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Mirage l Caleb

Chapter 2

Chapter 1 | Chapter 3 coming soon

Summary: In a world where power is survival's currency, you are a former top Colonel in the Farspace Fleet, now demoted to lieutenant colonel. You've lost your rank to Caleb, a newcomer who has taken your place. But when fate takes, it also gives. You discover that the man you despise is linked to the very organization you've been trying to expose for years. Yet, you find yourself being deterred from your mission as the line between loathing and love blurs.

Warning(s): Subject to change as we progress further into the story but main ones are: enemies to lovers, slowburn, major character death(s), extreme violence, yandere themes. For currently this chapter: reader is insane, mentions of brainwashing, malnutrition, and experimentation, fratricide, emotional manipulation, minor character death and guns, graphic violence, eye gore/ trauma, implied torture, revenge narrative, major foreshadowing, psychological trauma, morally grey protagonist.

Word count: 2.2k

Notes: This story is the Caleb girlies especially the ones who love Colonel Caleb. Farspace Fleet and EVER are not related, i.e., both are different organizations with distinct criminal histories. The timelines can be and will be going astray because this is a reader-insert. This feels like a filler chapter with hell lot of foreshadowing for future. If you have any more questions, feel free to ask me, and I'll try my best to give you a proper answer without revealing too much. Let me know if you wish to be added to the tag list for this. ���

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"Do you regret it?"

Your voice is flat — colorless, empty, like a slate scrubbed raw. It echoes in the sterile chamber, each syllable hollow and slow. Your face is shriveled from starvation, the skin stretched too tightly over your cheekbones, a frail frame draped in the papery folds of a hospital gown. Test after test had devoured your body, carved youth from your bones — but there’s still something young in your eyes, something that hasn’t quite died.

Across from you, your brother kneels. His colonel’s cap lies abandoned at his feet like a discarded crown. His head is bowed. His whole frame shakes with the weight of what he cannot take back.

“Every single minute of it,” he sobs, voice wet and broken. “I shouldn't have done that. I'm so sorry...”

He folds before you, hands clasped, face crumpled by grief, the proud soldier reduced to nothing but a penitent man. Behind you, a glass box is lit with sterile white light, lined with the silhouettes of higher-ups who watched not as people, but as mechanisms of control. Their pens moved in tandem, indifferent. 

You lower yourself to your knees. A mirror of his posture, hands drawn together in a gesture not of prayer, but of bitter imitation. A few tears roll down your cheeks, but your face remains blank. You mirrored his desperation with a detached precision like a puppeteer imitating his own puppet.

He stills, the horror dawns slowly in his eyes as he truly sees you — the pallor, the sunken cheeks, the trembling hands that no longer tremble from fear, only from what they’ve endured. He sees the aftermath of what he helped build.

“What’s so special about this position?” you murmur, voice distant. “Look, I’m kneeling too. Does that make me sorry enough?”

His breath catches, eyes wide, shame catching up to sorrow. He begs again, trying to reach out to his younger sister, hoping she’s still there, “Please…forgive me.”

You reach out, cupping his face with your hands. Your fingers brush beneath his eyes, catching his tears as he once caught yours when you were younger, when love hadn't yet been replaced by greed. 

“I do forgive you.”

You notice the exact second the hope flickered in his eyes, like a spark catching on kindling. That small, pathetic second. You watch his shoulders release, as if he could finally breathe again, hope blooming like a fool’s flower.

You continue without a rush, "Except my forgiveness is death."

Then, without warning, you plunge your nails into his eye.

His scream shatters the silence. A high, animal cry that rattles your skull, reverberates through the glass, crashes into the cold hearts of your observers like a warning. But no one moves. They simply write faster.

Your brother’s scream rips through the sterile air — hoarse, guttural, drenched in agony. It fills the room, bounces off the reinforced walls, and claws at your ears. But you remain silent.

His hands flail weakly toward his face, blood gushing from the ruined socket in thick, uneven pulses, painting his face in deep, wet reds. His body shakes as he crumples forward, knees buckling.

You don’t look away.

Instead, your hand moves to his hip, swift and deliberate. With a single pull, you draw the revolver from his holster — the one he always wore with pride, with the false weight of command. The cold steel rests in your palm like it was made for you.

You flip the cylinder open. It spins with a metallic whisper — the sound sharp, purposeful, final. Then you snap it shut with a flick of your wrist, the weight of loaded chambers locking into place. You raise the revolver and aim at his chest, right over his heart.

Six bullets. You fire without taking a single breath.

Each one hits just above the heart — a tight cluster. His body jerks, folds inward, then drops entirely. The life leaves him before the sixth casing clinks to the floor. He lies motionless in a spreading pool of blood. It pours from his chest in waves, soaking into the floor beneath him and radiating outward, thick and dark. The splash extends almost a full meter — reaching even his fallen colonel’s cap.

His face is frozen in the last moments of pain and disbelief. You look at him for a second longer. Then nothing. Wordlessly, you place the revolver beside you with detached care.

Your gaze shifts to the cap — the once-pristine symbol of rank now soaked in his blood, resting like a crown at the feet of a corpse. You pick it up slowly. Blood smears across your fingers. It drips down the sides as you lift it and press it onto your head with both hands.

It sits crooked. It doesn't matter.

Your brother’s blood trickles down your temple, streaks your cheek, drips along your jawline but you make no effort to wipe it away. You simply turn.

And from beyond the glass wall, the higher-ups stare back, impressed. One of them speaks in a measured voice, “The Farspace Fleet welcomes the new colonel.”

You cough as you frantically sit up on your bed, lungs convulsing like they’re rejecting the air. For a moment, you don’t know where you are — only the phantom of everything lingers, still echoing behind your eyes. You reach blindly for the glass on your bedside table, knocking it over in your desperation before finally finding the rim. The water goes down in gasps, not gulps, like you're trying to drown the memory still lodged in your throat.

Nightmares like these plagued you every night ever since that day six years ago.

The faint white glow of the clock flickers. Still ten minutes before the alarm. You could lie back down. Pretend you still have rest left to salvage. But you don’t. With a slow exhale, you push off the sheets and swing your legs over the edge of the bed to freshen up for the day.

