and he’s always writing when I’m on tour. So, one day. Hopefully.

MAY 2018

May 13 Shawn talks about performing at the O2: I mean performing the O2 was obviously just a complete dream of mine –and lucky enough to be able to do 2 nights there. A lot of people who I really love came and saw the show. Niall Horan, who’s a good friend of mine, came and watched me, and that was you know, a very special moment to me.

May 17 Shawn asks the audience at his Apple Music show to send Niall well wishes: Everybody watching online, if you could just tweet at Niall ‘feel better’ that would be really sweet.

Apple does, Niall replies:

May 24 Shawn talking about his most liked IG pic: This next photo is one of my favorite photos. Not because I’m sitting with Niall, because in the background, my A&R from Island Records, Ziggy, is there and he just looks so blow away by something and I have no idea… Also, the girl in between is making a hilarious face. That’s an awesome photo. I think this is like my most liked photo on Instagram, actually.

MAY 27 THE BIGGEST WEEKEND

Shawn and Niall do an interview together for BBC – FINALLY.

Transcribed in full here. Highlights include (via DailyNiall):

Bonus: we know, Nick

JUNE 2018

Jun 4 Niall does an interview with Fitzy & Wippa:

Sarah: Hey Niall, over the weekend… I was watching this thing on Instagram, and it was you and Shawn Mendes. Are you two just a little bit into each other? It was coming across as that you’re kind of obsessed.

Niall: Definitely not. They kept asking us questions that would make us answer it like that. Kind of like with [unintelligible], everyone thinks they’ve got a thing going on. Nah, we’re good mates. Just sat us down and interviewed us.

Sarah: I did hear you say that he plays you demos of his music before he takes it public. Was that true, or was that a lie?

Niall: No, that’s true, yeah. What’s wrong with that?

Sarah: Nothing! I just thought it’s amazing. We’re such big Shawn Mendes fans here. It was nice to see.

Interviewer: And are you brutally honest with him? If there’s a song you don’t like, or you think he could change? Do you tell him, or are you always like ‘mate, dude, this is amazing’?

Niall: Well, he’s on a bit of a roll at the minute. There’s nothing really…

Interviewer: He’s a very talented man. Have you ever thought of doing a song with Shawn? Have you guys actually put lyrics together, or music together?

Niall: No, we haven’t. We get asked about it a lot, to be fair… It’s kind of like –when we’re in the same place at the same time. Like, the other day we were in LA and a group – me and him and a group of our mates, we went to watch a U2 gig. We didn’t like – when we’re together, when we’re in the same city we don’t like sit in the studio together. Which we probably should get around to, but for the most part we just hang out together, to be honest.

Jun 7 Niall talks about Shawn during soundcheck:

and during #AskLateLateShawn: “if you had to create a boy band, who would you pick to be in it with you?” James and Shawn pick Jimi Hendrix, Harry Styles, Niall, and Elvis.

AUGUST 2018

Aug 20 At the VMAs Shawn is asked: What do you think about Niall Horan and Hailee?

Shawn: Niall and Hailee? They’re two of my favorite people in the whole world. Niall is one of my greatest friends. Hailee is one of the first people – you know, when she first started out, I was one of the first people she worked with in music. And I love them both. I thought this was common knowledge? I guess it was common knowledge for me, I’m close friends with them both.

NOVEMBER 2018

Nov 12 Shawn’s voice can be heard in the background of Niall’s InstaStory

NOV 17 SHAWN POSTS PICTURES OF HIM AND NIALL AT 40LOVE TO SNAPCHAT, INSTAGRAM, AND INSTASTORY: PICTURE, VIDEO (PUT THAT TONGUE AWAY HORAN)

DECEMBER 2018

Dec 4 Shawn talks about Niall during an interview with ET Canada.

Interviewer: You recently posted a photo with Niall Horan. And everytime you guys post a photo, fans are like ‘oh they must we working together.’

Shawn: We’re not. Not yet. We will though. You know what, we started really seriously talking about it that night. 100 percent going to happen. Niall and I talk about this pretty much every time we see each other. The truth is that we’re just really, really good friends and we always really enjoy just hanging out. And sometimes you don’t get a lot of time to hang out, so that’s what we want to do, but we’ll get in.

Dec 7 Niall tweets Shawn about his Grammy nom

Dec 8 Shawn talks with B96 about his Grammy nominations. When told to choose between charcoal, a karaoke machine, and a Bentley for Camilla, Niall (“we chose Niall for you…”) and Taylor, Shawn says: Niall’s getting the charcoal – 100 percent, immediately… Niall definitely gets the charcoal. That’s what’s most important here.

Int: I love it, that was so easy.

