#kind of intimidated! even though he gained his grips like 5 seconds later to talk back to her. which is why i think theyd have a funny

[ruporas]

special operatives (silly interaction beneath read more)

[ID: Digital Art in color of Trigun Maximum, characters included are Wolfwood, Elendira, and Legato in a casual meeting situation. The piece consists of orangey yellow lighting and purple shadows. Wolfwood sits on the left side, facing Elendira who’s on the right. He’s seated on a plain wooden chair with one knee up and he’s holding the strap to his Punisher in his left hand while his right sits against his thigh, He has an irritated expression as he speaks to Elendira. Elendira is sitting in a fancier seat, her right arm rests against Wolfwood’s propped up knee, her left hand holds her suitcase. She’s sitting cross legged with an amused expression. Legato can be seen in the back at the center of the image in his mobile body case, one of his eyes shown to be glaring at Wolfwood. End ID]

[ID: Sketch, uncolored comic. Elendira says to Wolfwood, “I’m not telling you to dedicate yourself to him, but just accept the situation at hand. We could get along better if we were on the same page.” Wolfwood responds, “Don’t peg me me for an optimist. I’m not dumb. But, I’m also not going to just live in resignation. Plus, I don’t have any interest in getting along with ya.” Elendira coos, “Aw, you sure? I have a wonderful shoulder to cry on when the weak people you’re trying to protect eventually dies in the coming months. Though, I guess it’s fine. Someone like you might just die before then anyway...” She snickers in her hand while Wolfwood is speechless and just glares. Legato is faintly drawn in the back, glaring at Wolfwood, muttering “worthless” repetitively. End ID]

[moonyblackwerewolf]

Betrothed Ch. 1 - Sirius Black

Sirius Black x fem!Reader

Word count: 2.653

Summary: Sirius and Y/N meet at a family dinner and have some fun, later she finds out she is betrothed to some pureblood boy so Sirius comes up with a mental idea to save them both. 

warnings: Kissing, hints of sex, 'aggressive' parents, underage drinking, idk my writing and English? lol

a/n: so this is just an idea for a possible series!! i never published anything before so i’m kind of scared but i really hope you like it!! :) xxx

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch. 2.5 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch. 5 

(not my gif)

Diner party

The Royal Manor of Watson was a cold palace, stone walls, rich decorations, sumptuous, but intimidating. The Watsons were cold people, living in a house too big for five people, but Y/N thought it was only fitting, since her parent’s ego was as big as the manor itself. Their pureblood mania deep in their minds, untouchable, which made their daughter’s life miserable. They were the perfect family on the outside but rotten in the inside, three children, Diana, two years older than Y/N, beautiful, smart and most importantly just as purist as their parents and William, tall, handsome, sophisticate and serious, he was the older sibling, three years older than Diana, he was already working with their father on the Ministry of Magic, daddy’s favourite. Home was big, impressive, a dream home if you saw it, libraries, uncountable bedrooms and living rooms, ball rooms, huge gardens, and everything you could ask for but it was far from being a welcoming home.

Though, all of her miserableness went away once she first went to Hogwarts. Of course, being sorted in Slytherin and having good grades was minimal when it came to living up to her parents’s expectations, which were high and if not complied there would most certainly have severe consequences, but still Hogwarts was more of a Home than the Watson Manor ever was. 

Throughout the years, Hogwarts had become her first true home. There she felt the warm winds, the familiar feeling in the great halls, friendships, all she ever hoped for was there, a home, but not quite yet. She met Elizabeth Greengrass a blonde, tall thin girl with deep grey eyes and enviable beauty, Katherine Abbott who looked almost like Diana, but shorter, longer darker hair, blue-green eyes and thiner face. The three girls became best friends right after being sorted into Slytherin. Later on her second year she met Elijah Lestrange, through her sister, he was a year older, handsome and had a polite appearance. Y/N loved her friends but they shared the same blind beliefs her parents do, she’d always nod when they talked about mudblood, choosing not to create conflict, she couldn’t help but feel a little out of place, her parents couldn't disagree more, controlling they way they were, they were more than satisfied to know that their daughter’s inner circle contained only close family friends’s children.