You stand before the mirror, the sterile light of your quarters casting a cold sheen over the navy blue uniform hanging on the rack. It’s an alien thing, this fabric dyed with the insignia of Lieutenant Colonel — junior adjutants must have slipped it in, replacing the deep, commanding black of your Colonel’s attire like a thief in the night. Your breath catches, a bitter laugh barely contained in your throat. To wear it feels like donning shackles forged from threads of humiliation, each stitch whispering the quiet betrayal of your demotion. The cloth presses against your skin with a strange chill, as if your own flesh rejects the designation sewn into its seams.

Fingers steady, you brush your hair back, eyes locked on the new badges, aiguillette, insignia for the Lieutenant Colonel — these small, ornate emblems, representing your fall from the ranks. You slip into the uniform reluctantly, the stiff collar biting into your neck, the fabric stretching uncomfortably over shoulders that had once borne the weight of command with pride. 

Once dressed, your gaze returns to the mirror. Your eyes trace the faint, nearly imperceptible scar just a centimeter below your hairline — a fine, cruel incision, starting from your right side of the forehead and evenly straight till ending at the left side. The scar stirs a sour taste in your mouth, bile rising unbidden as the flood of recollections crashes through your mind. You turn away abruptly, unwilling to confront the ghost reflected back at you.

Your hand moves with practiced ease to the leather holster at your hip, the familiar cold weight of your revolver reassuring against your thigh. It is the only constant in this sea of upheaval, the single thread of power and control left within your grasp.

The corridors outside are slick with metal and light, the hum of cybernetic systems vibrating through the walls like the pulse of some great beast. Your destination: the cyber operations unit, a labyrinthine nexus of screens and servers where information is both weapon and shield.

You made your way to the far left end of the unit, boots dragging a little more than usual, and flopped into a vacant chair without ceremony. The hard metal frame groaned under your weight, but you didn’t care. You leaned back, eyes tracing the ceiling for a second before settling on the figure in front of you.

Inez sat behind her monitor, fingers already tapping at the keys, though they slowed when she noticed you. Her station was a clutter of wires, screen glare, and half-drunk energy cans, but she moved through it all like it was second nature. Over the years, she’d become something between a contact and a comrade — always at the backend of your hunts, digging through firewalls when your suspicions flared. She wasn’t flashy, but she was efficient and reliable.

Without looking up, she asked, “Whose data do you want me to pull out?”

You heard the subtle acceleration in her typing as she preemptively started combing the secure archives. Probably backdoor access — she didn’t bother hiding that from you anymore.

“Caleb Xia.”

Her fingers paused and so did her breath.

When she looked at you, it wasn’t confusion — it was quiet scrutiny. You met her stare, no expression, no hesitation. After a beat, she exhaled hard through her nose and muttered, “The new colonel? You think he’s with that organization?”

You rested your chin in one hand, fingers tapping a lazy rhythm on the edge of her desk. “Involved is too soft a word. He’s probably splitting Friday takeout with the CEO.”

She didn’t laugh. Just gave you the kind of unimpressed look that said she was already regretting asking. But she turned back to her terminal and began pulling records anyway.

“How are you still so sure it’s EVER?” she asked, voice even.

You rolled your eyes and sat up straighter. “Come on, Inez. EVER’s been crawling up the Fleet’s spine for five years. We’ve all felt the shift — ghost promotions, redacted ops, officers disappearing into black-site contracts and never coming back. And now, out of nowhere, an adjutant becomes colonel? Please.”

You leaned back again, letting your shoulders drop. “With the kind of access he has now... If we don’t stop him, we’ll be two steps behind forever. And I don’t intend on being behind. Not this time. Not with him.”

She didn’t argue, just gave a slow, acknowledging nod and kept typing. You watched the flicker of windows open on her screen, one after another.

“Alright,” she murmured, scanning. “No parents and was adopted by a woman named Josephine. She also adopted another girl. Xia’s three years younger than you. Graduated top three from the Aerospace Academy. Did some classified work under DAA for three years before transferring into the Fleet.”

You nodded, distracted, eyes drifting toward the rubik’s cube on her desk. Your hands moved on instinct, twisting colors into place as the room filled with the soft clack of plastic.

Inez's face has gone still — too still. Her fingers hover above the keyboard, frozen in place like they’d hit something sharp in the code, something she hadn’t expected. The steady click of keys has died, replaced by a silence that buzzes louder than any alarm. Her lips press into a thin line, her brows inch together just slightly — enough to make your instincts prickle.

You straighten in the rolling chair, the worn leather creaking under your shifting weight. The rubik’s cube stills in your hand. “What?” you ask, voice low, measured. “What is it?”

Inez’s eyes narrowed, her fingers hovering above the mouse. The glow of her monitor cast thin shadows over her face as she read, lips pressing into a firmer line.

“He has a death certificate attached,” she said, voice clipped, almost skeptical. “Filed by Linkon City Hall. It’s been crossed out now, but the reason listed is an accidental fire at Josephine’s house in the Bloomshore District. His body wasn’t recovered, but he was still declared dead.”

You didn’t stop solving the cube, but your focus had sharpened. Each turn now deliberate.

She continued without prompting. “The certificate was erased from the system last year, after he joined the Fleet as an adjutant. They filed it under document irrelevance. And here’s what’s interesting — before that fire, he worked with DAA. Then he vanishes. After he’s declared alive again, suddenly he’s with Fleet. No in-between. No transit records, no job switches, not even a relocation stamp.”

You finished the cube with a firm twist, all the colors falling neatly into place. A breath left your chest, shallow and unreadable. You placed it back on her desk, standing up with a smooth motion and adjusting your hat like it were a mantle being shifted back into place.

“Thanks for the pull,” you said, tone light but eyes fixed, unreadable.

Inez raised a brow, mildly taken aback by your lack of commentary. “That’s it?” she asked. “What are you gonna do now?”

Your silence lingered for a beat too long, then a slow, cunning smile took your lips. One that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Oh, you know,” you said, brushing imaginary dust off your sleeves. “Prod. Put our dear colonel in a spot where the mask slips. See if he holds up when things get... personal.”

You tipped your hat once — a subtle motion to bid her farewell, more habit than flair — and she gave a lazy wave in return, already turning back to her screen as if she hadn’t just handed over the keys to someone’s buried past.