Shawn: Oh yeah, no, two bags of charcoal.

Int: Why was that so easy for you to say?

Shawn: It’s what he deserves! No I’m kidding. I really am kidding. I love Niall. He actually tweeted out the nicest thing he’s ever said to me ever about the Grammys, he’s just like really proud of me and tweeted it out. Yeah, he’s a good friend of mine, that’s why I’m bugging him.

Dec 14

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Broken Legs - Part 2

Bodhi Durran x OC (Evelyn Lyford) OC masterpost ☆ Masterlist

3.6k words ☆ Part 2 of 2 (but I may want to do a part 3 so lmk if you're interested) Part 1 here

This took waaaay longer to finish (I am in the middle of exams rn so I don't know what I was expecting) than I expected but it's finally here!!!

Warnings: Nimh being a bit murdery, description of mending a broken bone (not fun), references to some evie lore that may involve some childhood trauma (not specified), tiny mention of blood, bodhi being adorable, dain being a bit of an idiot

(please let me know if I missed anything)

“Good, you’re awake.” Is the first thing I hear as I open my eyes but that doesn’t make any sense because, even through my slightly bleary eyes, I can’t see anyone around. Aside from the first year in a bed at the other end of the room, who looks like she’s got a really bad cold and is a little high, there’s no one else here. Parker’s shift in the infirmary ended while I was asleep, if it’s the time I think it is, Nolan left quite quickly after he mended my legs and Bodhi eventually gave in to my insistence that I would fine if he left me for a bit to go to his classes. I take a quick look around the room just to make sure I’m not blatantly ignoring someone. I’m not, there’s no one else here. So what-

“Sometimes I question why I chose you when you’re this stupid.”

“Ah, hi Nimh.”

“How are the legs?” She asks. Greeting people normally is not something she finds easy so, the majority of the time, she just doesn’t make any attempts.

“They ache but, you know, not broken anymore so…”

Nolan had mended me earlier. Mending, a deceptive name for what he is able to do. Yes, he does technically mend but there’s a sort of gentleness to that word that does not translate to the actual process of mending bones. I hadn’t expected it either, I’d never broken a bone whilst in the quadrant before. My only experience with menders was with a cadet in the second wing, last year, who was one. She’d had a go at mending some bruises I’d received on the mat, nothing too major (I had won the match, after all) and easy enough for a first year who was only just learning to use their signet. The mending felt odd but not uncomfortable, it was warm and tingly like someone had just brushed their lips on my skin. But mending bone, that’s a whole other sensation. Less a sensation and more like something has spectacularly exploded and embedded itself into all the broken bits of bone to furiously jam them back together all while shockwaves from the explosion pulse through your nerves and make you wish you could just have broken legs forever and ever. Menders now terrify me. Imagine what they could do if they actually tried to hurt you.

Bodhi was with me the whole time. Like a single tent peg that’s managed to keep the flailing tent tethered to the ground in the middle of a hurricane. Holding my hands, in part, to counter me and also to comfort. To tether me to reality, be my rock, my anchor, my gravity.

He stayed for a little while after, still holding my hand, occasionally whispering soft little utterances, in Tyrrish (I’d asked him to teach me after I heard him speak it quietly to himself), to me. Until I realised he was missing History.

“What is your plan with the squad leader?” Nimh’s voice cuts through my thoughts sharply although there’s the tiniest hint in her tone that reminds me of when I would conspire with my best friend back home.

“Unfortunately it’s against the codex to kill him.”

“Not for me, it isn’t.” And she’s back to the bloodthirsty dragon I’m used to.

“I appreciate the offer but I’m not feeling up to taking over his responsibilities. It’s hard enough being his executive officer.” I reply as a new healer enters the infirmary to start their rounds. Shouldn’t be bad with a grand total of two people in their care at the moment.

“I had forgotten that it may affect your leadership position. Now I think we should definitely kill him.”

“No, we’re not killing him for… what is your obsession with power?”

“Why do you not want more power?” There’s a teasing lilt to her voice.

“Because this shit is difficult enough as it is.” I bite back. At the same time, two infantry cadets stumble into the infirmary. One with a jagged bleeding cut across his cheek and the other clutching his side like his internal organs are going to fall out. I highly doubt they are, I can’t even spot any blood. Though, that doesn’t rule out internal bleeding so I’ll let him off the hook for the dramatics. For now.

“And you are perfectly capable…” Right, I’m still having a conversation and… hang on-

“Whoa, is that a compliment?”

“You have ruined it now.” Nimh’s voice is now devoid of any emotion, making me smile a little.

“You still complimented me.”

“We still don’t have a plan for the squad leader.”