The Marauders were quite famous for their pranks since first year, Y/N always admired their courage and wit, but her siblings and friends didn’t share the same opinion. When she was around them she’d always get a look from her sister, her brother or her friends would push her away, which only made them more interesting. Although, with time, she stopped trying and just kept living her life the way her family wanted her to.

Until summer break before 5th year, at least. 

By then Sirius had already gained his bad boy reputation. Y/N had known Black for a long time, only by sight, his family was friends with hers and his cousin, Narcissa, hangs out with her sister, she’d see him in the pureblood elite parties they were forced to attend, they’d exchange glances but never talked. Sirius was once again being forced to go to some snobby party from snobby people. He couldn’t count in a thousand hands how many other places he’d rather be, but there he was sitting in a huge room full of people he despised, until a certain girl he recognised from other dinner parties and Hogwarts caught his attention, she was Remus’ partner in DADA, though he wasn’t sure, he never paid much attention in classes, pranking the student body was much more entertaining.

She caught his eye from a couch across the room. She was stunning, he thought, her slightly wavy H/C hair matching her S/C skin, freckled rosy cheeks and her alluring E/C eyes. Sirius only hoping she was different from the other brainwashed people in that house.

“Hey” Sirius said softly while he approached the girl that was, apparently, just as bored as he was, to his luck. “Not your scene, love?” He asked with his signature smirk on his face, wanting some good company for once at these afternoons.

“Not really” she chuckled, not knowing exactly what else to say, they weren’t close and she was a bit shy. But she was being honest, these parties were hell, full of families who thought too much of themselves, she didn't feel much like them, but she could fit in she was quiet and not nearly as loud as Sirius was about her beliefs. No one knew. 

“By any chance would you know whose death palace are we on? I mean it’s huge but it looks like Salazar himself lived here, it gives me the creeps” he paused laughing “and my house it’s not a Hufflepuff common room or anything” Sirius said mockingly, not knowing exactly who he was talking with.

“Well” she chuckled awkwardly “It is my parents’, but i know, it’s not very homey, looks like a dark theatre or something and Salazar did live here, family heirloom” she laughed for real this time, she didn’t take it as an offence, if anything she couldn’t agree more.

“How come we never crossed each others path before?” Sirius asked wondering why they never talked on one of those parties or at school.

“I guess I usually just stay in the corners, like today” she chuckled.

The two of them bonded after talking for a while, they discovered that both of them hated these things, Sirius couldn't get how she managed to hide her feelings so well, she looked so much like them. After laughing, talking about school, Sirius was a part of the infamous marauders, telling stories and joking around, for the first time any of them could think of, they had fun in a family party, since Sirius’ friends weren’t pureblood except for Potter but his family had been banished from the sacred twenty-eight for being “blood traitors” and Y/N’s friends’ parents kept them at their side the whole time for “good image”. 

Y/N stole a bottle of fire whiskey from the cellar and started showing the house to Sirius, while the two of them drank more than their bodies could handle, who was just as pleased as her for making fun of the paintings and carpets and the fancy but useless stuff their families valued so much. As they entered a room, particularly big and empty, Sirius had to catch his breath, Y/N and him started running through the halls before entering the room they were now on. He had only now realised that he had grabbed her hand, and apparently she hadn’t noticed until now too, making her blush furiously, releasing each other’s hand quickly and Sirius teased.

“getting comfy are we?” He smirked, as she blushed at his comment. They were very close, he could feel her breath catching. “Where would we be now, love?” He asked inching closer to her.

The both teenagers weren’t thinking straight anymore, the alcohol in their system already influencing their emotions. All they could think about, was how their touch felt electrical and the magnetic pull they were feeling towards each other, wondering how would their lips feel like. They just wanted to have fun, not caring about consequences that moment.

“Ball room” she said innocently but still a bit teasingly, not backing away from him as he inched closer to her “East wing, third floor, far away from where the party is going on, on the first floor” she bit her lip “But still very close to a room-” she said boldly wanting to see his reaction to her suggestions “-two doors away near a window at the end of the hall next to a beautiful painting of my favourite flowers” she said voice husky and breathy, making Sirius groan.

He chuckled low, “And may I ask you whose room is that?” They were now so close that their lips were slightly brushing.

