#I tried to draw P1 from memory

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None of you Gay Homos are drawing the Dudes Eating Soup in a Warm Fluffy Blanket, so I guess the burden falls to Me. Good thing I have big strong beefy Man Arms with which to carry such a burden

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Arrangement p1

Summary: The (not your average) Arranged Marriage AU I didn’t know I needed to write.

Rated: M (for adult content)

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Chapter One: The Broken Promise

He opened the door to the house that had been built for his brother, the house that should never have been his.

It felt more than wrong to take such comfort in it, but he was weary from his travels and toils, and the smell of the burning embers from the dying fire and the warmth they emitted enraptured him, pulling him into their snares as he crossed the threshold, leaving the world outside behind.

The Uchiha heir paused, the sound of trickling water in the next room alerting him that she was still awake. Her chakra signature hummed serenely, the feel of it like warm silk against the cold air that lingered in his bones.

His wife.

He exhaled slowly, taking his time as he unfastened his cloak and untied his sandals. He was in no hurry to face her after that brief audience with his father.

His throat was dry as he tried to swallow, their exchange of words still burning in his ears.

“So, you’ve returned.”

Sasuke straightened in surprise. It was odd to have his father greet him at the gate, he hadn’t done that since he was a boy.

“Is something wrong?” he found himself asking.

“I need to speak to you,” Fugaku told him with that quiet, stern tone Sasuke was all too familiar with.

His father then turned, walking ahead somewhere the young shinobi assumed was more private. He felt his shoulders fall in exhaustion, he had traveled all night without rest and wasn’t sure if he had the energy for this.

But, with a heavy sigh, he followed.

If Sasuke was anything, he was a dutiful son.

“What is it?” he asked as they reached the bridge at the far end of the village, trying to keep his agitation at bay.

Fugaku inhaled deeply as if summoning strength from some otherworldly source to continue, making Sasuke all the more concerned.

“...It is about your wife,” he told him.

He perked at that.

Sakura.

“Is she alright?” Sasuke felt his pulse quicken, worry gripping tightly at his chest.

“Yes,” Fugaku replied evenly, banishing his first and foremost fear, at least. “She is as healthy, strong and lovely as the day she first stepped into our home.”

Sasuke’s brows drew together at the fleeting memory.

The day everything changed forever.

“Then I don’t understand…”

“She is so well, in fact, that it is a great wonder to me and the other clansmen that she is still without child.”

Sasuke stopped breathing as all the color and warmth drained from his face, leaving him cold and unmoving. If his father at that moment had decided to unsheathe the family katana from his belt and run it threw his stomach instead, he would not have been any more stunned.

“I…” he found he could not think, let alone speak.

“You are aware of the importance of this, are you not?”

“...Yes, I…”

“The survival of our clan depends on an heir.” Fugaku reminded him, his tone growing harsher with every reprimand. “It has been nearly six months of marriage.”

“And four months I’ve been sent away.” Sasuke countered, the spark in him rekindling quickly.

“It does not take a constant presence to father a child, Sasuke.”

The younger Uchiha’s jaw locked tightly, lost somewhere between disbelief, mortification, and resentment. Turning from his father before he said or did something rash, he placed his hands heavily on the railings of the bridge, looking out into the torrid waters of the river beneath them, considering throwing himself in to be washed away... to be anywhere than where he was standing now.

“I don’t understand it, has there been a disagreement between you?”

“No.” he muttered lowly, the heat returning, hotter than before, traveling up his back, pulsing through his ears.

“Is she undesirable to you?”

“Must we discuss this now?”

“There are already rumors floating around, we cannot see a full year of marriage without the promise of a son. The lineage cannot appear weak. The title and wealth must be procured.” his father went on. “So, I ask again, is there something wrong with her?”

“...No.” he answered quietly.

“Then could it be that she is… unhappy with this arrangement?”

Sasuke kept his gaze firmly on the moving water. “I don’t know,” he told him honestly.

Fugaku managed to feel some sympathy for his second-born at that. Last year at this time, Sasuke was free to do as he wished, to go where he wanted. Now he carried the future of his clan upon his shoulders.

Something he had never been raised or fashioned to do.

“...We’re still strangers in many ways, Father,” he confessed.

“I would not speak of this… I would not press this if it was not necessary,” he told him, placing a hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “There must be an heir.”

He watched her as she worked in the candlelight. Her long hair hung loosely, tied with a thin red ribbon half way down, swaying gently as she moved, washing each dish peacefully, lost in a world of her own.

She had been offered numerous servants by both her mother and his family to aid her in maintaining the household, but she had only taken on those absolutely necessary. She mostly saw to the house herself. From what his brother had told him, it was her request that the house be kept smaller and manageable during the construction.

She had made it her own in his absence, herbs hanging from the mantles, their strange, earthy smells wafting pleasantly, books and scrolls filling every shelf and nook.

“You’re back.” she murmured softly, keeping her attention on her task.

Apprehension paralyzed him briefly, just a day ago he had looked forward to this moment, to see her again after so many cold nights alone.

With silent steps he crossed the distance between them, coming to stand just behind her. “I wish I had known.” she went on. “I would have prepared something… perhaps I could…”

She paused as his hands rose to carefully caress her covered elbows, making her still in her labors.

Warmth radiated from her, the faint smell of rose water lingering in her soft tresses intoxicating him as he gently brushed them aside, exposing her neck to him.

Slowly, his lips met her pale delicate skin, hearing her breathing hitch slightly in surprise.

He had not touched her like this since their wedding night.

Scattered memories flashed through his mind, their shared quiet hesitance, the nervous energy, the slow waves of bliss washing over him before the guilt closed in, smothering him, making it hard to breathe.

He continued his ministrations, his lips just below the shell of her ear, when she turned slowly to face him, breaking the contact. Her green eyes glowed in the candlelight, searching his tired, longing gaze.

For a moment, nothing was said. In the next, he took her face into his hands and pressed his mouth to hers softly, gently, asking.

He felt her hands, still wet from the sink water, hook in the crook of his arms, dampening the fabric there, to steady herself as she tentatively came to oblige him.

She opened her mouth shyly, like a flower at first light to his touch, and he thought perhaps she could be his after all.

Though, it was only a moment before she pulled away, her large eyes boring into him once more, clear of any daze that his hands or lips could cast over her.

“...What’s brought this about?” she asked him, her voice nothing but a faint whisper.

He faltered.

He didn’t know how to make her understand.

“...Is it so out of the question?” he asked, the pads of his thumbs drawing slow circles along her jaw.

Perhaps he had been pushed this night, but he hadn’t planned on spending the rest of his days deprived of her touch.

He hoped someday they would not always be strangers, that his brother’s ghost would not always linger so closely.

Did she not long for him at all? Did she not wish to try and build a life together?

You’re not what she wants. Something cruel whispered in his ear. Whoever wanted second best?

“It shouldn’t be.” her head tilted slightly as she watched him, a nervous little habit of hers he had noticed long before their vows. “...did your father speak with you?”

He straightened at that, hands drifting to her shoulders, before falling limply to his sides.

He felt everything in him burn with embarrassment. Wishing for the second time that day to simply evaporate into thin air.

“How did you…?”

“...Your mother came to see me today as well,” she told him, color rushing to her face as she broke their gaze, her eyes finding refuge somewhere between the cracks of the floor.

And here he thought he could never be more mortified.

“I’m... sorry.” he breathed out, his eyes closing with a slow shake of his head, praying his mother had not been as blunt and insensitive as his father had been.

“Don’t be… She was kind and meant well,” she assured him as if reading his thoughts.

“It’s still not right.” he dismissed, angry with both his parents now.

This girl was far from home, married to a stranger, and yet they thought it wise to corner her, to pressure her.

“It is what is expected.” she shrugged her shoulders, before meekly meeting his gaze once more. He was surprised by the sadness and pain he saw swimming there.

“You’ll have to forgive me though, I’m tired, and duty won’t be enough to spur me tonight.”

She made to leave him and he almost let her, before reaching out and catching her arm, much to her surprise as well as his own.

She turned back to face him.

“I…” he swallowed thickly. “I want more than just a child.”

He watched as she faltered, tears pooling at the rims of her eyes.

“I want this,” he told her. “I want you.”

“...Then why?” she asked him faintly, making his heart stir all the more. “Why haven’t you…” she swallowed a small sob, a single tear escaping, falling delicately from her thick, pale lash.

“Because Itachi’s dead, and I’m alive,” he confessed sullenly, releasing her arm, before gently brushing away the stray tear, letting his fingers linger there briefly before falling away. “Because I was afraid… I still am… that I’m not what you wanted.” Her eyes widened as he leaned in once more, hovering close, but not touching her.

“...You were never meant to be mine.” he reminded her.

Her eyes were bright and beautiful as she gazed up at him in wonderment.

She closed the distance this time, leaning up and pressing her lips delicately against his as he carefully met her halfway, drawing his arms around her, pulling her closer still. She was so warm, so soft, molding against him so perfectly, it left him just as astounded as the first time he had ever held her.

Desperate with longing, he didn’t waste time, guiding her the short distance to their shared room. His hands fell to her waist, reaching for her sash. His fingers moved steadier than the first time, perhaps, but they were just as hasty, as he made to untie it, pushing the linen layers of her simple day kimono from her shoulders.

His mouth fell to her neck, her collarbone, before returning to her mouth, never breaking contact as he tore off his loose travel shirt, letting it fall to the floor.

The feel of her warm skin against his made him near senseless as her hands traveled the rigid terrain of his chest, wrapping around his broad shoulders, holding him close.

With great care, his hands slid up the smooth planes of her back, laying her down against the bed beneath him, pulling away only to breathe, broken bated breaths.

Their eyes met, hearts pressed together, beating wildly against one another.

He couldn’t bear it.

The sight of her so beautiful, so vulnerable. He kissed her again, and again, feverish untamed touches, down her mouth, to her chin, her neck.

“I am though.” she murmured softly, her fingers moving through his thick tresses.

“Hn?” he hummed against the hollow of her chest, lost in the softness of her skin.

Her hands slipped down to cradle his face, beckoning him gently to look at her. He complied in concern, lifting his head dazedly.

“I am…” she told him, breathless beneath his weight and ministrations. “I am yours.”

For a moment, he forgot how to breathe, the weight of her words crashing over him like waves against the shore.

Mine.

The thought warmed him all the more. Made him burn with gratitude and pride, dismissing the dark shadows of his grief and shame, for the moment at least, like a glowing beacon of light.

Mesmerized, he touched her face, his thumb running along her cheekbone. His hand was far too rough for such delicate skin, but she paid it no heed, closing her eyes as she relished his touch.

As the violet skies darkened, he honored her quiet vow, making her his own. The past and all its looming shadows were long forgotten in their passionate reunion.

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“...Are you alright?” he asked hours later, his brows furrowing as he turned on his side to better see her in the faint candlelight. She had not moved for almost an hour, laying flatly on her back, eyes focused on the ceiling above.

“Yes,” she answered him, her tone amiable, but rather guarded.

He frowned in confusion. “Then… what are you doing?”

“...It’s something your mother said would help,” she told him.

“Help... what?”

“Apparently, laying still for a while...” she paused, her fingers fiddling with the quilt her mother had sent her to remind her of home. “...it helps the… chances of a child.” her face burned as she chose each word carefully, unable to look him in the eye.

He stared off into the darkness in bafflement.

“I think it’s foolish,” she confessed, her fingers still moving without purpose. “But then she managed two heirs, who am I to argue?”

A small, rare smile graced his dark features as he leaned over her, stretching an arm over her head, his hand hovering just above her hairline.”Can I still touch you?”

“I suppose,” she replied, returning his smile as his fingers played with her tousled tresses. “Just don’t move me about.”

He hummed an understanding, kissing her slowly, sweetly, before resettling beside her, resting his head against her soft, warm chest. He sighed gently as she brushed her fingers through his hair.

The sound of her heartbeat was strong and lulling, her life force radiating brightly in the night.

Yet, even enveloped in her glowing warmth, the darkness still managed to creep its way back from the corners of his mind at the memory of Itachi's body being carried into the village, cold to his touch, vacant of life and far beyond saving.

There are never two heirs.

There can only be one.

“...Did you love my brother?”

[atariaction]

Lander: BASIC Tenliners Contest 2019 entry

Use the joystick controller to land your LEM (lunar excursion module) on a moon. Land on one of the green landing pads. The trigger fires the main thrusters, pushing the ship upward against the moon’s gravity. Left/right stick movement fires the side thrusters for horizontal movement.

A control panel shows your vertical speed (indicated by ↓), horizontal speed (→), strength of gravity on the moon (G), and amount of fuel (F). To land safely, you must touch down on a landing area with a vertical speed of 10 or less, and horizontal speed of 5 or less. Flying off the sides or the top of the screen is deadly. Running out of fuel is not recommended.

Each moon is a little different, with gravity ranging from light (G5 in the control panel) to heavy (G20.) Moons usually have one or two landing pads. (Rarely, you will come across a moon that has none! In this case you will die. I’m sorry. Space exploration is dangerous.)

The first Lunar Lander that I was exposed to was Atari’s vector arcade version, which seemed amazing — and impossibly difficult. Later, my dad bought the Adventure International version of Lunar Lander for his Atari 800. (It was one of the few pieces of Atari software that he didn’t pirate.) In that version, the LEM doesn’t rotate. Instead, side thrusters push the ship horizontally while it remains in a vertical position. I did the same in my version.

(That’s where I learned the word “hybrid.” The stats on the back of the box said “Language: Hybrid.” I wondered if that was some programming language I hasn’t heard of; dad explained that the word meant “a combination of two things.” In this case, BASIC and assembly language.)

Benj Edwards wrote a great history of Lunar Lander games that is worth reading.

I’ve wanted to program a Lunar Lander-type game since I was a teen. I’m pretty sure I tried it using shape tables on my Apple IIc in AppleSoft BASIC, and experimented with it in Atari BASIC at some point, but I never could get the movement with respect to thrust and gravity right. I didn’t have the math concepts. But in the past few weeks, with my buddy helping with the math for Bouncy; and reading Bruce Artwick’s book Microcomputer Displays, Graphics and Animation, I now know jussssst enough math to be dangerous with Atari graphics. So I was finally able to create a version of Lunar Lander, and in 10 lines of Turbo-BASIC XL.

For the contest, my program fits in the 120-characters-per-line category. In terms of cramming stuff into 10 lines, it’s some of my best work and I learned a lot. Several times I thought the program has to be done, there was absolutely no more room to squeeze in another feature. Then I’d find a way to do something in fewer bytes, making room for a tiny improvement elsewhere.

My favorite was replacing for-next loops to move or generate data with the MOVE statement, with copies memory around RAM. For instance, I needed to zero out Player (sprite) data. Normally I’d do that with FOR I=P+512 TO P+896:POKE I,0:NEXT I. But — MOVE DPEEK(88),P+512,384 does the same thing with fewer bytes (and much faster.) But I needed to copy from an area of RAM that is all zeros. Where would I find such a place? A newly blank screen is filled with zeros. At another point, I needed a mess of random-looking data for the ship explosion. I started with a FOR-NEXT loop writing RANDom numbers, but ended up moving random bits of data from the Atari ROM into sprite memory. Again, it was much faster and took of less precious program space.  I’m not implying at all that I invented this technique, but I figured it out on my own and it was satisfying.