I see the healer take note of the infantry cadets and I swear she lets out a small exasperated sigh. I think she’s a first year. Huh, so much for an easy shift.

“Smooth topic change.”

“Plan.” Yep. There is not a single ounce of emotion in her voice now. My poor emotionally repressed dragon.

“How about I give him my notes on the first year's matches late?”

There’s silence from her end but I know she’s still listening.

“What? It’s Dain! That will drive him up the wall.”

Still, silence.

“I’ll do it for a full two months.”

“Better.”

“Are you going to do something to mess with Cath?”

“Obviously.”

“Are you gonna tell me what it is?”

“No.”

I guess I’ll find out when it happens then.

The first year has started to stitch up the cut on the first guy’s cheek. I’m fighting a small smirk that wants to form on my lips at his more than uncomfortable state.

Nimh’s voice creeps into my mind once again. “Enlighten me as to why you’re taking pleasure in this unknown man’s pain.”

Odd phrasing.

“I have my reasons.” She knows why, she just wants me to say it.

“Infantry?”

I’m half tempted not to reply and then fully tempted as the door opens allowing me to feign being distracted by the new visitor. The door appears to open on its own at first and I briefly consider the possibility of ghosts. I’m quickly starting to get bored in here.

To either my relief or disappointment, it’s not ghosts. It’s someone pushing the door open with their back. Someone tall with a dark head of curls holding a tray in their arms. They step away from the door letting it swing back to close and then pause momentarily. Warm brown searching eyes meet mine and instantly soften. I lift my hand from where it’s been resting on my side and give Bodhi a subtle wave. As if the floor is propelling him, he springs toward my bed with a small smile gracing his lips.

“Ah,” Nimh chuckles. “He’s here. That’s why your mind has gone all fuzzy.”

I ignore her and the sparkling navy presence in my mind ebbs away a little.

I can now see the items he’s holding that forced him to make his almost spectral entrance. Two plates piled with steaming food and a book. My book, which had been hastily turned upside down with the pages still open on my bedside table after Imogen violently banged on my door to get me out and down to breakfast on time. My book, which is now carefully placed on a tray in my boyfriend’s arms with a navy blue ribbon poking out the pages marking where I left off. He’s a godsdamn angel.

“Dinner is served milady.” he proclaims solemnly, placing the tray on the small wooden table to my left.

“Hello.”

“Hi. How are you feeling darling?” He sits in his chair from this morning and immediately grasps my hand to kiss it softly.

“Bored.”

He bites back a smile.

“Not quite what I meant. How are your legs?”

I let out a small sigh and squeeze his hand. “They feel alright, a bit achy but good.”

Bodhi hums in response, his too-pretty eyes flitting over to where the first year healer is still sorting out the two infantry cadets. “They gonna let you go tonight?”

“Not sure. I’ve only just woken up but I feel fine enough.” He nods. “You didn’t have to bring me dinner by the way.” I murmur whilst shifting myself into more of a sitting position.

“Yes, I did. You haven’t eaten all day and…” He hesitates though the words are on the tip of his tongue “I’ve also gone far too long without seeing you.”

I narrow my eyes at him but the corner of my mouth lifts slightly when I see how he’s still focused intensely on me like it’s his one and only purpose in life.

“You sap.”

“I’m very aware.” He states before shuffling forward in his seat slightly to take a plate and fork off of the tray. “Now, eat or I’ll feed you myself.” He leans over to pass them to me.

‘I’d like to see you try.’ I lift my chin a little.

“Oh yeah?” Before I can even register what’s happening Bodhi is reaching across with a fork aiming straight for my mouth. I duck and hide my face in the pillow resting behind me.

“That was not actually an invitation, Bodhi Durran! You ass!” I groan into the pillow and raise my hand to flip him off. He takes said hand in his own and pulls me by the arm away from the pillow. My eyes are shut, he doesn’t deserve to be looked at after pulling that, but I can hear him laughing. Quiet little fits of giggles at my perfectly valid reaction to him trying to feed me like I’m a petulant child. I fold my arms over my chest, opening my eyes slowly as if that will prepare me for another fork attack. He’s stopped laughing now but his face is lit up in a smile that causes the skin around the outer corner of his eyes to crease a little. I take the plate from him avoiding eye contact so I don’t accidently contract a strain of his infectious smile. Staring straight at the plate in my lap seems the best option at the moment. My stomach rumbles at the sight in front of me. I am fucking starving.

“How was your day anyway?” I ask in between mouthfuls.

I hear him chuckle slightly before answering. “Fine. Good. Well, not good. I missed you.”

At that, I do look at him, eyebrows raised, corner of my mouth lifting.