“Why don’t you take me there and see for yourself” she said feeling a flip on her stomach and with a swift motion he lift her up bridal style, making her shiver at the contact, but then laughed, his hand gripping her body and legs tightly as he followed her instructions to get to her room. Once there, he settled her down on her bed and admired the girl in front of him, lust in his eyes. She smiled and bit her lip, she knew Sirius’ reputation, only one night stands, he was a ladies man, but she didn’t care, she wanted him, the fact that her mother would murder her if she ever found out only made it all more exciting.

Sirius took a look at the room, it wasn’t dark as the rest of the house was, it was still sophisticated, but nicer, the detailed wood on the wall was white and, above, the wall it self was light lilac, the room had big windows covered by delicate curtains and even had a balcony, and everything matched between the lilac and whites tones, she had a few paintings and pictures, and flowers, probably fake but still beautiful, the same flowers as on the darker painting outside, her four poster bed that matched the couches by the windows had delicate semi transparent white curtains and her silk white sheets were under a soft lilac blanket, she had a lot of silk pillows with subtle embroidered details on the corners, it was certainly appealing he thought, a beautiful room fit for a princess. Then he was brought back to reality.

“Do you think our parents are wondering where we are?” He asked with a still semi amazed look, it made her laugh, she patted the sheets next to her, inviting him to sit, he sat closely to her and then suddenly she went to the middle of the bed, which was big, pushing his wrists and they sat there, her legs crossed.

“They probably are” she affirmed giggly, she hadn't let his wrists go yet, she was holding it gently. “But, they won’t find us here, even though it’s pretty obvious that i’d hide in my room. Mom and dad wouldn’t leave the party” She paused and laughed “And well your parents certainly won’t come up here to my room i guess” He chuckled at her commentary.

“Well, well, miss perfect pureblood daughter escaping a dinner-party with the rebel Black son, who’d have thought” Sirius said dramatically, she laughed at him.

“Guess this Black here is just a bad influence on me, or… I just put on a good facade” she said more serious this time, voice low, eyes fixated on his. Her hand tracing their way up his arm, his gaze fixed on her movements. “And the fact that if mommy finds out i brought a guy to my room, and that he’s in my bed with me, would make her go crazy, only turns me on” Sirius let a little breathy moan escape his throat.

When Sirius looked at her she was already looking at him, lust all over her eyes. He trailed off just a little and asked, voice low “Y/N… are you sure you want this?” She nodded so he grabbed her waist and pulled her to his lap, he was holding her waist, lips brushing, he finally kissed her, the kiss felt electrical, it was slow and passionate at first but then I grew more heated. One of her hands was wrapped in his neck, the other was holding his chest going slowly lower, he was pulling her impossibly closer, the both couldn't get enough of each other. They had to pause for catching a breath, in the mean time Sirius leant over pushing Y/N down onto bed earning a tiny moan form her. They started kissing again, but this time was less passionate, more lustful and heated, Sirius started fiddling with her dress’ zipper and took it off slowly, undressing her, tracing kisses in each piece of newly exposed skin until she was only in her underwear, She, then, pushed his blazer off then started unbuttoning his shirt while kissing and sucking his neck making him moan. Once they were both in their underwear Sirius looked at her searching for a final consent, when she nodded, he took the rest of their clothes off.

“What do you want princess?” He asked kissing his way down from her cheek, to her jaw, neck, breasts and she moaned a little louder, the nickname turned her on even more. “Hmm??” He groaned waiting for her answer. “I want to her you say it”

“I… want you” she said between moans, after that she pulled his boxers down kissing him desperately, waiting to feel him against her in the most intimate way possible, the feeling was ethereal.

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They laid in her bed legs tangled under the silk sheets, her head laid in his chest, his hands caressing her back while the other wrapped around her waist pulling her closer, making her shiver, the both of them catching their breaths while he stroke figure eights on her back inhaling her delicate floral floral scent. It felt heavenly to be there by his side, neither of them wanting to let go of one another, enjoying every moment before reality came back to them, but they knew they’ve been gone for too long, the party was probably ending.

“Sirius” she said voice as low as a whisper “This was nice” he smiled at her and pulled her to a kiss.

