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A World Without Him

Chapter 11

(TW some strong language and minor blood)

Tang could feel himself wake from unconsciousness. His body became solid as he was pulled from the void that made up his dreams.

His eyes and limbs felt heavy, as if he was buried beneath the ground. Still, he could barely feel a cold breeze flow over his forehead as he listened to the sounds around him.

The rustling of curtains, birds chirping outside, distant voices of people on the street, and his own breathing flow into his ears. The sounds distant, yet too loud as they rushed into his head.

Then he tried to focus on his surroundings instead of losing himself in the white noise, as that wouldn't help him move any time soon.

Now Tang felt the smooth and cold surface he was laying on. The grooves of age in what seemed to be hardwood flooring gave him an idea of where he'd been placed after he collapsed outside...

How did I even get back inside, in my bedroom, no less? My apartment's on the 5th floor...

The hard floor dug into his side as he felt his clothes and hair had layers of grime on them. It gave an uncomfortable weight to his clothes. Then he remembered this was what he had on while at the library.

Don't think about that.

The point being, he was covered from head to toe in dust and other debris. He must have looked crazy yesterday when he ran panicked through the streets.

I shouldn't have left.

With a sigh and with his eyes still heavy, he planned to start pushing himself off the floor to stop the stabbing pain in his side.

However, he could barely sit up straight before he felt two hands grab harshly onto his shoulders. His eyes flung open as he was pushed up into a standing position by the hands, stumbling forwards from the excess force like a rag doll.

He snapped his head around to look behind him, but he couldn't see anything because of his damaged vision. A blurry silhouette was all he could barely see before it seemed to dissipate back into thin air.

Tang froze in place, waiting for the thing to make another move. Yet, he didn't hear or feel anything else for the minutes he stood completely still.

A small chuckle broke out from his short, silent breaths. He then broke into manic laughter as tears ran down his face and onto the hardwood floor. He could barely breathe as the laughter kept getting louder and louder as he doubled over.

'...Geeze, has he already gone insane?'

'From our efforts in stopping the big guy, I don't really blame him.'

Tang's laughter abruptly stops, his vocal cords stinging from continuous use. He shoots up, grasps his glasses, and looks around his room frantically for the source of the voices. He finds nothing other than a breeze from the open window.

The laughter returns, now louder than before. "I'm going insane!" He runs a hand through his hair, ruffling strands into his face. "I just wanted everything to go back to normal! I JUST WANTED TO BE FREE OF THESE FUCKING VOICES! I never wanted any of this!"

Smoke started to rise from where Tang stood on the hardwood floor as tears started to run down his face once again. "But no! I have to almost die! I have to see someone I care about LOSE A FUCKING LEG! I have to be tortured every night through my nightmares and have them FOLLOW ME THROUGHOUT THE DAMN DAY!"

Everything was suddenly too quiet for Tang as his labored breathing echoed through the bedroom. Tear streaks ran rapidly down his cheeks and onto the steaming floor.

He stared as the drops fell and dispersed among the ground. He could hear more whispers enter his mind, but he couldn't care less at the moment.

A small chuckle was the only warning before he bolted out of the bedroom, through the complete mess of a living room, and into the bathroom.

He wanted to be free of the filth covering his body. The dust and debris that killed maimed Allan when those monsters attacked the library...

Monsters?

Don't go farther down that road.

Tang only sighed at his thoughts before stripping and seeing the scorched handprints on the back of his overcoat. He grimaced before dropping it onto the ground, putting his glasses onto the edge of the sink and throwing himself into the shower. The scalding hot water turned his skin red as the stinging replaced the grime that used to cover his body.

Still, he scrubbed and scrubbed at his skin and hair until he was sure there was no more filth stuck to his body. Afterward, he let the water flow over him as he stood unmoving. Closing his eyes, he relished over the burning feeling.

He only opened them again when the water started to turn cold: the heat no longer being supported from his overuse. He slowly turned the knob to stop the water before stepping out and grabbing a towel off of the door handle.

After ruffling his hair with the towel and wrapping it around his waist, he sat down onto the toilet seat to take a breather. The cold air from the door left ajar helped him to cool down and think.

Am I really going insane? He thought. This has happened too many times to write off by now. Why is this even happening to me?

Why can't everything just end?

He choked up quiet sobs, putting his head into his arms. The lights above him flickered, and yet he just couldn't care anymore. He looked up blankly at the light bulb before rubbing his eyes and standing up to walk to the mirror.

He took his glasses off of the sinks edge and leveled them onto his face. He noticed the left side was cracked as he looked into the fogged up mirror, seeing the left side in pieces.

Tang grumbled as he wiped the mirror to uncover his eyes so he could see the damage done.

The lights flickered. He gasped as he saw his eyes suddenly turn blinding orange with blood splatter caked over his face in the mirror-

*CRACK*

Pieces of the mirror fell to the floor. His knuckles barely stung from the force he put into the punch. The mirror was now cracked and scattered onto the tiled bathroom floor.

With his heartbeat steady, Tang slowly pulled his fist from the reflective remnants. A hole through and mirror and into the back wall was now shown, some blood speckled in from his cut hand.

Holding his curled up hand, he saw the small shards now embedded into his knuckles: small trails of blood running down his arm.

He stared blankly at the cuts before rummaging into his cabinets and taking out a nail kit. It took some effort, but he was able to wrangle out tweezers from the case eventually.

He washed the hand with warm, soapy water before taking the tweezers and slowly pulling out each shard. His face was blank the entire time as he took each chunk out of his skin, even when washing his hand again and wrapping it up in bandages.

The whole debacle was over in a few minutes, even though it felt like hours to him. He looked back at the mirror. I guess I have to put another thing onto the to-do list.

Brushing the shards off the ground and clothes he left on the bathroom tile, he threw them into the bin and walked back into the living room.

In the messy state that it was, he could see many random pieces of clothing all over the floor and broken furniture. He could see leather jackets, old headbands, and even a Pigsy's shirt from when he used to work there.

Yet the thing that caught his eye was his matching jacket and pants he used to wear for special occasions. The soft navy fabric of the jacket and gray fabric of the pants Tang remembered helping calm him in those high tension situations.

The overcoat was long and had silver floral designs at the bottom near the calves and on the cuffs of the sleeves. The pants were similar, having those same floral designs at the pant cuffs. They were both hung over what was left of the coffee table.

He barely had to think before putting them on with underwear, a tan turtle neck, black flats, and the maroon scarf he snagged from his old clothes pile. It had the least debris on it.

Now feeling snug against multiple layers, which made him feel less cold and empty, he could finally do, erm...

Why did he dress up anyway?

He really didn't know why he put in this much effort, but now he supposes he might as well go out and do something other than being cooped up in his apartment.

Walking into his bedroom, he noticed the window was still open from the night before. The breeze barely bothered him as he shut the window yet again.

Now, hopping onto his bed, Tang reaches for his cracked phone to see if anyone messaged him for something. The only things in his notifications were a text from Pigsy and some ads about manga sales and new releases.

He then suddenly remembered how he had promised to see Pigsy. Yesterday morning, where he basically had a mental breakdown the entire day...

I am going to get so much crap for this.

He sat up and out of bed before turning off his phone. Maybe if he got there quick enough today, Pigsy would be a bit more forgiving? Who is he kidding, but maybe it was better to get it over with and a good distraction from what happened yesterday.

With that plan set in his mind, Tang took quick strides out of his apartment after locking it, of course, and started to walk the regular path to Pigsy's noodles.

The day was cloudy, yet no rain was supposed to come down today. With the sun blocked out, everything seemed a bit less vibrant than usual, which he was glad for as it would be a bit overwhelming otherwise with all the neon to go with the sun's rays.

The walk was quiet up to Pigsy's, putting him on edge as he looked back, on top of roofs and into alleys to see if anyone was following more times than he could count. Yet when he got to the shop door, there was something wrong with it: it was closed. Pigsy's was closed, on a weekday, during rush hour.

Oh no, did something happen to him?!

Tang quickly took out his phone to text Pigsy and realized he still had a message from him he hadn't read yet. Sitting on one of the outside benches, he opened the text from Pigsy

Pigsy 🍜🩷

10:46 AM

Pigsy: Hey

Pigsy: Just letting you know Mk dragged us onto a trip to Flower Fruit Mountain to help wrangle some Monkeys for Monkey King or something, might be gone for a few days.

Pigsy: I couldn't tell you earlier because Mk just grabbed me and Sandy out of the shop and I could barely close it in time.

Pigsy: I tried to tell them what we had planned but Mk and Mei were too energetic to reason with

10:47 AM

Pigsy: I'm sorry for ditching you yesterday, but we're still having that talk when I get back. No excuses.

Tang just stared at the message, trying to reason with what it said.

Mk took Pigsy and Sandy without me? I know they haven't talked to me much lately, but they still would've dragged me along to whatever stunt they were going to pull. Even if not, they would have told me before doing anything! There wasn't even a text...

That left a gross feeling in Tang's chest.

And what if I had shown up yesterday? I wouldn't have even known if they were okay until this mornings text! Did they not even think about how worried I would've been? Did they even consider how I could have felt at all?

He only shook his head at the thoughts, trying to drive away the bad feelings that came with them. He knows he and Mk haven't talked much lately; the same goes for Sandy and Mei, but he still knows what's going on with them! He still talks and tells them what's happening through the group chat to show he's still there!

Yet why does it feel as though I've been forgotten about? Why do I feel a sense of doubt now? He thinks as he leans back onto the bench.

He thinks back to the library, an unwanted thought crossing his mind. Mk didn't even try to keep the damages to a minimum as he redirected the strikes to the roof instead of blocking them with his staff.

And he looked so carefree and happy after the incident! Did Mk even know Tang was there? Did he even think about the possible damages he had caused? And he just leaves afterward, posing with tea and smiling!

Do they ignore or filter everything he says?

...Does Mk even care about him anymore?

...

I should stop.

All this self-loathing is getting him nowhere. It's not as if he was hurt during the battle. He doesn't have a right to be angry about a lack of care when someone got it worse than him.

Now, his thoughts were back to Allan. He didn't deserve anything that happened to him that day. He had gotten it so much worse than him, so why is Tang complaining?

Suddenly, an idea crossed his mind. He could check all the hospitals near the library to see if Allan was registered anywhere! It's not a full proof plan, but it was something worthwhile he could do while he was already out of a slump.

So he started to walk to the library, or what was left of it, to see if he could start there. When he arrived, he could barely believe what he could see. The entire roof is gone, save the few glass panels still stuck on the back, the walls were seemingly about to crumble at a slight breeze, and different holes ranging from sizes were stuck throughout the building, making it dangerous if most of it weren't already crumbled onto the ground.

Yellow tape covering the premises swayed back and forth as Tang walked onto the parking lot sidewalk, not daring to get closer lest something were to fall again.

He already had a bad feeling when he arrived, and it almost got doubly worse when he stopped at the sidewalk. Nevertheless, he had wanted to see what the remains looked like, and now he knew. Taking a deep breath and looking away from the building, he checked his phone for the nearest hospitals.

Among the list was one that looked eerily familiar. MSH was listed near the top, and it seemed like a fever dream to be seeing it here.

Now, along with this feeling of familiarity, he felt compelled to follow this lead. Maybe to help the new bad feeling in his stomach from those letters, but he'll try anyways.

The walk isn't that far; it's about the same length it takes to get to the docks from his apartment. When he arrives in front of the hospital, he suddenly gets a sense of deja vu, like he's been here before.

Ignoring the feeling, he steps through the doors and heads up to the receptionist at the desk. "Hey there." Tang greeted a bit awkwardly. The receptionist just smiled. "Hello there, how can I help you today?"

Tang seemed to lose vigor as he continued to speak. "Erm, I was wondering if you had any teenage admitants named Allan? I-I was just wondering since I was his colleague at the library when it got attacked, and I know it's probably personal information but-"

The receptionist held her hand up halfway through his ramble. "I understand your concern, and if he is permitted here and allows friends to visit, you're welcome to see him. I'll just have to see if he's registered in our care, so please give me a moment."

Tang sheepishly sat down at one of the lobby seats as the receptionist went back to typing on her computer. After about 10 minutes, she called him back up to the desk. "We do have an Allan Bentley in room 1225. He's in for an injured leg, is allowing visitors, and he came from the library attack. Is he who you're looking for?"

He knew it was Allan from the leg injury; he saw him get wheeled away himself. He quickly affirmed the receptionist and thanked her before moving towards the elevator.

Following the signs on the walls with little difficulty, he was able to find room 1225. Yet, Tang hesitated in front of the door. Did Allan even want to see him? Did Allan blame him for what happened? He wouldn't put it past the kid if he did.

But he wanted to see if he was alright. Wanted to see Allan breathing and alive, even if that was a bit selfish of him since he's the one who slowed him down in the first place.

So before he can back out of it, he opens the door. The room is steril and white, with the acception of some window stickers from previous patients, most likely.

He walked slowly up the bed and gasped at what he saw. Allan seemed more thin and pale than he remembered. His brows were creased even in his sleep as he breathed slowly in a rhythm.

Tang thought Allan would be awake since visiting hours were still open, but he must be lucky to catch him right after he fell asleep.

Looking at the bedside table, he could see comics of some kind, with the first addition of Monkey Cop at the top. It seemed like Allan was able to keep it, even through the whole debacle.

This lifted a weight off of Tang's shoulders. Seeing how Allan kept the comic must mean he doesn't completely hate him now and is coherent enough to read already, as it seems to have more wear than when he first gave the comic to him.

He gives a small smile as he slowly puts his hand on Allan's head, comforting the kid to uncrease his brows just a bit and feel his chest rise and fall.

He left quickly after that. He couldn't stay in that room much longer when he knew how much pain Allan was in right now. He could see the void where his left leg used to be under the blanket.

The feeling of regret only got worse as the sky started to dim on his way back. Why did Allan have to suffer like that? Why couldn't I save him? Why wasn't he able to make it out okay like everyone else?

It was the fight.

Tang was now in front of his apartment door. He had stopped in front of it as the voice spoke from behind.

That child took to fight too recklessly. He directed the strikes to the ceiling, causing it to fall onto you and Allan.

No, no, it wasn't Mk's fault. There was a lot going on, and everything was just chaos-

Yet the child seemed to deny those stakes. You saw how he moved on so quickly, how he smiled and joked about it afterward, taking nothing about it seriously.

Tang looked to the ground, a gross feeling climbing up his throat.

But he did care! He even reached out to me after he found out I was there!

And that is the problem. He only cared about the companion he could have lost, not for the other lives he'd endangered. Heck, he only started to care when someone else showed him you were there.

The voice spoke with certainty, venom apparent in its tone.

Do you think he would have worried were it not for that reminder? Do you really think he would have looked twice if you were someone unrelated to him?

But Mk is a good kid! He didn't look only because he thought everyone had made it into the shelter.

He started to shake with rage as the voice kept going with its remarks.