“Hey, I wasn’t the only one.” He defends. “Imogen was in a foul mood today. I’d say she missed you too.”

“Imogen’s always in a foul mood. That means nothing.” I point out as he takes the other plate on the tray and begins eating. Something in Bodhi’s eyes shifts.

“Well,” he begins. “she was excessively pissed about something but she wouldn’t say what…” he trails off, looking at me pointedly.

I bite my lip and slowly put down my fork as I realise what he’s getting at. He still doesn’t know what happened. Probably still thinks someone’s out there waiting to try and kill me again which they aren’t. No one tried to kill me in the first place but his adorable yet seriously paranoid ass likely thinks they did. I did get knocked off the top of my dragon and only broke both of my legs, after all.

“Look…” I start but then-

“Hey! Sorry if I’m interrupting. I just need to do a couple checks and then I think I can go get one of my professors to discharge you.” It’s the first year, oblivious to the heavy cloud of awkwardness that is hovering above Bodhi and me.

I turn to her with a smile. That's my best attempt at not being awkward but pretending I’m fine when I’m not has never been my strong suit. “Yeah. Sure whatever you need to do.”

And she’s off straightening out my legs and staring at them as if she can see through the skin to the newly mended bone. She notes something down on the clipboard she’s holding and then turns to me again.

“I need to see how you’re walking now so if you want to get up and just walk to the other side of the room.”

I nod and start to get up out of the bed, swinging my legs to one side and letting my feet touch the floor. I can feel the cold through my socks and it sends a small shiver up my body. Bodhi reaches out a hand to pull me up and I take it without hesitation. His hands are warm and comforting like always, unless he’s been outside without gloves for too long, and his thumb brushes over the back of my hand like it’s muscle memory by now. He doesn’t say anything though. I doubt he will until I start talking. I glance at his face briefly, there’s a small crease between his eyebrows and his eyes look far away like their souls have wandered off into the depths of his mind. He’s shut down, worrying, wondering why I haven’t told him what happened. And, honestly, I am too. He’s my boyfriend for fucks sake.

The second Bodhi lets go of my hand to allow me to walk, I’m cold all over again and there’s a bone-deep ache in my legs that makes me wince.

The healer- I really should ask her name- notices and helpfully adds “It might hurt a bit but we’re just checking everything’s back in the right place and not causing massive amounts of pain. However, if anything does feel wrong, say.”

I take a breath and step forward. One foot in front of the other. It hurts but only because I feel a bit stiff. The sharp stabs I felt this morning are long gone. I turn around when I make it to the other side of the room and the first year is right back to making a note on her clipboard. She looks up quickly and says “Okay, I can go get one of my professors and you’ll be good to go.”

Five minutes later, I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, tying the laces on my boots as Bodhi puts our half-eaten dinner plates back on the tray next to my untouched book. He’s moving slowly, his mind still far away, worrying when he shouldn’t be. I can’t take this anymore.

“It was an accident.” I blurt.

Bodhi looks at me with furrowed brows. “What?”

“The whole falling off Nimh thing. No one was trying to kill me like I know you think they did.”

He opens his mouth to say something.

“No. Let me finish. I was standing at the top of Nimh’s leg, about to dismount, when another dragon was coming into the flight field a little too low. They went straight over Nimh and me and the gust blew me off. They didn’t mean to be flying that low over us. It was an accident. No one is trying to kill me, and it most certainly wasn’t because of you.”

He nods slowly and then quickly sits beside me on the bed. His soft brown eyes meet mine and he says “You’re sure? Because if someone was-”

“I’m sure. Stop worrying baby.”

I take Bodhi’s hands in mine and a wide grin lights up the rest of his face.

“What?” I ask and his grin gets impossibly wider.

“You never call me that in public.” He teases whilst pulling my arms up so my hands will rest on the back of his neck.

I look anywhere but him and blood rushes into my cheeks.

“Wha- there are, like, three people in here. That doesn’t count.”

His hands find their way to my side, pulling me closer, and he leans down a little so we’re face to face. I’m still not letting myself look at him.

“Uh huh. You keep telling yourself that.” He murmurs before pressing his lips firmly onto mine. I kiss him back and pull him closer as sparks shoot up my spine. Bodhi smiles into the kiss and after a moment, in the biggest turn of the century, pulls away first.

“You also never let kisses last that long in public.” He adds.

I groan and drop my forehead onto his chest.

“Are you complaining?”

“No. No, definitely not.” He chuckles and presses a kiss to the top of my head.

Then a thought comes to me. A stupid thought, an utterly ridiculous thought but still, now it’s in my head and there’s only one way to get it out.