And with that, you turned, your boots thudding against the steel floor as you figured where to locate him.

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[tabacore]

Chapter one of the LazyTabac circus AU ~

One of Daggers: The Summoning

Rumour has it that seven mysteries reside within the Kamome travelling circus. It is said that something miraculous will occur if you can uncover the truth behind each of them, but nobody is quite sure what. 

Oh? You don’t know about them? In that case, I'll tell you about just one - the most well known. Hanako-san of the Big Top.

  They say that behind the target in the big top ring you can find Hanako-san. A wish will be granted to anyone who manages to summon him, but in return he will take away something that person holds dear. To summon him you must push a knife into the target and walk around it three times slowly.

Hanako-san.

Hanako-san.

Hanako-san.

Nene’s teeth chattered as she walked, and as much as she wished she could blame it on the cold night air–her nerves got the best of her. She had never broken into anywhere in her life, which should be the main cause of her anxiety, and yet she found herself less fearful of bumping into someone who worked here than the idea that what she was about to try might really... She shook her head, trying to swat away the thought. This needed to work. Even if it was scary, it was her last hope. 

  The sound of performers changing out of their costumes and heading to their brightly painted caravans for bed had long since died down by the time she reached the entrance of the tent. Its usual blinding glow and boisterous atmosphere now replaced by a dark, imposing gloom as she ever so gently tugged at the bottom of the striped fabric and ducked inside. 

  The tent was vast and empty, yet as she made her way to the stage it felt like every seat was occupied, a thousand pairs of eyes staring down at her. What on earth was she thinking? Is she really so desperate? Look at her… of course she's desperate. 

  Her tiny torch did very little to illuminate such vast surroundings, which meant it took her a little while to find it–but there it was, tucked away in the back of the tent, looking rather worse for wear. The target must have been twice her height, and the leather straps attached to it made it feel like some kind of sacrificial altar. She was going to chew a hole through her cheek at this rate. 

  Nene knew what to do, she had it memorised, repeating the instructions to herself for the hundredth time that day, as she pulled a throwing knife from a box nearby and pushed it gently into the center of the target. 

Her mouth felt dry.

One.

Her feet felt so heavy.

Two.

Was it always this cold?

Three. 

Nene’s breath felt icy in her throat, the silence of everything cancelled out by the pounding of her heart ringing in her ears. 

Nothing? 

Nothing. She had gotten herself all wound up, scared and hopeful and there was nothing. 

Another moment passed and she cursed herself for thinking any of the silly rumours could be tr–

  Fingers. Long fingers creeping up from behind the target, slowly gripping down on it one by one. Oh god. What had she done?

  A voice, low and croaky and almost mocking in its tone rang out, “I’m heeeeere.”

  She took a step back, her whole body willing her to run, when suddenly a freezing cold breath brushed her ear

   “Behind you.”

  The scream ripped from her throat, no regard for all the work she had put in to be discreet until now. As she spun on her heels and lashed out blindly, her eyes were scrunched shut so tight she saw spots… yet nothing happened, there was no sudden pain, no more terrifying voice, no tunnel with a light at the end. 

  One eye cracked open nervously, but before she could see anything–the ‘anything’ cleared its throat.

   “A little rude, don't you think?�� 

  A truly pathetic squeak escaped her as she stared into the bright orange eyes of a boy around her own age. A boy whose face was currently obscured by her forearm, which seemed to be… reaching directly through his whole head. 

  Nene hit the floor, shielding herself with her arms. Not the optimal survival strategy in this situation, but then again, she thought to herself, running probably wouldn’t help much either. 

  “Pfft…ahahahahahaha!” The laughter felt far too bright and cheerful for the situation she found herself in. “Are you ok?”

  Even without hearing a single footstep, she could feel the presence sidle up beside her. She turned to find him kneeling, his head cocked to the side as he looked up at her, a grin spread across his face and one eyebrow raised. 

“I’m sorry!” Her voice came out a few octaves higher than usual as two glowing orbs floated closer to her face. “You–my–my hand went straight through…and the wisps… are you really…?”

  “A ghost? Yes!” The boy moved swiftly from beside her to balance atop the knife she had buried in the target, the tips of his toes barely touched its handle as he let out a giggle. “To be precise, I’m the seventh of this circus’s Seven Mysteries, Hanako-san, pleased to meet you!” 

  She looked at him properly for the first time as he tipped his hat at her. He was small, at most her own height, with thin tanned limbs and the roundest eyes she’d ever seen–such a bright orange it almost felt like they were glowing. His choppy black hair stuck out in all directions and the grin plastered across his face pushed his cheeks up to show off all his freckles. She had been expecting a tall, handsome mysterious man but he was–

  “Hanako-san… but no you can’t be! You’re way too young to perform in a circus! You look even younger than ME!” Nene pointed at the boy accusatory, all fear suddenly being thrown to the back of her mind. 

  A bemused look replaced his grin as he sat down cross legged in the air “Well, I guess things have changed a bit since I died? child labour laws were a bit ehhhh lax, especially in the circus. But I assure you, I'm definitely Hanako.” 

  “Oh, well that makes sense, I guess?” She hummed a little before deciding she believed him, disappointed as she was.

  A wisp gently floated past Nene’s face into his palm, twirling itself through his fingers almost affectionately, as he leaned over and pulled the dagger from the target with his free hand. 

  “I might be younger than you expected, but the rest of the rumours I guess you heard are all true. I will grant the wish of whoever summons me - for a price of course.” 

  The last sentence felt pointed, his eyes narrowing for a moment as he searched her face before going back into his cheery demeanor. “Don’t you have a wish? I’m all ears!” 

  “Okay well–my name is Yashiro Nene, I’m 16 years old, I live in this town and I want the guy I like to like me back this instant!” Nene shouted enthusiastically, matching Hanako's grin, before clamping her hands over her mouth as she realised that she had snuck into this tent and shouting wasn’t very sneaky. Pink spread quickly across her cheeks. “And I definitely shouldn’t be spotted here after closing I don’t think,” she whispered sheepishly. 

  Nene noticed how his eyes glinted like a cat in the dark as he scanned the tent, lazily tossing the dagger in the air a few times before pointing it towards the back exit. “Come on then, this way, you can tell me all about him somewhere you’re less likely to be spotted.” 