Yet he knew you were there, and he didn't even stay to check if you were alright? Did he even know you were there? Did he not give you the simplest time of day that he completely forgot about your existence.

Stop.

Do you really think you matter to him anymore? It's not like he even bothered to tell you about the trip yesterday, where he left you completely alone with no contact. Do you think someone like that is worthy of having those powers?

Stop it.

Someone like that shouldn't be worthy of anything, nonetheless powers to destroy whole cities. You know what happened, and you couldn't save Allan that way. That boy doesn't deserve the abilities he has, and takes them for granted.

Why are you doing this?

Tears roll down Tang's face yet again.

Why should he get these powers? Why should he be the chosen one when you are much more deserving? Why does he get to take power for granted when you struggle every day to keep people safe and survive? Why does he get to feel happy and live without worry while you have to lie down and suffer from how many people you have had to watch die?

"JUST GO AWAY!" Tang's voice cracks as he yells into the open air. Silence is the only thing that greets him as he numbly stares at the door in front of him, still unopened.

His face is now blank. The tear streaks on his face have dried to the point they're stuck on his face. He slowly brings his key to the door and numbly walks inside, seeing the mess of his living room and bathroom of the doorway.

He only ignores the mess, stopping briefly where The Origins of JTTW had been left open before grabbing it and beelining to the bedroom, shutting the door behind him and walking towards the window. He lifts the window up and lets the breeze blow through the room, ruffling the sheets and blanket on the bed.

The cool breeze doesn't bother Tang, though, as he only turns towards the bed and bats the loose strands out of his face from the down hair he didn't bother to put up.

He doesn't lay down on the bed. He instead kicks off his shoes to the side, takes off his cracked glasses, and puts them on the side table with his matching phone.

Then he stares out the open window, looking towards the blurry figures of stars and planets as he lifts up the barely decipherable book showing Golden Cicada.

I can't keep going like this. I need to leave. Maybe that's what these horrible dreams have been trying to tell me. I just want to get away from it all.

He roughly shuts the book and throws it into the wall. Whatever he's dealing with, he's not gonna put up with it anymore starting tomorrow. He's going to leave, and he's going to get better.

That's what he thinks as he falls back into his bed and looks back to the blurry lights once again before blacking out, hopefully for the last time.

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icarusthefoolish · 1 year

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𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Blooming Flowers, blooming feelings 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Summary: You used to be apart of the same circus that Mollymauk was apart of. You were always rather quiet and you kept to yourself. Mollymauk was the only person to really see you bloom in a figurative way and a literal one. You start getting closer and feelings start to blossom. After things went to shit you lose sight of one another and it wouldn't be years into the future that you would meet again.

Warnings: Mentions of the Husk attack on the Circus, Mentions of torture, mentions of SA, Caps.

Notes: She/her reader mentioned once or twice, OOC Mollymauk and the rest of the Mighty Nein maybe.

Word count: 14k

When you first met Mollymauk Tealeaf you certainly didn't know what to think of the eccentric Tiefling. You had always been what most would describe as a loner, you preferred to call yourself guarded but being as quiet as you were made Molly want to get to know you even more.

After a while you certainly started warming up to the Tiefling and he started to see your true colours shining through the icy walls you had built around yourself. He certainly saw now why most of the other performers called you by your stage name "ice Princess" rather then your actual name.

You and Molly spent the next two years building a relationship which first started as friendship and at some point evolved into something more, Mollymauk would never be seen without you by his side and he preferred it this way. Everyone around you could see how much Molly had managed to change you and most of them especially Mona and Yuli were happy about it.

The day when they stopped in Trostenwald both you and Molly spent most of the time of somewhere together, not even Yasha who you also undoubtedly became close with knew where the two of you had snuck of to. You were both hidden in a small part of forest not to far from where everything had been set up, you were both wrapped up in one another quietly talking and laughing.

You had to say you enjoyed times like these, times when you could just be yourself instead of having to put up an act for Hundreds of people to see. Molly definitely seemed to enjoy himself too considering the weird purr like noise he emitted.

But alas even the nicest of times had to end and you had to basically drag Molly back to the circus so you could actually get some practice in for tonights show. Molly blew you a kiss and you caught it with your hand silently laughing before Yasha tapped your shoulder and almost scared you to death.

"Yasha! You can't just scare me like that!" The woman in question let out a snort before shaking her head. "Where did you and Mollymauk run off to? We've been Searching for you." You simply shook your head "that's not important we're here now are we not? Now come i have to actually get some training in for tonight unless i want to embarrass myself Infront of the crowd." Yasha again let out a snort before nodding.

You had no idea what had happened but suddenly there was screaming and people running around panicked, you tried your hardest to see any of the other performers but to no avail, when you turned around you saw what you could only assume to be some type of monster headed your way, you didn't know what to do, yes you had the means to defend yourself with magic but the Magic you used was mostly show you never learned more then tricks to make the crowd gasp, so you did the only thing you could do, you ran.

Pushing through the panicking crowds and away from whatever that monster was, you had hoped that you would maybe find Yasha or better yet Mollymauk but in the chaos around you that seemed impossible.

You continued running until your legs couldn't carry you anymore, you had no idea where you were but you hoped that it would be far enough from the Circus and most importantly that monster or whatever it was. You leaned against a tree trying to catch your breath, you had no idea what to do, you didn't know where you were and you doubted you would find Molly, Yasha or any other performers or even Gustav again.

So you just let yourself sit and calm down, you hadn't noticed you were crying until you saw the tears drip onto your arms, you wiped your eyes trying to stop yourself from crying but nothing seemed to help. After a while you passed out due to the exhaustion.

When you came too you were moving, you didn't know where you were or how you got there but you seemed to be on a waggon. You looked around panicked before a Knife was held to your throat, you immediately stiffened. A slimy voice began to speak "I'd advise you not to talk unless you want things to get worse." You nodded quietly and the man began to talk again, you immediately realised that the next few days wouldn't be pretty. Time seemed to pass in a blur while you were trapped you had no idea what year it was or hell even if it was night or day.

You had been right the last years weren't pretty, you tried to repress the memories as much as possible but with the scars reminding you each and every day it was hard to forget. You basically lived as a shadow of your former self, instead of being quiet and withdrawn you became scared at the slightest noise and whenever someone would touch you you would retreat back,

Your eyes which held a sort of glimmer before were empty and lifeless, but you still held hope that one day you would escape the hell that was your current life, you still held hope that you would one day reunite with Molly however far in the future that may be.

You were woken up by yelling coming from down the hall were you "room" was. You would more refer to it as a cell but it at least had a bed, that was better then nothing. The window was barred, and barely any light came through the door which was made of heavy steal. You had the mind to just stay in bed and fall asleep, it wasn't the first time you had woken up to screaming the other girls held captive were treated as badly as you were.

Though you hoped that they didn't have to indure the touches of the guards that no one seemed to stop. But something about the screaming wouldn't let you go so you stood up, your weak muscles screaming at you to sit down but you went to the door anyway, you bent down wincing when your body seemed to burn with pain to look through the tiny hole in the door.

You couldn't see much but you saw a flash of purple, you heard more screaming though this was different it was the scream of someone dying, you had heard enough people die during your captivity. But the flash of purple made your heart stop, could it be that Molly had been Searching for you and finally found you?

You forced yourself out of your hopeful dream, for all you knew Mollymauk could be dead by now, this was probably just another Tiefling, but the prospect of getting out of this awful life was worth it for you, so even with your body screaming for you to stop you banged on the door, you yelled and hoped that someone, anyone would hear you.

Your prayers seemed to have been answered when something banged against the door, you just had the time to step back when suddenly the door flung open hitting the stone wall with such force that the stone began to crack. In front of you stood an ork about 3 times your size, you backed down in fear, yes you wanted to escape but what if this was just another man trying to defile you.

Next to the Ork was a woman much smaller with blue skin, she held out her hands to calm you "shh it's alright, were not here to hurt you." You stepped back your mind still wirring with the possibilities of them hurting you, you didn't even hear what they were saying and back away further until your back was against a wall.

Both Jester and Fjord were trying to calm you down when Yasha stepped into the Cell intent on figuring out what was happening. When she saw the person cowering against a wall her eyes widened, you reminded her of someone she used to know and when she actually looked closer she realized that it was actually you. Yasha hadn't seen you since the Husk attack back in Trostenwald and she wanted to approach but seeing the look in your eyes she knew that her coming closer would only scare you more.

She also knew that there was only one way to snap you out of the state you were in, and she wasn't even sure that would work. She turned around before Yelling "MOLLYMAUK GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!"

You were still cowered against the wall and didn't even notice Yasha stepping in, you curled into yourself more when she yelled so much so that you didn't even hear the name she was saying. You could faintly hear the two people who were standing before you yelling at Yasha to shut up when suddenly everything went silent.

You looked up and saw the face of the person you thought you would never see again, your breathing stopped and you blinked, you were desperately hoping that this was real and not just a trick of your mind, when Molly turned into the direction Yasha was pointing he stilled, even with the years of being apart, and you certainly looking worse for ware he still recognised you.

You slowly uncurled, your mouth opening before you could get anything out you crumpled on the floor letting out a heart shattering sob. The minute you crumpled you felt two hands on you and that smell that was Mollymauk enveloped you, your hands immediately clutched his arms and you basically threw yourself against him, you were shaking and crying but you couldn't seem to care. The years of torture were finally over, you were finally reunited with Molly.

The Tiefling in question pulled you against him his head resting on your hair, the never thought he would see you again, after what happened in Trostenwald he was sure you were dead, but seeing you now in a cell, frail and barely holding together he couldn't be Happier. He didn't even care that Jester Fjord and Yasha were in the room he was just glad you were alive.

You looked up your shaking hands touching his face, you still didn't quite want to believe this was real, Molly's hand enveloped yours and you let out a sob, tears continuosly falling down your cheeks. The rest of the Mighty Nein came to the room as well, Nott, Beau and Caleb looking just as confused as Jester and Fjord. Yasha simply shook her head and led them out promising to explain a bit later.

When you had finally calmed yourself enough to speak you looked up at Molly "y-your real? Th-this....this isn't a dream?" Your entire body was shaking and you tried your best not to cry again. "It's real darling im here... Your safe now." You let out another sob trying your hardest to stay composed, you hid your head in his neck and he shushed you. "Let's get you out of here love i promise your safe now." He kissed the top of your head and picked you up, you were clinging onto him not willing to let go if this was in fact just a trick of your mind.

When he stepped outside of the Cell everyone else was looking at him questioningly, he just shook his head. Yasha nodded and started leaving the rest of the group following, Mollymauk stayed at the back of the group still holding you, rubbing circles along your back.

When the group arrived back at their current camp you had already fallen asleep, Molly and Yasha guessed it was due to exhaustion, so Molly layed you down on his bed rolle to hopefully let you rest while he and Yasha explained what was going on. You awoke soon after and looked around in a state of Panic, your mind not yet registering that you were safe now, when you heard quiet talking and the crackling of fire you curled into yourself before you realized what happened before you passed out.

You weren't in that cell anymore, you weren't subjected to torture and Assault of different kinds, Molly was alive and he came to save you. You were shaking trying to get your mind to calm down when a sudden flash of purple skin caught your attention, you looked up to see Mollymauk looking at you with worry in his eyes, he held out his hand "hey love...you ok?"

You blinked before nodding and immediately hugging him. He was startled for a second before wrapping his arms around you. "Shh everything's alright." He smiled running his hand over your head. "The rest of the group wants to meet you, is that alright? We have some questions." You nodded slightly "as as long as i get to stay with you." He nodded pulling you closer "im not letting you go, never again."

The two of you made your way to a fireplace, Molly sat down pulling you into his lap almost immediately. You looked to the group and your eyes immediately landed on Yasha, you smiled at her your eyes tearing up again, Yasha smiled back before urging you to talk. You swallowed before sighing. "T-thank you..." The group seemed startled at you talking all their eyes landing on you. Everything was quiet for a few minutes before Caleb was the first to speak up.

"So... From what we've gathered from both Yasha and Mollymauk..." He stopped thinking about what to say next. "You knew each other right?" You nodded before speaking "y-yes we did... We all belonged to The Fletching and Moondrop Traveling Carnival of Curiosities. I met Mollymauk and Yasha there" Molly was the next to speak "I spent 2 years getting to know her. During the Husk attack in Trostenwald both me and Yasha lost sight of her.

We don't know what happened with her after that." You began to speak again "well... After i saw a Husk i think you called it? I ran, i ran as far as my legs would carry me before stopping somewhere in the middle of a Forrest without knowledge of where i was or where the rest of you were. I passed out at some point and the next thing i remember is waking up in a moving cart and a knife being held to my throat." Molly stiffened at that.

"I was captured by bad people...they... They tortured me day in day out lashing me with whips, cutting me open and other terrible things. I... was used for my abilities and they used my body in the worst ways imaginable." Your body shook as you forced yourself to remember what those men did to you, tears started streaming down your face again and Mollymauk just pulled you closer trying to calm you down.

The rest of the group all seemed to share the look of shock that Jester was wearing, even Yasha and Beau were wide eyed with shock. Molly could barely contain his anger at what those people had done to you, he was trying so hard not to get angry that he hid his head again. "But but it's over now, you saved me from that fate and... I-i cannot thank you enough for that." Mollymauk wanted to answer but due to the sheer anger he was feeling he was unable to. He didn't want to scare you more then you already were.

After a brief silence Fjord was the first to answer "No need to thank us. We're happy we could help and from the looks of it you aren't the only one who is thankful." He took a glance at Molly who was still holding you before moving onto Yasha who just smiled. You nodded slightly before looking to Molly, you were always abel to tell when something was up with him and one look in his face confirmed your thoughts.

You leaned to his ear your fingers drawing circles on the back of his arm. "It's ok Molly you saved me from that. I don't have to go through that anymore." He nodded slightly but still seemed angry "yes but you should have never had to go through that in the first place, I'm sorry that i wasn't able to save you from that darling..." It was obvious that he regretted not finding you sooner.

You just shook your head again "Molly you didn't know, you couldn't have done anything we lost eachother in the scared crowd." He shook his head "yes but i could have tried to find you after..." You just put your hand on his cheek "No it's alright i heard what happened you had no way of getting out and knowing where i was, hell I didn't even know where exactly i was. The thing that's important is that you saved me, im not there anymore."

He sighed before nodding and pulling you close, you got up from his lap holding out a hand to him. He looked up at you before grabbing your hand and standing up. You looked at the rest of the group "is it ok if we go a bit further away?" They all looked a bit confused the only one who didn't was Yasha, they all nodded and you smiled pulling Molly with you, he followed you smiling slightly "where are you taking me darling?" You giggled shrugging "I don't know just somewhere were we can be alone." He chuckled before letting go and coming up next to you before putting his arm around your shoulder.