“Is this your way of saying you’re mad at me?” I mumble into his chest. I can barely hear myself say it, I’m half expecting Bodhi to innocently ask me to repeat myself but from the way he freezes and his hands grip harder at my sides, I know he heard me.

“Why on earth would you think that?” His voice is quiet, too quiet. I lift my head to look at him. His eyes are wide, the rest of his face frozen in an expression that is not dissimilar to that of a kicked puppy.

I feel like a bucket of ice water has been tipped over me and in my most pathetic voice I say, “I didn’t tell you what happened, made you worry the whole day.”

Bodhi looks at me in sheer disbelief and lifts a hand to my face, brushing a thumb over my cheekbone. “Oh Evie, no never. I don’t think it’s actually possible for me to be mad at you, ever.”

I nod carefully and let my hands smooth over his chest. I’m not saying anything, not until the stupidity of my question washes away.

“What I am mad about though,” he continues as if that utterance was never going to make my heart rate increase exponentially. “is that I brought your book all the way here so I could read to you and now you’re getting discharged before I can even suggest it.”

Warmth spreads through my body and before I can properly think about it I’m wrapping my arms around his torso and laying my head against his chest.

“Fuck, I love you.” Tumbles from my lips and everything in me just stops functioning because there goes another thing I don’t do in public. At least, not so loudly because I’m pretty sure I was close to shouting there.

“You are on a roll with these public displays of affection today.” Bodhi teases, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me even closer so I’m practically in his lap. I glare up at him but don’t make an attempt to move away. I honestly wouldn’t care if the entire quadrant came in and saw us like this. Something has to be wrong with me.

“Okay sorry, but while we’re on the theme of asking silly questions, well I’m more just curious… Was it Aetos?” He asks so casually that I almost don’t realise what he’s said, too lost in the rhythm of his heart beating by my ear.

“How the fuck does he know that?” I ask Nimh, who’s been easing herself back into my mind, no doubt spying so she can mercilessly mock me later.

“Not a clue, I haven’t told Cuir anything.” She sounds extremely amused, I can practically hear her smirk if dragons can even do that. Well, only one way to find out now.

“How the fuck do you know that?”

I try to angle my head to look at him but it’s not really possible without moving from my very comfortable position, which I very much do not want to do. Bodhi begins to slowly use one of his hands to caress my back, lighting a trail of sparks along my spine.

“Dain kept looking guiltily at the spot you’d usually sit in during Battle Brief, so I guessed he’s got something to do with it.” He states. “Originally I had thought he had just seen it happen and felt bad, I didn’t think he would’ve been the one to cause it because at the time I thought someone wanted to kill you and he can’t kill you without breaking the codex and we all know how he feels about that. But now… well, I’ve seen how much he likes to make those dramatic ass landings with his dragon.”

I smile a little at that.

“He did have a bit of a panic when he saw me go down and he offered to help. I did then tell him if he stepped any closer there would be a dagger embedded in his chest.”

Bodhi laughs, the sound making my heart flutter, and he kisses the top of my head again. “That’s my girl.” He says into my hair and I instinctively move closer into his chest.

“Okay, seriously what happened? Did they give you too many painkillers or something? Because this never happens outside of our rooms unless you’re really sleepy?” He genuinely questions.

“Not sleepy,” I state. “I think it might be because I was so scared of poisoning you earlier. Like, I’m overcompensating or something. Maybe I just don’t give a fuck anymore, want people to see you’re mine.”

And apparently, I have no filter anymore either because I even shocked myself with that last admission. Bodhi just holds me even tighter and mutters something in Tyrrish that I can’t quite pick up.

After a minute of comfortable silence, I ask, “Could I stay in your room tonight and you could read to me?”

“I was just about to suggest that, darling.”

Thank you so much for reading this and please let me know what you think!

I am currently working on something for Aaric and also Ridoc (eventually I'll get round to all the FW boys) so look out for that if you're interested.

Also my inbox is open if anyone wants to ask questions about my OC's or just FW in general because I love talking about it.

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Trespasser Conversation

Cole

Trespasser Masterpost Cole Masterpost

Cole: Hello.

Cole made more human Cole: Being this, being me… it’s harder, but better. I like me. Maryden laughs at things I say.

Cole made more spirit Cole: When this is done, I will slip back safely, a spirit. Someone is hurting. He needs me to remember who he is.

Blackwall freed/made Warden Cole: Rainier. Rainier. Rainier. It still hurts, but you helped make it better. He can mend it now.

??? Cole: “The bone must be broken to set.” She wants a wall to keep the dreams away. Ignorance is a disease. She is the cure.

General

Cole: Sometimes the cow takes your gold.

Cole: It was the same boy. His mother on the ship, his father in their homeland. He grew up lonely, or didn't.