Here’s the commented code:

'LANDER by Kevin Savetz 'March 22 2019 GRAPHICS 23:'GR. 7, no text window. 159x92 'normally y=95 for full GR.7 screen, we lose a little because text line at top DIM F0$(16),F1$(10) F0$="\00\00\00\00\3C\42\42\3C\42\7E\5A\81":'LEM graphic with blank spaces around 'to make erasing old LEM easy as it moves vertically 'F1$ is workspace for the P1 thrust flame FUEL=150:'starting fuel A=PEEK(106)-20:'set aside RAM for players POKE 54279,A:'PMBASE P=A*256:'top of P/M memory POKE 559,46:'Double line resolution P/M characters VX=-5+RAND(11):'Initial X speed POKE 53277,2:'turn on players (not missiles) M=DPEEK(88):'top of screen RAM MOVE M,P+512,384:'zero Player data, copying 0s from the fresh blank screen POKE 704,88:'PCOLR0. I like purple. 'custom display list D=DPEEK(741):'location of display list POKE D+4,66:'top line is Graphics 0 text line (mode 2) -MOVE D+102,D+99,3:'shorten the display list so screen's not too tall POKE 752,1:'hide cursor 'draw terrain & stars/ground texture COLOR 1 PLOT 0,90-RAND(60):'start drawing terrain on left edge LPP=1:'first segment can't be landing pad FOR I=10 TO 150 STEP 10 Z=M+40+RAND(3500):'pick a location for star/ground texture POKE Z,PEEK(Z)!3:'draw it IF (LPP OR (RAND(5) OR LP=2)):'draw craggy rock if we just drew a landing pad 'or if we've already drawn 2. Otherwise, maybe draw a pad II=RAND(40)+52:'rock height COLOR 1:'color of rock LPP=0:'remember that last thing drawn isn't a pad ELSE COLOR 2:'color of pads LP=LP+1:'count number of landing pads LPP=1:'remember last thing drawn is a pad ENDIF DRAWTO I,II:'draw the rock/pad NEXT I COLOR 1 DRAWTO 159,60 PAINT 159,92 DT=.05:'Time increment. Lower numbers make the game slower X=50+RAND(125):'Initial X Y=520:'Initial Y G=RAND(15)+5:'Strength of gravity VY=1+RAND(10):'Initital Y speed DO:'main loop POKE 53278,0:'Clear PM collisions X=X+VX*DT:'change LEM's X POKE P+Y+264,0:'clear side thrust Y=Y+VY*DT:'change LEM's Y VY=VY+G*DT:'new Y speed POKE 53248,X:'HPOSP0 position LEM at new X MOVE ADR(F0$),P+Y,16:'draw LEM at new vertical position 'clean up from last move... -MOVE M,P+Y+136,12:'copy 0s from top corner of screen to erase flame (if any) SOUND:'stop thrust sound if any 'thrust. Player 1 is the bottom thrust flame IF FUEL AND STRIG(0)=0:'if trigger and have fuel VY=VY-2:'decrease vertical speed MOVE ADR(F1$),P+Y+136,10:'place flame 8 lines below P0 SOUND 0,50+Y,8,8:'I KNOW, there's no sound in space POKE 53249,X:'P1 X position POKE 705,50+RAND(11):'flame color FOR Z=3 TO 8 POKE ADR(F1$)+Z,RAND(16)*4:'rows of random flame, but only 4 bytes 'in the middle so it isn't too wide 00111100 NEXT Z FUEL=FUEL-1:'reduce fuel ELSE:'if no trigger, check for left/right thrust. Player 2 is the side thrust flame S=STICK(0) Z=(S=7)-(S=11):'get joystick left-right status IF Z AND FUEL AND NOT FIRE:'if joystick and have fuel and LEM isn't thrusting up POKE P+Y+264,3:'put P2 flame at correct vertical position relative to LEM POKE 53250,X-3+(4*Z):'side flame on left or right of LEM POKE 706,50+RAND(11):'P2 color VX=VX-Z:'change X speed SOUND 0,50,8,8:'noise FUEL=FUEL-1 ENDIF ENDIF POKE 87,0:'get ready to print in text window 'If LEM goes off screen or hits terrain or hits landing pad too fast IF X<40 OR X>205 OR Y<510 OR PEEK(53252)&1 OR (PEEK(53252)&2 AND (VY>10 OR ABS(VX)>5)) FOR Z=1 TO 250:'explosion SOUND 0,50+RAND(30),6,8:'in space no one can hear you scream MOVE 59740+RAND(500),P+Y+4,12:'copy random data from ROM to P1 POKE 704,50+RAND(21):'P1 color NEXT Z RUN:'restart ENDIF 'show speed, gravity, and fuel POS. 14,0:?"\1B\1D";INT(VY);" \1B\1F";INT(VX); ?" \C7";G;" \C6";FUEL;" " IF(PEEK(53252)&2):'touched landing pad, make happy music & restart SOUND 0,121,10,10:PAUSE 80 SOUND 1,81,10,10:PAUSE 80 SOUND 2,60,10,10:PAUSE 150 RUN ENDIF LOOP

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From The Sea P3

REAL LIFE: X LITTLE MERMAID COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: SWEET + CUTE!

PART 1:http://whatifwearefiction.tumblr.com/post/181996932392/from-the-sea-p1

PART 2:http://whatifwearefiction.tumblr.com/post/182023476554/from-the-sea-p2

The gardens where quiet almost dead quiet, I reached the little metal gate, pushing it open with a quiet creek I hopped out and shut it again I felt so happy taking my shoes off and running though the whispy grass till my feet reached the soft sand I giggled opening my little bag as I walked across the sand picking up cute and sweet little shells putting them in my bag I kneeled down close by the waters edge picking up a little thing it glintered in the moonlight it was a bit of glass but the days at sea and on the sand had sanded it down so it was duffered and no sharp at all I liked it so I put it in my bag I heard a strange sound like something diving in or out of the water I looked around nothing I saw a little bit away from me a mark in the sand it looked like the marks of where a fish had been dragged out of the water but it must have been huge lucky fisherman I guess when suddenly my eyes when dark.

“Ehh who's there?” I complain as I felt hands over my eyes no answer “show yourself!” I complain

“Guess who?” a voice asks behind me

“Hehhe Thomas let me go” I complain

“Alright” he laughs letting me see and I turned to see him he looked the same as last I saw him his hair all wet again “hello princess” He smiles

“hello Thomas” I laugh

“I brought you a present” He smiles grabbing a large swirly shell with little golden edges and handing it to me I looked at it, it was beautiful the most wonderful shell I had seen

“Where did you find this?” I ask

“Ohh just down the beach a little” he shrugs “I know what your like with shells” He laughs

“Umm thank you” I smile putting it in my bag “What's that?” I ask as I spotted something strange on his neck I couldn't tell in the dark and from here what it was

“Ohh nothing” He says covering it up with his hand

“Let me see” I giggle moving closer tugging his collar to see it neck better and he moved his hand and nothing was there

“see nothing” He laughs

“Ohh? Could have swarn I saw... Nevermind, just my head playing tricks on me” I smile holding his hand “Come on” I giggle tugging him down the beach to our normal spot a few flat rocks that are beside the sand but lead out to the sea it has a few little rock pools on it with starfish and hermit crabs and it was our little spot always has been ever since we where little we just can't be out to late or the tide comes in and your trapped over here I sat by one of the little pools washing my shells and stones in the watermy feet draped over the side into the water

“What is your obbession with shells Y/N?” he asks me his foot up on the rock his elbow on his knee and his head leant on his hand his whole odly seemed to be far away from any water

“I don't know” I shrug “I like them like little trinkets from another world” I laugh “Can't you just imagine little crabs going to little crab shops paying for things with little shells or little fishes collecting nice shells for there walls in there houses” I laugh

“You a funny little thing” He laughs

“Come on Thomas, I love the sea, it's a whole unexploreable world under there no man can journy down into and tell the tale” I smile “Who know's what could be out there? In the depts of the ocean? Glow in the dark fishes? A kraken? Maybe even merpeople” I suggest and he smiled a little at me

“merpeople? Like what pirates rave about? Some big breasted fish girl with beautiful blonde hair that kisses anyone?” He smirks “You wanna see something like that?” he asks

“Wouldnt you?” I ask

“No, the whole concept is stupid, merpeople and humans what a stupid idea, how is a guy meant to get it on with a mer girl she has no...you know, knowhere for him to stick his thing” He explained

“True I supose, but wouldnt it be cool a human like create able to swim like a fish one with the water and able to swim forever... I would give anything to be like that” I smile

“anything?” he asks and I nod

“but everyone has crazy dreams I supose” I sigh finishing up with my shells and moving next to him resting my head on his shoulder

“Humm yeah, your right” he laughs putting an arm around me resting it on my waist and giving the top of my head a kiss

“Umm, what would daddy say if he found us out here?” I giggle

“Likely throw me out into the sea” he laughs “and lock you in your room for the rest of your life” he smiles and I giggle cuddling into his slender chest keeping my hand on his shirt

“Thomas?” I ask him

“Umm?” he asks clearly half asleep with me cuddle up to him

“Come on I wanna nuzzle” I giggle

“I'm as close as I can be Y/N” he laughs I giggle rubbing my foot against his shoe and ankle “Ohh Come on its about time we get back” he says

“yeah your right” I sigh grabbing my bag and slipping my shoes on to walk back we wondered across the sand hand in hand he walked me as far as the grass

“Y/N? Could you came back tommorrow just as it gets dark?” He asks holding my hands

“Course I will” I smile nuzzling my head close to him

“Okay, see you tomorrow Princess” he smiles

“Tomorrow” I giggle going off towards the garden gate I turned back in hope to wave goodbye but he was gone so I snuck inside and rushed up to my room looking and sorting all my pretty new shells.

I smiled cuddling close to my pillow I looked out and saw the rain it was a harsh storm must have rolled in over night I got up getting dressed and sitting in bed with my book I didnt see the point going around the castle I am never allowed out anyway and even less in the rain I tried my best getting into my book but I couldn't I saw the rain was starting to ease now so I went down looking for food and the delivery guy was dropping off food and such Mrs winters wasn't here she must have been up serving lunch

“Mr Lenly? Where is Thomas today?” I ask him

“No clue, dam boy never shows up when it's rainy, pitty I need him when it does” he sighs “Well good day to you” He smiles going out to his cart so I sigh grabbing a apple and going up to the living room where my mother sat having a coffee and my father sat reading his book

“Did you ask for that apple?” My father asked

“No I popped down to get it” I shrug going to the fire to poke it and toss a log on

“no you went to see him and got an apple to cover it, I know it's delivery time” He sighs

“See who?” I ask taking another big bite of my apple

“That delivery boy you like so much” he answered

“No, he wasn't working today” I shrug throwing the core of my apple on the fire

“Alright, not to many of those you'll spoil your dinner” he says so I grab a new book from the shelf and run up to my room I ran a bath making sure my door was locked and stripped off my clothes sitting in the warm water with my book after a while I threw the book and dipped my head under the water letting my hair move around in the flowing water I turned the tap off with my foot I blew bubbles into the water I like it empty out all the air and holding my breath my mind flashed back as it often does when underwater the earliest memory I have, I was a little girl I think about five I was playing in the sand collecting shells in a little bag my mother was watching me my father sat in the sand my grandmother was sat on the sand too drawing my grandfather picked me up

“Now Now Y/N don't want to get sand in your pretty hair” He told me tieing up my hair for me and putting me back down closer to the sea edge “There you go sweetie all the best shells are close to the water, you can watch them float in sometimes” he told me pointing to a little shell it came on a wave across the clear water onto the sand next to me to I picked it up and put it in my bag with a giggle “Don't go to far now sweetie” he told me as I went off exploreing, but the next thing I remembered I as screaming for my family they where screaming for me but I couldn't get back to them my whole body was underwater sinking to the sand when something had hold of me

“Your beautiful” it told me a voice I never knew and next I knew I was back on the beach with my family I sat up knowing I had been down to long I got out getting dry and quickly getting dressed as I would be late if I didn't hurry I grabbed my little bag and ran off down to the garden luckly knowone was around so I stuck out the gate and shut it up behind me running down to the beach as the sun began to set

“Finaly! I was starting to wonder if you where coming” Thomas laughed as I spotted him he had a little row boat on the sand and he was leaning against it

“I got held up” I smile hugging him tightly “what is this?” I ask

“A suprise, come on” he smiles taking my bag and putting it in the boat so I giggle climbing in and he laughed pushing the boat out and jumping in with me as we cast off he rowed us out a little while and I felt in heaven leaning my head on the side of the boat and running my hand along the little waves as we went out towards the setting sun I couldnt see much below the water but I was just happy to be so far from home the castle still in sight but so small the lights in the windows a blur they where so far away he threw a little bag down on a string making us anchor there “happy?” he asks and I nod “Good” he smiles sitting with me looking at the water but as the sea became still I noticed where I was looking into the dark mysterious deep he wasn't he was looking at my reflection in the water

“Thomas? Why did you bring me out here?” I ask him a little nervous

“well... you love the sea, I didn't want you to be parted from it anymore” He says “I would do anything to see you smile like that for me” he smiles moving some of my hair away from my face “Y/N? I- I wanted to ask you something” he says

“what is it?” I ask sitting up a little

“You remember the story you where telling me the other day... about the fishy people?” he laughs

“Course I do, I love telling you that story” I smile “why?” I ask as he took my hands

“and you said yesterday you would give anything to live like that to be part of the sea?” he asks

“Thomas what are you talking about your scareing me?” I ask

“Just- Just... I want to show you something, thats why I brought you so far out promise me you wont run off?” He asks and I nod very confused “Okay” He sighs shutting his eyes looking scared giving my head a kiss and standing up letting our hands be dragged apart he took a deep breath and jumped into the sea

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” I scream “Thomas what are you crazy!” I Yell the sea settled again and I couldnt see him he wasn't coming back up I was about to jump in after him when I suddenly saw light coming from below the water like someone had opened a bottle of sunlight under the water “Ohhh nooo.... Thomas whatever the joke was very funny, stop this now your really scareing me” I said to the empty quiet as the light died down I kept looking around in case he remaurged somewhere else when I heard water moving I turned and saw Thomas his arms on the boat his hair drenched beats of water running down his skin

“Hi” he smiles

“Hi? You scared the living.... you really frightened me and you say hi what on earth was all that about?” I ask him “come on get back in the boat before you get cold” I tell him going close to him

“No... Y/N, Listen to me okay” he told me

“I am listening” I shrug

“The story you always talk about what is it called?” He asked

“Thomas is now really-” I began

“Just tell me” He laughs

“The Beautiful Mergirl, why?” I ask

“and who's the main character?” he asks

“My grandfather always put my name in there as the mergirl, but I always tell it as Lilla?” I explain “what does this-” I began

“and what race is she?” he asked

“Race?” I ask a little puzzled

“Like what is she?” He asked with a laugh

“a mermaid Half fish half human” I shrug “Now Thomas please can you just tell me what's going on?” I ask

“Okay” he smiles holding my hand “Well... merpeople?” He smirks

“what about them?” I ask

“Your story is real Y/N” he smiles

“What are you talking about? What do you mean my stories real? What do you mean? And what does my sotry have anything to do with you jumping of the boat?” I ask he just lightly chuckled at me moving a little away from the boat and... a tail poped above the water not a fish it was huge like the size of two legs held together and then a little more it had large half moon scales that where a dark blue but a lighter blue where moonlight touched them the large fin at the end was split into two large parts it was a thin fades light blue

“Please don't freak out?” he asked “You promised you wouldn't run off” He says

“hummm...” I say quietly not sure what else to say “Take me back to the beach” I tell him

“But I-” He began

“Take me back Thomas” I tell him

“Okay” he sighed moving to the back of the boat and pushing it along back to the beach it running to shore quickly

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Pay No Mind (2/6)

Summary:  During a villain attack, Midoriya Izuku is hit by a quirk that leaves him stuck in the recesses of his own mind. It’s up to Todoroki Shouto to enter, and find his way to the classmate he’s come to rely on. (TodoDeku.)

A/N: I’ve been in a BNHA mood recently, so I thought I’d continue with this fic.

[P1]

It takes roughly five minutes – or three loops of the same scene in which Midoriya grows increasingly terrified for Bakugou’s safety – for Shouto to realise he’s stuck. The scene isn’t going to change, he’s stuck within a memory, forced alongside Midoriya to repeat the moment over and over, the memory stagnant and unable to be altered.

This, Shouto thinks, is the product of Midoriya’s own thoughts. So, he’s going to have to find a Midoriya based answer to reach the conclusion that’s actually happened. So far, he feels like he’s trapped inside Midoriya’s own rambles, inside a spiral that only repeats itself, danger the most prominent feeling.

Danger.

Shouto turns his head and focuses on Midoriya. Looking at him now – and avoiding glancing at his terrified stare – it’s easy to pick out the differences. It’s not difficult really. Midoriya’s skinnier here, muscles less defined. For someone who seems to be convinced that he’s incapable of saving Bakugou… he seems to be right.

And yet, Shouto knows the outcome of this fight.

He’d been watching the news, although he’d not thought much of it at the time, not even when a small green-haired, freckled boy had pushed through the crowd, throwing his backpack straight at the villain’s weak spot.

What had been its weak sport again? Shouto’s certain he remembers, but the thought has been filed away, meaningless information that hadn’t seemed as important compared to the training regime his father had deemed appropriate to implement.

Maybe if he just gets nearer next time, he’ll be able to pick up on the things he’d seen before. Pushing through the crowd isn’t too difficult – it doesn’t feel like he’s navigating through real people, but rather wading through water. Which, frankly, it feels odd, when the flames make everything hot.

He glances backwards, towards Midoriya and the ashen colour of his skin. Even his freckles seem to have lost their colour, pale across his face in a way that almost seems unnatural. Shouto wants to tell him it’s alright - (not that he’d hear) – but the words are inaudible against his lips.