You two somehow found yourself in a small clearing that isn't too far away from the camp, you knew this because you could faintly make out the flickering of the Fire in the distance as well as the smoke rising into the sky before dissipating. Molly sat down and pulled you next to him only to lay down, you in turn landing on his chest "you know this reminds me of the morning in Trostenwald before everything went to hell." You couldn't help but think about Trostenwald and what had happened there but now you were just enjoying the fact that you were here with Molly.

Your head fell backward Landing on his chest with a soft thud "it may remind us of it but it won't happen the same. I promise you. I won't let you be taken from me again not after i just got you back." You smiled slightly at that nodding along to his words. "I hope this can last forever. You want to know something i just realized?" Molly let out a quiet humm looking down at you.

"Maybe Yasha was right back then....feelings do grow just like flowers." You smiled at Molly before turning your head back to look at the sky

I hope you liked this! Any and all interaction is appreciated!

#aiko talks #aikos shit posts #critical role #critical role x reader #mollymauk x reader #critical role mollymauk #cr mollymauk #mollymauk tealeaf #cr c2

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tooxmanyxships · 4 months

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"Tell me where it hurts, and I'll make it better." dando

Yes I know. The painful Dando has me in a choke hold.

Sue me.

"Lando. I need you to talk to me."

The line stayed death.

"Breathe. Come on." Daniel's hand was clutching the phone so hard, he almost crushed it. "You can do this. Tell me what's wrong."

"H--hurts."

Fucking finally.

"What hurts, bub?" Yeah it was probably no time for nicknames, but it just slipped out like they always did. "Tell me where it hurts and I'll make it better."

He already had his keys in his free hand, placing his phone between his shoulder and ear as he locked his door behind him.

He had to get to Lando. Stat.

A muffled noise.

"E.... Everything."

Fuck.

"I'm on my way. Where are you? Your place?"

He didn't call it home. That place wasn't Lando's home.

"Y--yes."

"Okay. I'll be there in 10."

Honestly, 5 if he put his foot on the pedal.

Silence. Shuffling.

"Lan?"

More shuffling. A whisper.

"Don't leave me."

Daniel's heart broke.

"Never, baby. I'll keep you on speaker, okay?"

Foot on the pedal it was gonna be.

"I'm gonna keep on talking, okay?" Daniel knew his rambling might be able to keep Lando distracted. "You don't have to answer. Just keep breathing, alright?"

And Daniel did just that. Rambled on about stupid stuff the whole time he drove over to Lando. He asked him to let him hear him breathe a few times too, just so he'd know Lando was still with him.

Yes, Daniel was panicking. Had started to panic from the moment he picked up Lando's call and got no response.

He just had to see him.

He quickly parked his car, not even caring how, then ran up the stairs when Lando buzzed him up, because he couldn't be assed to wait for the elevator.

He didn't hang up the phone until he was in front of the door of Lando's apartment and told him through the phone that he was there.

He could hear footsteps coming closer, a light curse, a key being turned before the door opened.

If Daniel's heart broke before, now it shattered at the sight in front of him.

Lando's face was puffy. Tear streaks still on his cheeks.

He was holding one of his wrists, cradling it to his chest.

Daniel didn't even need to step inside to see the apartment in an absolute mess.

What the hell had she done?!

Daniel apparently was too busy looking at the mess behind Lando, because the younger boy suddenly let out a sound, something between a whine and a sob, and Daniel immediately stepped inside, pushing the door closed with his foot.

"Oh Lando..."

"I - - - I told her to leave."

Daniel stared at him. "What?"

"I told her... To.... To never come back."

Without thinking, Daniel grabbed Lando by his shoulders, "You did it. You really did it."

The gasp and the wide eyes like a deer in headlights made him let go immediately.

Lando immediately stumbled back. Away from him.

Shit.

He fucked up.

"I'm sorry!" he quickly apologized, giving Lando his space. "I'm really sorry, Lan. I'm just so proud of you."

Lando didn't look at him, just stared down at the hand cradled to his chest, then finally looked at Daniel with a lost look in his eyes.

"Hurts."

Daniel immediately went into caretaker mode.

"Can you wiggle your fingers? Make a fist?"

Lando winced as he did the things Daniel asked, but he could still do them. It wasn't broken.

"Do you want me to take you to your doctor? To the hospital?"

Lando shook his head.

"Lando. It still needs to be checked out."

"N-not yet."

Daniel frowned a little, "What do you mean?"

A very, very shaky breath.

"Can you help me make a statement. I - - - I want to go to the police."

Daniel felt tears well up in his eyes.

Lando was finally gonna get rid of her. For good.

In a drastic way. But drastic was the only way to go this time.

"Of course I'll help you. Anything to keep you safe."

That got the smallest smile possible out of Lando. But for Daniel, that was enough.

"Thanks."

"I mean it. I'm so proud of you."

Then he did something that surprised them both.

He took both Lando's hands and lifted them up a little, then kissed the hurting wrist.

Lando stared at him with his mouth slightly agape, but didn't pull back. He let Daniel lower his hands again and cradled the one back against his chest.

The small smile was back on Lando's face.

"Couldn't have done it without you."

#f1 fanfic #f1 rpf #f1 fic #dando #daniel ricciardo/lando norris #daniel ricciardo x lando norris #My writing #Domestic violence tw #Tw:domestic violence #This slightly ran away from me

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augenblicklich-lila · 2 years

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boy meets girl (Tim Drake x OC)

It's been years since I really published any of my writing. It's scary. But this seems to be the year where I do things I usually wouldn't. So fuck it. Just for funsies. Be nice to me, yeah? Love y'all ♡

I am generally a person who prefers reading/writing with OCs. I do have x Reader stuff though.

That being said: Ameena is my baby but feel free to see her name as a placeholder. I didn't specify much about her tbh and it would feel like getting rid of her if I turned her into Y/N myself T-T.

These two give me 2017/2018 music vibes. Don't ask me what that means. Alexa, play I Like Me Better by Lauv or sth.

- Lila ♡♡♡

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SYNOPSIS: All Ameena wants is a peaceful night at home after a stressful day. Watch some TV until her brain is fried enough to simply pass out. Too bad a certain vigilante ends up crashing her date with her couch. Quite literally.

WARNINGS: Mentions of wounds/injuries and blood, those being treated, etc. All that shebang that comes with being a crime-fighting vigilante. Nothing graphic though.

WORD COUNT: 1957

It had been a tiring day, so Ameena settled on doing absolutely nothing but lying on her couch and watching TV, dressed in an oversized, comfy sweater and shorts, her hair in a messy bun. As she was halfway through Guardians of the Galaxy 2, the lights and every single electronic in her apartment suddenly turned off, making a not-so-silent squeak escape her.

As her hand frantically searched around for her phone, her mind already screamed at her to get some salt and make a circle, just in case. That worry intensified by a hundred times when a crash from her bedroom echoed loudly through her apartment, followed by some pained groans and then utter silence.

She jumped when the lights came back on and waited for more noises, yet Ameena heard nothing. Her body toyed around with the idea of panicking even more, but she forced the anxiousness down and, after grabbing her trusty bat, made her way into her room.

For a moment, the sight made her dizzy. The costume, the gadgets, and oh my god- "Where the heck is all the blood coming from?!" she whisper-yelled to herself, throwing all the questions and confusion out of the window, probably along with her common sense, and dropped her bat, hurriedly checking on the boy.

There was a big cut on his forehead, more scratches on his arms and face and a gunshot wound in his shoulder. "Please have an exit wound, pleasepleaseplease-" Ameena breathed a sigh of relief when she found it and quickly dashed to the bathroom to get one of the first aid kits she always kept around, starting to clean the wounds and all the blood once she was back in her room, thanking whatever was out there that she was part of her local Emergency Response Team.

Otherwise, she would've probably fainted. And there was no way she could take him to the ER, dressed like that and unconscious. There was also the fact that he would most likely have no way of identifying himself, and really, that was all just too troublesome.

As she undressed him and tended to his wounds, her mind didn't stop trying to wrap itself around what the hell just had happened. As much as a part of her wished it was just an extremely good cosplayer that had somehow climbed several floors into her secure apartment after he'd gotten into a very bad fight, she knew this was the real deal after seeing all the traps in the suit that she luckily didn't trigger.

"Did I get high? Is there a gas leak?" she ran a hand through her hair, getting up and throwing all the bloody gauze, bandages and towels into the trashcan, eyeing the mess that was her room. "He must've crashed into my dresser when he landed, shit." she gathered all the clothes that were strewn around, shoving the drawers back into place and picking the glass shards from broken picture frames.

The moment she stopped bustling around, the reality of what had occurred crashed down on her. "Oh my god, Tim Drake is in my apartment. What.the.fuck."

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Six hours later, at about four in the morning, Ameena was checking his vitals once more, making sure his pulse and respiration were normal and taking his temperature, frowning when it was quite high compared to the slight warmth she'd felt on his forehead just an hour ago.

"Maybe he was injured for a while before he even arrived here?" she wondered out loud to herself. That would explain the incoming fever, at least, because she had been very thorough with the cleaning of his wounds and dressing them properly. She gently placed her hand on his hot forehead, jumping lightly when the boy groaned and slowly blinked his eyes open.

"I was," he answered in a hoarse voice, not seeming to realize where he was, or more where he wasn't. He squinted up at Ameena, who quickly snatched her hand away to dim the light of her bedside lamp. "Who- where-?"

"Shh." she gently pushed him back down when he tried pushing himself up into a sitting position, trying to keep her movements to a minimum, not wanting to come off as a possible threat. She knew she'd be freaked about waking up in a place you don't know with a complete stranger. Well, Ameena knew who he was, at least, not that it would matter much. "My name is Ameena and you're in my apartment. Crashed in here, quite literally." she lightly joked, gesturing at her messed-up drawer.

His eyes flickered around the room, taking everything in at a rapid speed. Then they snapped to the shredded remains of his suit and his half-naked state, his chest that was covered expertly in bandages and the bandaids plastered all over his face. His fingers instantly rushed up to his face, because for some reason his dizzy brain felt the need to confirm that he was unmasked in front of this girl.

"Don't worry," Ameena held her hands up in front of her. "I would've known who's under the mask anyways without taking it off and your head wound was bleeding a lot." the moment the words left her mouth, she cringed. "Wait, I should have worded that better. I'm not a stalker or a villain if that's what you think." taking a peek at the look on his face, she buried her face in her hands. "That is what you think. Perfect. I just- I mean no harm to you or anyone, really, so please don't do anything- I have no idea how to explain without sounding like a nutjob but I have proof, I swear, and-"

"Stop." Tim placed his hands on the girl's shoulder, slightly concerned with how red her head was getting. "Breathe. Ameena, right?" receiving a nod, he continued. "Just calm down and start explaining. I'm not gonna do anything, I swear. I'm just as confused about this situation, so please go on. Slowly this time, though." he sent her a slight smile when she took a deep breath, sitting back down on the edge of the bed.

"Okay so, to simplify it, you're not in your universe anymore."

Tim nodded slowly, taking this in. "Do you know another version of me?" Definitely not the weirdest thing that happened to him and also not the weirdest question he ever had to ask.

"Well, kind of?" Ameena answered, grinning sheepishly. "I think it's best if I just show you. Promise me not to freak out too much?" If it was anyone else she was talking to, she'd probably try easing them in, but Tim had always seemed like the type of person who'd appreciate the simple, hard facts delivered straightforwardly. And maybe an interesting and unique way of looking at things, so she threw caution to the wind and handed him her phone. "Just google yourself while I get some stuff." 'Some stuff' being her precious Red Robin comics and some others. "Oh and I feel like Tim Drake will be a more effective search than Red Robin. Don't want to end up looking at the restaurant info, right?"

With that she escaped to the living room, face flushed from that awkward as-hell attempt at a joke. She gathered up the comics from the shelf, taking her sweet time to give Tim a moment to wrap his mind around the fact that he was a fictional character in this world.

She walked back into her room, setting the things down next to herself on the bed. "So, are you losing your mind yet, or...?"

"I'm very tempted to say 'what the actual fuck'"

Ameena snorted at that, smothering her laughter behind her hand. "Go ahead, I'm not stopping you. In fact, I have more what-the-fuck-material, right here." she placed the stack of comics on his lap. "Be careful please, they're precious to me and I will most definitely cry if anything happens to them."

Tim raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?" he carefully picked up the first volume of his own comic, staring at his own face on the cover with what looked like a mix of bewilderment, objection, awe, and a bit of confusion. "From 2009? Please tell me we're at least in the same year."

"It's actually 2018. August 22nd."

The raven-haired boy breathed a sigh of relief. "That was the date back home. That's something at least." without thinking, he dropped back down on the bed, groaning in pain.

"Dude, you have to be careful with that." a look at his dressing told her that the wound opened again. Giving him a blank stare, she picked up the comics to bring them to safety and far away from the blood. "There goes the great job I did on that wound, Timothy." she swiftly grabbed some sterile pads, gauze and alcohol wipes, removing the bandages and getting to work.

Tim cringed, not only at the pain but also at the choice of name. "Please just say Tim. Timothy sounds-"

"Posh? Second-tier classic? An aristocrat. Or spoiled brat-" she cut him off, giggling when he let out an indignant 'hey!'. "Which is none of the things you are...probably."

"Probably?"

"Well, yeah. I don't actually know you. Just because you're one of my favorite characters in a comic series. God, this is such a messed-up thing to say." A few hours ago, all this was nothing but fiction, like theories about the multiverse and dimension travel and now- "I think I need to sleep soon." she said, rubbing her eyes once she was done cleaning the wound and starting to wrap the bandages around it again.

"You're good at this," he commented quietly, leaning forward so she had better access. "You got experience with stuff like this?"

"Wound care and first aid, yup. People crashing into my place from other worlds, not so much. But Emergency Relief and that kind of work tends to be a lot more chaotic." she yawned, stretching her arms and smiling in satisfaction at her work. Grabbing her pajamas, she left the room, changing in her living room, behind the door.

"What are you doing?" the vigilante asked, watching Ameena grab her pillows off the bed, along with a blanket. "You don't have to sleep in the living room. Your bed is big enough, or I could take the couch-"

"No way in hell. You're injured and I gotta get some meds for you in the morning before you even think about walking around the apartment." staring at the space Tim had made for her, she huffed, throwing the pillows back down and all but throwing herself onto the bed. "Fuck it, I haven't slept in like 30 hours, I deserve this."

"That's not good for you, you know." Tim pointed out, once the light was off and the room was shrouded in darkness. He didn't need to see anything to hear Ameena lift her head and feel her incredulous stare, cracking up with laughter a second later.

"That's a lot, coming from the guy who has whole Tumblr pages dedicated to his sleep deprivation and coffee addiction." she shot back, snuggling deeper into her blanket. After a few minutes of silence, she finally dared to ask. "What are you gonna do now?"

A troubled sigh escaped the male. "Wait, I guess."

Ameena hesitated, delicately grabbing Tim's hand and giving it a gentle squeeze, not knowing what to say or do otherwise. How do you comfort someone in his situation? "I'll wait with you, if you want," she mumbled, smiling when he squeezed back.