   “...You’re sure you’re not some kind of pervert ghost?” Nene hesitated, chewing her cheek once again as she looked Hanako up and down with concern. His mouth gaped open like a fish for a moment before snapping shut as he began crawling sullenly back into the target.  

  “Nonono, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it, thank you for trying to help, it’s so, so cool of you! Please?” She grabbed his arm and tried to pull him back out, the offended look on his face struggled to stay in place before his head lolled back to laugh at her as she panicked. 

  “Cool now am I? Ok, well let's get outta here already!” He flew out of the target at speed, locking Nene’s arm in his own and dragging her along as he ran towards the exit with another burst of laughter and a wink in her direction. 

  His voice darkened just enough to send a chill down her spine as he lifted the fabric of the tent. 

“Let’s grant that wish then, shall we?”

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[mothfables]

Snuggle Time

☁️��for anonymous🐰☁️

"Has anyone seen the Vet?"

Warriors' question was met with a chorus of no's. It was nearing dinner time and he hadn't seen the Veteran in several hours. The other hero hadn't gone patrolling, he hadn't gone to get firewood, he wasn't even sorting through his numerous items like he liked to do during downtime. Wars wasn't sure where he could be.

The Captain did another lap around camp, trying to ease his nerves. The Vet was fully capable of taking care of himself and didn't often go off alone, only doing so occasionally to clear his head or recharge from being around eight other people constantly. When he did, he always told at least one person what he was doing; this disappearing act was more in line with something the Champion or Traveler would pull, not the 'prefer-to-be-prepared-for-anything' Veteran.

As he walked, Wars did a silent headcount to make sure no one else had gone missing in the interim. Wild, one, at the cookpot, beginning to prepare food for dinner. Hyrule, two, sitting nearby and chatting with the Champion. Wind and Twilight on one end of camp, the Sailor hanging off the Rancher's arm as he chattered away like a monkey, three and four. Smithy, on the other end of camp, doing weapons maintenance with Time beside him, working on his own armour. Five and six. And finally Sky, leaning against a tree and snoring away, sailcloth wrapped around him like a blanket. Seven. Wars himself made eight.

Despite himself, he found a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth as his patrol brought him closer to the Skyloftian. Sleepy he may be much of the time, he wouldn't be snoring like this is there truly was an issue. The rest of them may tease him about his sleeping habits, but they knew they could rely on the sky knight when the need arose.

Drawing closer, Wars noticed another sound under Sky's snores. Listening closely, it sounded softer, squeakier... and like it was coming from under the sailcloth.

Wars ever-so-gently lifted a corner of the sailcloth to peek underneath. ...Oh. Of course.

A head of soft pink hair pressed against Sky's chest, a pair of thin hands adorned with rings tucked under the chin. A patched purple bunny plush was held close under one arm. Quiet, squeaking snores sounded from the boy cuddled close to the older hero currently serving as a pillow.

Wars couldn't help the fond sigh that escaped him at the sight. The sound caused dark lashes to flutter, brushing against pale cheeks, and he reached down to smooth his thumb over one. "Go back to sleep, honeybun. It's alright, you're safe here."

Legend gave a tiny, snuffly sigh and settled again. Wars replaced the sailcloth with care and stepped away. They could sleep for a bit longer.

[yandere-daydreams]

daydreams i hate to bring up a year old fic but i’ve been having thoughts about going live that have plagued my psyche for the past week.

i think that that deranged obsessed version of nanami is so accurate. he truly just wants you to reciprocate the love he has for you. plain and simple. though, you never will and you aren’t the person he sees on stream in real life. i imagine once he figures that out he’d start jumping through hoops to recreate that magic for himself. ie, watching your old streams with you bouncing in his lap, pointing out his favorite parts to you every so often hoping you’ll get the hint that that’s what he wants from you, or maybe forcing you to recreate streams for him with no camera on, just him sitting in the corner of the room jerking it like a boy going through puberty. all of your same mannerisms, the same routine, just with a far more intimate audience who might decide to join in midway through.

i just think so much of yandere nanamis issues are that he falls in love with certain parts of you or an idea of you. one that doesn’t and will never exist. going live is one of the only nanami fics i’ve found that truly encapsulates that. god im so normal about the fic i swear.-

eevster you and me are like THIS.

not to sound overly self-absorbed but i do also think about going live so frequently,,, i usually try to go pretty easy on nanami, but he's just so deeply the type to decide that he's the one who knows the Real, Genuine you and therefore, the only one who deserves to know you at all. whether or not his version of you bears any resemblance to the genuine article is unimportant. he loves you, and he's going to chip away at the facade until he reaches the version he knows will love him back.

he tries to be delicate about it, but it's difficult. you think putting on a show will make him happy, but he doesn't want an act, and it's so hard to be patient when you keep painting yourself in colors you think will please him (always just a shade off, no matter how clear he makes his preferred palate). he can't be blamed for getting more forceful, for taking a more active approach to tearing those walls of yours. shells were made to break, after all. he's doing you a favor, lending a helping hand. and if you have to replace your current shell with something slightly more calloused, slightly thicker, slightly closer to his preferred image of you? he can live with that.

he can learn to ignore a mask, so long as it's the mask he thinks you ought to be wearing.

[jxxbtx]

An Ocean Daze

Your seemingly innocent task of collecting reefs has now led to the oceans blessing you with a sight for sore eyes..

You were glad the seas were at a low tide this year round, the reefs you needed to collect to satisfy the lovely mage lay slightly wilted after being washed up on shore

You collect them in your basket anyway, knowing Hiori would always come through and find a way to make the best of it

However it looks like the gods favoured the reefs cause soon a light drizzle followed.. slowly filling the basket with water, you were fine for now.. just a few more and you could go back to the forests..

A crab snips at your ankle and you yelp gently tugging it off and letting it skiddadle away, getting most part of your dress wet in the process

Lady luck is really testing you today isn't she? You sigh deciding you could always come back after the wind currents slow down a bit.. Hiori always did warn you the oceans were unforgivable.

Soon came hail thudding against the sand of the beach, which forced you to find shelter under the bridge that linked the village outskirts to the Samurai compound

You use a cloth from your robes to dry your hair a bit holding the basket securely to prevent it from following the direction of the wind

Maybe you should've dragged Yoichi or Meguru along for company, they would've made the situation a lot more bearable at the moment..