No fake promises, he thinks.

Instead, he promises that he’ll do everything he can to make it possible to get to a point where everything’s alright. And that begins with helping Bakugou – that’s what Midoriya wants, right? He’s always been the type of person who’s put others before himself, and Shouto doesn’t want him to carry that burden alone.

Not when…

“Okay,” Shouto says, “okay, let’s help.”

He pushes himself through the crowds, towards the flames and explosions that light up cloudy skies, trying to peer closer at the sludge monster as it quickly becomes more detailed before his eyes. It’s a putrid colour, something that’s sickening to even look at, but Shouto refuses to recoil at the sight of it.

Another explosion. This one is closer now – fire licks the surrounding area, leaving behind scorch marks and bursting through windows. Glass lines the pavements, it crackles beneath Shouto’s feet as he steps closer.

One of the bigger shards digs into the ball of his foot.

Shouto lets out a sharp hiss, but keeps walking. He’s dealt with worse. Right now, there are more important things to prioritise.

“What did Midoriya do again…?”

He’d hit the villain between the eyes, temporarily blinding it. Shouto remembers now, feels the memory wind him more than the smoke in his lungs from Bakugou’s blasts do.

Midoriya had blinded the hero, had done his best to rip Bakugou free. Then – then, All-Might had arrived right? He’d been the one to save them both. Even as he tries to rip into the monster though, it’s impossible.

Why isn’t Midoriya helping at all, with his strength he’d be able to beat this villain and send him flying. Except… wait, this is a time when Midoriya’s powers had brought him broken bones and pain isn’t it?

Shouto sighs, bites into his cheek.

The scene restarts.

“I don’t understand,” he mutters, glancing towards Midoriya. He’d done the exact same thing Midoriya had, repeated the scene and attempted to save Bakugou. Why is he stuck reliving this scene again?

Why hadn’t Midoriya reacted? Where is All-Might in this memory?

Wait.

Shouto closes his eyes, takes a moment to think through the situation – If this scene has been created by Midoriya’s doubt over his capability of saving others then… surely Shouto should be finding a way to absolve that?

If he saves Bakugou then it changes nothing. Shouto could save a million people but that’s not going to make Midoriya feel capable of anything. Not by a long shot. His classmate needs to a boost in his own confidence and that includes figuring out a way he can get the other to move.

How is Shouto supposed to do that?

Without any responses to his words, Shouto can’t get the other’s attention. And how can he spur Midoriya’s actions, install confidence in him if he can’t be heard?

The fire dies, the crowd returns to its original scene and once again, the memory loops.

“Wait,” Shouto mutters, glancing towards his friend. He’d felt the fire… He’d been able to blind the villain he’d tried to go up against… Even if he can’t be heard, he can still feel, can still interact with the memory.

And that means…

Shouto turns to Midoriya. He’s still stood, frozen, legs unable to move. All he needs is a little push and Shouto’s certain his instincts to save others will kick in. He moves forward, weaves through the crowd until he’s beside Midoriya, to the point where Midoriya is as near to the villain as he is in these loops.

Placing a hand on Izuku’s back, he offers the largest thrust he can.

The boy stumbles forward. He stops, almost confused, as if wondering why he’d even moved in the first place.

Shouto takes another step forwards, pushes his friend again.

This time, he doesn’t stop. Midoriya pushes through the crowd, as if he’s been pushed back into the original memory, not suspended by his own doubt. He races forwards, throws his backpack and tries to save Bakugou.

The scene dissipates with All-Might’s arrival.

This time, it does not loop. The world seems to dissolve around him, turning from memorable Tokyo streets, into a white box, growing smaller as the memories importance shrinks, smaller and smaller.

Part of the white shatters, creating a small crevice.

Shouto makes his way towards it, lowers himself in an attempt to crawl through it. For a moment, everything is dark. And then: he’s stood in a familiar area, a simulation area where they’d originally planned to be testing their evacuation skills.

-

The USJ has changed since the league of villains had invaded it.

Shouto remembers the teachers mentioning heightened security, alarm systems similar to UA’s main systems mechanics, seemingly impossible to hack into. Not that Shouto thinks there’s no chance of it being hacked into again, but well –

Some things are probably not meant to be dwelled on.

Unlike the previous area, where there had been a re-enactment of Midoriya’s own experiences, the USJ is… empty. Shouto glances around, for some sort of memory to kick in and draw his attention, but nothing does.

The area is simply – blank.

Moving past the entrance and down into the central plaza, Shouto forces himself to remain on guard. He’s surprised that his foot is aching from the glass he’d tread on, seeing as he’s not in the physical world. Part of him wonders if this is part of the danger, whether this is what the psychologist had meant when she’d told him to stay on guard.

That he can be injured, even if it’s by someone else’s cognition.

“Midoriya?” Shouto calls, glancing around. He heads down the steps, towards the area their homeroom teacher, Aizawa had once fought in, pushing himself past his usual limits to keep them all safe.

Now, there is no teacher.

Instead, all that remains is the blood the hero had left behind. Shouto isn’t sure what this means, but he steps towards it, wincing at the stains left behind. He’d not been there to watch as the villains – Shigaraki and his minions – had managed to grab the upper hand, but he does remember seeing Aizawa’s injuries afterwards.

Blood pools on the floor, the concrete beneath it cracked, showing the amount of force the attacking Noumu had put into bringing their teacher off balance. Any more force, and Aizawa would have surely suffered more than just the severe concussion he’d been treated for.

Shouto supposes they’re all pretty lucky that they’re teacher hadn’t been hit hard enough that he’d haemorrhaged, else they’d have all probably needed more therapy than UA could have offered them all.

He edges closer.

Past the blood, there’s dust – Shouto can only assume that it’s the dust from Aizawa’s skin after Shigaraki had started to use his decaying quirk on the teacher’s elbow.

Further on there’s –

A flash. Except no, it’s not quite a flash, but rather the white outline of a person that’s been cut out of the scene. An afterimage, maybe. Something Shouto would label a ghost, if he believed in such things.

“What is going on here?” Shouto says, as the after image seems to fade away. He heads forwards, steps quickening as he looks around him. “Midoriya, why is no one here?”

He doesn’t get any response. Not at first.

Then, as he turns to look behind him, more white outlines becoming apparent as he realises he needs to look closer, he realises what’s happening. The scene – everything that had happened at USJ…

It’s been erased. All he’s looking at now are after images. Things that can’t fully be forgotten or thrown away.

“What…” Shouto turns around, glances towards the various zones, areas that are designed to teach them how to be effective at rescue. Should Shouto head into one, is that where he needs to go?

He tries for the landslide zone and realises the entrance is sealed off. It’s the same with the conflagration zone, and the ruins zone. Each one has an entrance that’s blocked off, something Shouto can’t get past.

Letting out a sigh, he runs a hand through his hair. The previous area Midoriya’s mind had sent him too had been confusing, yes, but there was sense behind it. There had been a feeling of helplessness following the incident with the slime monster, Shouto understands that, but–

But this doesn’t seem much like a scenario that Shouto has to help Midoriya overcome at all. It looks more like something his classmate would much rather forget.

Shouto heads back towards the central plaza.

This time, when he arrives, there’s a shift in the air. Whispers circling around the erased memories, so faint that it’s like they’ve been put on mute but are only starting to fight back.

Straining, Shouto stops his footsteps. He blinks, waiting for something more than rambles to fill his brain, ears struggling to process anything informative. And then:

“Nothing bad happened at the USJ,” Midoriya mutters, “maybe if I keep telling myself that, it’ll be ok.”

Gritting his teeth, Shouto clenches his fists. His nails dig into the skin, leaving crescent shaped indents against his palms.

“So that’s it, is it Midoriya…?” He says. It all seems so unlike his friend to run from things that he can’t help but be annoyed. Shouto’s never been an explosive person with his anger, and so instead, his tone freezes, the warmth fading as he fully embraces his right side.

His voice is ice. “You’re going to pretend the league of villains didn’t attack the USJ? Well – I’m sorry to break the news to you Midoriya, but they did.”

Flecks of white almost seem to have colour added to them. Shouto narrows his eyes.

“And you know you can’t forget it completely, because Aizawa-sensei’s blood is still staining the ground.” Shouto glowers at empty space. “You can’t pretend he didn’t get attacked, that he was injured. And Thirteen – he was injured too. You’d forget what they did for our classmates?”

He turns to glance towards the entrance, pedals backwards at the sudden… appearance of said heroes. Aizawa is collapsed against the ground, Thirteen unconscious from where he’d turned his own suit into dust.

They’re… here?

Except no, looking at them, they’re already starting to fade away. Midoriya wants to continue to forget, so why are they back again… unless:

Shouto’s voice had been a reminder. There’s no forgetting things when people force you too talk about them. And maybe it’s not healthy to force the memories back into his head, but it’s not healthy to disregard them completely, either.

So, all he needs to do is talk about it, right?

“Stop trying to forget how we had to fight for our lives,” Shouto continues. “That the villains – Kurogiri, Shigaraki, that creature they brought with them, the noumu – aren’t worth thinking about it nothing but arrogance.”

He glances around, takes a step back at the sudden appearance of the villains. Shigaraki watching his noumu as it restrains Aizawa. Kurogiri still up by the entrance. Other villains have popped up as well, littered across the scene before him but without any real features to their faces.

Understandable, Shouto doesn’t really remember their faces either. Other than Shigaraki and Kurogiri, the other villains had been nothing but backup, intended as a diversion.

“And Asui, you’re going to disregard the trauma she has, almost murdered, because you don’t want to think about this?” The frog-like girl appears now, peering at their teacher, Mineta by her side. “And All-Might, you’re going to pretend that they didn’t get close to killing him?”

Past Kurogiri, All-Might’s figure appears. In this memory, he is not wearing his usual smile, but rather a frown. Worried for them. Worried for all his students that have been placed in danger. Shouto’s always wondered whether the pro feels guilty about the attack, but he’s never been brave enough to ask.

Hopefully not.

“Bakugou was here. I was here – we were all here Midoriya, and no amount of telling yourself that you weren’t is going to change that fact.”

Now, a version of himself appears. Beside him, Bakugou appears.

Opposite them both, stands Midoriya. Except where everyone else had been frozen, almost like Shouto’s looking at a picture, Midoriya appears real.

Midoriya takes a step forward, raises a hand to Shouto, before letting it drop. He says, “I’d wanted to forget.”

Shouto takes a step forward, “Midoriya, we need to get back. You’re–”

“I’m not the real Izuku,” Midoriya says, and almost immediately Shouto deflates. “I’m just part of his cognition. The part that wanted to forget everything about the villain alliance.”

“What happens when you realise you can’t forget?”

The cognitive version of Midoriya glances away, stares at the floor. He scuffs his trainers against the ground, and with an almost sad voice says, “I disappear, go back to the original.”

Shouto takes a step forward. He says, “how do I find him?”

“Just keep going,” Midoriya responds. “It’s probably for the best that you’re the one going looking anyway, you’ve always had a way of helping put things into perspective.”

Shouto blinks, and just like that Midoriya is gone.

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[Next]

[theofficiallesbianflorona-blog]

Ballroom Dancing

(It’s sort of a working title)

Summary: Lance McClain Can’t dance. Pidge finds a room in the castle only Lance hoped to find. Lance is extremely nervous. Keith can dance, Keith is helpful. 

( I am shit at summaries, my apologies )

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P1:

The castle was big. Of course, there were rooms we hadn't seen yet. Did Pidge have to stumble across that room, though? When I found it I hoped I was the only one who would find it, because I knew what would come next. "Hey, Princess?" started Pidge at dinner that night. Allura, who had just taken a bite of her food, turned her attention to the green paladin with a wide-eyed look that read "Yes?" Pidge set down her fork. "I was wandering the castle today on my way to training, and I found a room… I think it was a ballroom?" I held back a groan but I couldn't hide the slight look of displeasure and terror on my face. Good thing everyone was focused on Pidge now. "Why, yes! As a diplomatic family, of course my father had a ballroom. Oh I have such fond memories of dancing with my father and friends in that ballroom when I was younger!" says Allura and my look of worry grows. Oh please don't say it… "I wish we could do it again…" Allura sighs wistfully. Quiznak. "Well," Hunk began, swallowing a bite of space food. "Maybe we could? We could invite a bunch of people from the alliances! Maybe we could even have the Balmerans come; it'd be great to see Shay again…" No no no no oh god no. "Hunk, that's a great idea!" Allura exclaimed, a new glimmer in her eyes. "I don't know. Having the doors open and a lot of guests here… That didn't work out so well last time." Saved by the Keith! Also, he makes a good point. "Yeah, what if some galra show up, or some spies get in? Lotor is sneaky." I add. "Lance agrees with Keith? This is a new age," mutters Pidge and Hunk stifle a laugh. I shoot her a look and she sticks her tongue out at me. "We could have security! Shiro and I could keep a look out for any shady figures. You know, back when I was a young Altean, I had to go through a rigorous training in order to-" As Corran begins on one of his "when-I-was-younger" stories, I begin thinking of ways to avoid the ball. See, the thing is, I can't dance. I mean, of course, I can make up some moves and such, but ballroom dancing? Nope. Never been able to. I even took classes back on Earth and I still couldn't get the hang of it. I would always step on my partners' toes. They eventually kicked me out of the class after I sprained someone else's toe by accident… My mother gave up on ballroom dancing after that. I was jolted out of my thought process when Hunk tapped my shoulder and whispered, "Do you believe this?" I jumped a bit and blinked, replying, "You're actually listening?" Hunk glared at me. "Lance, we're on a completely different subject. We're talking about songs! Now that Corran got some internet, we can look up songs even from Earth,” he whispered. My stomach did a backflip just thinking about Earth. About home. “Okay. Have we decided anything?” he whispered back.  “A few… mostly classical. Bach, Mozart, that kind of stuff." I smirked. "Can we sneak in some Ke$ha" Hunk rolled his eyes. I felt a kick under the table. "Lance, no!" Pidge hisspered (that means hiss-whispered. I coined the term myself). "OW Pidge! No need for violence, you little-" "Lance?" I looked up to see Shiro looking at me quizzically. "Yyyyes?" I said cautiously. I obviously had no idea what they were talking about. "What do you think about Allura's idea to have them pay something to dance with the paladins?" he asked. "I… What?" "When I was a little kid and my father held balls here, I remember them trying to raise funds by having the guests pay a small fee to dance with the paladins! I thought we could do that again, seeing as we need funds. Actually… I don't think I can recall us ever actually paying for somethi-" 

"I think it's a great idea, princess," interjected Hunk. "Me too" added Pidge. "I actually wouldn't mind that," said Keith. Well, now it'd look bad if I didn't agree. "Sure, Allura. Sounds good!" Now if I could just leave the room without drawing too much attention to silently panic in my bedroom… "Princess, shouldn't we have practices first? I'm sure many of us haven't danced in a long time, or even at all," offered Shiro. Oh, come on! That makes everything so much worse. But, maybe with enough practice, I could learn by the ball? Who am I kidding? I'm never going to be good at dancing. I've just learned to accept this. "Shiro, that's a wonderful idea! We can even use the ballroom!" And so it begins.

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P2 it’s a double feature:

"Lance." "Lance!" "Oh my god, LANCE WAKE UP" I'm violently shaken awake by small hands grasping my shoulder and hitting my face. "Ugh... What the hell, Pidge?" Lance, you've had your beauty sleep, now you have GOT to GET UP" Pidge exclaimed, jumping up and down. "Dude, what's happening?" I say, rubbing my eyes and moving to sit up. Pidge is smiling like a dork. It's a little creepy, but that's Pidge for you. "Allura has outfits. And they look amazing." She put a space between "they", "look", and "amazing" for emphasis. I immediately perked up. "Wait, seriously?" Pidge laughed, "Why would I lie about cool clothes, Lance? OF COURSE I'M SERIOUS!" We simultaneously started squealing.

When we got to the rest of the team (except Shiro and Corran, who were meeting with the Arusians about security) Allura was already showing Hunk some suits that the previous paladins had worn for dances. Hunk was eyeing the old blue paladin's suit with designs along the collar that looked like a galaxy or magic. It was beautiful. When Allura noticed us walk in, she said hello and immediately brought over an array of outfits that would fit me. She turned to Pidge, "Would you like to wear a dress or a suit? I have plenty of both that will fit you!" I saw Pidge's eyes go wide. Nobody had ever asked her that. "Thanks, Allura! Can I look at both options?" Pidge said, maybe a bit more enthusiastically than expected. "Do you just want to look at cooler alien clothes, Pidge?" I elbowed her. "Duh, Lance. Duh," she replied as she followed Allura to another corner of her enormous princess closet. I snickered as I looked through the suits Allura had given me. They were all stunning, made with a fabric like a mix of silk and cotton, but definitely nothing I'd ever felt before. There was one with shimmering holo, another with a holo-like substance, but it was truly a moving rainbow. There was another with moving stitches, depicting a battle between Voltron and a large alien beast. At the end, when Voltron was victorious, it moved and started over again. My eyes finally fell on a shimmery sky blue suit, accented with fabric that looked exactly like the ocean's surface, and moved like it too. I immediately took it and tried it on. It fit perfectly. I totally didn’t squeal and jump up and down for a solid 10 seconds…

After everyone had picked out their outfits, we all gathered in Allura's bedroom in our outfits. We all looked around. I felt so high-class like I should be holding a champagne glass or something!