"Okay." was all he said, sounding half-asleep already.

"By the way, if you do anything while I'm asleep, I'll kill you."

"Fair."

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛ ∧＿∧ （｡･ω･｡)つ━☆・*。 ⊂　　ノ　　　・゜+. しーＪ　　　°。+ *´¨) “Hie thee home, little wanderer.”

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#tim drake #dc #batman #batfam #red robin #timothy drake #robin #comics #one shot #dc x reader #dimension travel #transmigration #tim drake x reader #batfamily #batboys #batboys x oc #tim drake x oc #oc #reader

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dollie-kitten · 8 months

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maybe a fic where kitty has a nightmare and the cats cuddle with her to make her feel better?

Slight Warning: I kind of think that the reason that led Kitty to the mansion was that Kitty’s biological parents weren’t exactly… good to her, causing her to run away.

Tranquility,

Peace, and the chime of the bird’s tweets filled the young girl’s mind.

Kitty looked around her surroundings, she couldn’t be more at piece as she gazed across the fresh grassy field, she laid down on a fresh patch, feeling the blades tickle against her skin as she gazed at the fluffy clouds that patrolled the sky, featuring many shapes reminding her of her favorite shapes.

She gave a look over the field and saw the most exciting thing she could think of!

A cat.

A simple cat frolicking in a patch of flowers, the perfect idea for a playmate!

“Mrow!” Kitty happily bellowed, she got up and scampered down the hill as fast as she could, as she trotted down her way through many delightful sights towards a child, flowers, balloons, tables of treats!

When she finally made her way down, she eagerly followed the feline through the grove before finally managing to approach it. She happily mewed towards the cat only for… no response?

“Mrow?” the little girl asked curious, she leaned towards the cat until…

It let out a massive screech.

Not just a screech, it felt so distorted, mangled, and furious.

Kitty immediately fell back, covering her ears in an attempt to block out the piercing noise, had she done something to upset the creature? She… didn’t me-

The girl looked back at the cat and to her shock it’s body began to… dissipate? Kitty’s eyes slowly widened as it’s body broke apart in a sand like substance, only for it to slowly build back up together, creating two tall figures that stared down at her, continuing their furious wail.

Kitty was panicking and attempted to flee only for her body to stay in place as the figures closed in on her.

She… She.. was sorry. She didn’t mean to upset them…..

She…

She cried.

Light snores emitted from the piano lounge of the mansion.

Such sounds coming from the orange tabby simply known as “The Nazz” resting on the keys of the piano after long hours of working on his latest album.

Or rather he WAS resting until he heard a mighty cry of distress.

He jolted awake from the unexpected wail, it’s voice sounding like something was in trouble, it sounded like…

“Kitty!” Nazz realized, he quickly got off his stool and made his way towards the large corridor, passed the many rooms and into the bedroom of one of the younger members of the household, the one he took in when he realized she didn’t really have anyone else.

The door bursts open, The orange tabby scanned the room looking for Kitty, he ran towards the box she had always preferred to sleep in despite the cats insistence for her to sleep in the bed provided in the room, he checked inside to find nothing until he heard a loud sob from the corner of the room.

He looked towards the source of the sound and found the girl, nestled in the corner, hugging her knees, face red with tears and mucus seeping down, “Kitty…” Nazz started to speak only for her to attempt to retreat further back.

“Kitty, Kitty! It’s okay! I… i’m here.” he spoke as gently as he could but it seemed to do little for the little girl’s state, eventually the tears slowly came to a stop as she looked towards her caretaker, heavily breathing and heaving.

“Kitty, listen to me, it’ll be okay… just deep breaths alright? you're okay.” he reassured, as the child’s breathing began to slow down.

“There that’s good, now lets-” Nazz spoke before being cut off by Kitty scampering towards him, The cat had his arms out as he caught her in his embrace.

Nazz looked down at her, he slowly picked her up before fetching some pillows and blankets around the world and laying it down and placing her in the makeshift bedding before laying down himself, curling his body around her in a protective embrace.

While all this was happening, the other cats of the household had been peering into the room as one by one, they slipped into to curl around the child as if being a makeshift cocoon of warmth and comfort for her.

While Kitty may have not had a pleasant experience with families in the past, she had a family of cats that would be there for her.

And that’s all she could ever ask for.

#kitty is not a cat #kinac #fic

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clanktheshortredrobot · 13 days

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Chapter 1 The night was long, and the world was changing. Two Bots had the same day-in and day-out routine where boredom slowly grew. CC-5 was a worker at a software company. Clank was the janitor for the office. One day they decided, Friday night, would be the night of change. After they got off work, they ran to the nearest bar they could find and started drinking. About 5 or 6 drinks deep, they started to complain about their boss and after a mouthful of complaints started panicking and the realization hit that they would be stuck there, in the monotony, forever. They looked at each silently, but the dread on their faces told everything. CC-5 pays the bar tab while Clank hops up on the bar and shouts "Tonight we make this night our own! We will stand up to the big fat cats that own everything, including the damn air we breath!". Clank jumps down and runs out of the bar. CC-5 sighs with his face in his hands, "Great, now I have to go chase after him". Clank makes it back to the aparment, grabs a box of spray paint, and the keys to the maintenance room at the office. CC-5 catches up to Clank, grabbing the back of his neck and turning him around and shouts in his face, "what the fucking bloody hell were you thinking?!" Clank hisses while trying to get free, shouting back at him, "we're having a mid-life crisis and need to do something about our annoying ass-hat of a boss". CC-5 yells, "Ugh! You're right! We need to do something about Vecktor and his chrome body. He is always so uppity and creepy, and needs to be taught a lesson. CC-5 releases Clank to the ground, and takes the box from his hands. They both sneak over to the office. Clank takes out his keys and slowly unlocks the door. CC-5, starting to feel the effects of alcohol, grabs his stomach as it loudly gurgles and growls. CC-5 follows Clank into their boss's office, while trying to hush the gurgles of his stomach. CC-5 approaches Vecktor's desk and bends down to open a drawer. Bending too far, CC-5 feels a rush of fuel flushing to one side of his body and lets out an audible fart through the empty office. Clank then turns around in fear, but is slightly amused and suprised by the loud noise that came from CC-5. Clank starts clapping and says sarcastically, "Wow, you trying to get us fucking killed?" CC-5 says in bewilderment, "No. I did not mean to do that, and am so surprised that sound came from me. Okay then, let's get this damn thing started!" Clank walks out to the main computer room and starts spray painting everthing. CC-5 still fuming with anger impulsively stands up and squats down on top of Vektor's desk, defecating on the computer. CC-5 gets down off the desk and grabs the papers in the bin to the left of the computer, and uses these to wipe himself. "Ahh, this is better than 2-ply tin foil" satisfyingly grinning. Clank calls out,"Hey shitty mc-ghee, do you want to come see my masterpiece?". CC-5 walks over to see all the computers on the ground spraypainted in red, blue, green, and yellow, and looks up to find the walls covered in spraypaint. Lude sayings were written in binary all across the walls. While CC-5 is gazing at the binary on the wall, Clank is inspired to spraypaint a picture of male robot anatomy on the wall. CC-5 claps his hands and exclaims to Clank, "Nice job, Botcasso!" Clank quickly finishes his picture and runs to the entrance of the building, CC-5 following closely behind. Clank then locks the door, turns around, and runs with CC-5 to their apartment. Safely in their home, CC-5 and Clank get ready for bed. CC-5 polishes his face while Clank sits on the couch and watches Binary Wars, snacking on computer chips before CC-5 joins him on the couch. CC-5 reaches over toward the stack of books resting on the side table and finds a book titled: Robotic History and Philosophy. He thumbs through the book until he reaches the marked page. The page reads: How and why did the human race go extinct? The human race used to rule Earth billions of years ago. Humans started a giant war, ultimatley nuking themselves to death.

This is the preview work in progress of an adult, sci-fi novel I am currently working on

#robot oc

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leowolf0816 · 1 year

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Fight for your Life// Ch18

Chapter 17

Word count:1423

Matt's P.O.V.

I searched the city for any sign of Amber's ex only to feel annoyed and defeated as I went back to Amber ready for her to be mad. When I got back to her apartment I felt uneasy. As I took a minute I couldn't find any heartbeats in her apartment making my concern grow. I made my way through in search for what happened until I hear footsteps approaching her front door. I hid in her room ready to fight when a familiar voice rang out. It was Sarah I remember her from earlier and she had seen me in the hallway in my suit. I listened closely only to hear she was alone. I called out to her asking as I slowly made my way out from hiding.

She seemed shocked and then angry. She questioned me on where I was when Amber ran to their neighbor panicked to drop off Milly and run. Panic ripped through my body as I questioned her if Amber has gotten into contact with her. Sarah mumbled out a no asking if I had any idea what might have happened. Without thinking I blurted out her ex's name half mentioning he had been stalking and harassing her. I slipped out the knife and envelope that was pinned in the door. She says she would check it out officially but she asked me to unofficially try and find her. I told her that I would keep her in contact before I ran and made my way to my apartment in hopes she was safe there.

I made my way in slowly being carful to pay attention to every little sound. There was no one there but I could tell that something was wrong and that something had happened. I made my way around canvasing everything. Only to find a picture on my table. Anger grew as I realized that she was taken. I quickly sent Sarah a picture of what I was left only to receive a call minutes after it was sent.

Sarah was instantly panicked she mentioned that she had no jurisdiction and she couldn't do anything until there was evidence and a warrant. I told her I understood but asked her to keep her co workers off my tail the best she could for the next few hours so I could do my best. Sarah said she would give me until she hopefully got a warrant.

I made my way to Cort Corp. as fast as I could and was ready to start a fight.

Amber's P.O.V.

When I had first woken up I was tied to a table and being cut open and examined. As I screamed no one seemed even fazed by my pains and cries. When they where done for me they threw me in a concreate cell and chained me to the floor with a power suppressing collar and cuffs. I stared at the floor mindlessly listening to the guards as they talked outside. I was naked and exposed to the cold making me shiver as my only protection was my own dried blood from wherever they choose to poke and prod.

I refused to let myself cry in this cell despite me being alone. They were going to break every piece of will I had left and I would just have to wait until I died.

My head shot up at a loud bang. A large evil smile began to grow on my face as scared screams echoed through the halls. An odd sense of karma rang through the air. As the alarm went off I cringed away into the farthest corner I could and covered my ears.

the noises only seemed to get louder as time ticked by until a banging at the door made me look up only to regret it as I saw Stephan, his boss, several guards, and.... Nicolas?

My roommate was here and it seemed to be of his own free will. My voice as I called out his name. He sneered at me with a look that read pure hate. As the door opened and he walked closer a smile of satisfaction grew on his face as he purposefully stepped on my chain dragging me down to the floor.

"You know I actually liked you at first I thought you where sweet and adoring until you left my brother for dead at his old lab he told me what you did to him and what you stole from him so when he asked for my help to track you down I jumped at the opportunity only to be surprised when you fell right into my lap as my new roommate..." he stopped and laughed before his face fell serious "You only sealed you're fate when you stole my obsessions gaze... the devil of Hell's kitchen will be mine even if I have to make him see me through you're destruction" As spoke he unlocked my chain from the floor giving it to his brother as if i was a dog.

The commotion from before seemed to grow closer once more. I prayed for Matt to appear but was dragged out of the cell and down several flights of stairs where my feet where cut up by stones and glass but I stayed strong until I was dragged to the floor. Looking up I was in a glass box at the center of a large room a light was shinning on me and it made it hard to truly see what was around me.

A loud crash was heard coming from one of the room. I squinted my eyes as a figure walked closer to the box. I cried as Matt's devil mask appeared I banged on the glass making him run close to the box. He placed his hand on the glass and seemed to be looking for someway to help. I screamed as a dart lodged next to him in the thick glass. He had moved in time to get away from their capture attempt.

I watched as guards began to flood into the room. I fought the collar around my neck not caring as I bleed almost encouraging it as I slowly realized the collar could only control the ink if it was in my body. The ink was able to seep into the cracked glass from the dart slowly it cracked receiving the attention of many of the guards who trained their guns on my while many still fought Matt.

I smiled a large wicked smile as I caught the eye of my ex trying to escape with his boss only for her to close and lock the door on him and Nick. I softly mouthed "You're mine."

The joy I felt as I watched his face turn to horror as the glass broke cutting into my skin creating my suit of ink as my collar fell from my neck. The guards stared in horror at the transformation some of them trying to flee. I built a wall of ink as the guards began to shoot and pushed it over crushing some of them under the heavy barrier. I smiled as Matt appeared next to me questioning if I'm ok as we fought off some guards.

I made a snarky remark about needing therapy before shoving some guy into a wall. I heard him chuckle seeming to be happy that I can still joke around. I shoved him out of the way as some guy tried to attack him wrapping an inky tendril around his ankle and breaking it effortlessly. I made my way over to my ex and his brother blocking them in an inky cage. As I reached them ready to unleash torture that would make him beg for mercy only to have Matt stop me. He simply said to hurt them not kill them while he went after the boss.

I laughed at the wat Matt seemed unfazed as he kissed my cheek and ran off leaving me with a wild smirk. I decided to be kind though not for their sake but for mine. I left them in that cage giving them chains like what they gave me but made a slight effort to make it as uncomfortable as possible for them.

Before following after Matt only to see Stephans boss tied up and him on the phone with someone giving them the ok to come in. I looked at him confused before he simply said one word "Sarah" I smiled and nodded as we made our escape .

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theangrypomeranian · 2 years

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and on today's episode of "why the fuck am I awake so early" we have:

my cat is an idiot

#sally speaks #so the cat got stuck in a bad that had a plastic jar of peanuts in it #and he panicked and ran through the apartment making this noise that started me and my husband away #hubby fell back asleep but now i am awake #thanks for nothing you useless feline

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dollxmania · 2 years

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no tws, mildly suggestive, gn reader. established ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ relationship. do not send me any requests or they will be deleted. only send me asks.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎your dear boyfriend jamil has decided to make you with a delicious meal coated in a thick and hot sauce that you spilt all over your thigh, causing him to help clean you up.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ❝ 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐂𝐄. ❞

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ tying the laces of the shorts, you let out a sigh of relief as you already felt cooler than before. no matter how often you were in Scarabia, the heat would always get to you. it’s a good thing your boyfriend would lend his clothes to you. snapping you out of your daze, a knock on the door was heard followed by your boyfriend’s muffled voice.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “jamil! you’re back.” you quickly ran up to the door, helping your boyfriend out as you opened it, helping him carry one of the plates to the desk beside his bed. looking at the dishes before you, your mouth was practically watering from both the smell of and the look of the fat bread rolls with a white and thick sauce almost oozing out of it from how stuffed to the brim it was with it, you couldn’t wait to bite into it.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ looking at how you were almost drooling from the sight of the bread roll, Jamil laughed to himself as he explained to you just what it was. you barely paid any attention to it, though, too focused on the thought of devouring it. “you can eat, you know.” jamil said, knowing you were too polite to start digging in while he was talking.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ picking it up, you brought the bread over to your lips, licking them absentmindedly as you opened your mouth and blowing on it to cool it down slightly. jamil watched every second intently as he swallowed, eyes glancing from the bread to your lips, to the sauce that came cascading out, trickling down from the soft roll of bread in your hands and onto your bare thigh, barely missing your shorts, causing you to yelp in pain from how hot the thick sauce was.‎

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “are you alright?” he questioned, his voice slightly panicked as you nodded while chewing the piece in your mouth and putting the remainder delicious bread down, licking and sucking your fingers clean as his eyes still watched closely, watching as you reached for a napkin, only to watch you jolt upright as he gripped your legs, moving inbetween them before lowering himself to where you spilt the sauce.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ his lips parted tantalizingly slowly as his hot breath begun hitting your thigh as he neared in closer. pressing your legs further apart to give him more space, his tongue lapped at your inner thigh, causing you to squirm as his grip tightened. “don’t move,” he scolded, licking the sauce away, kissing your thigh. accidentally squirming from his actions, you squeezed his face between your legs, causing him to pry them apart once again and stare up at you, sighing. “I warned you.”