“Yes, it’s nice to have some fun in these events, and you love, are the most fun I could've had today” he said trailing his hand on her lower back “I mean, this is certainly the best place my parents could’ve dragged me to”. It made her chuckle. He never thought he’d fuck a girl his mother would approve and in one of their elite parties, but here he was, proof that Sirius Black always managed to corrupt girls, anywhere.

“Glad you liked it then” she said chuckling while she buried her head in his neck. But they couldn’t go on with this any longer. “You should go first” she said “Your parents are probably looking for you and it would be suspicious if we showed up together” she advised “Since the fact that we’re both missing from the party is already very much suspicious” she said laughing this time.

“Sure, love” he helped her get dressed before dressing himself and gave one last peck on her lips before getting out of bed. “See you” with a wink and that signature smile of his, he left, leaving her there with her thoughts about the events of this evening and the captivating boy, while rubbing her hands lightly where he left love bites on her neck, knowing she’d have trouble walking tomorrow and a bad headache from all the drinking. She decided it was best if she took a shower, changed into her pyjamas and if her parents show up there, she’d say she wasn't feeling well and wanted to sleep.

On his way back Sirius kept thinking about Y/N and how much they’re alike, she was the only nice person he met in one of those parties, she was a good kisser too. Starting to get confused on why he was thinking so much about the girl and the strange feeling she caused on him, but then assumed it was because of all the drinking, he didn't realise his mother, father and brother were waiting for him in the foyer and their faces weren’t kind, he knew it’d be a long night back home. But he didn’t care his only thoughts were about going back to Hogwarts and seeing her again.

[slashbitch2]

Chapter Six (Jennifer Barkley x Reader)

Previous Chapter

The entire day, nay week leading up to Jen's arrival was fraught with tension. Time went all too quickly, yet dragged simultaneously. By Friday you were brimming with so much unnecessary energy that your productivity at work was comparable to that of Leslie, who's determination was currently your source of frustration. Had she not been so resolute about giving Jen a 'personal Pawnee tour', than you would've reunited at 5 rather than 9.

Admittedly, it was also your fault for not calling out her lengthy lie, but those extra four hours you had to suffer through were compensation enough.

In an attempt to pass the extra time, you tried to stay at work for longer, but Fridays were your half day and Ron demanded that you go home immediately, lest you do any extra government work. Reluctant to return to an empty house, you'd asked around if anyone wanted to hang out, and were met with a series of rejections.

Except for Ann, who upon being enlightened about the situation, insisted she help you get ready for your date (initially you refuted the title of 'date', but by the second hour of your evening it became tolerated). Her company, though unexpected, was more than welcomed. Having someone to share your excitement with made the increasing tension almost fun.

"Y/N?" Ann waved her hand in your line of vision, catching your attention. "We going in, or just spending the night in the car?"

"Don't tempt me." You muttered, grudgingly dragged out of your thoughts.

In front of you the queue to the The Snakehole Lounge was gradually growing. The sheer amount of people gathered outside was intimidating, so you dreaded to imagine how packed it'd be inside. Staying at home would've been preferable, but it seemed that time alone with Jennifer was not a luxury presently granted to you.

"Come on." Ann nudged you with her elbow. "You've been going on about this all day and now you're going to wuss out?"

You twisted round to face her, illuminated by the flickering multi-coloured lights beaming out the club's windows. She was watching you closely, trying to gauge how you felt based off expression alone. Despite all that was rushing through your mind, you were at a loss for words. How could you even begin to convey what you were currently feeling?

"Stop overthinking it." She said. "There's no way of knowing what'll happen when you see Jennifer again, but only you can change that, so just roll with it."

You paused to consider her suggestion, coming to the conclusion that she was more observant than you gave her credit for.

"You're right." You admitted, grateful that she'd knocked some sense into you. "Thanks." Awkwardly, you leant across the centre console to hug her. You didn't know Ann all too well, but needed some way of showing gratitude for her sensibility.

"This is nice." She relaxed into the embrace, then unwound an arm to glance at her watch. "But we're five minutes late so I'm pretty sure Leslie will be sending out a search party soon."

You chuckled, separating from Ann to glance at the building once more. Jen was somewhere inside waiting for you. She'd voluntarily returned to Pawnee, and to one of its less than fine establishments of all places, just because she wanted to see you again. The very notion had your heart racing.