Hunk had chosen a sparkly yellow suit that shimmered in the light, a perfect golden, paired with a shiny black tie. The top looked like it was made directly from the sun. He looked great. Pidge ended up going with a dress after all. She had an off-shoulder dark green dress with those little sleeves. It puffed out at the waist and flowed down, with a small train in the back. The design of beautiful alien plants looked so real, for a bit, I thought they were growing out of the bottom of the dress. She looked so happy in it, and she looked amazing. Allura had a tight light pink dress with blue accents that shimmered when she walked. She also had a tiara with jewels hanging down and into her hair, which was up, but cascading down in the sides.  She looked gorgeous. Keith had a dark red suit, with accents that looked like red fire in the evening, so real I expected smoke to come off it. He had a black flower that looked like it should turn to dust, but in a good way, you know? He looked nervous in front of everyone. I kind of wanted to assure him that he didn't need to be worried… I mean, he looked crazy good. Definitely better than me. Probably the best in the room, though I hated to admit it. Maybe this ball wouldn't be that bad… Allura clapped her hands and broke the silence. "Well, you all look wonderful! I'm so glad you like the outfits, too. I had been hoping to reuse them someday," she smiled and said. "Yeah, thanks Allura! These are so cool," Hunk replied. "Dude, I love this so much," Pidge agreed, sitting on Allura's bed and playing with the ends of her dress. Allura laughed. "Well, you all should probably hang those up in your own rooms now. Wash up and rest up! Tomorrow we start dancing!" I was so hyped up with my new suit, I didn't even mind the impending doom that loomed over me in the form of dance lessons as I showered and put on my nightly Altean face mask.

Well, I didn't think about it until it was the middle of the night and I woke up in a cold sweat from a nightmare I couldn't remember. My feet felt sore. It hit me what was going to happen tomorrow and a million "what if?"s ran through my mind at a million miles per hour. What if I fell? What if the fall sprained my ankle? At least then I could embarrass myself further. But what if they made me dance anyway? What if I was so bad none of us raised money at the ball? Would Voltron die? Would Haggar and her evil druids make the galra reign over the universe once more while we were still stranded in space with no way to get home? I couldn't get back to sleep with all these horrible ideas in my head. So I went out, rubbing my eyes, not sure where I was heading. My feet took me to the kitchen. I figured a midnight (do Alteans have midnight?) snack might clear my head. As the door slid open (man I love these automatic doors in the castle) I heard movement in the kitchen. I jumped slightly, only to realize it was only Keith. "Hey, man. Couldn't sleep either?" I asked. "I guess... I'm just not that tired. What about you?" "Oh.… I.. Uh…" Did I want to tell him I had a slight panic attack about how I can't dance and now I can't get back to sleep? "Let me guess: You're nervous. Honestly, so am I. I don't think I'm a great dancer. I'm also not the most popular paladin, so at least not a lot of people will want to dance with me." "I'd want to dance with you!" I blurted, immediately regretting it. I don't like seeing my friends upset, especially when I'm already upset. Sometimes I just say whatever I think they'd want to hear without thinking about it first. Not that I wouldn't want to dance with him though, I'd just make a huge fool of myself. "Um, thanks, Lance. That's… really nice of you. Maybe I'll take you up on that offer" Alright not what I was expecting but… wait… is he… blushing? It's not much, but I'm pretty sure he is. Oh god. Now I'm blushing too. This is awkward. I'll say anything to break this silence. A small part of my head says "tell him that why you're really here". Okay, anything but that. "So, uh, what brings you to the kitchen?" I ask. Smooth, Lance. Great conversation starter. "Midnight snack. Maybe it'll help me sleep. You?" "Same thing… Hey," I begin. "You said you didn't think you were a great dancer? But you can dance, yeah?" "Yeah? I mean I guess I can. I took lessons and I didn't fall on my face, so I suppose I was good." I fell on my face. A lot. I feel my face get warm with embarrassment. "Why?" Keith asked. "Well, ugh, this is weird to say, but I can't. Dance, I mean. It's super embarrassing. I tried taking lessons and stuff, but I was never any good," I found myself pouring out all the crap I didn’t want to think about. It felt good. "Every time I would try, I would step on someone else's toes, or trip them, or trip myself, or mess up in any way possible dancing. Eventually, my mom took me out of dance. I'm still sad about it because I did really like it. Music is awesome and I just wish I could move to it well. That sounds stupid, I know, but it didn't sound as stupid when I was lying awake in bed, sweating, because I was scared my bad dancing would scare away anyone from donating to Voltron at all, then Voltron would fall and we wouldn't be able to stand up to the galra and they would regain control over the universe and we would all be enslaved to them and all of would be stranded slaves in space with no way of getting back home." I finished, tears breaking through my eyes and slowly rolling down my cheeks. "Oh, Lance…" Keith sighed, setting his cup down on the counter and opening his arms for a hug. His expression looks so genuinely concerned, which only made me feel worse. Though, if he looked mad or happy I'd still feel worse. Nevertheless, the tears started coming faster, and I leaned forward while Keith stepped towards me and wrapped me in a bear hug I didn't think possible for someone of his size. I sniffed and Keith gently let me step back. "I've never told anyone all that…" Keith smiled warmly. "I'm glad you told me. If you wanted, I could teach you how to dance?" he offered. I looked up. No one ever asked me to dance, even if it was just lessons. "I told you, I took lessons before. I'd probably end up getting your wrist sprained…" I answered. "You got someone's wrist sprained?" Keith asked incredulously. I winced. "I'm sorry… I didn't mean to- Maybe it'll be easier to learn one-on-one? And with someone you already know?" Keith offered. "I… I don't know. Maybe. I think I'll tell the group tomorrow, though. It'll be easier now that I've already told you," I sighed. "I'm going to try to go back to sleep. 'Night, Keith." "'Night, Lance. Hope you get to sleep."

It took me a little while to actually fall asleep, but at least the anxiety had calmed down, more or less. I prepped myself for tomorrow. I was (not) ready.

[taesbetch]

To Own A Hybrid P.3

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff (eventual smut) Hybrid!AU Cat!AU

Summary: The hybrid world was one y/n never really involved herself in; however, after certain events, she is tossed into a world of uncertainty in the company of a particularly rude hybrid.

Word Count: 5k +

WARNING: Mentions of abuse, emotional torment, and prostitution

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5

“I like this one”

You sighed as you shoved more red liquorice in your mouth. It had been three hours of you and Jungkook surfing the store sites to try and find clothing style.

“stop sighing! You said we had to do this” he said defensively as he crossed his arms with a pout.

“yer but I didn’t expect you to be so picky” you shot back as you passed him the bag of heavenly goods.

Jungkook hissed at you as he rolled his eyes and started angrily eating.

“how about we just go to the mall? That way we can see what size you are and get the clothes in person! It’ll also be way quicker” you suggested as you closed your laptop.

A small whine emitted from his throat as his ears flattened against his head.

“I hate the mall” he mumbled before silently agreeing to go.

—-

You sat in your car staring at the large crowd joyfully entering the mall.

“Let’ s just go back, I can wait” Jungkook stated quickly as he stared at them in disgusted.

You were really tempted to just agree and go back home. The bright colours and possibility of running into people you know was turning you off but you knew it would be better this way.

“I don’t even have a collar!” Jungkook chirped up excitedly “guess we have to go back, or I have to stay in here…aw what a shame” he said sarcastically.

You smiled devilishly before turning towards him.

“good thing there’s a collar stand here! We’ll get it first!” you said matching his previous tone.

His small smirk dropped as you jumped out of the car, staring at him through the window expectantly.

As the two of you shuffled through the crowds of people you continuously looked behind you to check that Jungkook hadn’t gotten lost or into a fight with anyone.

Your eyes scanned the big signs on top of the shops, finally landing on your much-needed destination.

“there!” You exclaimed as you pointed to the collar shop “I’m not really a fan of the whole collar thing so let’s just try to find one that’s subtle and comfortable”.

There was a range of collars in the shop. A shocking range to be honest.

“hi! Do you need any assistance!”

you turned around in shock as the perky female employee smiled widely at you.

“er…hi” you said backing up a little before tapping an intrigued and confused Jungkook on the shoulder.

“were just here to find a collar for him” you said pointing towards him as he turned to face the both of you.

“sure! What were you thinking! We have some fashionable leather ones is you like!” she said pulling a black leather collar from underneath a draw.

The collar had long black spikes sticking out of it and a tightening device on the back…if anything…it was a little…kinky.

You and Jungkook exchanged looks before the both of you shook your heads.

“that’s okay! What about a stylish silky one” she said pulling a long pink silk ribbon.

“pink isn’t really my colour” Jungkook said coldly as the lady swayed the material in front of his face.

“oh come on! Don’t you think it’ll be nice!” she squeaked before trying to tie the ribbon around his neck.

It was almost as if everything was happening in slow motion, you remembered what happened last time someone had tried to touch Jungkook without his approval…it didn’t go so well.

Before you knew it you had grabbed the ladies hands harshly causing both her and Jungkook to look at you in shock.

“err…he doesn’t really like to be touched” you said awkwardly as you retracted your hands from hers.

You felt Jungkook’s eyes watch you intensely as your eyes searched the shop. In one of their display windows you saw a black earring, something you had never seen in a collar shop before.

“what’s that?” you asked softly causing the excitement to refill the sales lady. Her dark brown hair swept of her shoulder as she jumped happily.

“it’s the newest design for collars. The black and simple earrings act as a collar and sends the hybrids information to any device that swipes past it. It’s great isn’t it! No suffocating material around the neck, no itchiness! It’s even waterproof!” she exclaimed.

You turned to Jungkook who seemed just as interested as you were.

“what do you think?” you asked him as he looked back at you.

“I’m down” he shrugged non-chalantly before scratching his head.

The employee yipped happily before motioning for the tow of you to follow her into a back room.

As she told Jungkook to take a seat and ran him through the protocols you looked at all the cool designs of tattoos and piercings on the wall.

“you guys do tattoos here?” you asked in amazement as you flipped through drawing books.

“yep, we do all kinds of things here, mainly for hybrids as they can’t get the same ink tats as human do” she said as she prepared jungkooks ear for the piercing.

“interesting” you whispered as a certain picture caught your eye.

The tattoo on the man’s arm was a singular circle with a line going straight through it, the ends sticking out slightly.

You don’t know where you’ve seen the tattoo but your brain started fogging up as it dug through folders of your memory.

‘shhh, it’s going to be alright. Your mothers going to take care of you now okay?’

“all done!”

You shook your head as the ladies chirpy voice broke your concentration.

“alright! Just put your hybrid number in here, pay here and your good to go!” she stated as she brought you back to the front desk.

You smiled at her warmly before filling out the details needed for his piercing to be activated and using pay pass to finish it off.

You waved goodbye as you and Jungkook made a hasty escape from the way to happy employee.

“I didn’t think I would last” Jungkook said with a sigh of relief.

Due to lunch being over the crowd had dwindled, but that still didn’t stop the uncomfortable pushing of people.

“to the clothes we go” you stated as Jungkook played with his new earrings. You had to admit it did add to his whole ‘I hate everything’ vibe but in a good attractive way.

“Revival!” he exclaimed excitedly, spotting the shop he had liked so much.

You rolled your eyes before following the excited kitten through the doors of what would be your hell.

—

“Jungkook I’m dying” you whined as you added another pair of pants to the over flowing basket on the floor.

“you’ve actually tried on everything in the shop” you added as he continued to move around in the changing room.

“help” he said opening the curtain to reveal another white shirt…

“oh wow, doesn’t look like any of the other 40 white shirts were buying” you said sarcastically as you shook your head in disbelief.

“you’re useless, I’m going to get a different colour” he stated before making a b-line for the racks.

You sighed tiredly as you decided to look through different hats he could get.

“Don’t touch me!”

You recognised that pissed off voice anywhere. You instantly dropped the hats before rushing to where Jungkook had gone, it had only been like a minute! What could possibly happen in a minute!

“filthy dog!” Jungkook spat at the equally angered dog in front of him. The two of them held onto the only black shirt that you could see on the rack, both determined to get it.

“pesty cat!” the dog growled back. The dog’s turquoise hair and pale skin were quite the contrast compared to Jungkook.

The dog was noticeably shorter than Jungkook but gave the same ‘I hate everything’ vibe with his ice-cold gaze and leather pants.

“oh god! Jungkook please stop!” you said as you hovered behind him not exactly sure how to intervene.

“I had it first!” he hissed, his eyes still connected with the other hybrids.

“Yoongi!”

You were too busy hissing at Jungkook to let go to notice the other hybrids owner join in.

“Yoongi! We’ve talked about th- y/n?”

Your head shot in his direction as you stopped your arguing with Jungkook to see who had called your name.

“namjoon?” you asked in shock as you took in the appearance of your co-worker, his hands trying to tear the hybrid away from the black shirt.

“your y/n?” yoongi asked as he dropped the shirt to take a better look at you. As yoongi’s eyes scanned over you Jungkook hissed loudly before stepping in front of you, shielding you with his body.

“jungkook, it’s okay. This is namjoon!” you said stepping away from his shield.

Namjoon smiled widely at Jungkook who just hissed as he proceeded to hide behind you.

“hey, I’m really sorry about my whole robot incident” he said nervously before scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.

“just almost killed us, but whatever” Jungkook sassed as you rolled your eyes.

“its fine, were alive” you stated causing namjoon to chuckle.

“so, this is the hybrid you were talking about? What was your name? Jungkook?” he asked sweetly as he tried to connect gazes with Jungkook who just continued to look away.

“mhm, and this is yoongi?” you asked as you smiled at the dog hybrid who gave you a smirk and a head nod in response.

“yep and…taehyung!?” namjoon called out as he turned beside him to find a missing hybrid.

You heard a small yelp of fear before arms were wrapped around you and you were being used as a human shield.

Little did either you or namjoon know, as you were conversating taehyung had approached Jungkook like a predator would his prey, only to get violently shoved away.

“miss y/n, your hybrids mean” he whispered softly in your ear before joyfully sniffing your face.

Jungkook looked lost and confused. He watched in panic as the dog hybrid continued to remember your scent.

“okay taehyung that enough” namjoon said pulling him away by the collar leading taehyung to whine in disapproval.

“are you on night shift?” he asked you as yoongi held the hyper boy tightly.

“yer! Will I see you there?” you asked as you fixed your hair that had been messed up. He nodded happily and picked up his shopping bags he had to drop earlier.

“great, see ya!” he said before vanishing off with the two hybrids.

As you sighed as turned to Jungkook you watched happily as he hugged his new black shirt.

“Alright, let’s go pay for these. Go put one on so you don’t have to wear these anymore” you said as you pointed to the shirt and sweatpants he was currently wearing.

He nodded his head before quickly making his way to the changing rooms as you made your way to the till.

—-

“fuck, fuck, fuck” you chanted as you waddled your way to the car, Jungkook lifted the boot and chucked his bags in with ease whereas you struggled to hold them.

Jungkook wore one of his new outfits, the white shirt, blue jeans and tim’s simple but stylish.

“that…was exhausting” he whispered more to himself but you hummed in agreement.

“Oh! Before I forget!” you said searching through the many bags residing in your boot.

“here, I got you a phone so we could communicate whenever I’m not there” you smiled as you passed him the box.

“my..own phone?” he asked as he stared at it in amazement.

“yep! Now come on, I don’t know about you but I’m starving” you groaned grabbing your stomach.

As you started the car Jungkook was strangely quiet.

“you’re leaving tonight…what time are you coming back?” he asked softly. You took a moment to glance at him. His eyes glued to the phone you had just given him.

“I’ll leave around 8 and be back at around midnight, it’s a short shift and don’t worry ill cook your dinner before I leave” you smiled cheekily at him.

He hummed as an answer but you could tell something else was worrying him. Not wanting to press him any further you rode in a comfortable silence.