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ nipping at your thigh, you gasp and raise a hand to your mouth, biting down on your tongue as you try to refrain from alerting any students that may pass by Jamil’s room. with your other hand, you run your fingers through and grip his hair harshly as he continued cleaning you. while his tongue was working hard sucking every single drop of sauce, your noises started to become louder before he bit down, hard enough to leave a mark. the second your hand left your mouth, he moved from between your legs to your lips, catching them in a delicious kiss.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ parting your lips, you let his tongue roam free with the taste of the sauce mixing together. as the kiss grew more heated, both your hands were now tugging at his locks as his hands grabbed at your thighs to your hips, wherever they could before pulling away from you, wiping off the saliva and swallowing it, removing his thumb from his lips with an audible pop. panting, you turn to look at him and his smug expression.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “did you like it?” he asked, reaching for the napkin you were going to pick up earlier, moving in again. “jamil?!” you squeaked out, so embarrassed he’d ask if you’d liked the way he kissed you that you failed to see him grab the napkin in his off hand. regaining your composure you tried to act smug yourself as he closed in with a hand on your chin.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “i did, you did a great job on that,” you replied, feeling triumphant as his face only got closer, only to wipe the side of your cheek with the napkin. “good, that sauce took a long time to prepare,” he responded, getting up and throwing the napkin away leaving you there embarrassed yet again. turning back around and looking down at you, he chuckled. “want me to feed it to you again or will you refrain from being clumsy?”

©dollXMANIA ꒱·˚ - there’s no plot you were tricked gamers

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13 - Trapping our Girls

Part 14

Hybrid Trainer

@ellora-brekker @bigbendyhorns @fieryflower24 @foundationsretail

My boots crunched in the snow as I decided to take a walk this morning. Owen was out with some guys helping to relocate some dinosaurs. And Claire was watching Jewel and Maisie to make sure something bad didn't happen. Brushing my hair behind my ears I slumped my shoulders closing my eyes. Opening my eyes again my raptor tail swinging slowly. Walking around in the snow I break into a run picking up the scent of something familiar. Following it I find tracks before someone makes a sound of a chirping noise. Lifting my head up I chirped back seeing my sister Blue staring back at me. "It's nice to see you again sister." Blue spoke through my mind until I heard someone waking towards us. Baby Raptor nipped at my leg.

"I can't believe you have a child. How is it?" I asked to her mind before her little raptor chased something out towards the woods so we followed catching the smell of some form of meat. Stopping in my tracks there was a wolf dead in the middle of the clearing but something feels off about this. Normally there would be other animals here already trying to tear it apart. The baby raptor sniffed it before she screamed getting trapped in a net. Blue screeched out running in the opposite direction while I ran away seeing a truck pulling the net into the back. Running through the woods I stopped suddenly transforming back into a human. Gripping the nearest tree to me I gasped seeing the bridge into town. Maisie and Jewel are on their bikes closed in by two vehicles. One of them being the truck that took Blue's baby.

"No...Owen...the girls.." I breathed out breaking into a run as fast as my human form can manage. Claire bursts out the front door catching my tired body in her arms seeing I am in a massive panic. "What's wrong. Y/n, what happened?" A truck pulled up before I whipped my head around seeing Owen get out in a panicked state the same as I am. Breaking from her hold I collapsed into his strong arms staining his shirt with terrified tears. He wrapped his arms around my waist tightly holding me as close as possible. "Would somebody tell me what is happening right now!" Claire bickered in confusion. Owen kept his hold secure on me croaking through his own tears. "They took them...these poacher guys corned Jewel and Maisie on the bridge." Claire covered her mouth with her hands understanding the seriousness of the situation now. If the lab had them then doctor Wu could create more raptor hybrids from Jewels blood.

Bolting inside the house I kicked open the safe grabbing two riffles slinging one over my shoulder. Owen came inside grabbing the other one I had leaned against the wall. "Y/n stop. You can't come with me. Not this time-" He tried grabbing my wrist but I smacked him harshly on his arm feeling more angry tears this time. "It's my fault Owen - I could have stopped the baby raptor from being captured. But I - I failed - and now our daughters - that's on me too!" He takes my hand in his raising his freehand to move hair from my eyes. His green eyes had tears welling in them where he pulled me against his chest. Flinging my arms around his neck I start sobbing again where he ran his fingers through my hair. "Sshh baby...we're gonna get them back. I promise you that, this isn't your fault." He started to say something more but Claire called out having us break apart rushing outside. "Owen, Y/n!"

Halting in my tracks on the porch I sucked in a sharp breath seeing Blue staring right at the three of us. Anger clearly visible when she bared her teeth down wanting to kill somebody for what happened. Owen slowly raised his left hand in the air like he would during training while I followed behind him stepping off the porch. "Hey no!" He warned her watching my movements towards Claire who whispered to me. "Why is she so angry with us?" Locking eyes with my sister she bared her teeth swinging her tail slowly. "They took her kid too." I mumbled under my breath when Blue roared in my face claws sticking out. "I am gonna get her back. I promise you that." Owen said in his Alpha tone right before Blue raised her tail cutting his palm with the tip. Owen winced as Claire gasped before I raised my right hand alongside him. "Blue...lisen okay. We're gonna get her back, I promise.." I whispered where she growled running off quickly towards the woods. Claire stepped up grabbing the truck keys from the porch getting in the driver's seat. Owen grabbed my hand helping me in the backseat with him climbing in the passenger seat. Resting my hands on my stomach I released a breath praying that I wouldn't lose two of my three children.

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lubdubsworld · 3 years

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物の哀れ ( ‘the sadness of things’.)

Alpha Jungkook x Omega Oc!

Genre : Angst , Hurt/ Comfort.

Chapter 1 ⋆ Chapter 2 ⋆ Chapter 3 Chapter 4 ⋆ Chapter 5 ⋆

Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Summary : Nine months after her marriage ends, Kim Heejin is a reclusive artist, who works out of a renovated warehouse in Busan, her days and nights spent with canvas and paint. Its exactly what she’s ever wanted, to be left alone. And yet, that nagging feeling of incompletion keeps her on her toes. And perhaps, it is that longing for something substantial, something real that pushes her to give her flawed but lovable ex-husband another chance.

Chapter 9

“I… No. Just… please tell him I’ll be down…I’ll come down to the lobby to meet him.” I said quickly, panicking at the idea of having him here. I’d barely been here a day but this was still my space. And if I had him here then his scent would just seep into every nook and corner.

The room would smell like him then… And what would I do after he left?

God, what was I even thinking? Head swimming, I crawled to the edge of the bed and breathed shakily.

It felt surreal, climbing out of the bed and moving to the vanity . I stared at myself in the mirror as I grabbed the makeup bag I kept with me all the time. Wide eyes and parted lips, creamy gold skin turning lily white because of how the blood had just drained after that phone call.

I looked petrified .

Jungkook… I thought numbly. Jungkook’s waiting downstairs and I’m going to see him.

What is he thinking.... What is he feeling... why is he even here?

You’re not responsible for his emotions, Taehyung’s soothing voice in my head helped a bit but not a whole lot. What about my emotions, I though desperately, grabbing the tube of gloss and slowly uncapping it. I ran the end of it over my lips and felt my fingers tremble because I didn’t know why I felt this need …to look beautiful.

I didn’t need to, I though miserably. Everyone knew omegas were beautiful. Beta supermodels were beautiful yes but they couldn’t hold a candle to me, at least for someone like Jungkook. He was an alpha, his brain was built to find me attractive. I had evolutionary genetics on my side, which mean that if I ever actually wanted to seduce Jungkook , he wouldn’t really stand a chance .

But I didn’t want that.

I had had enough of that. Enough of seeing handsome, rich alphas being reluctantly attracted to me. They made it obvious too. Most of the hate mail I got stemmed from angry wives or girlfriends accusing me of seducing their men , even though I’d never so much as laid my eyes on them. It was so unfair.

I didn’t enjoy watching them lose their minds at the sight and scent of me, because i knew that deep down, they thought that all omegas were scum.

Manipulative, sex driven , greedy and selfish . Those were the labels I got plastered with , on the media and on the streets.

And Jungkook wasn’t different, I reminded myself firmly, pulling away from the mirror and grabbing the loose powder and dusting down some of it on the apple of my cheeks and down the length of my nose.

He didn’t think any different than the others. Jungkook’s views on omegas were just as archaic and bigoted as everyone else’s .

He just didn’t act on them .

Sighing, I dropped the lipgloss back in the back and brushed my hair off my face. On a whim , I pulled off the hair tie holding the thick strands together, letting the wavy tresses fall over my shoulder. I hadn’t cut my hair in a long time and it felt to my hips now. My stylist was adamant that it added to my aesthetic.

A primal siren, she had said staring at me in awe, like something eternal and beautifully dangerous. We’re lucky you seem incapable of hate, Heejin ...because I think you could bring grown men to their knees with that body and that face.

I felt nauseous at the thought of it.

Walking to the elevator felt like walking the plank and I had stop a couple of times, just to breathe deeply. I had to be smart about this. I was in therapy. Taehyung had taught me how to handle situations like this and while my heart was pounding too hard and my brain was too scrambled to use any of his therapy techniques, I still had some of my cognitive abilities intact.

He came here, i thought desperately.

He came looking for you and that means he isn’t nervous or worried or overthinking this because he doesn’t have feelings for you. If you want to come out of this unscathed, you need to get your head on straight. You need to pretend that you didn’t just have a minor mental breakdown at the thought of him dating someone else.

I took a deep breath, exhaling sharply before stepping into the elevator. The ride down to the lobby was barely a few seconds and when I stepped out, I realized the place was way too crowded for such an exclusive Hotel. And then I remembered that people were here for the Art Festival. I glanced at the reception desk, covertly, noting a conspicuous lack of Jeon Jungkook. The lady behind the desk held her hand up when she spotted me .

“Ms. Kim? Mr. Jeon just went to get you a drink...He’s over by the breakfast counter over there.” She pointed out the dining space where people were walking about getting breakfast and I swallowed, feeling hot and cold as I cautiously stepped into the crowd, trying to find a that familiar head of thick dark hair.

I felt the apprehension build as I tugged on my bottom lip between my teeth, trying to reign in the chaos in my mind but it was impossible, everything too loud and too messy. I looked around and then, it hit me.

His scent.

I felt my lips part in surprise, and it felt like someone had turned the volume down , noises fading into a dull hum at the back of my mind as I stared at him. He hadn’t spotted me yet and I took a second to just....look.

He looked incredible.

There was really no other word for it. Incredibly handsome, Incredibly beautiful and so incredibly perfect as the late morning sun lit up the room, picking out the shine on his white silk shirt. I breathed in deep, my mindeasily picking out the musky pine scent of him and I stepped closer, moving straight towards him and I caught the exact moment my scent his senses.

He jerked a bit, nostrils flaring and eyes going wide before he turned, lips parted and gaze a bit unfocused as he looked around.

When he caught sight of me, he just blinked.

I smiled weakly, body going limp with relief because.... because this was Jungkook. Not some monster I had to run from. This was Jungkook....even at his worst he had been better than some of the other people I’d met in life.

I looked down at the drink in his hand and smiled a bit as he made his way over.

“ This isn’t the same as buying me a coffee.” I said shakily as he finally stepped upto me.

His eyes danced with warmth.

“What makes you think I can afford one? Besides, aren’t you the hotshot artist? Shouldn’t you be the one buying me stuff?” He said softly.

“Just saw you on the front cover of a magazine. We both know you’re far from destitute..” Even through the smile, I felt the tug of emotion as I stared at him, felt the difference in him like night and day, the light and joy and ...contentment that seemed to radiate off him .

He smiled and held the drink out to me gently.

“ Heejin-ah.” He whispered.

And somehow it was the sound of his voice, wrapping around the syllables of my name that finally did it.

I felt the tears brim over, my lips parting in choked laughter as I stepped close and wrapped both my arms around him, burying my face in his neck and breathing him in. I felt him hold me, infinitely gentle and I exhaled sharply.

“I didn’t miss you, at all.” I said shakily. He laughed lightly.

“I missed you , too.” He stroked the back of my head gently and I sighed, fingers curling on the silk of his shirt. The fabric felt like liquid in my fingers and I played with it for a second, intensely aware that people were starting to stare. That this embrace had gone on for longer than social norms dictated but I couldn’t bring myself to care, letting my chin rest against his shoulder blades.

And it was almost frightening.....how easy it was to pretend we weren’t broken at all.

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“She was so small when I last held her... I can’t believe she’s running around.” I said, awed, listening to Jungkook tell me about how Mina liked to climb everywhere. He laughed, shaking his head.

"She’s growing bigger everyday. I can barely keep up.” Jungkook smiled, holding a hand out for me to step over the wooden slats that lined the tiny archway that led to the door to his building. I hesitated before lightly gripping his hand in mine, the gesture somehow feeling more intimate that it was.

“You’re not staying at the Firenze?” I asked curiously, resisting the urge to reach for his hand again when he let go.

it was such a ridiculous thing but I’d never held hands with him. And It felt ridiculously nice, to slot my fingers with his, feel them in between mine. His palm against mine, calloused but somehow so comforting.

I’d forgotten how warm he was.

Don’t. Don’t fall down this rabbit hole again, Heejin. We talked about this. He doesn’t think of you that way. He doesn’t. And neither should you. its unfair to him. He doesn’t deserve that.

“No... As you can see my apartment is barely ten minutes away and Soeun has her exams so its easier for her to watch over Mina here at the apartment.

“Soeun?” I asked curiously.

“Park Soeun? She’s a University student who lives with me. She’s doing a correspondence course in fashion . So she’s home all the time and she helps out with Mina. And she speaks Italian so that’s a huge plus... ” He smiled. “ you’ll like her. She’s a good kid.”