The sounds of hail fall relentlessly but still managed to create a rhythmic masterpiece.. the ocean roars and the wave catches your calf hence you'd have to move a bit higher

And you would have if not for an inhumane screech that resonated from.. somewhere close..

The sound rung in your ears, sound of hail now just backround noises as you keep your ears sharp, debating to run or figure out if it was a cry of help

You.. choose the latter.. you just couldn't bear the thought of leaving some poor creature out in this dreadful rain..!

The ringing seemed to fade instead replaced with a seraphic hum, and your body almost immediately seemed to know where to take you

The hail raged on uncaring of the moment of tranquility you were experiencing

Oh.

What a beautiful creature..

Sharp fangs bared at you as it rolled you against the sand eyes scanning you intently as it's eyes screamed for bloodlust

"YOU."

"Huh.."

"You..!" It.. he..? hissed again pausing to poke at your legs hitching the fabric of your wet dress up to your knees

He frowns looking back to eye his own pair of humanoid legs with hateful eyes

"Walk" he says simply staring you down with still yet dialated eyes using his fingers to tug at your ankle

You squirm to sit up, the curiously innocent way he touched you setting a warm feeling in your stomach, it was telling you to run but he just looked so pitiful at the moment..

"So.. you want to learn to walk..?" You ask the creature of the oceans, watching him slowly back away..

He just nods sitting cross-legged now, choosing this moment to admire you a bit

You were beautiful really.. like a foreign vision he was never supposed to witness in his lifetime

He watched you sit up and adjust your dress again hesitantly holding your hands out to him incase he wanted to try standing using you as support

The hail drowned out in face of the beating of your heart that echoes against your ears and he firmly grips your elbows and reluctantly stands up now towering over you

He blanks out a bit at the view of you looking up at him all skittish.. wide eyed and lashes fluttering against skin and he can't help but wonder who was the siren between you two..

He holds your waist adjusting to the feel of knees and the texture of sand against his bare feet.. he hissed harshly when the cold cold waves caressed his ankles almost falling ontop of you as he waddled forward

You pause finding the action kind of amusing

"Did you forget you didn't have scales any more..?" You ask quietly coaxing his hands in yours letting him stand while you inched backwards

He just grumbled looking back at his beloved oceans, feeling absolutely betrayed by how it backstabbed him in such a way

"Mhm.." he says simply holding eye contact

Your breath hitched and grip on his hands loosen.. why did the oceans decide to bless you with such a sight on this random evening..?

His eyes were less dialated, and you realised they might have been the prettiest shade you've ever had the pleasure of seeing through a lens

No hydranga.. no forget-me-not.. no bluebell, could ever complete.. you think.. even the sky paled in comparison to the depths of his eyes

He snaps you out your 'observations' by tracing circles on your wrist, feeling curious by your racing pulse and the warmth that radiated from you

You smile gently building him farther from shore, but not before picking up the basket of corol you collected.. that's the whole purpose of your visit no?

The beautiful creature sits on the sand staring at the basket motioning it closer before quietly tapping it the contents, watching it's colours fade back into life

You watch amazed watching him literally breathe life into an organism

"You're incredible.."

He pauses watching your starry eyed before nodding, feeling heat up his neck which he has never experienced to date..

He quietly grips your thighs kind of entranced by the soft skin and the way it fit in his palms

You aimlessly pat his head

"What's your name dear?"

He paused flushing further at the term of endearment

"Rin.."

He murmurs eyes meeting yours, palms still attached to your thighs

You hum testing his name on your tongue

"Yeah? Short and sweet.." you murmur with a slight smile

He just nods, stomach twisted into knots at the sight of your happiness expressed with the quirk of your lips.. and how his name sounded from your mouth..

You offer him your name and it rings in his ears as he looks up at you

"Can I have you?" He asks nose scrunched but completely serious

You blink caught off guard

"Come home with me.." he practically demands, staring up at you with now dialated eyes

You shift thinking of how to deal with this situation..

Okay so. A deadly handsome man, gifted to you by the oceans itself, is now asking you to go home with him..?

The hail slows, the sound of the downpour building up a bubble of intimacy

Couldn't he have asked your hand in marriage? You would have agreed..

He stays still looking up at you slightly unimpressed at your lack of response

"Kidnap." He agrees with himself, hoisting you over his shoulder and steadily wobbling towards the shore, ignoring your protests after you realised you had a LIFE y'know? A whole ass BAKERY to run?

But then.. he oh so carefully adjusts you like you're a valuable artifact, awkwardly waddling around deciding how to get back into the water again and you decide-

Oh well..

The world could function without you.

And this creature definitely could't- cause why is he laying down on his stomach now..??

"I've seen penguins.." he elaborates positioning you on his back

"But.. this is sand??"

"I know.." he says grimly, just laying there

A silence ensured before you just sigh watching the downpour slow to a drizzle

"Wanna come home with me instead?"

He hummed rolling on his back to look up at you, seating you now on his hips

His eyes narrowed searching for any malicious intent

"Hmm.."

"We have a waterfall..?"  You murmur thinking he just didn't want to leave the oceans

But in reality.. he's battling with his pride at the moment, he wants to bring you back as his treasure not not go home with you as your treasure..

Don't humans follow that as the courting method too?? Men. first move.

"Earth to Rin?"  You ask furrowing your brows as you snap your fingers infront of his face

He frowns back immediately darting to nip at your fingers, instincts still not curbed- his eyes dialated again

But there was soon a moment of clarity, his eyes widening at the pained yet oh so pretty sound that left your lips

And he held your wrist delicately, nibbling on the spot he nipped

"Yes.." he murmurs simply

You pause staring at his lidded eyes and resigned expression, the pain forgotten in the face of his beauty

"Yeah.." you mumble back

The sun peaked out finally, casting it's rays over the sea and beach..

The unlikely pair however remained blissfully unaware, of anything but eachother..

NOTES :

• Let's just assume Sirens are cold-blooded alr? That's why Rin deviates to the warmth he experienced from reader, and why the heat from his flush was unfamiliar

• Coral are animals. I feel dumb, but you learn smth new everyday ig 💫

• This oneshot isn't apart of the main universe, I'm just obsessed with the concept of siren Rin..