“were here” you said drawing jungkook’s attention to the little café you had just parked in front of.

—

“question” you said as you handed the menus back to the waitress after the both of you had finished ordering your food.

“are you by chance allergic to anything? Or like do certain scents irritate your senses?” you asked seriously as you played with your hands.

“other than that wretched perfume you wear, nothing really” he sassed.  

You gasped before scoffing and letting out a small chuckle at his snide remarks

“well, id rather smell like this than wet dog” you snapped back causing him to have the same reaction as you did.

“I am a cat! That was just rude” he hissed causing you to laugh at his angered yet cute state.

“sorry kitty” you teased with a pout, angering him even more.

“now I know why your single” he said shaking his head in disbelief.

You took a breath of refreshing air as your eyes traveled to outside of the glass window. You watched with joy as an older looking hybrid got on his knee and proposed to his owner, or so you thought.

“aw, Jungkook isn’t that sweet” you swooned as you watched on with gleaming eyes, Jungkook, however, did not share your enthusiasm.

“it’s not going to work out” he said bluntly, crushing all your hopes and dreams for the two lovebirds.

“what. Why not?!” you asked clearly upset at his sudden declaration.

“just watch” he said softly, his eyes never tearing from the scene.

Your heart broke into two as an angry female marched up to the two of them and broke them from their kiss. The girl proceeded to scowled the hybrid and gave him a harsh smack on the cheek before storming away.

The human girl was a sobbing mess as she watched the love of her life follow the angered female away. that’s when it clicked. He wasn’t prosing to his owner…

“owners are usually very possessive of their hybrids and don’t allow them to pursue relationships outside of the house. It’s fine when a hybrid and their owner fall in love but it’s a completely different story if that’s not the case” Jungkook shrugged before the waitress arrived with the drinks you had ordered.

As you thanked her Jungkook sighed and returned his attention back to you, but your eyes were still glued on the broken-hearted girl who remained in her spot.

“I’m going to go see if she’s okay” you said as you grabbed your drink and tried to figure out how you were going to approach her.

As you walked towards her, you noticed she still held the ring on her finger.

“hi” you said sweetly as you sat yourself next to her “look I’m not going to ask if you’re okay, cause clearly, you’re not…here drink this” you said passing her your cola.

“I’m sorry” the girl cried as she took your drink without hesitation.

“why are you apologizing? Dude that was rough” you said as you looked off in the direction they left in.

“I’m solar, by the way …that..that was my boyfriend jin…well, I guess ex-boyfriend” she explained as you nodded your head.

“I’m y/n and don’t you mean fiancé?” you asked happily trying to cheer her up.

She looked at you in shock before shaking her head “didn’t you see what happened?” she asked in confusion.

You smiled before giving her a friendly slap on the shoulder. “don’t let some bitchy owner get in between you and your lover!” you chirped enthusiastically, solar looked at you in utter shock as you ruffled her hair caringly.

“you love him, right?” you asked.

“of course…we’ve been together for 5 years actually. Always dodging and diving and avoiding his owner. I… I just want to be together…that’s all I want” she sighed as a couple more tears rolled down her face.

“I’m not really a believer in if the world wants it to happen it’ll happen. I’m more of a ‘you have to do it yourself if you want it done’ type of person. So, what I’m about to say to you really contradicts my beliefs but…don’t give up if it’s meant to work out, it will. Let’s look at your odds, she didn’t look that rich so she can’t just up and leave with him, she can make him not leave the house but surely she has a life and can’t watch him 24/7, she could always kill one of you but she doesn’t strike me as a murderer” you stated.

Solar wiped her tears as her eyes turned from sad to determined.

“your right! This relationship is five years of my life! I can’t imagine it with anybody else…” she exclaimed, her voice growing stronger than before.

“that’s the spirit, try your hardest…ya’ll know when its time to give up, but now isn’t that time girl, go get your man!” you whooped encouragingly.

She shot up from her seat with a sudden energy boost.

“I hope we met again y/n” she smiled at you as she started walking backward.

“me too, and you better have that guy on your arm when we do!” you shouted out to her. She laughed before nodding her head and running in the direction that they left.

You smiled happily as you rested your head backward at stared at the blue sky above you.

You closed your eyes as you enjoyed the warmth of the sun mixing with the cool breeze.

Oh, to be young and in love.

“filling people with false hope is a bad thing”

You opened your eyes to see Jungkook leaning over you, he’s ears standing upright and a plastic bag in his hand.

“oh, you pessimist” you said as you lifted your head forward and motioned for him to take a seat.

“I prefer the term realist” he replied as he took a seat next to you.

“you took too long so I got our food to go. So…lets go” he said plainly as he looked around.

“Jesus Christ Jungkook, not everything has to be so rushed. Take a minute to enjoy the scenery” you stated before resting your head back into its previous position.

You could literally hear jungkook’s protest but instead, he just copied you and took a long breath of relaxation.

Suddenly feeling jungkooks relaxed state beside you, you took the opportunity to peek an eye open and enjoy it while it’ll last.

You almost drooled at how beautiful he looked. His skin was glowing underneath the suns beams and his soft hair ruffled in the wind, his lips were parted slightly and were a welcoming shade of pink.

“I can feel you staring at me”

“it’s not my fault seeing you like this is as rare as seeing a shooting star”

—

“jungkook!! Dinners ready!” you shouted out as you tided your hair ready for work.

“I cooked four steaks just in case, I know how hungry you can get. Do you remember how to use your phone?” you asked as he sat himself down at the dinner table.

“where did you put the iron man 2 disk?” he asked as you grabbed your bag off the table.

“it’s under the first one in the lower drawer. Call me If you need anything! Bye be careful!” you shouted as you ran to the door. You heard a soft goodbye before you shut the door.

You were hesitant to leave Jungkook by himself but you knew he could handle himself, he’d been doing it for a long time before you met after all.

As you entered the building you wondered how long Jungkook had been alone before you stormed into his life…

“Y/n? you okay?”

You snapped out of your thoughts as you sheepishly locked eyes with jimin.

“Hey! yer sorry I’m okay I promise, just…a lot on my mind” you giggled nervously.

“mmm I can see that” he chuckled before passing you a folder “here, this will help you with that new assignment Mr. So gave you” he smiled.

“oh my god! I totally forgot about that! Jimin I don’t know what I would do without you! Thank you so freaking much” you thanked him before frantically typing away on your computer.

Jimin let out another hearty laugh before going back to his desk.

The assignment was a strange one. You were to organise a route through the cities center in order to keep the transaction private and away from the public eye. You had to take into consideration things like security cameras, closing times of shops and police activity.

You didn’t even know what was being transported and the whole ordeal was weird but Mr. So is high up the power chain so it must be important.

You continued your work but couldn’t shake the feeling of being stared at.

You turned next to you to see jimin staring at you with an extremely worrisome look but as soon as he saw you had caught him he smiled nervously and continued with what he was doing.

You decided to shake it off and continue your work.

“y/n! just the person I was looking for!” namjoon chirped as he rolled over on his chair from his desk.

“you say it like I’m not here behind you every time we have a shift together…which is literally all the time” you chuckled at his strange choice of words.

He ruffled his hair in confusion at his own sentence but shook it off when he remembered why he came over.

“I’m glad Jungkook is settling in nicely” he stated as you continued to type away.

“you think? He’s still a little hostile. Then again, I think that’s just his personality. Not sure yet” you said as you swapped eye connect between namjoon and your computer.

“he’s become more territorial, it means he’s becoming used to things being his” he answered causing you to scrunch your eyebrows in confusion.

“you didn’t notice? When tae and yoongi got a little too close for his liking he started getting protective and unsure of the situation. It means he’s starting to settle” he smiled at you.

You stared at namjoon in shock before punching the air enthusiastically. “yer boy!” you exclaimed but quietly due to your professional atmosphere.

“but be careful, I don’t think you should have come to work. Due to his sudden change of safety, he may be a little paranoid and get scared easier” namjoon stated worriedly.

Instantly your mood dropped to a sudden sense of sickening worry.

Before you could ask what, he meant by that your phone started ringing and the pop up of jungkooks name almost gave you a heart attack.

“hello? Jungkook what’s wrong?” you asked worriedly, your stomach dreading the answer.

“y-y/n, I think sh-hes here to get m-me” a panicked hybrid on the other side of the phone whispered. You could hear the silently sobbing he was trying to hide.

Your heart broke as you stood up immediately.

“where are you now I’m on my way” you said as namjoon started saving all your work. You grabbed your bag and ran as quickly as you could to the elevator.

“I-I’m in your room, i-i-n your closet” he stuttered pure fear seeping through his voice.

“okay, I’m in the car right now, whose there Jungkook? Are they knocking on the door? What’s happening?” you asked worriedly as you almost sped down the streets.

You tried to stay focused but the shaky breaths and sobs that you heard were not just terrifying but hurt your heart.

“they keep knocking, t-t-they won’t go away. it’s her, she found me!” he said sacredly.

“Jungkook I’m in the elevator, I’m going to hang up now okay, don’t worry I won’t let anyone hurt you” you reassured as the elevator moved painfully slow.

As the doors opened you were ready to fight a bitch but instead were met with a persistent Krystal banging at your door.

You sighed in relief before grabbing her hand, stopping her from traumatizing your poor hybrid anymore.

“Oh! There you are! Hey I was thinking we could all watch the new-“ she started but you stopped her kindly.

“Actually, I was going to suggest that we all go to the movies next Thursday! We can’t do tonight sorry” you said as quickly as possible.

Thankfully she noticed your rushed pace and moved out the way of the door nodding. “sounds like a plan” she said before turning to walk back to her apartment door.

You ran inside, turning on all the lights you possibly could.

“Jungkook!” you called as you ran into your room. The darkness leaving an eerie and sad feeling. You turned on the lights and followed the sounds of whimpering as you approached your closet.

“Jungkook? Sweetie its y/n” you said slowly opening the doors.

You gasped as the tortured hybrid pulled you in a massive hug. “what happened!? I thought s-s-she got to y-y-ou!” he cried as you shuffled to the bed.

“shhh it’s okay it was just Krystal, no one’s coming to get you” you soothed quietly as you managed to lay him on the bed.

You sat up as his body tucked closely too yours, his hands clutching the material of your work pants as he continued to cry.

You hesitantly brought your hand up and trialed a stroke of his hair. Before you could pull away he nuzzled his head into your hand letting you know it was okay.

With that, you soothingly stroked his hair earning soft hums as his crying softened to a few sniffles.

“would you like to sleep in here tonight? We can watch the new Spiderman movie?” you asked softly as you moved to play with his ears.

A soft meowl escaped his lips before he nodded his head and moved his head closer to your lap.

“yes please…don’t leave me” he whispered. His voice vulnerable and weak, a state you had never seen Jungkook in before.

You moved his hair out of his eyes before nodding your head. Even though he couldn’t really see it. The nod meant so much.

You vowed to protect the seemingly stubborn hybrid with anything you could. He deserved more than the world had given him and you were going to give him it.

“I won’t, I promise”  

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Name: Assmcgee (Nickname) Role: Professional Ass Kicker Age: 227 Gender: Male, he/him pronouns Height/Weight: 5′6″, 208lbs Species: Glowing ghoul Faction: He himself and I Alignment: Chaotic Good SPECIAL: S10 P1 E10 C1 I1 A1 L10

Bio/Story: 2077, Assmcgee was in his senior year of highschool, although no one would say he was a good student. Assmcgee hung with a group of teens his age that notoriously hated authority and skipped school. Why stay in school if war could break out at any moment? They had extensive plans of what they would do if the Reds attacked and the world ended. Maybe not make it to one of the fancy vaults that got built, but they’d hide out in their own “vault,” a secret place for just the four of them. It would be their home base to conduct raids on the crumbled society, they predicted.

Assmcgee found the perfect place, hidden away, there was a metal shed in the shadow of a rocky hill, just out of town. Now instead of ditching school for ice cream and hamburgers, the gang of kids scoped out their hideout, and thought up plans of their future. This was the life, the kids agreed. Of the group, Assmcgee was hardly the leader. The real leader of the group was Daisy, who was Assmcgee’s girlfriend. She was a real spitfire and she and Assmcgee were crazy in love. Daisy spurred on their criminal activity and general menace behavior that included shoplifting and some mild arson.

Despite Assmcgee’s mind for criminal activity with his friends, his family life had always been full of love. As an only child Assmcgee was cherished, however the stresses of impending war and inflation took a toll on his parents and divided their attention towards their misbehaving child as he was growing up. Assmcgee fell into a bad crowd of teenagers, swept up in young love and adrenaline.

And then the world ended. The reports were coming in, and Assmcgee left his family home for their secret vault, leaving his parents behind, to never see them again. He met up with his friends, relieved all three of them had made it safely. In that moment, the group was nervous. Of course now that the world really was ending, things were different. But Daisy, steadfast as ever, calmed her friends and got their spirits up, settling once the bombs stopped, they could start their pillaging and start living like kings. But for now, they would feast on their snack cakes and other treats they stored in their makeshift vault.

The four of them stayed holed up for quite some time, unsure when they could safely leave their shed, their radio informing them of the devastation that occurred. After a few days, their food supply dwindled and Assmcgee and Daisy decided to head out to get more supplies. Returning to civilization, they saw how damaged their hometown was, buildings in tatters and bodies on the ground. Daisy lead them to a general store and climbed through to retrieve food and water that hadn’t already been taken. This started their periodic visits to the city for loot and supplies. The group managed to steal things like terminals, hoisting them back to their hideout, as well as all the cash and jewelry they could find. The group also acquired quite a collection of pornography.

But within the following month, the group started feeling ill. Assmcgee was the healthiest of the bunch so he continued to leave and return on journeys to the city, trying to find medicine or drugs to alleviate their suffering. But one morning Charlie was found dead. And then Daisy died. Assmcgee couldn’t believe how terrible things had gotten, everything was perfect, everyone was healthy, how did things mess up so badly? Assmcgee tried to support Owen, his last surviving friend, who was also ill, but predicted it would take him too. At this time Assmcgee’s skin was peeling and his ghoulification was starting at a slow pace, although he just assumed he was going to die as well, finally. Owen eventually passed and Assmcgee found himself alone. Burying his last friend next to the rest of his gang, Assmcgee retreated back into their secret vault. Over the months, Assmcgee slowly turned into a ghoul, his hair falling out, skin falling off. He had no idea what was happening, and assumed somehow he was just turning into a zombie. His eighteenth birthday came and went, and he decided to leave. There was nothing for him here, so he gathered a pack of things and left his hometown. It was about then when he noticed during the night that he could see his skin in the darkness, and that soon developed into a soft green glow even in the day. It was probably the most hilarious thing he’d seen in a year. He wasn’t dying (as far as he understood) and he was a zombie that glowed in the dark. Hilarious. Assmcgee spent the next 40 years wandering the Commonwealth’s area sticking with some groups of survivors. Early during this time, Assmcgee adopted the name “Assmcgee” in a sort of way to preserve the memory of his friends prewar, as it’d been an inside joke of theirs as well as made for a cool name. He rejected any use of his old name, willing to beat it into people if they would not honor his request, until he was solidly known as Assmcgee. It was around then that he realized that something was off. That he was nearly 50, and yet he’d hardly aged, if you didn’t count his nose falling off and most of his hair leaving as well. Other ghouls he met felt the same, that somehow they had stopped aging. Assmcgee during this time also learned he was putting out radiation, the same thing he learned that killed his friends and caused his glowing skin. This left him aloof in how he interacted with others, keeping away from his friends to spare them the rads. As years passed, Assmcgee left groups and joined them, sometimes spending the time alone by himself. He had a terrible habit of picking fights when things got comfortable, causing rifts and leaving when people got upset. But he always came back to people, hoping to find something good again and find people that could stand him and would satiate his need for attention. He spent more time with ghouls than humans, as they didn’t care about his radiation, however his personality often clashed with most reasonable people. Assmcgee even took to joining raider gangs, comfortable with their tight knit groups and rowdy personalities.