Don’t make that face. Don’t fucking make that face, Heejin.

I struggled to keep my face straight , like I wasn’t feeling the weight of a dozen bricks at the base of my stomach.

“A roommate...then..?” I asked quietly and he shrugged.

“Something like that. But mostly she helps take care of Mina when I’m out on an assignment.” He smiled and led me past two flight of stairs up to the studio apartment.

I wrapped my arms around myself as he stopped in front of a wrought iron grill, gripping one end and sliding it open with ease. And then he rang the small bell n the side. I shuffled back and forth on my foot, heart racing.

The door opened and I blinked because of how young the girl who opened the door was. A second later she was beaming, moving forward and wrapping both her arms around me.

“Unnie!” She squealed, hugging me so close that I almost choked. Completely thrown I could only gape at Jungkook who was laughing .

“Oh, I forgot to mention..she’s a bit of a fan. “ He teased lightly and I smiled awkwardly, watching as she pulled back to stare at me, her gaze trained on my face unblinkingly.

“Whoa...” She reached out and lightly touched my cheek with her forefinger making me jump. She flinched as well, flushing red.

“Shit..sorry...I just... I’ve never... I’ve never met an omega before.” She said softly. “ You’re absolutely breathtaking.”

I felt my heart pound, steeping back instinctively, an overwhelming urge to hide , anxiety pooling in my stomach as she continued to stare at me. I hated the attention and I wrapped my arms around myself.

“Soeun, enough. Don’t make it weird.” Jungkook said sternly, voice hard and the girl immediately flushed, bowing apologetically.

“Sorry...I.. sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable ... You’re pretty.” She said again before turning to Jungkook.

“I have to get some stuff for my exhibit, Jungkook oppa... Mina’s asleep. i’ll be staying over at Vince’s place for the night though. Is that okay?”

“Sure..have fun.” Jungkook smiled, “ Vince is her boyfriend.” He explained and Soeun nodded happily.

“Italian men are absolutely amazing unnie...you should try some.” She winked and I laughed despite myself.

“I just might...” I said with a grin, watching as she walked over to slip on a pair of sneakers from the small shoe closet near the door. She waved enthusiastically all but bouncing away and I blinked at him , shaking my head.

“I feel a hundred years old right now.” I said softly, still stunned by the girl’s exorbitant energy. Jungkook laughed at that

“She definitely has that effect on people... Come on, I’ll show you around.” He held his hand out and I smiled , taking his fingers mine and letting him tug me further into the studio apartment.

I looked around, taking in the full blown prints of Mina and Jungkook , caught in adorable poses in front of different tourist spots in Florence. I saw how much she looked like Jungkook now, and how openly affectionate they looked together, the love evident even in the still photos.

And then my eyes fell on a familiar painting , my stomach lurching.

“You... “ i turned to him in a rush and he was staring at me with a small smile.

“I had to bring that. It pretty much saved me, that painting.” He said casually, stepping close and running his fingers all over the print.

“When you told me this is how Sooah saw me...” He traced the picture carefully before glancing at me,” it made me realize that Sooah didn’t just want a baby.....she wanted a baby with me. She saw me as a father. As someone who could raise and nurture a tiny human and that... that’s amazing isn’t it?” He sighed, staring at me.

He looked beautiful, I thought with an ache deep inside me. The most beautiful man I’d ever seen in my life and it seemed almost too good to be true. That he was here, at reach. So close. I wondered if this was it. This had to be a sign. A sign that we’d come full circle. That it was over. That we could finally break free from all that we’d been through, and look back at Jungkook’s past with fondness instead of pain.

And perhaps, just perhaps I could reach out and touch him with something more than just the love you have for a friend. . Perhaps I could reach out and touch him, without feeling guilt and foreboding.

I exhaled shakily stepping up and running my fingers over the canvas. It was nothing fancy... Just a painting a painting of Jungkook holding Mina up by her waist, high over his head, staring up into her face with all the love and adoration in the world, The child in the painting doesn’t look exactly like Mina, of course, but I’d had no idea , seeing as Sooah had commissioned the painting when she was pregnant. But Jungkook.... Jungkook looked exactly like he did now : Happy and at peace.

“You’re alright, then?” I asked quietly , a wealth of meaning behind the words and he smiled , nodding gently.

“I’m fine…” He whispered , “ And I’m so glad I can tell you that, like this. Thank you for coming , Heejin-ah . I know you owe me nothing but.. I wanted to show you that… it wasn’t all bad you know. What we went through… Something good did come out of it.” He whispered.

I choked out a sob.

“I lied.” I whispered. “ I did miss you. Even when I knew I shouldn’t.”

Jungkook’s gaze softened.

“I have a lot to be sorry for. But I don’t want to remind you of those things. I just want you to know that… I understand what you went through…those six months. I understand that it was difficult and painful and i… I’m grateful that you didn’t give up on me. And I’m grateful that you stayed in my life. Because I know I didn’t deserve that.”

“You deserve to be loved Jungkook.” I said quietly. “ Its not wrong to move on. You deserve to… find happiness again.”

He stared at me, his gaze soft and gentle.

“I can almost believe it, when you say it that way.” He laughed. “ And… you know… I’m not sure if its love. But there’s someone I’ve been…. Well, I can sort of see myself with her. .” He grinned a little, smile boyish as he ran his fingers through his hair. He glanced at me and I felt my heart skip a beat.

Wait… was he going to?....

“ I met her at Taehyung’s practice, a year ago. Her name is Lee Hyorin.” Jungkook looked at me, doe eyes shining with excitement.

And just like that the world ended.

Or so it felt.

It was like being dipped in icy cold water, the shock of it rendering me speechless, lips parted and breath catching in lungs.

Blood rushed through my ears, so fast that I felt lightheaded, my legs nearly giving out. White noise filled my skull, pain lancing sharp through my heart like a thousand paper cuts, and I couldn’t really breathe. It took a few seconds…. For my heart to catch up with what my mind had just processed. And when it finally did, the pain was so excruciating, I had to clench my fists, nails digging into the flesh of my palm to ground myself.

“She’s an alpha…and she lost her husband around the same time Sooah passed..” Jungkook gave me a soft smile. “ She’s actually a curator at one of the museums here. She’s the one who made all the arrangements for me to move here to Florence. ”

“Wow… That’s…” devastating,. “ That’s good news. Jungkook.. I.. How long…” My voice cracked, and I had to swallow. “ How long have you guys been dating?”

“About three months now. We’re taking it very slow, because we aren’t really ready. She has a son too. He’s three years old. Mina loves him so that’s a plus.” He laughed.

My lungs constricted, breathing difficult and my head swam because ….. what. Realization set in so quickly, I was left reeling. I was in love with this bastard, I thought miserably. So in love with him that it felt like he was shredding my heart into ribbons. Every word of his mouth felt like a sharp deep stab, straight through the center of my heart and the pulsing, beating organ was on the verge of giving out.

“She’s going to be there at the dinner tonight at the Festival. She’s one of the organizers by the way. She’s kind of the reason I got in, I think.” He laughed , looking abashed and what a load of bull that was. Jungkook was successful and well known. Superbly talented at his chosen field. She was lucky to have him.

How can she have him when I’m the one who fixed him? How is that fucking fair?

“She really understands the things I’ve been going through, the past few months and because we both still attend therapy with Taehyung, we’re able to talk about a lot of stuff. Stuff I can’t share with others…” Jungkook was saying and I tuned him out, not wanting to hear another word.

I swallowed, choking on bile. I could feel sweat gathering on my scalp, my skin clammy and damp , the air between us shifting into something poisonous and filled with so much dismay, it was a miracle he hadn’t picked up on it.

Couldn’t he sense how distressed I was? Couldn’t he see how his words were hurting? Couldn’t he fucking see that I couldn’t live without him? Why on earth couldn’t he see me the way he apparently saw every other woman on the damn planet…..

Because he’s a shitty Alpha, I thought miserably, willing myself not to burst into tears. He was a shitty excuse for an alpha back then and he’s the same now.

A low, distressed cry began somewhere behind him and he jumped.

“Oh, shit she’s up… come on, Heejin.” He said with a bright smile, turning around and rushing down a small hallway and I willed myself to breathe in deeply, reminding myself that this wasn’t the end of the world. I could get through this. Besides, it was Mina.

Beautiful, perfect Mina who had been there for me. She would see me and she would give me that sweet gummy smile of hers, does eyes twinkling and I would get through this. Because her smile was what was important. Her smile and her joy and her happiness.

The sobbing had slowed down to small hiccups and I stepped past the threshold cautiously, watching as Jungkook bent over the large crib, carefully lifting her out and into his arms. She looked breathtaking, an absolutely gorgeous little girl . I stared, mesmerized as I stepped closer. My arms ached, and my chest tightened. Lips wobbling, I exhaled sharply, moving to reach for her.

She turned to glance at me and just as my fingers brushed her cheek, she recoiled.

Hard.

A loud wail tore through her tiny body and I felt my eyes go wide. Her casual little cry had turned into a sobbing , loud wail and I could smell the distress in her , the fear and distrust as she curled away from me. Jungkook looked stunned as well, instinctively drawing her close and embracing her, moving away from me because….

Because I was the reason, she was distressed.

My skin went ice cold at the revelation and I stumbled back, stunned.

“I… I’m sorry.” I choked out, confused and disoriented. Jungkook looked stricken, gently rocking her back and forth and she clung to him, gripping his shirt and I bit my lips, moving further back and I glanced at him, my heart shattering.

“She’s …She’s still sleepy… She doesn’t do well with strangers…” He said softly, looking upset, “ Maybe you could…wait outside…”

Stranger…. Was that what I was?

“I… I’ll go. I’ll just go.” I turned on my heel, rushing out of the door and struggling to breathe in air, my heart clenching so hard I was sure I was going to pass out. I felt my knees give out when I reached the couch, dropping down and drawing my knees up , wrapping my arms around my legs . I didn’t know how long I sat there, fighting sobs and choking on air…and when I finally came to myself, the sobs from the room had died out.

“She’s fallen asleep again.” Jungkook’s voice cut through the silence and I couldn’t bring myself to look up. I felt him move closer, felt his scent hit me as he stepped right up to me, kneeling on the floor in front of me.

I looked up at him, lips wobbling as I took in his handsome face. A face that was so deeply carved into my heart and my soul, I couldn’t imagine living without it. Without him. The tears came then, helpless and endless and so painful.

He pressed in closer, cupping my face in his palms, thumb brushing the tears that spilled over so relentlessly.

“Heejin…” He whispered and I let my fingers curl around his wrist as his thumb kept brushing the curve of my cheeks. I took a deep , shaky breath .

“She doesn’t remember me…. “ I whispered, “ She doesn’t recognize me at all…She hates me……” I choked out , despair filling every last crevice of my insides, gut twisting as I remembered how Mina had twisted away from me, how her scent had soured in distress at the sight of me, at the touch of my fingers.

And I wondered if it was different with this other woman..Hyorin, wasn’t it? Did Mina climb into her arms with ease? Did she curl into her chest and sleep? The way she used to with me, when she was a month old and missing the warmth of a mother.. ….

All those nights spent in that tiny nursery, lying on the cold unforgiving floor, watching the rise and fall of Mina’s chest through the dark room…telling myself it was worth it… it was worth being touched against my will, worth being treated like filth by a man driven mad with grief and anger….all because of this baby…this tiny little baby who had needed me….

And now…she didn’t even know who I was…..worse…she was repulsed by the very sight of me… I couldn’t cope.

“Look at me…” Jungkook rasped, voice raw and cracking. “she doesn’t hate you, Heejin… she just … you feel new to her… different…”

I shook my head, unable to think about anything beyond the sheer devastation that filled me, the way his daughter had pulled away and run, had refused to come anywhere near me. I realized with lancing pain that I’d wanted to see her, way more than I’d wanted to see Jungkook .

Because she was the reason I’d hung on for so long in that marriage which had been the biggest fucking mistake of my life…. the only reason I’d stuck around . Mina …Having her in my arms, her scent against my face, that had been the only genuine happiness I’d experienced in a marriage filled with sheer , unending misery.

“I… she… Why doesn’t she remember? “ I breathed, sagging into his arms, tears soaking his shoulders and his palm ran up and down my back.

“Because she was a baby. Heejin…. I left when she was a baby…”

“Why did you?” I snapped. “ Did it hurt you so much? The thought of living under the same sky as me ? Why you did you go?” I demanded.

Jungkook pulled back, hands coming up to grip my shoulder, holding me at arms length.

“Look at me.” He whispered. “ I had to … You know I had to go….I was hurting you. I was… I was draining you of life. Destroying you… “

Jungkook’s words reminded me of who he was. Of who I was… Of who I was to him.

I choked out, sobbing.

“I hate you. You treated me like scum. Like a crutch….. Like some sort of tool to get better and you just left… you…”

You found someone better. You broke me down and now you’ve gone and found someone better….because I was never good enough for you… I was never someone you could love….

“I had to let you go. I had to end that relationship because it was tainted with so much grief and anger and selfishness and greed. I knew that anything I did afterwards would be tainted by my actions… I… I had to make amends, Heejin. And do you think for a second, that it wasn’t the hardest thing I ever did? That walking out on you wasn’t one of the most devastating things I’ve ever experienced? But I did it for us… for this…”

I stared at him.

“And what is this?” I asked brokenly.

“This is me, being able to touch you like this.” Jungkook pressed a palm to my cheek, “ And not feeling guilt or sadness or grief or loss. I did it so we could have this…this… This thing where I can look at you and hold you and see that you’re healing. That you’re doing better… That you’re living the life you want…. That you’re happy. This is me standing here , in front of you and smiling because I’m happy too. Happy that you’re here. ” He exhaled, “ I’m happy that despite all the hurt we’ve been through for and because of each other, I can look at you now and tell you, honestly, that I’m glad to see you.”

What a joke.. What a fucking joke.

I smiled shakily.

“Well… “ I said softly, my stomach churning because I was done. Done with him and mostly with myself. “ Isn’t that absolutely wonderful.”

His gaze softened and he smiled.

“I want us to be friends, Heejinah. Even though we don’t see or talk to each other, I think of you often. And when Mina’s old enough to understand , I’ll tell her all about you… I want you in our lives. You’re a friend. ”

I stared at him , feeling the words echo in my skull . It left an acrid taste on my senses, the way he put me into this neat little box, friend. So ….insignificant. Everyone had hundreds of friends. There was nothing even remotely special about being someone’s friend.

Friend just meant replaceable and forgettable. And just like Mina didn’t remember me…. Someday Jungkook wouldn’t either. The knowledge filled my veins spreading all over my body and leaving a fierce, heavy ache in my chest.

It was my fault, I thought despondently. My fault because I had been an idiot.

Jungkook was the sane one here , I thought miserably. These nine months, while I’d been dwelling on him and worrying for him…he had done the healthy thing , by moving on with someone he could actually envision a future with….