Cole: She killed the girl to save herself. She thinks about the eyes going black. A weapon is an order, not a gift.

Cole: It always had a soul. The question is the answer.

Cole: He died in the darkness so a blue rose could bloom.

Cole: Bare-faced but free, frolicking, fighting, fierce. He wants to give wisdom, not orders.

Cole: They made bodies from the earth, and the earth was afraid. It fought back, but they made it forget.

Cole: He did not want a body, but she asked him to come. He left a scar when he burned her off his face.

Cole: Her name is different now. Victoria. The old name slips away, further each time. She’s glad you’re here.

Cole: He broke the dreams to stop the old dreams from waking. The wolf chews its leg off to escape the trap.

Cole: His friend had to die, because he thought they were people. A slow arrow breaks in the sad wolf’s jaws.

Cole: If you leave and come back, the chest gives you another. That’s how we know too much.

Cole: The guardian spirits stayed, not bound but biding, because he asked. He knows how to speak so spirits listen.

Cole: The spirits have fled, flying, fluttering, fast to the farthest Fade. They’re afraid of the Veil tearing again.

Cole: Your hand hurts. A heartbeat, not yours, hammering the beat of a song in its final verse. I’m sorry.

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Here's more centaur!Izuku cause I wrote it directly after the first batch but didn't want it to be too long.

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(Warning: Depersonalization, Abuse, Non-Sexual Grooming, and Trafficking)

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Three days later, Izuku meets a farmhand.

His clothes are a mess. He looks tired and is very hungry, with grass stains on his lips and cheeks. He wants very much to take a bath. One of his legs is a little scratched up from having fought off some sort of wandering predator.

"What are you?" the farmer asks.

Izuku freezes, never having been asked that before.

"I'm...a person?"

"Hmm. Not sure, huh?"

Despite his open hesitation, the farmer takes Izuku off the open land and onto the farm.

He's kept a secret by the farmhand for a while, placed in an empty stall with the horses. The farmer replaced his torn clothes with an oversized shirt and brought him some of the food they served throughout the day. It filled him well enough, so he ate quite happily. He also occasionally ate the hay around the stall if he was feeling hungry between meals (which he often was).

Though, eventually, the farmhand can't hide him any longer, and the farm owner finds out about his presence.

Being quite quirkist compared to the others, he doesn't treat Izuku like a human child, not really. While recognizing that Izuku can speak and understand what's being said to him, he otherwise treats him like an animal.

So, after being given a hat and having his clothes only slightly better fitted, he becomes a farmer...in a sense.

He starts out doing easier things, like delivering messages if the cellular service is poor. He's also taught how to identify and pull out weeds around plants, how to mend fences, and when and what to feed animals on the farm.

All of this is difficult for a kid who grew up for the first five years of his life as a modern, urban-raised Japanese child. But his complaints aren't met with coddling or explanations. Instead, he's locked away in a stall or loudly scolded, shocking him to tears.

He never does stop crying, but he learns how to cry quietly instead.

As he gets older and stronger, his duties also increase. From weeding to corralling, from fence mending to moving heavy loads.

The first time he's strapped up to something meant for pulling things along, he's unsure what to do about it. It's not that the straps themselves feel wrong, but he doesn't like the people touching him to do so. Embarrassment turns his cheeks bright red because there's a part of him that feels like it's not quite right... But why? He's not sure.

Anyway, what else is he going to do? If he doesn't work, he doesn't get to eat. Besides, instead of getting paid money, he gets to read the occasional book or receive more food. So, he deals with it, takes it in stride, and with time, the discomfort of being manhandled quiets.

Surprisingly, despite his much smaller stature compared to grown horses, he's just about as strong as one. Of course, he wasn't at first, but by the time he's seven, he can pull a horse-drawn hay cutter by himself. And since he can understand human speech and direct himself, he doesn't need a driver and can do it all on his own.

When the farmer praises him for cutting the hay lines straight, Izuku feels...happy. He's praised for good work, so...if he works hard enough and does well, maybe the head farmer will be nicer to him and let him read more. Maybe he'll even let him play and relax with the horses?

Though, the more he shows off his strength and does good work around the farm, the less human the head farmer treats him.

Sometimes, it would be offhanded comments.

"If only he had a full horse body, maybe I could've put him in a show or something."

"He grows so slowly. Wish he'd hurry up."

"If it wasn't for how weird it would be, he'd probably be the best for training folks how to ride horses."

At one point, a worker speaks up.

"Hey, isn't he just a kid?"

But the head farmer shakes his head.

"Nah, from what I remember, he's a horse with a humanization quirk or something."

"What?"