As the Commonwealth was setting itself up, many decades later, Assmcgee found himself finding steady work, as a heavy hand others could pay. Assmcgee bounced around the Commonwealth, no real home in sight as he beat up others for caps. He never liked killing, making sure others knew his services would be for roughing others up, and not for murder. He worked as a bodyguard and settlement guard for short amounts of time, sticking mostly to protecting ghouls and ghoul settlements, humans tending to not like ghouls and especially ones that are bright green. For the most part now, Assmcgee hangs around the Slog and Goodneighbor, taking jobs as they come, and picking fights when he can. Personality: Loud, rowdy, and ready to fuck, Assmcgee is one tough cookie. Boasting unbeatable strength and raw power, this foolhardy ghoul will throw down with anyone. Despite his power and desperate need to win, Assmcgee will hold back and pull punches if his opponent is way under his skill level, however hates any sort of pity from others. Under this tough cool guy exterior however, is a childish and desperate man willing to do anything for affection and attention, even at his own expense. Often Assmcgee will attach himself to people who say that they like him, doing anything to fit in, be it heavy chem use, drinking alcohol, or even changing the way he acts or talks. With a guilty conscience, Assmcgee finds himself protecting feral ghouls from settlements and others, using his radiation to lure them into safe places and away from civilization should they stray. Hobbies: Assmcgee loves fighting. He’ll start a fight with anyone or anything if he’s bored, be it a random person or a deathclaw (if he has an audience). Assmcgee also has a quiet hobby of art. He likes to draw,craft, and weave. Inspired by his favorite comic books, Assmcgee is fairly talented at drawing, but he rarely practices in front of others in fear of losing his cool guy look. He particularly enjoys making gifts for friends, in attempt to make them like him more. Assmcgee has made friendship bracelets on several occasions. Companion: Assmcgee travels alone for the most part, although he loves any company that is willing to withstand his presence.

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[imaginetonyandbucky]

Either Bucky or Tony is very shy when thi gs turn towards cuddling,kissing,nudity,sex and the other helps them overcome it

As usual, please remember that unanswered prompts aren’t bad prompts. Sometimes, our authors/artists just don’t get inspired, and after a certain amount of time it makes more sense to post them as unanswered.

If anyone wants to fill one of the unanswered prompts, go right ahead. And if you send us the link to it once you’ve posted it, we’ll even share it here on the blog!

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Imagine: Tony and Bucky come out publicly after being together for years and they gotta deal with the backlash from public figures. But then a couple weeks later same-sex-marriage is legalized and fluff because Bucky proposes?    

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out of all of the Avengers Tony is actually the most health conscious. when the others moved into the tower they thought he wasn't taking care of himself but he actually takes good care of his body. and for a good reason, his immune system is all shot due to the reactor so when he starts showing symptoms of a bad case of the flu and he Bucky take care to make it so it doesn't get bad. however it sneaks up on him and hits him like a freight train, 103 degree fever, and all.  

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Somehow I can't stop imagine Tony as a Despicable Me dad. Only that the minions are his boots and those cute flying batteries from his sorcerer supreme alternative-self. And I can't stop thinking of Bucky as a teacher to those children that gets somehow sucked up into the world of this very strange and crazy man and can't help fall in love with first his children and than this strange guy and his even stranger companions.      

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Imagine a parent trap-ish AU where Bucky's kid and Tony's kid are friends at school (their age is up to you :) and they're total besties and they know their dads are totally into each other even though they won't admit it, so it would be super awesome if their dads get married and they become a family right?? :DDD

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Hello lovelies, I love the work that you all do, I was hoping you could do a story where tony has asthma due to the fact part of his lungs were taken out to make room for the reactor.  Bucky freaks out when he learn that he has asthma and starts to mother hen Tony. How tony react is up to the writer.            

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how about a The Martian AU? Bucky and Tony are apart of the Hermes crew and were sent to Mars along with the others ( Steve being the commander ). Tony and Bucky were already a couple when they left earth and Bucky planned on asking Tony to marry him when they got back but then Tony is lost and presumed dead. then they find out that Tony is not dead but surviving on Mars like a badass, they get him back and Bucky finally gets to propose. Tony says yes of course!            

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Tony suddenly loses all of his money (only for a short while) And he gets super sad and scared, because he just knows the Avengers will now leave him. They have no more reason to stay right? They don't like him, so now they have the perfect opportunity to leave. He can't provide for them anymore. Who cares that he loves them so much? But to his suprise the moment they find out they just start helping and when they realise what he had thought they start hugging and telling him that they love him.   

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Hi first I want to say how grateful I am for all the amazing stories all the authors write, I can't get enough of them. (Imagine that when Bucky loses control of the Winter Soldier,he seeks physical challenge not trough fight but trough sex,for some reason he keeps finding Tony for that,but when he comes to he doesn't remember that. So tony thinks bucky only wants sex. I know the matter of consent is unclear here so I would understand if you decide to ignore this)       

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(part 1) AU where Tony is still a child when the Winter Soldier kills his parents. Because Bucky is brainwashed, he has to follow the order to kill them, but instinctively tries to hurt as few people as the orders let him (like shooting through Natasha and letting her live in MCU). Tony is in the same car when his parents are killed, but doesn't see much. afterwards, Bucky gets Tony out of the wreckage and to safety, and takes care of him until emergency services arrive, and vanishes. (part 2) Over the years, Tony may start to notice strange things happening around him that prevent him from being hurt in accidents.

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Everybody adores Tony. That means everybody wants Tony Time he and Nat watch ocean documentaries, cuddling. Steve and he draw together, Tony blue prints, Steve, usually another teammate. He bakes with Clint, science time w/ Bruce, falling asleep on Thor as he tells stories about the stars. There is always some sort of cuddling involved with Tony Time (Tony loves it) and Bucky gets the least and is grumpy about it cuz he loves Tony and wants to hold him all the time and Tony is oblivious of this.

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Imagine Bucky being the only one on the team able to handle things to Tony. Maybe the team (or pepper) realize before Tony, and Bucky not understanding why it's a big deal (or on the contrary Bucky being really proud and happy, he is the only one).... Yeah anything about Tony trusting Bucky to handle him things... Thanks!!! You guys are doing an amazing job and all your fics and drawings are beautiful!            

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My last Prompt of 2015 goes to you lovelies! Bucky is tired of  his dads (the howlies), Steve, Natasha, Sam& even Clint! giving him grief over being single every effing holiday. (They just want him to be happy, but damn.) This weekend is the annual 4th of July get away to the family cabin. Well this year he's bringing his fiance! Okay fake-fiance. Tony the sexy mechanic, he flirts with on the way to work. Only he hasn't exactly asked Tony yet.. Oops! Thank you for all the lovely fics this year!   

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Can you do one where Tony is sent back in time and falls in love with Bucky and when he comes back to the present he falls in love with James ( the name Bucky prefers to go by after regaining his memories) as well? 

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Tony takes his baby daughter to an art gallery (at the insistence of Pepper), and Bucky is there to support Steve. In front of an ambiguous piece of modern art, the baby points to a splotch in the painting and deems it "poo." Unfortunately this gets Tony into a bit of fuss with the artist, and that's when Bucky decides to help the gorgeous man he's been eyeing all night instead of the art.   

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Tony and Bucky got together but maybe it was at a bad time, where one or both of them are emotionally or perhaps physically vulnerable, so it's mostly arguments and they break it off but after a couple of years of angst and avoidance, they decide to try again   

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Imagine medieval au where King/Prince Tony and King/Prince Steve are arranged to be married but Tony fell for Steve's royal knight and best friend Bucky instead (despite them arguing a lot) 

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Maybe Avengers using pick up lines on Tony or Bucky for Bucky or Tony?

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Avengers being mean shits and flirting with Tony just to make Bucky jealous, cause they are so done with his pinning.      

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Tony is acting just fine ang happy, but then something triggers him, so he runs to the lab. A little bit latter JARVIS ask Bucky to go to the lab. When he gets down there he find Tony in the middle of a panic attack. Fluff angst ensues.      

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Imagine Tony being totally annoyed with having to help with the whole de-program Bucky shit. Really he just sits there and reads a Russian dictionary out loud and looks if Barnes reacts ... well Tony is annoyed until he finds the one phrase a young HYDRA recruit planted in the Winter Soldier programming for shit and giggles, the one that no one at HYDRA ever found out about, the one phrase Bucky has no bad memories of - the instand-orgasm-phrase!   …lol   

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Imagine prince Anthony is betrothed to somebody that he has never met and he does not want to marry so he runs away you can have this go anyway that you want     

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Prompt: Bucky has a talent for making good coffee. Amazing coffee, really. Tony, as everyone knows, has a coffee problem. (And if that makes for a great excuse to spend more time with Bucky, well...) (Basically, fluffy coffee-themed shenanigans? Please?)

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Bucky works at an animal shelter, tony finds a stray dog and they hit it off during the check up so tony actively seeks dogs around the city's streets in order to bring  them to him to spend more time with him     

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Prompt: Winter Soldier goes to kill the Starks, but (Hydra) Tony is with them. "Mission compromised. Report to handler Stark for punishment".     

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Bucky and Tony start a relationship post cacw. Tony doesn't tell Bucky that he and Steve had a relationship because he is afraid he will be like Steve and choose everyone over him       

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Post civil war Tony no longer trusts the team. He pretends like everything is normal only trusting Bucky even more so than he did the team before. The team realises how bad they fucked up and they can't fix it.     

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Oh man I'm so pumped prompts are open again okay so I've been dying for a Mr and Mrs Smith au with these two! But instead of two organizations its Iron Man doing his own thing vs Hydra (who Bucky thought was doing the right thing) ft Avengers trying to bring them both in (on the team or to jail no one is sure). Thanks!  

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"The Last of Us" AU, where someone (Tony or anyone else) is immune to the cordyceps infection and the other person(s) tasked with the job of taking them to wherever they're going to create a cure.  

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P1 Can you Write one about Tony who is blind from birth (Whether the team knows or if its a quiet afair is yours) but still manage to fall in love with Bucky voice and Bucky doesn't understand why Tony never see him but gets a gloom face when he talk P2 when in reallity thas's Tony's face of trying not to show how that voice makes him feel Thank you Btw your blog is amazin & there isn't enough words to say how much we love you! & how we wait for 11am to read all of you or how many times we read u

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Can we get a sequel to the prompt where Tony is sneaking around so Bucky follows him and finds that he volunteers to work with kids (sciencing). Maybe where they do adopt Bruce after their heart to heart.    

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Hello, how about young (18-19) Tony being Ironman and an avenger and lots of UST between Tony and Bucky. And the team finds out that Tony has been trained as a spy and that he sometimes works for SHIELD. Cue badass Tony and worried/protective Bucky.         

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[9r7g5h]

There’s Magic In Your Touch (Hold On As The World Burns) - P1

Fandom: Xena: Warrior Princess/Harry Potter

Genre: Angst/Horror/Romance

Rating: T+, might jump depending on future chapters

Words: 5,677

Summary: She had followed Him into the dark, had allowed herself to believe His lies. But now, in the middle of the first Wizarding War, she fights, because everything He had ever told her had been wrong.  

AN: Ok, so. Like, nine months or so ago, I promised you guys a Harry Potter AU. And it never happened. Sorry about that. Well, I have about two and a half chapters written, and while I was going to wait until it was fully done, I think we’ll risk it and just get started with the posting now. I was going to wait until next Friday, but oh the well. I hope you guys enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Xena or Harry Potter. I’m just meshing them together into a random mix to see if something fun comes from it. 

P1, ???

She was fourteen, halfway through her fourth year, when she finally met him. Of course, she knew him; everyone knew of him- he was the most popular boy in all of Hogwarts, drawing people to him like moths to a flame with his wit and charm. He was always so nice too, taking a moment of his time to point the first years in the right direction when they were lost, offering up a hint of where to look in the book to solve the potions homework, instructions on how to better hold your wand for easier casting- there was a reason he was one of the most beloved students at Hogwarts. And he knew how to speak. Knew what to say exactly when to say it so it soothed whatever was troubling you. Knew what words would bring you up, raise you to new heights, encourage you to be your very best. Knew how to make all of your hopes and dreams actually seem like a reality. And the exact phrase to have you crashing down once more, unable to resist the depths he could send you spiraling into.

He was popular but cruel, something the students knew but the teachers seemed to always forget when he smiled. So yes, Xena knew of Tom Riddle. She had seen him in the common room, had heard the whispers and rumors that followed him about. But she had never officially met him before. Until now. It was one of her older friends who introduced them, though ‘introduce’ was perhaps the wrong word. He had, in the middle of the night, dragged her from the chair by the fireplace where she was doing her homework and practically carried her to the dungeons, ignoring her curses, both magical and verbal alike. Xena had been furious at being led like a dog on a chain against her will, though her words of protest were ignored, and eventually she fell silent when she stood before him. When he looked at her and smiled. "I think she'll work. She's one of us, Tom." It was like he had known her. When he finally spoke after those first long minutes, he addressed her by name, knew she held the top scores in almost every class, mentioned how she had been in detention a few weeks ago for trying to smuggle a book from the restricted section she hadn't been given permission for- he knew it all. As if they were old friends instead of newly met strangers. As if they had spent a lifetime growing up together instead of just passing in the halls on the way to class, or catching glimpses of each other in the Slytherin common room.

As if he had plucked the memories from her mind- which he had. She had fought against him- mentally, physically, throwing up walls when she had first felt that unnatural brush of his mind against her own, of his thoughts trying to force their way in, all while she bit at the hands that held her arms behind her back, kicked at their shins, did everything she could to try and escape. She had tried to push him out, tried to free herself so she could run, just struggled- and he had been pleased.

He told her so himself, when he finally withdrew, when she was finally released to stand unsteadily on her own; he was pleased with her struggles, even more so that she had delayed him for so long, despite his three years on her and the fact she had never been trained to resist before. He'd smiled the entire time he had pounded against her mind, forcing his way into her memories, reading them as easily as the journal he held in his hands. And he had smiled when he had pulled away, leaving her weak and shaking and staring at him up like he was a god. And he had smiled as he spoke, his newfound knowledge of her giving him the words he needed to say- the ones she needed to hear to draw her to his side.     "Would you like me to train you, Xena? You're strong- with a bit of help, you could become almost as strong as me. Would you like that?" She couldn’t speak- she tried, tried to force her tongue to say something, anything, to give him the response she knew he was waiting for, but she couldn’t. The minutes passed as she tried to pull herself together, tried to find a safe point in her mind where she could take a stand, gather her thoughts and feelings and take stock of herself, but she couldn’t. Everything hurt, everything was pain and nausea and that burning touch of his thoughts, and she couldn’t. So she had just nodded, still unable to speak, the bile turning in her throat as she waited for the pain in her temples to fade.

She had heard. Everyone in Slytherin knew who he was, what kinds of things he was sure to be destined for, and even back when she was a first year, Xena had heard. She had heard how powerful he was, had heard about the friends he kept, had heard all the rumors, but she hadn't believed them. Not until then, but then the rumors didn't matter.

It didn’t matter that the pain in her skull was almost debilitating, that every inch of her felt like it had been dragged through the Forbidden Forest by a thestral, that all she wanted to do was lay down and die. It didn’t matter that she knew, just like everyone knew, that Tom was meddling with dark magic, magic no one had tried to wield in decades, perhaps centuries. Magic no one should use, they were that dangerous. It didn’t matter that he was shaping up to be the strongest wizard the world had ever known, nor did it matter what he was planning on doing with that title.   It didn’t matter because he was strong, and he was powerful, and he was just going to make her more so then she already was. So, since she still couldn’t speak, all Xena did was nod. "Good. We begin now." She almost screamed as the pain and pressure increased once again, as she fell to her knees before him, the sound of laughter around her as her friend (no, not her friend, her recruiter) watched on. Watched as he forced his way into her mind, forced her to relive every memory that had ever left her waking up in a cold sweat in bed, as without a single word he bared her entire self to him all while she struggled to get him out. Eventually, after how long she didn’t know because time meant nothing when it was the past and the present simultaneously, shaking, disobeying every command her body was giving her to submit, to give in, to lie down and let him win, Xena forced herself to stand. And Tom Riddle smiled, and she smiled back.

Shaking, pale faced, blood dripping from her palms as her nails gouged the skin, using every aching cell in her body to stand against the pounding in her mind, still, Xena smiled back.

And earned her place at his side.

It was his power that drew her: his casual use of painful reminders, necessary when it seems like one of their members (not friends, no, none of them were friends. Friendly, when the occasion called for it, yes, but never friends. Xena had no illusions about the group she was running with, knew any of them would slit her throat right there on Hogwarts grounds if they wanted to, if he commanded it, and she would do the same. So no, not friends) was getting out of line; his easy was with spells that she knew could be found only in the depths of the restricted section that he used with that graceful ease of his; the few little secrets he shared that never left their little group- if the teachers knew, if they ever found out, if Professor Dumbledore ever had another reason to doubt him, he'd be expelled, and they couldn't have that. It was all of that that had her sitting by his side day in and day out, taking in the tips and hints he gave about spells, wand work, potions, everything he knew and had learned. It was his strength that drew her, but it was his words that gained her loyalty. "Tell me, Xena," Riddle said, his hand playing with a lock of her hair, "why is it that we have to hide?"