What had I done, these past nine months? Dreamt up a fantasy world where somehow we found our way back to each other and built a life together… It seemed so foolish now, in the light of Jungkook’s words and his confession….

Jungkook had done all of this, not for me…but for himself. For his daughter whom he loved and for his wife , whose memory he wanted to honor. And perhaps it was my own delusion that made me think that I’d played some stellar role in his healing…. Maybe if I hadn’t been there, he would have gotten better just the same…. Maybe I hadn’t been a tool …as much as a hindrance …to his healing.

I shook my head, bitterness coating my tongue.

“I should get going.” I whispered , voice shaking.

This is it, I told myself. This is the last time you look at him with that heaviness in your heart. You deserve better. You deserve… a lot of things. And just because people don’t give it to you doesn’t mean you have to settle for less……

“So soon? Hyorin will be back in a couple of hours… I could show you some of my work, and we could get lunch ….”

I shook my head quickly. I didn’t want to meet her in his home. Didn’t want to see him being domestic and affectionate and …normal with her when all I’d ever seen was Jungkook in his anger and grief, either yelling abuses or gripping me with a lust that was tainted with violence and rage. I stared at his hands, the ones I’d liked holding….

How did I forget? That those were the same hands that had held me down and done things that should, rightfully have landed him in prison?

I shook my head, to clear the images out of my head. Looking at him now, Jungkook looked eager, happy and healed. And I realized that he’d just pushed all of his own actions out of his mind. Forgotten all about it. And that was fair. He probably didn’t even remember any of it. He had been drunk out of his mind, lost in his head and surely, forgetting must’ve been easy… A relief.

I didn’t begrudge him that.

But…

I hadn’t been drunk. I’d been stone cold sober under him on that bed and so, maybe forgetting didn’t come that easily for me. And I was glad that Jungkook could move on and be happy but….

But I couldn’t stay here and pretend that it was the same for me. I wasn’t happy or healed, I thought miserably. And maybe , maybe the sight of him moving on was a sign that I had to stop thinking that healing meant going back to him and his daughter.

“Heejin… What’s wrong? Is it because of Mina.. she’s just not used to…” He began but I quickly pressed a palm to his chest, smiling.

“Strangers.” I said softly. “ I know. That’s not it… You know I have to introduce my exhibit at dinner tonight. I don’t know what the itinerary is or what I’m supposed to say…. None of it.. I need to meet my agent and prep myself a bit. Its alright…I’ll see you tonight.” I said softly.

“I’m sorry… I can’t walk you back because Mina-“

“Of course. Don’t worry about it…. I’ll just…”

The doorbell rang, startling me.

“Jungkook!” A strong voice called out and I went still.

“Hyorin?” Jungkook’s face lit up and I felt my stomach churn. God, the universe really was against me wasn’t it? Sighing in defeat, I wrapped my arms around myself, sitting back down on the couch and waiting.

Behind me , I could hear hushed whispers, soft laughter and shuffling feet. My mouth went dry.

“Ms. Kim….”

I turned around, greeted by the sight of a tall, strapping young woman, pretty by any standards. She was dressed in a pant suit , her hair long and straight, hitting the top of her shoulders. She looked smart… Important.

“Ms. Lee… Its nice to meet you.”

She held her hand out and I shook it gently. Jungkook smiled at her fondly and his phone rang from somewhere inside the studio.

“Hang on that’s probably Soeun…” He smiled at me and moved away and I watched him leave before shifting my gaze to Hyorin, who was staring down at me with a small smile.

“Are you here in Italy by yourself? Or with one of your many …uh… patrons ?” She smirked.

I blinked.

“Patrons?” I asked softly. “ Excuse me?”

“Jungkook and I’ve been following all the stories about you, back in Korea. You get around quite a lot… don’t you? Every alpha within a 100 mile radius wants a piece of the lovely Kim Heejin… And honestly, could anyone blame them? You look exquisite.”

I stared at her, stunned. The implication was so obvious that I would be an idiot not to realize what she was hinting at. So this was the woman , Jungkook chose? Yet another prejudiced bigot?

I laughed a bit, feeling my heart sink.

“I’m not seeing anyone. If that’s what you’re asking.” I said quietly.

Hyorin smirked at that.

“Of course you aren’t… We all know that isn’t really something your kind does… monogamy, right?”

“Do you have a problem with me Hyorin ssi?” I asked roughly and she laughed.

“Oh come on.. we’re all adults, here. And Heejin, you agreed to be a part of this festival, knowing full well, that’s what we think . Its because deep down you know I’m right….. Omegas can’t stay with one alpha. They need sex to survive and they are usually open to it with anyone. Not that I’m blaming you or judging you for it. It’s just how you’re built.”

I smiled wide, ignoring the urge to claw at her face. .

“Well, you’ve definitely got me all figured out haven’t you? “ I shook my head, glancing at Jungkook who was making his way over.

“What are you talking about?” He asked curiously and I smiled, glancing at her.

“ Hyorin ssi was just telling me how my sub gender makes it impossible for me to not go around whoring with every alpha I see…….” I glanced at him and Jungkook straightened, looking stunned, “ Well, I hope you two enjoy your beautiful monogamous relationship with each other something an omega like me can only fantasize about…. Right Jungkook?” I smiled and he looked completely lost.

“Wait…What? Hyorin what did you say?” He demanded and she was glaring at me now.

“Please don’t take it personally, I was only talking about omegas in general. “ Hyorin frowned, before bowing and moving away to stalk off in the direction of the bedrooms and I watched her, feeling dirty and terrible.

“Heejin, ignore her.. she’s just old fashioned and-“

“Is that what you’re going to call it?” I snapped and Jungkook froze.

“Heejin…”

I shook my head in disbelief.

“I’m not upset about what she said. I’m upset that she feels comfortable enough, spouting that bullshit to me , in your house. Makes me wonder what else she’s told you about omegas, and how much of it you probably agreed with.”

Jungkook stared at me , lips parted.

“I… I don’t feel that way. You know that.” He said stiltedly.

“Do I? All I know is that she knows about me, about who I am and apparently, she can call me a slut…. In front of you, without worrying about it upsetting you. And that tells me you’re as much of a bigot as she is.”

“Heejin… You know that’s not it. We all grow up being fed certain things and –“

“But you did grow up right?” I snapped. “ you grew up and you can think and act for yourself. As can she. Once you’re an adult, you don’t have a single fucking excuse for being racist or homophobic or bigoted because being an adult means having the ability to unlearn the toxic things you’ve been taught and relearn how to be a decent fucking human.”

I shook my head as he stared at me.

“And you know what…please just… just don’t call me or consider me as a friend.” I laughed. “ Because I don’t think I can consider you one. Not anymore. You can’t…...You can’t just love certain parts of me and be disgusted by others you know? I don’t need a friend who can care about me and love me and help me as long as he can forget that I’m an omega….. I need a friend who can love every jagged, broken , part of me. Who can call out people who talk bullshit at me , who can look someone in the eye and tell them they’re wrong when they’re calling me names and that’s not who you are……. You’re not it.” I snapped.

Jungkook looked stricken, reaching out to hold me and I stepped away, annoyed.

“I’m sorry, Heejin, you’re right … I’ll talk to her… I’ll…” He began but I shook my head.

“Whatever. Just don’t call me a friend. We can’t be friends. Let’s just be what we always were , yeah? A big fucking mistake that never should have happened.”

I stormed out of the door, shaking.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“What do you mean, there are no flights available for today?” I snapped. “Tell them money isn’t an issue. I need to get out of this place right now.”

Minho looked incredibly stricken, hair messy from how often he’d run his fingers through.

“ We just arrived seven hours ago, Hee. Of course there’s no flight yet…. We can stay another day…attend the dinner and-“

“No.” I snapped. “ Absolutely not. I’m not here because they find my art good or worth putting up. I’m here because they know the alphas around here will want to pay more , to pour in more cash for a chance with me.” I held the embossed booklet up, waving it in his face.

“Heejin…” He protested but I shook my head.

“ Did you see the cost to get into my pane ?. Extra ….for alphas? And yet…apparently they had to pre book it and its filled? You think any of the lecherous bastards who paid money to see me , gives a shit about my art? And apparently, there’s a meet and greet, for alphas only if they purchase seven or more paintings worth over 10000 Euros. Do you think, that’s what I’m worth?”

Minho looked down at his shoes, ashamed.

“I .. I’m sorry, Hee. You’re right. Its offensive . And an insult to your art and talent. We shouldn’t have come here, you’re right. And I regret it… But just… give me a few hours, yeah? I’ll find a way to get us out of here….”

I exhaled sharply, exhaustion weighing heavy on my head. I felt like I’d taken a pounding, physically and mentally and I wondered how a day that had started so well, could go so wrong, so fast…

Shaking my head, I trudged wearily to the elevator, knocking on the buttons before sagging against the wall, letting my eyes flutter shut.

Jungkook was dating.

Jungkook was dating. His girlfriend thought I was a slut and here I was about to prove her right.

I wanted to slit someone’s throat.

Sighing, I watched the door slide open, grabbing my keys out of my bag, and moving to the suite. I opened the door before making a beeline for the bed. I collapsed on the soft duvet, groaning. I was torn between wanting to call Taehyung to yell at him about Jungkook and calling Minho to demand an update on the flights.

I was spared the dilemma when the phone in the room rang. Groaning, I moved to swat at the phone, turning on the speaker.

“Ms. Kim? There’s a Mr. Jeon here to see you?”

I blinked, feeling disbelief swell inside me. Did he not get the hint?

Annoyed, I sat up.

“Send him up.” I said, in no mood to go all the way down to see him.

“Up?” She sounded surprised, “ To your room?”

“Yes. To my room. Is that a fucking problem?” I growled, annoyed.

“Not at all Ms. Kim. He’ll be right up.”

I got out of bed, shrugging off my jacket and taking off my dress as well. It was a little damp because I’d sweated through the fabric. I grabbed one of my oversized t shirts , slipping it on and moving to open the door before retreating back to the inner room. Feeling annoyed, I walked up to the vanity and grabbed the hair brush, running the bristles through my locks. I heard his footsteps outside and stiffened.

“If you’re here to defend your shitty girlfriend, you can just leave Jungkook. I swear to God, I’ve had enough of this.” I shouted. He didn’t reply and my hackles rose.

“Listen, I’m sorry if I said something harsh-“ I froze when I reached the doorway, staring at the man in front of me. He had a large , almost humongous bouquet of wild orchids and roses in his hand and I stared at his face.

This was definitely not Jungkook.

“Umm… hi.” The man bowed awkwardly, his gaze going straight to my legs, where my t shirt ended, just a couple of inches past my waist. I felt the blood rush to my face.

“Who are you…Get out !!!” I shouted, horrified, diving for my jacket and holding it up against my bare thighs. The man held both his hands up, eyes wide..

“I’m sorry… I… you said I could come up to your room….” He protested and I scowled, confused.

“What? “ I stared, stunned… “ Who…what?”

“I’m Wonwoo. Jeon Wonwoo. I’m uh….one of the sponsors for this festival. And a fan. Huge fan.” He was staring at me beseechingly and I felt my head begin to throb.

The sheer relentlessness of this day…..

“I… Mr. Jeon…” So weird, God, “ There’s been a misunderstanding. I’m not…. I thought you were someone else.”

“Jungkook yes…your ex husband, right? You were married to him for six months after he lost his wife….. He’s also one of the artists exhibiting their work here.” He nodded quickly, running long fingers through thick glossy hair, lips parting in a hesitant smile and I stared at him.

“How do you know all that? ” I demanded, heart pounding. He immediately held his hands up again.

“I’m sorry… I sound like a stalker, shit. But Trust me I’m not. I just am a huge fan.. I looked up some stuff about you….before.” He shuffled a bit awkwardly, finally looking up at me.

I tried to catch his scent. No scent to speak of. A beta then. Relaxing just a bit, I swallowed. At least I wasn’t in any immediate danger. But still, I had no intention of letting him see me in nothing but a t shirt. Embarrassed, I gripped the jacket tighter.

“Why are you here?” I demanded angrily, taking in his appearance. He didn’t look like a hoodlum or someone dangerous. He was good looking, dressed in a white t shirt and black Jacket over plain black slacks. His shoes looked expensive and I didn’t miss the shiny Rolex on his wrist either,.

“Well, for one thing I own the Hotel.” He chuckled and that made my stomach turn. “And also like I said, I’m one of the main sponsors for the Festival itself.”

“Right.” I was too disoriented to process this, head throbbing. “Of course. Is there a reason why you wanted to see me?”

“I was downstairs…just now… I couldn’t help but overhear you with your agent. You wanted to leave as soon as possible. To pull out of the event and I’m just here to try and change your mind, Ms. Kim.” He smiled earnestly and I realized he was really quite young.

I sighed.

“Could you… Could you wait outside? I want to put some clothes on before we talk any further.” I said tiredly and he bowed quickly.

“Uh… These…I’ll just leave these here.” He placed the large bunch of flowers on the table before quickly leaving the room and I swore, racing to the suitcase in the corner. I quickly grabbed a pair of jeans, slipping them on hastily and zipping myself up before glancing at the mirror again. This would have to do.

I moved to the door and opened it, finding him right there, looking lost.

“I… come in, please.” I said hesitantly and he bowed again, moving in and waiting for me to close the door and take a seat on the couch, before sinking into an arm chair across from me.

“Did you see the itinerary? It doesn’t get more sexualized than this.” I waved the booklet and he flushed.

“I understand you’re upset about … certain things. I’m sorry that you feel objectified , in the festival. It wasn’t the intention I had when I first told Hyorin and the others that I wanted them to invite you. But , I’ve been busy the past month, and I didn’t go over the complete agenda. If I did, I definitely would have made sure that you were treated with just as much respect as the others. Unfortunately, there’s not much I can do now, but I’ve had a word with all of the panelists and also the hosts. We won’t entertain any question or comments of a sexual nature and if anyone tries to insinuate anything , I’ll have them removed from the panel myself. “ He said firmly.

“I’m only here because you told me you would exhibit my mother’s works too.” I said sharply and he bowed.

“ Your mother’s works are just as exquisite and I’ve arranged for them to be displayed right at the center of the arena, with a running slide show of her childhood , her art technique and the great love she had for her daughter.” He said firmly.

I could only stare. He sounded incredibly sincere and there was no mistaking the earnestness in his tone.

“I’m….” I bit my lips, “ Listen, Mr. Jeon, I’m flattered but honestly, I never wanted to be here. I… there was … something else that made me want to come and well, that turned out to be a huge mistake. To be honest, I’m not sure if I have it in me to suffer through days of people treating me like I’m some kind of sex crazed bimbo.” I shook my head.

“how about this.? You let me be your date for tonight and you let me display your work, today at the dinner itself. I’ll be right by your side. And then, I’ll have my private jet on standby and we can fly back to Korea. You deserve the spotlight, Heejin and I want people to see how good you are at what you do. I don’t care if I lose money over this… As long as you’re comfortable. ”

I gawked at him, stunned.