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To the people of my taglist : I dunno if you would want to be tagged, for these kind of one-shots that r separate from the main storyline-

If you don't then I'm so sorry, I'll keep it in mind for a next time 🕊️

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TAGLIST : @bladeswifesthings @rainychi2 @kuronarnze @itoshiyom @soph1sticatedly

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[rapono-writes-stuff]

I hate this dialogue. I despise it so much.

[1980ssunflower]

💫STARCHILD💫

Slight design update ive been putting off for Ozzy Kozmic so that he represents current me a bit better. Would love to hear what you guys think of this update and if you prefer this design or the original

[herotune]

in fair faerûn where we lay our scene.......

im a little late heading into wyll week and im so sad but here's an illustration for day 3: modern au!!!!

wyll gives me theater kid vibes and i think modern au wyll would Absolutely be an actor. and i think he'd be incredible in shakespeare adaptations and historical dramas... so i Had to redraw one of my favorite shots from baz luhrmann's romeo + juliet with him. a modern au in a modern au...its perfect 🎭

[clairelutra]

tfw a truly incredible book starts to peter out on you 😞

[laurelwinchester]

There is no way I will EVER believe Dean Winchester was supposed to say, "and I you." There's no way they would've written the line that way even if it HAD been written. It's so grammatically awkward out of his mouth that it makes me laugh when I see it. I'm not against the ship, but the delusion about 15x18 is unending.

honestly...yeah. i have to agree with this. it's a strange and somewhat awkward line of dialogue anyway but it is a super strange line of dialogue to attempt to give, of all people, dean winchester.

listen, i am not anti d*stiel. i'm at the point where i have no strong feelings either way for the ship itself. it mostly just makes me feel a bit bored. i believe cas was definitely in love with dean. i believed that long before he said it out loud. it was pretty obvious. i think there are different ways to interpret dean's feelings - and yes, one of those ways is that he was in love with him too. it's very possible. ultimately i just don't care enough to put any real work or feelings into that ship in any way.

but dean would not have said that.

it is so stunningly out of character that i'm genuinely boggled as to how so many people are just like ''oh good. now we have confirmation. this sounds right. this is a fact now.''

if people want to believe dean reciprocates, i get that. of course people prefer their ship to be a mutual thing. i totally understand that. i have zero problem with that. but there's just. no way dean winchester would have said it in that specific way. unless he was very suddenly and momentarily possessed by the ghost of an old english gentleman.

which, to be fair, does sound like the kind of thing that would happen to him, but that would be a weird time for it to happen.

[i-am-pup]

Hate that I had to leave my big headphones at home, its too warm to wear them and the ones I brought to use are crap ;-;

[autumnoakes]

computers are so funny. sometimes it'll be like "this is the most difficult thing you can do" and as long as you're careful it's not actually that hard. and then there's also the exact opposite of "this is simple and straightforward" and then you fuck it up and spend all day fixing your mistake anyways

[blackpearlblast]

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[autism-corner]

waugh

[clumsypuppy]

moar of them

(guy who has never played cotl) haha au time

[producedbysohyun]

A Not So Secret Secret

Kang Dae-ho x pregnant! Reader

Summary: You and Dae-ho join the game to settle your debts, unaware at first that the other is also playing. However, there’s something Dae-ho is also unaware about.

Warnings: Reader is replacing number 222 but has no correlation with 333, Reader is pregnant, mentions of killing and stuff like that. might be slightly inaccurate I’ve only watched the show once. Not proofread.

wc: 3.2k

a/n: I’ve had this idea for awhile but wasn’t sure if anyone would read it so I’m just gonna put it out there!

Pt.2 masterlist

You had just finished the first round in the squid games ,red light green light, and you were terrified as you sat in your bed. Why were people being shot? How are you gonna get out? What is happening? A thousand thoughts raced through your mind at once until you felt a hand on your shoulder.

You turn around and your met with the face of a worried old woman. It was Geum-Ja, the sweet woman you met during the first game.

“Are you ok?” She asked.

You nod, not exactly in the mood for talking.

Her eyes flickered down to your stomach before looking at you again. She smiled “if you need anything please let me know..”

You nod again, trying to hint at her you wanna be alone before you hear a man yelling, saying something about a vote.

The guards reply a bit after saying that there would be a vote after each game, and a vote soon commences.

“389…please cast your vote….. 388.. please cast your vote” The voice of the guard said.

You were so deep in thought that you didn’t even notice who was currently walking down the aisle to place there vote until the buzzer went off.

“Another person voted to stay…” you thought in your mind… Wait what??

You couldn’t see that well from where you were standing but you caught a glimpse of his face.

It was Dae-ho.

“No… there’s no way… why would he vote to stay.. it can’t be h-“ Your thoughts were soon cut off by the guards voice again.

“222.. please cast your vote”

Jeez how long were you thinking for… whatever it doesn’t matter… you walk down the aisle shyly, feeling everyone’s eyes on you as you press the red button with the X on it. You don’t dare to look behind you, knowing who’s face you’d immediately see.

The votes for O only kept going up and by the end of the vote, O had won.

You feel the anxiety really getting to you and retreat to your bed, trying to run away from your worries. When you get there you feel a hand grab your wrist.

“Y/n…” Dae-ho says, a slight bit of panic in his voice.

You don’t want to turn around but you force yourself to, looking up at him.

“What are you doing here???” He asks in a not so soft tone .

“I could ask you the same thing…” you reply with an attitude, still upset about him voting O.

“I came to settle our debt-“ He tries to explain.

You cut him off. “And you didn’t think of telling me??”

He sighs trying to reason with you. “Listen.. y/n… they said not to tell anyone… I couldn’t risk losing the opportunity at the time… And you can’t get upset at me when you’re literally here as well…”

You rub your face in frustration. “I’m not upset at you for being here I’m upset you didn’t tell me and even more upset you chose to stay!”

“I didn’t know you were here.. if I had known that I would’ve voted X in a heart beat… We need the money baby….” He reply’s, his tone softening.

“This money is not worth dying for…” you say as you start to walk away.

“Y/n stop….” He grabs your arm softly.

“What….” You reply.

“We aren’t done talking…” he says, pulling you back towards him.