Though he addressed her directly, his eyes weren’t on her. Instead, they were fixed on the group standing in a circle before them, each of the members practicing the spell he had taught them earlier in the night- the rat’s voice had long since been destroyed, though it had squealed for her a while before, and now all it could do was writhe as child after child took their turn. Even though he was touching her hair, it wasn’t from any kind of companionship- she had sat down on the step below his seat when, after her second try, she had cast the spell perfectly. She had maintained it for longer than any of the others, the rat had squealed even louder for her than it had for Tom, and feeling no need to practice any more than she had, she had sat. Making her head at arm’s level with him, and almost unknowingly he had reached out for the lock.

Even though he had spoken the question out loud, Xena wasn’t sure she was meant to reply- he often mused about the world around them, about the lives they lived and could be living, if things were different.

But she did anyway- she was determined to make him look at her, make him see who she was (perhaps, maybe one day, make him fear her; a nice circle, the teacher fearing the student who had surpassed them), and speaking up was just the start.

“Because of the muggles. Too many of them, too few of us- even with our magic, they can take us out easily. So we hide and hope they never find us.”

She knew her voice was bitter, her tone bordering on hateful, but she didn’t care. She didn’t try to hide it- Tom had forced his way into her mind, into all of their minds, enough times to know why she turned sour at the mention of muggles, why she had so much distain for the non-magical breed.

Even if she had wanted to try and hide it, after only three months she was still nowhere close to shielding her mind, not from him. From others, she had quickly learned how to turn them back, how to block off the passages that would lead too deeply into her mind, to only show them what she wanted them to see. But from him she couldn’t- she tried, every time she felt his fingers dig into the cracks, but he always prevailed.

She was getting better, able to hold him off a little longer each time (something that angered and pleased him, for while he claimed he was proud of her for growing, he always smiled when she broke), but for now, to hide it would be impossible.

Not that he even needed to check, though. He knew, from the first search he had done, he knew. Knew about her brother, only five years old and branded a demon because he had made a bunch of flowers bloom in the middle of the street by accident. Knew about Lyceus’ death by the pact of cruel muggle children who had seen him as a threat and wanted him gone. Knew about the scars she had left branded onto every single one of them, her own magic running out of control when she had found them, had seen her baby brother broken and gone.

It had taken the Ministry days to clean up the mess, and part of Xena wished they hadn’t. While the children now smiled at her again whenever she was home for the breaks, the memories of what they had seen and done and experienced long and well forgotten, she wished it was fear she saw in their eyes instead. That fear would have kept them safe, allowed them to walk with their heads held high, proud of who they were instead of scuttling like rodents in the dark.

Xena hated having to hide. And she hated the muggles she had to hide from even more.

“Yes, yes.” Tom waved off her answer with his free hand, the other continuing to twirl the lock of hair between his fingers- roughly, almost painfully, though she did nothing to stop him. “With the numbers of pure blood wizards falling, there are far too many muggles for a single one of us to take on alone. But, Xena, answer me this…” His hand paused as he glanced down at her- meeting and holding her gaze until she was forced to turn away. “If all of us, every witch and wizard in the world, joined together, if we all rose from the shadows of our lives and stood in the sun, who could stop us?”

He jerked on the lock when she didn’t answer right away, a small smile appearing on his face as she winced. Dropping the hair, he patted the spot, as if his touch could soothe away the moment’s pain. When she continued to remain silent, he tapped it again, harder, promising punishment if she didn’t respond.

“No one,” Xena finally said, looking up at him. “If we were to stand together, there’s nothing they could do.”

“Exactly. Wizards are the superior species, Xena,” Tom said, turning his gaze away from her, back to the game. The group had stepped back to see what the rat would do- it just laid there, shuddering, too pained to even run now that the chance was in sight. Pained and panicked and probably a little bit insane, after hours of hearing ‘crucio’ over and over again, after feeling the effects that little word had.

It had been weeks since Tom had shown her just how painful that curse was, and she still occasionally ached. And he had held his wand steady for only a moment, just long enough for her to get a taste.

She almost pitied the rat. Almost, if not for the lingering bite marks that covered her hand, the reward she had been given for trying to rescue it from the pot it had fallen in. The same marks Tom had seen when she had arrived, rat in her pocket, and the same marks that had him ordering her to hand the rat over to him. So she almost pitied it, but only almost.  

“Remember that, Xena,” Tom continued, his voice low. “We should be ruling the world, not cowering from it. And one day, we’ll never have to hide again. Now, go put that creature out of its misery. I’ve tired of watching those fools play at magic.”

His voice was an order, and while everything in her rebelled against the idea of following it, of being nothing more than a little toy for Tom to boss around, Xena still rose.

She wasn’t strong enough to defy him yet, wasn’t strong enough to tell him to kill his own damn rat, and so she obeyed. Without a single word, Xena stepped between the boys- all older than her, all better trained, and all looking drained from having spent just a couple of minutes keeping up the spell to torture the wretched thing, while she had walked away after much longer with barely a heavy breath to show her efforts- and raised her wand.

“Avada kedavra.”

Her voice calm, the words almost a whisper, Xena watched as the green light flowed from her wand and enveloped the rat, ceasing its movements. Finally giving it peace.

One day she wouldn’t have to hide, wouldn’t be forced to keep to the shadows, would be able to walk along the road with her wand out and see the muggles fear her. One day, she would be free from the invisible cage everyone else didn’t know was there, the cage only she and Tom and the couple of others who weren’t too blind to see the truth realized was there.

One day, if she followed Tom.

She carried on for him, after he left. Continued to search out and find the similar minds from the students around them, hand picking those who could join. Even though she was young, only in her fifth year, she was still the strongest of them all- stronger than the older students still at Hogwarts, stronger than most of the ones who had left; perhaps even stronger than Tom himself, though they had never tested it.

In part because she was scared- to lose a battle like that would mean to forfeit her life, and while she knew she could beat anyone else in the school, perhaps even most of the Professors themselves, him? She still couldn’t stand against him, still had trouble blocking him out (for a whole minute, she could stand her ground. But only a minute).

If she were to win it would be by luck, and there was no chance the odds were going to be in her favor. So they never found out, though Xena knew she was the second strongest in the group, if not the first.

So she took her duties as the strongest seriously. Finding students who might work for what they needed- loyal, strong but not overly so (she wouldn’t make the same mistake he did, wouldn’t prime her successor the way he had primed her), willing to delve into the depths of the dark waters she was leading them into.

And she did it without raising suspicion, too. Unlike Tom, who left the castle on a trail of raised eyebrows and watchful gazes, she avoided those. Oh, she gained a reputation- as an amazing beater and head of the Quidditich team, as the girl taking the most classes and getting the highest scores in them all, as someone people wanted to be near. That she was also training those who followed her, turning them into weapons like herself, into an army he (or she, if she ever stepped forward) could use, was just a hidden plus. There might have been one rumor or two, the occasional student who used to hang on her side suddenly only having the fuzziest of memories of her, but for the most part she kept them down. There was fear and love, respect and loyalty and wariness all mixed together because of who she was, not who she threatened to kill.    

Tom wanted his power then and there, was willing to do whatever he needed as soon as he could to get it, no matter the cost it would bring. She was much more careful: when things came tumbling down- as they always did, if History with Professor Binns had taught her anything- she wanted to ensure she came out standing, able to walk away from whatever ruins she was leaving behind, if it came to that.

So Xena trained, and she taught herself, her own form of charm getting her into the books she wanted, spells memorized and learned and kept to herself for later. All the while growing stronger, steadier, ready to face the world just waiting out there for her, to take her place by Riddle’s side, to gain the strength and support needed to make the muggles step down and accept them.

To make the world safe for people like her brother once again.

The best team captain Slytherin had seen in years; top of her class in every subject she had taken, which was almost all of them, the only set she hadn’t bothered with being the Muggle Studies; charming, beautiful, a woman of many skills, Xena could have had any life lined up for her. Pretending to hem and haw, making no commitments yet burning no bridges, she set out to find him- to see if he was as she remembered as a child, if he was as strong as she remembered or if he was nothing more than an older student she had looked up to.

If he was the first, she would join him, join him in making the world a better place for wizards, so they wouldn’t have to hide in fear of their powers. If he was the latter, well, she had many skills, and all of them would get her anywhere she wanted.

She was seventeen, freshly graduated from Hogwarts only two months prior, when she found him again.

She had heard about his attempt to become a teacher at Hogwarts, about how Professor Dumbledore had turned him away, told him to find a life outside of the school he had known as his only home for so long. It had almost hurt, to hear of him being cast out, though Xena was sure it was for the best- even she hadn’t tortured her followers the way he had, despite how much it had seemed that way with how hard she had pushed them. She had expected loyalty from her group, expected greatness, expected them to obey without a second thought- she hadn’t expected them to wait their turn as their companions were tortured at the end of her very wand, like she had, those few short years ago.

He had the right idea- get wizards and magic into the open, take over so the strong could rule, ensure a world of peace for them and their kind among the muggles, not beneath them. He had the right idea, but even Xena could tell there was something wrong with Tom- something twisted, perhaps a little too dark, though she could understand. He was preparing them for the war to come and the things they would have to do to win.

But she still balked at the idea of him near children. They would grow up and join them, one day, but for now, she was almost glad he had been turned away, though she hurt for him.

So she went out into the world to find him, following clues that would lead her into the rabbit hole she knew he had fallen into- even though his name never popped up, the random little murders she traced just spoke of him, of the magic he had looked too hard into, of the curses even she had turned away from when she had stumbled upon them in her studies. That spoke of that twisted little part of him that could smile while torturing a fourteen year old, and take even more pleasure from the fact that she smiled back. She followed this trail, away from everything she had ever known as home, into forests that had no name or at least none that she knew of, tracking him down, just so she could see.

It didn’t take her long, her magic and willpower strong, to find herself standing before him once again.

This time with a fear untempered by her excitement and awe, unswayed by the rumors and show of strength she knew could call her to his side. This time with just fear, pure, plain, and simple, as she saw what he had become.

He had never been warm, had never been known to do something kind just because he could- every smile, every gentle word, every bit of encouragement was for a purpose: to make someone loyal, to keep them occupied, to sway their minds the little bit he needed for them to agree. He seemed gentle, like he was someone people would want to build their lives around, but it had all been an act. An act she had known as a child, one she hadn’t care for, but one she had studied while he was there. It was an act he almost made seem real.

That act was gone, and all that was left was cold, darkness, this feeling in her stomach that told her to run, flee, to finally back down from a started fight for the first time in her life, because otherwise she was going to get herself killed.

But she didn’t. She stood before him, met and kept his gaze, and saw what he had become.

He was still just as handsome, though in a gaunt way now. As if he hadn’t eaten enough to fill his stomach in a very long time, or he had been sick.

Or as if part of him wasn’t all there.

She had heard rumors about what he was trying to do, whispers from the boys his year at Hogwarts, a slipped word from Professor Slughorn when she had pressed with just the right questions after he had had a couple of goblets of wine. Nothing clear, nothing completely true, no full source of information that could tell her what exactly he was doing, but she had been able to guess, at least in part.

He was chasing immortality, life everlasting through the death of others and a loss of himself, and he had succeeded.

“Xena. You came. I always knew you would.”

His voice was much the same- no fake notes of excitement or welcome, just a general statement that sent the number of witches and wizards near him abuzz. They had all been nameless before him, before he had taken their names from their memories. For him to know hers- many shied away from her as she walked along the path they had made to him, even as just as many tried to get close, to examine who she was, how strong she was, just what made her special enough for the Dark Lord to know her.

She stopped before his chair- almost a throne, though not quite. Stopped and stared at him, trying to stop the quivering in her stomach and the ache in her heart. Not for him, no- there might have been pity, once, but no longer. For the people he had taken down with him in his descent, those were who she internally mourned.

But she said nothing, and instead nodded her head at him.

“I’ve been looking for you, To-“

“That name is no longer used,” Tom said casually as Xena’s tongue stopped short, her hands grasping for her throat. He couldn’t kill her- she had sensed the spell, had put up her own defenses, and by the small frown that momentarily crossed his lips before the smile had returned, he knew it. But he could make her suffer, his magic was that much stronger than her own, and they both knew it. “I go by a different name now. I am Lord Voldemort. Do you understand?”

He let go when she nodded, her ragged gasps for air barely fazing him as he watched her struggle to remember how to breathe. As her hand soothed away the burning pain in her neck, rubbing the skin raw as she tried to erase the feeling of his fingers on her throat, much like she had tried to erase the feeling of them in her mind those years before. As she slowly pulled herself back together and stood once more, watching him warily for any sign of magic.

He had taught her how to cast and throw off the Imperius curse, how to manage Crucio so she didn’t lose her mind to the pain, had taught her the exact mental state she had to slide into to cast the Killing Curse- those among so much more, in the few months he had been her teacher. But he hadn’t been able to teach her not to fear death itself, not when he himself feared it more than anything else in the world- something she could see, as he sat there, looking down at her, that he no longer did.

She didn’t fear death because she didn’t fear dying. He didn’t fear death because he couldn’t.

“You seem concerned, Xena,” Voldemort said, his voice low and soothing- a precursor to the brush against her mind, his fingers searching for the cracks that he knew would be there. She held him off for a while- nine minutes, her mental count told her, nine minutes before he found the warp in her mental wall that gave way before him, allowing him in. Allowing him to see her concern, the rumors she had heard, the doubts against him that had begun to spring up in the three years since he had been gone and she had been leading in his place- everything.

“You’ve killed people,” she said out loud, shaking her head as she spoke- both to show her disapproval and to clear the fog from her mind, to help remove the pain that had appeared in her temples, down her spine, behind her eyes; the pain was less intense than it once had been, but still it burned. “I’ve read the papers, seen the reports- witches and wizards, almost all of them. And you killed them. We’re supposed to be building a world for them, not tearing them down before us!”

She stood tall, her head raised in challenge, as the witches and wizards around them began to whisper. The news was not shocking to them, no- she hadn’t expected it to be. The fact that someone was standing up against their leader, though, that someone dare to take a stand before him- the whispers were almost a roar in their numbers as she stood there, waiting for him to respond.

He laughed.

“Are you saying we shouldn’t dispose of those who stand against us, Xena?” His voice was calm as he spoke, just like it always was, as if they were discussing the weather instead of murder. “How many times did I say that death would line this path we’re walking? How many times did I tell you that you would kill, and kill, and kill again, if we wanted our world to become a reality. Have you forgotten?”

“Killing those who stood against us in battle is one thing,” Xena said, shaking her head. “I’m prepared to accept that. But how many did you kill in their homes, while they slept? Do you even remember the number?”

“Only the number of those who opposed me.” He shrugged as he answered, raising an eyebrow as he spoke. “Do you know how many of them pulled out their wands at my simple requests, how many turned me away when I am just trying to create a better world? You know me, Xena.” His words flowed from his tongue like gold, rich and warm and just asking her to believe him. Asking her to trust him. “I want all witches and wizards to live free from the shadows, to stand in the sun and bask in the rays of the glory we so rightfully deserve.” He raised his face upwards as he spoke, as if to catch some of the warmth he had mentioned, though there was nothing there for him to find- this deep in the forest, nothing but shadows, the same shadows he claimed to want to free them of, existed. “The only deaths I ever caused were against those who were against our cause. Who were against my rise to power, against what was good for all wizard kind. You know me, Xena, and you know this.”

And Xena found herself nodding, his words making sense- it had been years, but she did know him. Knew how cruel he was, how every word or motion of kindness was an act, had glimpsed the hidden depths and darkness within him that terrified her more than anything else in the world- even more than the thestrals she had seen her first day at Hogwarts, waiting by the carriages to take the older students up to the castle while the grounds keeper escorted her and the rest of her year to the castle across the lake. She knew how much he hated muggles, how much he wanted to be free.

She knew him, just as well as and because she knew herself, and she knew he had to be right.

He was dark, as dark as a wizard could go, but he was doing it for the right reasons. His methods were wrong, his actions were wrong, but when doing the right thing did nothing, meant nothing, what else was there?

She couldn’t have another Lyceus on her hands, couldn’t stand the thought of another generation growing up feared because of their magic, powers they were born with long before they even knew what a wand was. Couldn’t stand the idea of two worlds divided when they could be one united under the rule of magic. And if their methods had to be harsh, had to be cruel, if they had to use and commit the unthinkable to make this a reality?

‘Reparo’ might not fix the world when they were done with it, not entirely, but even if it couldn’t, the world still needed to be broken for it to get better.

And she knew he knew she knew this by the way he stood, taking those few steps that would put him on her level- she was taller than him, she realized, a whole head taller, though she still felt so small. Like she was still a child as he held out his hand for her to take, that same small smile on his face he had worn during their training. During her torture.