"I'm ready."

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The atmosphere of the club was as intense and unruly as expected. By the time you'd adjusted to the blinding lights and deafening music, Ann had already slipped away, replaced by Tom.

"Welcome this evening's esteemed VIP." He thrusted a disturbingly bright neon beverage into your hand. "Drink up."

"What is it?"

"Sweetums Fizz. My go-to drink for when I'm tryna get lucky." He winked. "But if it doesn't work out, feel free to give her my number."

Coming from Tom, that was the closest you would get to his blessings. So, unenthusiastically you took a sip of the dreadfully sweet drink , screwing up your face as you forced it down. Trying your best not to grimace at the taste, you smiled at him in thanks before he dispersed into the mass of people.

Next to approach was Leslie, who engulfed you in a crushing hug while spewing unintelligible nonsense about her trip. Usually her overly affectionate manner was too much, but this time you pulled her closer. If all went well tonight than you would be forever indebted to her.

Removing yourself from her grip, you interrupted her endless talk. "As much as I'd love to hear about Washington," You yelled over the obnoxiously loud music playing. "I can't hear a word your saying."

"Right." She nodded. "Wrong time, wrong place." There was a pause as the both of you were happy enjoying each others company. Since Jen's exit, Leslie had been so supportive and you'd missed her while she'd been gone.

Although, now wasn't the time for acknowledgements. "Have you seen Jen anywhere?"

"Oh, yeah." Leslie swivelled around and gestured in a general direction. "I think she said something about staying near the fire escape. Said this entire building was probably a hazard."

"That sounds like her." You grinned, spotting the green glowing fire exit sign. "Wish me luck."

"You don't need it." She patted your back, smiling reassuringly as you shuffled past.

Navigating through the crowd while keeping an eye on your target was a challenge. Several people bumped into you, their drink nearly spilling as they pushed past without an apology. However, nothing else mattered as you drew closer to the sign. Nothing else mattered except finding Jen.

Only she wasn't there.

As you struggled through the final row of people, you were met with yet another group of strangers. You sighed, absentmindedly swirling your glass as you resigned to return to Leslie. You then raised it to drink while turning round, though the necessary libation never reached your lips as you collided with someone.

The casualty gasped, stepping back as the cocktail spilled down the front of their dress.

"Shit." You froze, surveying the damage. "I'm so sorry-" You finally glanced up to face the woman and apologise again, but halted upon realisation.

Of course it was Jennifer. You just couldn't catch a break.

"I was going to surprise you, but looks like you got there first." She joked, scanning the vicinity for any kind of napkin. You joined the search, eventually spotting a couple abandoned on a table.

"Again, I am so sorry." You repeated, watching as she scrubbed at the stain. The attempt was futile as it didn't take long for the paper to be completely soaked through, and with little improvement to her dress. "Come on." You grabbed hold of her hand as she discarded the napkins, eager to try and improve this disaster of an event.

You maneuverer through the club with much difficulty while dragging Jennifer, who had an iron grip on your hand. Invigorated by the embarrassment, you arrived at the bathroom a mere minute later, all but shoving her inside one of the cubicles. Under the blaringly bright lighting you could assess the damage in greater detail.

"You know what?" She casually leant against the wall, waving her finger around. "I'm having some serious Deja-vu right now." You looked at her questioningly, pleased to see she didn't look too upset with the state of her dress. "Us together in a public restroom, you staring at my chest..."

You scoffed, reaching past her to grab the toilet paper. "Don't flatter yourself." You wrapped several layers around your hand, creating a makeshift towel. "Completely different circumstances."

"Same outcome though?" She raised an eyebrow suggestively, taking the bundle of paper from you.

"We'll just have to wait and see."

"I think you owe me." She scrunched up her face. "Or is throwing your drink over someone a traditional Pawnee welcome? Because that would explain the mess back there. Pretty sure every surface was sticky."

"Maybe you should wear one of those plastic ponchos next time." You muttered, nervously fidgeting with your hands.

The familiar anxiety from earlier seemed to have reappeared, you were unable to drag your eyes away from where they were fixated . Under the sobering bathroom light, everything had suddenly become very real. It had been years since you'd pursued any kind of serious relationship, and Jen was hardly the easiest person to start with. You tried to think about what Ann would say if she were here.