You sigh. “What else is there to talk about”

“Why are you here..” He asks. He thinks he knows the answer but he just wants to hear it from you.

“For the same reason you are…” You half lie. Yes you are here to try and settle your debt but also to get a little extra money for the baby.

He sighs, not knowing what to say.

You just turn around and start walking away before he grabs you once again but this time pulling you into his arms.

You’re surprised but you hug him back, not realizing how much you needed it.

While hugging you, Dae-ho couldn’t help but realize that it felt different, the way your body’s pressed together wasn’t quite as comfortable as your stomach was blocking him from getting to close.

He pulled away looking down at you.

“Y/n..?”

You looked away, realizing he probably noticed.

Five months before you joined the squid game you found out you were pregnant. You hid it from Dae-ho, wearing sweaters when your bump started to get a little noticeable and just saying you were cold despite it being summer, he didn’t think much of it. It was quite easy to hide because he was rarely home as he was looking for jobs.

You didn’t want to hide this from him. But you did, in fear that something would happen with your relationship as you wanted to keep the baby. You didn’t have a plan, you didn’t know when you were gonna tell him, all you knew was that you were gonna hide it for as long as possible.

Dae-ho’s hand on your arm snapped you back into reality. You look up at his worried face and just start crying, the hormones getting to you.

“Hey…. What’s going on…” He asks softly.

“I- I’m sorry-“ You stutter.

“Talk to me baby…” He puts a hand on your waist.

You back up, not wanting to be reminded that he knows now.

He keeps his distance but it kills him to see you like this.

“I’m- I’m pregnant-…” you say softly as you continue crying.

“W-“ He struggles to find his words “For how long??-…”

“Five months….” You admit.

“Why didn’t you tell me baby??” He says, still in shock.

“I’m sorry…” you continue crying into your hands.

He walks over to you and hugs you tightly.

You cry into his chest. “I thought- you would be mad..”

“Mad? Why would I be mad at you….” He asks softly.

“I don’t know….” You say, starting to calm down a little.

He continues to hold you and comfort you, silently cursing at himself for voting O, now realizing how much harder this is gonna be.

Later that evening you and Dae-ho join a group of three other boys, Gi-hun, Young-il, and Jung-bae.

You sit with the boys, your arms resting around your stomach out of habit and Jung-bae can’t help but notice.

“I’m gonna go take a quick nap..” You say to the group, your exhaustion getting the best of you.

You distinctively hear Gi-hun say something about dinner soon but just brush it off, too tired to even listen.

“I’ll be fine..” you say as you walk to your nearby bed and collapse on it.

Once Jung-bae notices you’re gone he looks at Dae-ho. “Is she um.. yk..” He asks nosily.

Dae-ho just sighs and nods and the group looks a little shocked, Feeling a newfound protectiveness for you, their new group mate.

After the group gets over the initial shock of the situation they start making a plan on what to do for the next games and how they are gonna survive as a group.

The sound of a voice saying to line up for dinner interrupts their conversation and Dae-ho goes to wake you up. You groan, not wanting to get up and slowly get out of bed before following him into the line. (He lets you go first cause he’s a gentleman 😘)

You guys get your food and go back to the spot where you were previously sitting. Right when you sat down a wave of nausea hit you and you just didn’t want to eat at all.

Dae-ho notices this. “Hey are you ok?”

You whimper slightly. “I can’t eat…”

The group looks at you concerned and Dae-ho speaks up again. “Why what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know I just feel sick…” You reply, leaning on him.

He rubs your arm softly before young-il speaks up. “You should really try to eat… the next meal won’t be till tomorrow morning… that’s probably not safe considering-“

Dae-ho cuts him off, not wanting to have you be reminded of it and get more stressed right now. “He’s right… try to eat just a little hm?”

You pout at him. “fine..”

You take small bites of your food, it’s not terrible but it’s definitely not making your nausea any better. Nonetheless you push through, knowing that you need to eat for the baby.

Dae-ho looks at you happily, glad you decided to eat.

You try to eat as much as you can before you just set the food down and lean on Dae-ho again, his presence comforting you through your sickness.

You end up falling asleep on him as the group just talks and continues their plan.

Once again, the voice on the speaker starts talking saying it’s time for bed or something. You don’t really know as you’re half asleep.

You feel Dae-ho softly guiding you off of where you were sitting and the next thing you know you’re in your bed, Dae-ho softly putting the covers over you before kissing your forehead.

“Goodnight N/N, I love you..” He says softly.

You smile sleepily at the nickname and reply. “Goodnight Dae.. I love you too..”

The rest is a blur until you finally fall asleep.

The next morning starts the same as the first. Everyone lines up to get breakfast.

You get your food, actually hungry this time and open the tin container, immediately eating everything while sitting in your bed. Dae-ho is with the group but if you’re being honest you’re not in the mood to socialize this morning so he decided to give you some space. That is until the old woman, Geum-ja, came up to you again.

“How are you feeling?” She asked sweetly.

“Better…” You reply shortly.

She holds her tin of food in her hands as she looks down at your empty one before handing you hers.

“Oh- no no it’s fine really-“ you try to reason with her, not wanting to take food from her.

“Oh don’t be silly it’s ok… You need to eat more..” she smiles as she hands you her food.

You bow, very thankful because you’re really hungry. “Thank you- you really didn’t have too..”

“Don’t mention it” she gives you a smile before her son comes over telling her to not scare him like that.

You sit there awkwardly as they talk before the old woman waves goodbye to you and smiles. You wave back at her before eating the food she gave you.

Shortly after eating the speaker says that it’s time for the first game and to follow the guards. You remember what Gi-hun told your group last night, pick the triangle. Knowing what to do for this next game, you feel pretty confident but are still nervous.

You rejoin with your group as you guys walk towards the doors into the colorful room with stairs.

You all walk in silence before Dae-ho speaks up. “You feeling better?”

You nod and reply. “Ya… I was actually able to eat so I feel alot better”

Dae-ho smiles and keeps walking up the stairs.

Everyone gets to the door and when it opens, confusion fills the room.

“This is the dalgona game.. right?” you ask Gi-hun, really confused.

He sighs and looks at you. “I don’t know what this is..”

The familiar feeling of anxiety crept back up your body but you tried to keep it at shore as everyone walked into the room.