“Xena, will you join me? Will you help me make a better world for our kind, where we don’t have to hide? Where we don’t have to fear that our children will end up just like your little brother?”

Xena took his hand and smiled.

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To Own A Hybrid P.2

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff (eventual smut) Hybrid!AU Cat!AU

Summary: The hybrid world was one y/n never really involved herself in; however, after certain events, she is tossed into a world of uncertainty in the company of a particularly rude hybrid.

Word Count: 3.5k +

A/N: I should be doing my assignments right now...opps 

WARNING: Mentions of abuse, emotional torment, and prostitution 

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“here it is!” you chirped as you opened the door to your apartment.

“here, keeps this key” you added as you passed him the spare key happily. His movements were extremely hesitant so you made sure all your actions were big and obvious so you wouldn’t cause him any suspicious.

“I don’t need it, I’m not staying for long” he huffed as his ears flattened against his head. You tried your best not to make him uncomfortable and stare at his dark chocolate ears, but the curiosity was getting to you and you just wanted to know what they felt like.

You still weren’t a master at reading hybrid body language but by the way his head tilted upwards as he sniffed the place and his tail wagged side to side you could tell he was happy enough to have a place to sleep.

“it’s not a huge place so you should be able to find your way around, feel free to take a shower and relax while I make dinner. Your room is just through that door there” you said as you pointed to the door.

“you mean my temporary room” he corrected with an attitude.

You let out a chuckle before nodding your head and raising your hands in defeat.

“right, my bad” you stated.

It was getting closer towards 7pm which meant your stomachs growls were getting more intense. You were almost positive the hybrid currently roaming your apartment wouldn’t mind what you made as long as it was editable so you decided to go with some basic pasta.

As you chopped mince you started thinking about this being a long-term arrangement.

He was already insured, he has nowhere else to go and you were sure Namjoon would help you with anything you didn’t understand. Sure, the hybrid was mildly rude but you could get used to that…

You excitedly finished cooking your spaghetti with a small happy dance before grabbing two plates and dishing out the meal.

“JUNG-“ you started to yell but as soon as you whipped around you saw him staring at what would have been your back with his arms crossed over his chest.

You let out a small shriek of surprise before clinging your chest and breathing out in relief.

“Jesus Christ” you whispered to yourself as you grabbed the two plates and made your way over to the dinner table, not hearing any form of apology from your new roommate.

“I hope you like spaghetti” you smiled as you sat down and dug into your much-awaited meal.

Jungkook slowly sat down as he sniffed out the meal, probably looking for poison. His eyes narrowed as the swapped between the plate of food in front of him and you.

As you tried to slurp the strands of spaghetti into your mouth you rolled your eyes at his caution.

When he concluded that it was safe to consume, you watched in awe as he shoved the spaghetti into his mouth, letting out small groans of delight every now and then.

“Careful, you’ll get indigestion if you eat too fast” you commented as he continued to stuff his mouth.

He didn’t stop his feast or snap back like he usually did, his eyes just clicked to yours portraying one simple message…

‘shut up, I’m hungry’

You laughed wholeheartedly before continuing to eat your meal.

“did you shower?” you asked as you noticed he was wearing the same clothes as before.

He shook his head before briefly stopping his eating.

“I don’t have other clothes” he said bluntly before getting up and going to get some more food.

You sat there like an idiot. Of course, he doesn’t, he literally walked through your door with nothing but himself.

“oh! I think I have something for you!” you said remembering your friend had sent you some clothes because his washing machine had broken down, not your fault he had never returned to collect them.

You quickly ran into your room and shuffled through your draws before finally pulling out some underwear, a shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

“here! This will have to do for now if that’s okay” you said as you folded the clothes and placed them next to him.

He looked at the clothes before looking back down at his dish of spaghetti.

“this isn’t permanent” he whispered softly as his ears slowly flattened against his head and his lip quivered a little bit.

You sat in silence as you watched him continue to shove food in his mouth, however, the atmosphere had changed. A coat of despair and loneliness placed itself over the pair of you.

You were uncertain if it was a statement or a question; you thought carefully about if you should reply or change the subject completely.

As you brain buzzed with a thousand different options and routes you didn’t notice Jungkook giving your apartment a thorough scan.

“what do you do? This seems like a place a rich person would live in?” he asked in disbelief as he scanned you up and down, a look almost resubliming the statement ‘how the hell do you live here?’ covering his features.

You were about to argue with him and defend yourself against what he had just implied, but the curiosity in his eyes told you to just answer the question.

“I work at a creation company, basically all the employees there are all-rounders and are tasked to design different products concerning whatever is trendy that month” you shrugged.

It was a pretty cool job. You had good pay and a diverse range of hours, it was nice.

“so why are you alone?” he asked bluntly.

You gaped at him in confusion. The question could mean a whole range of different things, you just didn’t know which one.  

“as in where is your significant other? Your bae? Your boo? Your one and-“he started with an antagonizing voice.

“I don’t have one” you cut in as you rolled your eyes and walked your dirty plate over to the sink.

The hybrid silenced as you ran your plate under the Luke warm water. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to have a boyfriend, or that you couldn’t get one. It just wasn’t the right time…

“then who’s that?” Jungkook asked as he pointed towards a picture frame, carefully seated on your draw.

Your heartbeat increased as you recognized the devilish smile that had once captured your heart.

You gulped before trying to hide your now watering eyes. “someone I used to know” you spoke softly as memories of your previous relationship flooded your mind.

You had met him in what you thought was a café; never judge a book by its cover because what had looked like a café turned out to be a strip club…this should have been your first warning sign when he had approached you.

He had told you he owned a café, a real one and that you should go sometime. What eventually turned into a date was a set up for many more to come; soon turning into a relationship.

It had been a year and a half when you found out what you did. When you found out who he really was…Mark…someone who had stolen your heart and crushed it like the dick of a human being he was.

You shook off the feeling of heartbreak and turned your attention to the hybrid still stuffing food in his mouth.

“I think you’ve eaten the whole pot” you chuckled as you cleaned up the area around you.

Jungkook hummed in confirmation before dragging his body up off of the chair and cradling his belly in his hand. As he rubbed it comfortingly he released a small whine of pain yet relief.

“I feel so bloated” he whined as he passed you his plate.

“go shower and then you can sleep for as long as you want to” you smiled before resuming with the dishes.

Jungkook stood there in silence for a minute before swerving on his heels and shuffling his way to the bathroom.

“Goodnight!” you yelled out before hearing the door to the bathroom close.

Quickly finishing up the dishes you decided to finish your superhero marathon that you started a couple nights ago. You had the day off tomorrow so you had allllll nightttttt.

The iron man movie played as you dug your hand into a bag of Doritos.

as you listened to the sound of shower water pouring to the floor you took the chance to quickly wipe out your phone and search up more information about hybrids.

‘how to read hybrid body language’

You stared at your phone intensely as multiple sources popped up on our screen.

One article caught your eye.

‘when a cat hybrid has been abandoned and or abused the said hybrid will shy away from touches of strangers or people they don’t trust yet-‘

“what are you doing?”

You let out what would be the second shriek today as you chucked your phone down to the floor in panic.

You quickly turned around to Jungkook who was looking towards the T.v paying you no attention.

“err..just watching iron man” you stated as you tried to calm your beating heart “weren’t you going to bed?” you asked as you picked up your phone, checking it for cracks.

“I can’t sleep when I can hear you obnoxious crunching from miles away” he spoke as his eyes stayed glued to the flashing light of the T.v

“do you wanna watch with me?” you asked ignoring his blatantly rude comment.

Instead of answering your question he simply moved around the couch and sat across from you, his eyes still glued to the big screen.

The movie continued to entertain the two of you, Jungkook seemingly more interested in the movie than you; You swore you saw a small smile sneak its way onto his lips as tony stark dropped some mad jokes.

This was the fifth time you had watched this movie so sleep was easily taking over your body. Before you completely passed out you watched as Jungkook quietly removed the bag of chips from your failing limbs.

He’ll be excited to know there’s are two other iron man movies, but you’ll save this information for later.

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The sounds of intense alarms had your body flying off the couch.

The sudden brightness of the room had you groaning in confusion but the slight pain in your leg had you wide awake.

“ugh get off me”

You look beneath your bottom half to see jungkook’s legs entangled with yours. You had no time to question the situation as the alarm continued to blare.

The both of you quickly stumbled to your feet, drool chilling on your chin as you quickly tried to fix your bird nest hair.

Jungkook’s tired groans of annoyance could be heard evidently behind you as the two of you exited your apartment to find other residents living on your level in the hallway.

“y/n! darling!”

Fuck…fuck fuck fuckity fuck.

“oh! krystal! How nice to see you” you smiled fakely as you tried your hardest to be nice.

“sorry! That alarm was my fault everybody!” she chirped before turning around to all the other guests.

While she proceeded with her sickeningly sweet apologies you took the time to look her up and down. She wore bright pink workout clothes with a white headband that screamed ‘I’m too good for you’.

“I was just baking my daily goods too send down to the children’s center” she said before flicking her perfectly straightened locks from her shoulders.

“you all know how I just love to help others!” she exclaimed as circled back around to you. Thankfully, the maintenance guy had fixed the continuous ear deafening sound.

You tried your hardest to sneakily turn around but the bitch was too quick.

“y/n! are you not going to introduce me to your new hybrid?! Oh my gosh! We can have hybrid play dates!! I already know my little BamBam would love too meet him!” she ‘epped’ excitedly as she grabbed your shoulders enthusiastically.

It was way too fucking early and you were not in the mood but at the mention of BamBam your ears perked up. You loved BamBam, he was such a little bundle of joy who also loved to bitch about his owner.

You exchanged a quick look with Jungkook before she continued to blab on.

“you’re quite the looker aren’t you! It’s a pleasure to meet you! I would love to get to know you more! Maybe I should come over later!” she said before grabbing his hand forcefully.

You watched in slow motion as Jungkook hissed lowly at her before harshly tearing his hand away from hers.

She jumped back in shock as she looked at him in disgust.

“how dare you! Y/n! control your hybrid!” she shouted as she placed her hands on her hips. Jungkook’s fists balled up before you rolled your eyes at her.

“maybe you should have asked to touch him first” you said calmly, shocking both Krystal and Jungkook.

Usually, you would avoid confrontation with Krystal but as mentioned before…it was too fucking early and you weren’t here for anything that was taking place.

“wh.. what did you just say?” she asked in confusion.

“I said. Maybe you should have had the decency to ask if you could touch him first. You don’t know him, you can’t just go around grabbing strangers. Look, it’s too early for this shit and I hope everything goes well at the children’s center but please don’t disturb my friend” you said before smiling at her softly.

You proceeded to enter your humble home, Jungkook following close behind you.

“does she come around a lot?” Jungkook asked annoyed as he ruffled his hair.

“it’s just a matter of knowing when it’s safe to leave” you replied as you plonked yourself back on the couch.

“don’t you have work today?” he asked as he sat on the couch facing you nervously.

“nope not today. Why do you wanna do something?” you stated as you stared at him.

There was a Hugh elephant in the room that you knew the two of you would have to address soon enough. Is he gonna stay? Or is he leaving?

The apartment was silent as the two of you stared at each intensely, neither of you knowing what to do or say.

Before you could speak your pleasant ringtone was entering your ears.

“Y/n! Quick! I need you to go to the headquarters and just disable my robot for me! Please! I know you live really close so would you do this for me?” namjoon pleaded on the other side.

You could hear the stress and struggle in his voice. Along with the begging cries for attention you could only assume were from his hybrids.

“of course, I can!” you answered as you shot up from your seat.

“I owe you one!” he said before hanging up on you.

“Alright Jungkook! We’ve got places to go and things to do!” you said enthusiastically as you bolted for the door.

“were still in our pajamas!!!”

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The two of you ran into headquarters in sweatpants and slippers but you didn’t care, this was urgent.

As you ran through the marble opening towards the elevators people stared the two of you down. Some judging, some in confusion.

“so, what do we have to do?” Jungkook asked as he admired the clear black marble. It was a beautiful office. Only the higher-ups and important people were allowed access.

You, Namjoon, Jimin and other people that worked on your floor were allowed to store your creations here and gather equipment.

“Namjoon must have been in a rush to get home and didn’t properly deactivatethis robot that he’s been working on. Who knows what it’ll do if it wakes up” you said as you tapped your foot against the ground anxiously.

“and when will it wake up?” Jungkook asked as the elevator doors opened.

As you took a step into the holding department, you were met with a pair of shining silver lights and a strong metal build.

“I’d say now” you said as fear too over your being.

“run!” you shouted as you pushed Jungkook in one direction and ran in the other.

You could feel something…you didn’t know if it was adrenaline or pure fear but you could feel the vibrations of how hard your feet were hitting the floor through your body.

The robot had long legs so you knew you wouldn’t really be able ot out run it, but the lack of sound had you praying for the best.

You hair swished in front of you face as you tried to listen out for the robotic sounds of running behind you, however, nothing could be heard.

You slowed down as you hid behind a stack of boxes and tried to catch your breath. Your heart was pounding against your chest but it was the only thing you could hear. You slowly made your way to the end of the boxes to try and see what was going on.

Slowly…

Slowly…..

Before you could peer past the boxes you felt hard mental smack against your back.

You cried out in pain as your body skid against the ground. You hissed at the feeling of your skin grazing against the solid floor before lifting your head up, your eyes meeting with the silver ones.

You quickly tried to crawl away from it as you started to walk towards you. Its movements sharp and predator like.

Giving up on your escape you simple closed your eyes and got ready for impact.

…but it never came.

At the sound out colliding metal you slowly opened your eyes too see Jungkook plunging a large plank of metal through namjoons creation.

As the robot’s eyes started to flicker off Jungkook pushed it right through with a grunt of struggle.

You sat in previous position in utter shock. It had only been a couple minutes and you had been attacked by robot and saved by your hybrid friend who you thought had run for his life as well.

Jungkook watched the robot fall to the floor before turning to you and helping you up.

“are you okay?” he asked with a hint of worry as he freed your hair from your sweaty forehead.

“yer…t-thanks for saving me” you stuttered as you tried to collect your thoughts and emotions. Fucking Namjoon, how do you forgot to tell someone that your robot is a warrior and will not hesitate to try to annihilate you.

“what do we do with it?” Jungkook asked as the two of you stared at the now pile of wrecked metal.

“let’s just leave it here…someone else will get it” you said as you started shuffling towards the door keeping close to Jungkook as you pasted the beast.

You took a mental note to personally tell namjoon that his creation was a death machine and he owed you three thousand favours just for it attacking you, not counting the emotional trauma that came with it.

The elevator ride was silent because now you had no distraction. It was time to discuss what needed to be talked about.

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You sat silently on the couch as Jungkook grabbed his belongings.

You fiddled with your pyjama shirt as he placed the clothes he borrowed from you on the counter.

“er…I’ll just be going now” he stated as his eyes locked with yours.

You stood up awkwardly before nodding your head and walking forward so you could be closer to him. You didn’t know how your next sentence would come across but you knew they were your true feelings

“I…don’t want you to go..you know you don’t have to leave, right?” you asked strongly as his hand grasped the door.

“I can’t stay” he whispered softly and you could almost hear his voice cracking.

You shifted your weight onto your other foot as you pondered what to say next.

“look, I’ll admit I have no idea about hybrids or the hybrid world. And im not going to tell you that ill be this amazing companion because I already know im going to make mistakes. But ill never hurt or belittle you. Were equals here okay? So it’s completely your decision if you want to stay or leave but just know that I’m an option. Even if you leave now and are hungry or need a bed…or maybe even if your just lonely. This will always be your home as much as it is mine” you declared nervously as you played with your hands.

Jungkook slowly dropped his hand from the door before turning back around to you, his eyes glistening with an emotion you couldn’t quite read.

“Having a hybrid is a lot of work”

“yes, I am aware”

“if you have a future partner, they probably won’t like it”

“the right one wouldn’t care”

Jungkook continued to bore into your eyes, neither of you backing down. You could tell by the way that his eyes were welling up that he wanted this.

“I can see that you want to stay” you said smiling at him teasingly, immediately brightening up the mood.

“I never said that” he replied as he crossed his arms in annoyance. You let out a chuckle of endearment before passing him the pizza hut brochure.

“pick what you want and ill order it for lunch, I think I’m just gonna stay in pajama’s”, you said before yawning and stretching out your arms.

“I’m not your hybrid…alright, I’m just living with you” he said shyly as he looked down at the different options of pizza.

You gave him a warm smile before nodding your head in agreement

“I wouldn’t have it any other way”