Probably something astute like "All the best things in life are worth fighting for." Too cheesy.

It'd be more "Nothing good comes out of running away from what you want, even if it's hard." Not inspirational enough.

Possibly "With great effort comes great gain." Nope. You'd definitely plagiarised that one from somewhere.

Maybe she'd-

"Y/N?" Jen ducked into your line of vision, bringing you back to reality. "Lost you there for a second." She smiled cautiously, resting a hand against your arm as if tethering you to the present.

"Sorry. I was thinking about something a friend said." You admitted sheepishly, placing your hand atop of hers. "Or would say if she were here."

"Oh yeah?" She carelessly threw the wad of paper behind, her full attention now on you. "And what would she say?"

You'd finally settled on what Ann would suggest. She'd say "Kiss her, idiot."

And you did.

[bxllafanficc]

My Dear Apprentice - Anakin!Skywalker x fem!reader - Chapter 5. PART ONE!

Anakin's pov

*One week later*

"And you're sure you can handle this?"

The obnoxious girl walking in front of me turns her head backwards to meet my question with a smile.

"Well of course! What, you're worried about my safety, huh?"

So optimistic... Especially considering this is her first task. It's not a complicated one, at least that's what I'm guessing since the council directly went to her and asked if she felt ready, with my guidance, of course. And I guess her excitement has to do with the fact that it's her first day outside the temple this week ever since we started her training.

   And sure, she's gained knowledge since her first day but it's not to remarkable lengths. Besides, she still continues to argue about the staff being too unbalanced at the 'hilt'. And without doubt, it is. But that should not be a functional error for a Jedi, considering that you can't always know what kind of tools you'll find at hand.

Since I don't deem her fit for a lightsaber, while on our way to this task, we went into a rather... sketchy shop to buy her a weapon. The ones catching her attention were to my surprise, two short bladed daggers with a serrated edge. When we entered the shop, a simple sword came to mind for her to use, plus that she would get to practice more with a balanced blade as well. Though, the weird light in her eyes were almost giving off actual sparkles and with that said, I bought them for her.

Thus, simple blades of steel would never make any difference in a fight against someone using a lightsaber. But considering we're out to hunt down a smuggler dealing with unauthorized drugs, spotted in a mall on Coruscant's center parts, coming cross an obstacle wielding one is highly unlikely.

Limited information were given to us other than we were to watch out for someone wearing a green seal of a crooked lizard claw. It's the company's signature sign used to help buyers identify their seller, and in our case, our target. Sure, it's a vague task and not very complicated but it fits (y/n) and her current skill level. Besides, this drug called Pixie dust is known for causing the user to behave extremely lustful and even violent if provoked. So it should be a relief to get that behavior off the mall since it's causing bothersome scenes and fights repeatedly. And what's worth mentioning is that the same seal has been spotted at different factory chains all around the galaxy dealing with unauthorized weaponry and human trafficking. Therefore, arresting one of them and interrogating them would lead us to new information about this league, for later use.

(Y/n) slows down her pace and join my side, one hand resting on her hip and the other one twirling one of the daggers between her thumb and index finger.

"What if I am? Would that be so strange? You're my responsibility, after all. Besides, I highly suggest you putting that thing back where it can't be seen before entering the mall. The citizens here will feel unsafe if they see you flailing it carelessly like that."

She returns it to her belt with a nod and runs a hand through her (h/c) locks, strands smooth as silk glowing in the bright afternoon sun. The sun looks so radiant on her skin, a phenomenon I have not seen, or at least noticed on anyone before. I have never bothered to look for details like that regarding anyone, but it was almost impossible not to see on (y/n).

"It's not strange. I just don't hear you saying nice things to me very often. It's a pleasant change for once."

Nice things, huh? I don't think I have that much nice to say about you, my dear.

I chuckle, which causes her to look at me with searching eyes and a tilted chin. Her bottom lip twists slightly before she speaks up.

"What's funny?"

I shake my head and flash her a smile as I reach up to pat her shoulder.

"Nothing. I just find you kind of adorable when you're not super loud and annoying."