But, the original farmhand who had brought Izuku in had already left. The clothes from back then were long gone, and Izuku himself was somewhat starting to forget what his life had been like before.

Whether that was because he was growing older or his brain was trying to balance his emotions toward his current treatment by quietly forgetting his childhood is yet unknown.

In the end, Izuku persistently balances somewhere between human and animal, progressively teetering toward the latter. Even now, when asked what he was, he couldn't answer clearly. So, when he turns eight, he comes up with one.

"I'm Izuku." "Yes, but what are you? Are you human?" "I'm Izuku...that's all I know. Uhm, you can call me Deku, too."

He smiles when he answers that way for the first time, but that same night, he sobbed quietly into his hands for reasons he wasn't sure he could put to words.

The older her grows, the less that answer hurts.

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The years pass like that. Some workers come and go while others stay for as long as he's been there. It was never a very big farm, but it seems to be shrinking a little bit each year. Meanwhile, Izuku himself continues growing.

At twelve, he's grown further into himself.

The fur around his cloven hooves has grown longer, curling like his hair. His skin has tanned quite a bit, and the thin, downy fur that trailed up to his lower chest is now higher up, creating a cute tuft that fills in the older he gets. He's gone through a few bouts of illness, and managed to get through it despite being given horse medicine only (or none at all), so he's not as healthy as he could be—his hair dull and eyes plagued by dark bags from too many nights without full sleep. His diet also isn't as omnivorous as it should be, relegated to eating the exact same things as the horses he's in the stables with, his two ribcages more pronounced than they should be.

He may or may not have snuck eating some chicken eggs or consuming meat from some wandering predators who found out the hard way that he wasn't exactly a prey animal.

Even so, he manages, waking up early in the morning and doing daily care for the horses in the barn. After all, he's grown mature and obedient enough that he doesn't usually need to be locked into his stable or whipped into obedience. With his hair having grown past his shoulders, he ties it back with a scrunchy he got as a reward for hard work, puts on his hat, and gets moving. By the time the other farmers are up, he's already done his daily stretches, bathed, eaten, and started working.

Usually, Mister would make sure he does his work away from where others could see him. However, as of recent, Izuku's noticed that Mister brings people directly to watch him work.

They typically wear shades and jackets, their bodies mostly concealed as Mister talks about him. He always forgets how well he can hear.

"One of my old workers found him, born from one of my horses. Named him Deku cause he was one hell of an unsteady foal. Kept tripping over himself like a puppet with its strings cut, y'know?"

It's a lie, of course. But Izuku knows better than to deny it.

Even if he told the truth, he no longer remembers his mother's name. Sometimes, as of recent, he wonders if he maybe hallucinated those days. Like it was some strange dream he had.

Izuku knows it won't be long. These people are here to buy him.

Izuku eats too much. He's almost always hungry as of recent. No matter how much he helps on the farm, he's eating Mister out of house and home. Moreover, he's been getting caught sneaking food, eating the stuff humans eat. He used to be punished and scolded over it, but now, Mister just gives him a look when he knows, and Izuku tries to be exceptionally obedient for the next few days, lest he get locked and isolated in the other stable that's too small for him to even lie down in.

These people smell distantly of chemicals. They've never come close to him, not yet, but he can kind of smell them. He's not sure what they want with him, but they an a few others have come to visit more frequently.

Then, one night, he's called over from the stables to an open part of the nearby barn. There, he sees the strange people, and there's a bunch of lights pointed at him.

"Here he is. This is Deku."

He doesn't correct his name, quietly looking on nervously as the people approach. Mister pats his side and hands one of the people a whip.

"If he acts up, just whip him a little. He's not super stubborn and is easy to correct."

The people in suits check him over, their hands touching his barrels and flanks. They reach down and grab his hooves, pulling them up so they can look at the undersides, thankfully only picking them up one at a time. He carefully keeps himself relaxed and still, disassociating a little as he goes through the motions. They talk about him around him, not asking him any questions, and he waits patiently, hands respectfully held in front of his lower chest.

He knew this would happen. It doesn't make it hurt any less. But it hurts less if he just doesn't think about it. If he thinks about it like meditating, he can leave the situation altogether.

He's still meditating, but he registers when he's told to take his shirt off and remove his scrunchy. They check his arms and look fascinated at where his human body ends and the horse(?) body begins. He just stares straight forward...

Eventually, he sees the whip come into view, and he checks back in.

"And you said it understand what we say?"

"Deku does, yeah."

"Does it make a lot of noise?"

"Huh? No, none."

"Good."

The person then turns to him.

"Hold your arms behind your back."

Izuku blinks tiredly, but does what he's told. Somehow, he's not surprised when he feels the mitts put over his hands and the rope start wrapping around his forearms and upper waist.