“Private Jet?” I choked out. “ Okay, now I’m genuinely concerned.”

He laughed.

“I’m a Hotelier, and I have properties all over the world and I like to inspect them personally most of the time. Its more practical to have a private jet than to try and align my schedules with everyone else.” He smiled.

“Right. Convenient.” I shook my head. “ I’m no stranger to excessive wealth, Mr. Jeon and trust me, it’s always left a sour taste in my mouth.”

“I don’t flaunt my wealth, Ms. Kim. These clothes? Got them on the streets of Florence. I drive a Mazda. Wealth has no meaning to me. People do. People like you, who bring beauty into the world with their craft. You’ve made my world beautiful and I just want to repay , in some way.” He smiled, “ Also, You’re very beautiful.” He added and then immediately looked away. “ I’m sorry. That was… dumb . I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable.”

Endeared against my own wishes, I found myself fighting a small smile.

“Just tonight’s dinner?” I asked quietly.

“Just the dinner party.” He assured me quickly.

“Alright. But I’m not getting into any private Jet. My agent will book me tickets and I’ll find my way back to Korea.”

“As you wish. I’ll pick you up at seven. What color is your dress?” He asked casually and I blinked.

“Uh… Wine red? I guess? Why?”

He grinned, looking boyishly handsome.

“I’ll see you at seven, Ms. Kim.”

He bowed, before pausing by the bouquet. He grabbed a couple of flowers, holding them up for me to see.

“Daffodils and Lilacs.” He grinned, “ To finding something new to love. And to new beginnings.”

Wow.

Subtle.

I shook my head, momentarily forgetting all about Jungkook as I grinned all the way back to the bedroom.

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“I told you… coming with me will earn you major points.” Wonwoo smirked as he pulled me in by my waist , holding my dress up for me as I stared at the sleek black limousine at the Hotel entrance. I watched as he held my wrist gently, latching a string of sterling silver and red rubies around the delicate curve of it.

“This is too lavish…I don’t want this…Who are you?” I demanded, flushing because of the way the flashes went off in every direction, reporters scrambling when they caught sight of him. He was clearly popular, if the number of photos being clicked were any indication. I regretted everything.

Wonwoo pressed a kiss to my wrists, right near the bracelet and gently placed my palm on the curve of his elbow, leading me over to the car and I watched the chauffeur open the door for us.

“ Someone who can get anyone here fired. Be careful , sweetheart.” I watched in mute horror as he bent low, picking up the hem of my skirt so I wouldn’t trip, while climbing into the limousine. The reporters began whispering excitedly and more flashes went off . My face completely red, I hastened to climb in.

“These people look at you like you’re some kind of King.” I stared out of the tinted windows seeing the sheer multitude of people and Wonwoo chuckled.

“ That’s because I am. At least for tonight. And that’s why I’m the perfect guy to protect you Heejin. They’re all terrified of me.” He winked.

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Jungkook found me, fifteen minutes into the event. I hung by the large archway, near an alcove, sipping champagne and nibbling on some hors d’oeuvre as people threw glances at me. I noticed the conspicuous lack of a date on his arm and straightened, sighing and bracing myself for more unpleasantness as he picked his way through the crowd, eyes trained on me.

“Can we talk?” He said, the minute he was at hearing distance and I exhaled.

“No.” I said casually and he made a noise of impatience.

“Fucking, hell Heejin..just…” He swore again, looking upset. “ Why are you doing this to me? What do you want from me huh?”

I stared at him in disbelief.

“What do I want from you? Oh, fuck off Jungkook. I want nothing from you.” I snapped, turning on my heel, ready to leave but his hand shot out, gripping me right above my elbow, fingers curling in hard.

“Fuck.. listen. I don’t know what she said to you. I .. I’m sorry if she offended you…. Alright? She’s an alpha… I can’t change the way she thinks…”

“I didn’t ask you to. I merely said that if you associate yourself with people who think I’m scum, I won’t let you into my life. Because I respect myself too much for that.” I said firmly.

“She doesn’t think you’re scum, Heejin come on. She just has some misconceptions about certain things.”

“God, Jungkook…just stop. Alright? Stop. Because I’m not asking you do anything. I’m leaving on a flight tomorrow morning and you’ll never see me again. That’s all there is to it.”

He froze at that, fingers curling harder around my arm and it hurt, the skin turning red. Stupid fucker, never knew his own strength.

“Ow, Jungkook let go.” I whispered, and he did, albeit reluctantly.

I rubbed at the bruised skin, furious. I watched as the redness healed over, the pain fading to a throb and then into a pleasant heat and I hated it. Hated that being an omega meant that Jungkook’s rough touch turned to pleasure on my skin.

“What do you mean you’re leaving tomorrow? The Festival is for two weeks.”

I sighed.

“I didn’t come here for the festival. I came here to see you. To see if you were as hung up on me as I was on you…but apparently not.” I snapped.

Jungkook went perfectly still at that.

“What the fuck does that mean?” He said softly and I laughed, shaking my head.

“Wow. You really never even considered it huh? Us? Together.?” It wasn’t funny at all, but I could only laugh. Probably because I’d been so sure.. So certain that there was something there.

He opened his mouth to answer but I felt a warm solidness behind me, an arm wrapping around my waist and a second later, Wonwoo was there pressing up against me.

“Jungkook-ssi… Such a pleasure to meet you.” He held his hand out, and Jungkook frowned, his eyes trained on where wonwoo’s fingers curled around my waist.

“Get your hands off her.” He said shortly and Wonwoo blinked, pulling away from me and stepping back .

“What the-? No. Fuck you.” I snapped, glaring at Jungkook before grabbing Wonwoo’s hand and bringing it back around me. “Don’t you fucking dare take your hands off.” I held my finger up at his face and Wonwoo looked momentarily stunned.

“Really, Heejin? You’re doing this?” Jungkook glared at me. “ We need to talk.”

“So talk.” I snapped. “ Tell me why you think a bigoted bitch is the best you can do in terms of dating. Tell me why she’s the only one who can ‘ understand’ “ I made air quotes, shaking my head, “ You think you and your shitty have monopoly on grief Jungkook? I’ve lost people too. Just because I haven’t screwed other people over because of it, doesn’t make my grief invalid….yeah.”

Ringing silence followed and I regretted everything.

“Fuck.” I whispered, shaking my head. “ I .. Shit. I need to get out of here.”

I pulled away from Wonwoo, moving out of the huge ballroom and Jungkook was right behind me, of course he was.

“Heejin…fuck. Wait. You’re right. I didn’t mean to imply that you didn’t understand me. Of course you did. Its why you stuck around… I know that. And you’re right, she had no business talking about you like that. I’ll have a word with her… But…”

I sped up, wanting to get away but he grabbed me again, tugging me closer out of the hall way and into a darkened alcove and I flinched when he pushed me up against the wall, caging me in, as he pressed in closer.

“What did you mean by that?” He demanded, hands coming up to grip my waist, curling gently and my chest heaved at the touch of him, the enclosed space making his scent turn potent, strong and impossible to avoid. My nostril flared as I breathed him in, familiar and yet so foreign, comforting and yet so fucking dangerous.

“By what?” I snapped and his hands moved up, shaping the curves of my body , thumb grazing the tip of my breast and making me jump, before moving up, gripping my face, gently. He pressed his thumb into my lower lip, rubbing back and forth, face impossibly close and I swallowed, throat sandpaper dry.

“About us? Together….” He breathed and I exhaled shakily.

“You know what I meant.” I whispered. “ If you don’t then I can’t explain it.” I whispered and he swore, head dropping against mine, forehead resting against mine, and lips less than a hairsbreadth away.

We’ve never kissed, I thought suddenly. I licked my lips, turning my face away but his fingers gripped my chin at once, yanking me around to stare at him again.

“Look at me, baby. Tell me… You thought about us together?” He whispered .

I breathed shakily.

“Of course I did…. “ I snapped.

“Then clearly therapy isn’t working for you.” He snapped right back and I flinched.

“What-“

Jungkook pulled away staring at me.

“ Do you even remember all the shit I did to you?” He asked quietly. My stomach dropped.

“Jungkook.”

“I broke your ribs.” He said calmly. I swallowed.

“That.. That was an accident. You didn’t mean to.” I protested. “ And we’re past all that… I don’t… I don’t blame you for it.” I said, which was honest enough.

“And what about the nights I got drunk, Heejin….” He said softly and my skin went cold.

“That… That was just… It was just an outlet for your grief… “ I looked away and he scoffed.

“You’re calling it an outlet for grief. I believe the world calls it rape.”

I felt my entire body shiver at the word , moving up to wrap my arms around his neck, trying to pull him close but he was stiff as a board.

“ Don’t” I snapped. “ Don’t …. Its over…it’s in the past.”

“It was still me. I was the one who did it and I can’t… I can’t pretend it didn’t happen.”

I pulled away to glare at him.

“So , what? You won’t give us a chance because of something I’ve already forgiven you for?”

“Yes.” He said shortly. “ Because you may have forgiven me, but I haven’t forgiven myself.”

I felt my body sag in disbelief.

“Jungkook that’s-“

“You deserve better. You always have. I’m not… I don’t deserve someone like you Heejin. You’re kind and breathtaking and I’m just… a broken mess of a man who’s barely getting by.”

“Oh, right… So broken.” I scoffed. “ You’re on the front page of magazines, you have a successful career and a beautiful girlfriend,,,,forgive me if I’m not breaking my heart over your failures.”

Jungkook exhaled shakily before looking up at me.

“ You wanna know the truth about me, Heejin-ah?” He swallowed. “ I just got out of rehab last week.”

I went still.

“What?” I was sure I’d misheard.

“I… I came here and about a month or so in…I started drinking again…” He glanced away and my heart turned over inside me.

“Jungkook, what?” I demanded, horrified.

“I got drunk and got into an argument with a cop. I hit him. They found out I was a single father and-“ He shook his head, “ I got arrested for disorderly conduct , Public intoxication and assault.”

I stared at him in disbelief, unable to keep the disappointment out of my tone.

“ Arrested for assault... Jungkook why?” I breathed and he flushed.

“I know…. It was stupid.. I… I was stupid.” He said softly. “Soeun isn’t a baby sitter. She’s a social worker. She’s here to keep an eye on me because they want to make sure I’m not a threat to Mina. If I slip up, they’ll deport me back home and then the state will likely take her away from me. Soeun likes me….so she agreed to lie to you ……And as for the girlfriend…” He laughed, shaking his head, “ Hyorin broke up with me after I got arrested. We’re not… We’re not dating. She was only there to get some prints for the panel tomorrow.” He finished shakily.

I stared at him.

“Why?” I demanded . “ Why would you lie to me… Jungkook ….”

“Because I didn’t want you to think I was a screw up.” He said shakily. “ I know I’m supposed to be getting better and I have but… But sometimes I just…I miss…. I miss home. “ He shuddered. “ And you.” He looked up at me. “ I miss you a lot, Heejin and it hurts and I feel like the only way I can forget about you…about us together is if I drink. And I’m sorry. I know I don’t have the right to miss you, not after everything I put you through but I… it’s how I feel. ” He glanced away, trembling a little.

I wrapped my arms around myself, stepping away, feeling myself go cold.

We stayed quiet for a few seconds, both of us staring at the floor lost in our own thoughts. I felt drained. Miserably so. Like someone had sucked all the strength out of me. I realized how badly I had wanted Jungkook to be okay. To heal and be himself again. And I’d spent the last nine months, fully convinced that he was. That he was doing what he loved, bonding with his daughter building a life for himself.

But apparently, he was also spiraling back into addiction as well.

It was like we were back in that apartment, both of us miserable but desperate to be something we clearly were not : Okay.

“Does Taehyung know?” I asked finally and Jungkook hesitated before nodding.

“He was at my court hearing three weeks ago. He’s the reason I haven’t already lost her.” Jungkook whispered.

“What did he say?”

“He thinks I should come back to Korea.” Jungkook said quietly. “ He wants me to start therapy again with him. Every week. “

I nodded.

“Fair enough. And what do you think?”

“I think I will. My probation ends in three days. I’ll… I’ll start making arrangements afterwards. I’ll probably be back in a few weeks time. ”

I stared at him, finally seeing the things I hadn’t noticed this morning. The shadows beneath his eyes, the worry lines on his brow. I wondered if he would have ever told me the truth, if not for this little confrontation between us.

Silence descended again and I bit my lips, a million thoughts running through my head. I felt the pull of his scent through it all, an instinctive urge to reach out and touch and draw him close and I wondered if this was it. That for the rest of our lives we would just be drawn to each other, reluctant and hurt but unable to stay away.

“You’re leaving tomorrow then?” He asked quietly breaking through the fog in my head.

“Well obviously not.” I snapped. “ I’m not leaving you. I’ll tell Minho, we’ll be staying here for a few weeks. Do you actually have a possible job back home? If you don’t I can ask my agent to find one for you….”

Jungkook was staring at me like I’d grown an extra head.

“ What?” I asked roughly.

He swallowed.

“No.. I .. I don’t have a job there.”

“We’ll get you one. And my apartment is big enough so you can stay with me till we find you a place of your own. And I think it’ll actually be good for you, because there’s a Fine Art photographer, pretty well know guy who stays just a few blocks away and e can probably- “

“You haven’t really changed have you?” Jungkook cut me off in the middle of my rambling .

I flushed, looking away.

“What do you mean?”

“Back when we were married… it was just like this.. I’d fuck up and do something awful and you’d just take it all in stride, get ready to help me out of it….”

“I don’t know what you mean…” I said quickly, “ Let’s go back to the party we’ll talk later-“

He grabbed both my arms, pulling me back to face him when I tried to get past him and I yelped, staring up at him in surprise.

“What?” I demanded. “ What is it now?”

“How do you do this thing, Heejin ?” He asked roughly. “ How do you just get ready to clean up every fucking mess I make like it doesn’t hurt you? Like I don’t hurt you?”

“What are you talking about?” I tried to wriggle out of his hold but he tugged me closer.

“How do you just…” He shook his head, “ accept me so unconditionally? Like… Its like no matter what I do, you’re just willing to look past it and I don’t fucking understand Heejin… why do you put up with me, damn it?”

I stared right at him. Caught his gaze and held it, refusing to look away.

“You know why.” I whispered, licking my lips, throat dry, “ And if you don’t…. I’m not going to tell you.”

His eyes widened , lips parting and he exhaled sharply, before letting me go and stepping away.

He looked away, shaking a little and I sighed.

“Let’s just get this night over with, yeah?” I said quietly. “ and then we’ll talk.”

He didn’t reply, merely standing aside and motioning for me to leave first.

I shook my head, moving to grip his arm instead.

“Together.” I said firmly. “ We’ll get this night over with, together.”

Author’s Note : i love these two. i’ve never wanted two people to be together so much.

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