The streets are crowded with all kinds of people as always. Stressed moms and dads carrying their children, working men and women in a hurry, to senior married couples showing affection in public. At every shop, there's always an employee promoting their agency while inviting costumers into their outlet. Citizens of all kinds of species from all around the galaxy eating at the outside service of the food chains and stressed waiters hurrying to serve their guests food and drinks.

The remarkable tower aligned with several buildings attached to another with glass windows all over is right ahead of us. I speed up my pace and go ahead to open up one of the entry doors for my padawan.

She stares me blank in the eyes and walks through with quick steps. Inside there's citizens filling up the spaces while doing things like chatting in groups, shopping groceries or buying drinks at the bar. (Y/n) stops a few shops in and turns around to look at me.

"If there's one thing I'm not, then that's adorable. Intimidating, maybe. Adorable.." she snorts and crosses her arms.

"Never."

"Sure , what about sweet and cuddly then?" I tease and reach out a hand to pinch her cheek.

She swats away my hand and points a tense, angry finger at me. The people around us doesn't seem to notice our quarrel and I think that's just perfect. We've fooled around enough. It's time to actually concentrate on the task.

"I'll cut you." She whispers and blares her teeth. I raise a sloppy hand and shakes it slightly as I continue walking.

"Yeah, yeah. Do that later. We have a task to complete."

I turn my gaze just in time to watch her roll her eyes at me with an exaggerated head turn.

Though I should have looked where I was going, cause neither were the woman hurrying with a bag of groceries in front of me.

*thud*

The elderly woman bumps into me with such force that it causes both of us to tumble over and fall to the floor. A lot of heads turn in curiosity and I cuss silently at the unwanted attention.

"Excuse my acquaintance, miss! Let me help you up..." (y/n) exclaims and quickly moves to kneel down beside the woman and hold a firm, steady grip on her shoulders.

So she helps a random woman rather than helping her master? Ridiculous...

She lifts the lady back up on her feet and picks up some fruits that had fallen out of her bag. The lady looks at her and starts smiling.

"(Y/n)! How good it is too see you again. I was just shopping some refreshments for Mister (s/n), you know how your father gets when he ends a meeting without his favorite meal!"

Mister (s/n)? Who's this woman and why isn't her father shopping his own groceries? It can't be (Y/n)'s mother since the lady calls him by mister, right?

(Y/n) freezes and glances at me, lips slightly parted in some kind of surprise.

Interesting. Why did that startle her all of a sudden... and why is she looking for my reaction?

"Yeah, I know that..."

"Well well, time is running and so should I. I gotta go but it was nice meeting you. Take care, dear!"

I grunt loudly and get back up with a little help from a bench right beside me, using it as mainstay. (Y/n) looks after the old lady as she stumbles away through the shops and out through the entrance. I position myself in front of my apprentice and take a firm grip around her arm, tugging her along and further into the mall.

"Who was that? You seemed oddly quiet and acted pretty suspicious when she mentioned your father, you know."

She yanks her arm away, holding it close to her other hand as she takes a few steps to the side to add walking distance.

"That, was my father's maid. And the reason I acted weird is because my father is Hiram (s/n). I'm sure you've met him already." She exclaims and walks ahead and into one of the shops selling what appears to be magic potions and supplements alike.

Wait.

Senator Hiram (s/n)! That's why her surname seemed familiar...

That man is a total asshole, And more importantly, he absolutely despise the Jedi code.

"Your father is a Senator, not to mention that he hate the Jedi and what we we stand for; And you choose to defy him by turning to the Jedi temple shape your life according to the Jedi code?"

"I don't want to talk about it." She sighs and puts a hand to her forehead.

"Maybe I could tell you some other time. But right now we have other things to focus on."

I nod.

"I'll take the right section of the shops, you go with the left. We'll search through all of them eventually and meet up at 'The rumbling horse''s bar at the end of the hall." I say and head to the section opposite of (y/n).

Enough time wasted.

*time skip*

...

"(Y/n)! Over here! Heeey giirllll, you here for a drink? And you brought a hottie with you too!

...WAIT, IS THAT ANAKIN SKYWALKER?"

Excuse me? What?