Everyone stayed by their group as the rules for the game came over the speaker. “This game is the six-legged pentathlon. A group of five will be connected by their ankles in the order of who is gonna play the first mini game to who is gonna play the last. The Mini games consist of the following: Dakji, flying stone, gonggi, spinning tops, and Jegi. The group will complete the five mini games within the time limit and cross the finish line or they will be eliminated.”

After the announcement everyone immediately started scrambling, trying to find groups but the five of you just stayed with each other, discussing who was gonna do what.

Since your the only girl in the group everyone excepted you to know how to play gonggi but you surprisingly didn’t. Luckily for you guys Dae-ho would play it with his sisters and he get really good at it. So that was settled. Now everyone else just had to figure out what they were gonna do.

“I can do Dakji…” you said softly, not really knowing what else to do.

Everyone agreed on it and the rest of the line up was decided. You do Dakji, Jung-bae does flying stone, Dae-ho does gonggi, Young-il does spinning tops, and Gi-hun does Jegi.

Your groups discussion was soon interrupted by the first two groups going up, who soon later both lost.

As the games went on the waiting players became more immersed in watching the other players play and started cheering them on, acting as an audience.

A group finally won and everyone started cheering and jumping but you felt a hand on your shoulder. “Don’t jump don’t jump” Dae-ho said softly, not wanting you to use your energy or stress your body out.

You listened to him but kept cheering along with everyone else. For a second, you forgot this was a game where you could die and you’re not here to have fun. That was until gun shots from the other side of the room interrupted everyone’s cheering and brought them back to the harsh reality.

After many games it was your teams turn. You were the second to last team to play therefore you had no audience which your group was sad about. You on the other hand had no room to be sad as you were internally freaking out.

Your group lined up and your ankles got chained together. Then. The game started.

Your group walks in sync to the first mini game, Dakji.

You grab square piece of paper and throw it as hard as possible at the one on the floor, and to your surprise, it flips over. The group cheered as the walked to the next mini game. Jung-bae grabbed the stone and threw it at the other one, hitting it perfectly. The group cheered again and continued walking to the next one. They all sat on the floor in-front of a small table as Dae-ho skillfully handled the gonggi. Everyone watches in amazement as they pass right away.

They get up and walk to the next mini game, spinning tops. Everything was going good until Young-il messed up. Over and over and over. At this point it just seemed like he was doing it on purpose cause how can you possibly throw it behind you?? (Bro was totally doing it on purpose 😭)

After some focusing and stressing he finally got it. But you guys had no time to spare. Everyone quickly made their way over to the next mini game. Gi-hun quickly kicked the Jegi four times before kicking it way in-front of him.

Your heart stopped. “This is it” you thought to yourself before you were yanked forward towards the finish line. Young-il had helped Gi-hun kick it last second.

You guys passed the finish line, all relieved until you saw the other team in-front of you get shot. Despite winning, this made your heart heavy, remembering the situation you’re still in.

After getting your ankles unchained all of you walked back into the room, getting stares from everyone and heating groans from people that wished more people would die.

You stayed silent the rest of the evening until the vote. Your group had collectively decided to vote for X this time. You were sure you were gonna make it out. Until you weren’t.

By the end of the vote, O won again. And even worse, Jung-bae voted for O. Your own team member!

After realizing you were gonna be stuck in this hell hole for another game you definitely didn’t feel like eating, you got up and went into the bathroom, getting sick thinking about what you saw today and just because of your pregnancy in general.

*knock knock* “are you ok y/n?” The old woman says from outside the stall door.

“Ya-“ you wipe your mouth off with toilet paper before flushing the toilet and coming out.

“Remember if you need anything don’t be afraid to ask me…” She says reassuringly.

“Thank you..” you give her a soft smile before going to wash your hands.

When you come out of the bathroom you go back over to your group and see Jung-bae sitting with them again. Dae-ho must’ve brought him back.

You sigh and sit with them.

Dae-ho looks at you concerned. “Are you ok did you eat”

“I can’t Dae…” you reply tiredly and lean on him once again.

“Cmon baby just a little…” he nudges you.

You force yourself to remember that you can’t be skipping meals now due to your baby, Before sighing. “Ok…”

You eat some of the food, the nausea surprisingly going away.

“Drink some water too..” Dae-ho reminds you.

You nod and drink your water, immediately feeling alot better, still leaning on him.

Your eyes become heavy and you distinctively hear the group talking about something to do with a fight but you don’t pay much attention and fall asleep on Dae-ho’s shoulder.

*time skip to night*

You wake up on a mattress on the floor, super confused, and look to your right and see Dae-ho sleeping under a bed on the mattress? 😭

You look to your left and see young-il and Jung-bae also under the beds on a mattress.

Confused, you sit up and see Gi-hun awake, just sitting there. You get up and walk over to him.

“I need to use the bathroom” you say quietly to him.

Gi-hun looks at you. “It’s too dangerous to go alone-“

“I’ll go with her” the old woman says from the bed above you.

You and the old woman go over to the bathroom, only to be refused entry by the guards. So the old woman being the baddie she is puts on a pretty convincing sob story before the guards finally let you guys in, another girl showing up behind you guys and asking if she should come too.

“Don’t worry she’s a woman” the old woman says and the other girl follows you guys into the bathroom.

You quickly go into a stall and just cry. You’re so scared and you just wanna go home. You wanna lay in your bed again. You don’t even care if you’re in debt you just wanna go home.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the old woman opening the door.

“Are you ok? Is your baby coming? Is it your stomach?” The old woman questions you worriedly.

“I’m so scared” you say crying more before she hugs you tightly.

“It’s ok..” she comforts you.

That’s the last thing that things feel like right now. “Ok”.

You calm down after a bit and she leads you back over to your bed.

You step in between Gi-hun and Jung-bae, who is now up, to get to your bed.

You notice the Dae-ho is literally half way on your bed so you just decide to use his arm as a pillow. He gets a little startled but immediately falls asleep after. You hold onto his arm in your sleep, him being the only way to comfort you in this hell. After a bit of thinking you slowly drift off to sleep, feeling a little better that you’re not alone in this.

a/n: thank you for reading this took absolutely forever! I want to make a part two so let me know if you guys would be interested!!