His arms are taken from his control. Then his mouth as he's gagged. And then, an eye mask is put over his head, covering his eyes, and the rope around him tugs, pulling him along.

The summer air is cooler at night, but he feels it against his skin. He smells the exhaust from a truck up ahead, and beyond it, the many fields and forests nearby...

What if he hadn't asked for help? Would he have lived a better life? Maybe he should've avoided people altogether.

Sometimes, he reads little story books, all of which are currently back in his stable. He wasn't allowed school books, so he mostly read about farm work and forestry alongside old fairytales. Sometimes, he'd have dreams of him running through those same forests, untethered and without a single person to care for him. Ratty and covered in muck. Perhaps thin from too little food and too many predators.

And yet, he was always smiling in those dreams.

...

...Hm.

He kicks out with his right leg, catching someone in the chest. Before the others can act, he rears onto his back legs, his strength ripping the rope from the "handler's" hands. His ears twitch, and even without seeing them, he headbutts someone else.

He can't see. But that's okay. He must escape regardless.

Living in the wild, with little food, water, or reading, will be much better than being sold and taken away.

Even if he doesn't escape, he just...

He just doesn't want to go down without a fight.

For once, he wants to fight with everything he has.

All the emotions he's felt: the pain, the embarrassment, the exhaustion, the betrayal. It bubbles back up within him, and he lets it out for the first time in a long, long time.

Behind the gag, he lets out a screech—some noise between a scream and a bray—and stumbles until he smacks someone into the side of a nearby building.

He stomps his hooves and shakes his head vigorously until the eye mask finally falls off. His arms strain in the bondage and his lips pull taut around the gag. But with his eyes now uncovered, he sees the people in suits, the ones who bought him, coming at him with weapons. With whips, ropes, and chains. One of them argues with Mister.

He glances off to the side, sees a fence he's mended again and again over the years, and he bolts for it.

Someone shouts to shoot him.

He hears guns cocking.

If he's shot... If he dies, at least he'll die the way he wants.

But as he heads to the fence, his poor night vision adapts. He squints...

And then he stumbles, trying and skidding to a stop.

Someone shouts, "Now!"

And then there's flashes.

Banging.

So much noise that his ears ring.

A whirring noise approaches from the nearby hills, and soon, a bright light shines down from up above.

Izuku, disoriented and startled, breathes in heavy huffs as his vision clears.

He sees guns, yes...but they're not pointed at him. Not anymore.

Instead, they're pointed at several of the suited people, many of whom are laid out on the ground in odd positions, like they'd just suddenly lost consciousness. He smells something in the air...something similar to lavender, rolling in from the disorderly crowd.

A woman, one of the people who had been with the crowd, stepped away from her downed companions as people in other unmarked vehicles came over, gas masks over their faces. The woman, it seemed, wasn't wearing so much under her coat.

"Hey there, sweetheart. I'm so sorry... That must've been scary."

She stood away from him, keeping her distance. But she was speaking to him. When she took off her shades, she revealed deep blue eyes with visible rings in them.

"It's going to be okay now. My pals and I are here to help."

Her voice is calm, melodic. Izuku shakes, breathing heavily, unsure of what to do because, the harder he breathes, the more tired he becomes. It makes him anxious.

"Is it alright if I got that stuff off of you? Hmm?"

He whines, backing up further. His vision is getting blurry again.

"Slow your breathing. Your taking in a lot of mist. It's a bit hard to control once it's out of my body... But it just puts people to sleep. That's my quirk. I don't mean to use it on you, I'm sorry."

A quirk...right... He looks back toward the newly arrived people. They're putting the other folks in suits in heavy cuffs. Even Mister gets cuffed, too.

Ah...

Heroes.

He'd forgotten they existed for a bit. Yeah.

So, is this person... Is she a hero?

Can he trust her?

She holds out her hand for him, staying calm and approaching slowly.

"C'mon, I'll get that gag off of you. May I?"

Maybe it's because he's feeling a little woozy. Maybe it's because someone hasn't spoken to him so kindly in such a long while. Maybe he's just...tired. Tired of being afraid. Tired of being forced. Tired of fighting inside and out.

But his legs tremble, and he collapses into a lying position. She approaches quickly, trying to keep his human part from falling over.

"Shhhh, shhh shhh. It's alright, you'll be fine."

He struggles weakly, feeling his consciousness slipping further. But her hands take a hold of his head, guiding it to her shoulder before she reaches behind him and begins undoing the rope.

"It'll be alright. It'll be alright. I'll make sure of it."

Izuku shivers...shudders...and slowly lets himself slump into her hold, his vision going dark.