Two drunk girls are standing by the bartenders bench, one drink in each hand. The one shouting is tall and red haired while the second one is even shorter than (y/n).

How is that possible?

They wave their arms and the red haired one attempts to wolf-whistle but ends up spitting and laughing instead.

(Y/n) and I had headed to The rumbling horse after failed attempts at finding anyone with the green seal. We asked around with caution as well, leading us to the crowded bar. Most of all, we wanted to question the owner if any strange people had visited the bar repeated times. But it apparently looked like it wasn't gonna be that easy.

"Shush, Deborah! You're causing a scene!" (Y/n) whisper aggressively while flailing a hand furiously.

She then groan and hurries to clasp a hand over the laughing girls mouth. The shorter girl now beside (y/n) giggles and tries to twirl a strand of (y/n)'s hair, to which (y/n) grabs her arms and twists it in her grip with a growl. The shorter girl whine and shouts.

"Ow, (y/n)! Let me go!"

Sigh.

"I assume these are the friends you've been cussing about?"

Deborah turns her gaze that was previously locked onto (y/n), to focus onto mine... Well, I wouldn't say focusing. More like trying to. Seems like the alcohol has gotten to her way worse than her shorter friend.

   Deborah's eyes are TRYING to focus onto mine but instead they keep twitching and turning like her vision is spinning.

   I've seen that sign one too many times and would much rather skip it today.

"Hells yeah we are! And you're one lucky guy to meet us!" Deborah yells and ends up laughing again, snorting in the process.

"(Y/n), we can't stay here if they're going to fool around like that." I grunt and glare at the two girls while scanning through the closest people standing beside us.

So far no green seal, just some man with a leather jacket full of different patches and stickers. I exhale heavily and turn back my attention to (y/n) just in time to see her friends stumbling their way to me, their feet barely carrying their running.

Instinctively I move away, letting my feet carry me to the side from where I previously stood. I arch my back and position myself in a low key battle stance, ready for a heavy impact if the two of them tries another attempt at whatever they were trying.

The girls's piercing laughter stops as they run past me and stop. Confused eyes stare back at me in shock and I prepare for another attack.

Then (y/n)'s, now comforting voice, calls out to me and I gaze at her with widened eyes.

'What are you doing?!' She mouths to me while moving her lips audibly. Her eyes then dart back and forth from my hand to my eyes and I look down in hesitation.

Oh. I see.

Apparently, while dodging the crazy girls, my hand had gone to the handle of my lightsaber by automacy. I had been close to ignite it and ruin our probably non existent cover.

"Oops...Sorry, (y/n)." I say with hesitation and laugh nervously at a glaring (y/n), visibly gritting her teeth through her plump.. soft looking lips... What am I doing? My brain must be affected by the strong scent of alcohol, as thick as a wall in here. Yeah, that's it. That's why.

Deborah and her yet unnamed friend regain their balance and head towards me a second time just as I'm about to sneak away to the other side of the bar, to which I immediately leap away and walk behind (y/n) with my back against the bar desk, leaning to grip her shoulders in a tight grip, using her as a shield.

   (Y/n) sigh and turn her head to look at me, her left hand clenching lightly into a fist.

"Do they scare you that much?"

"Don't blame me, they're drunk, loud and without care!" I answer in defense and duck my head instantly as the two girls position themselves in front of (y/n).

...

"Ay, sweetheart! Melisma! Did you find another man while I was gone?"

Come on, not another one.

The shorter girl, now known as Melisma, squeals excitedly and hugs the arm of a human guy in leather robe walking up behind her. His eyes are big and underlined with some kind of dark paint and the stubble on his chin and jaw reveals that he hasn't shaved for awhile.

He scoffs and waves at (y/n) and I, his hand combing through short and spiked hair put up in a read headband. He holds a large class of some blue sparkling liquid in his right hand and takes a big sip of it.

"And may I ask who it is that you've met today, Melisma?" (Y/n) asks and draw a tired hand above her eyes and leans it down her chin. I straighten my position and let go of her shoulders to relieve her of some tension.

"Oh (y/n), This is Jax! We met an hour ago and he's sooo funny! We've been chatting ever since he went to attend some guy in the corner and then you guys came! Isn't it a coincidence! You bring your hot Jedi boyfriend here and I find myself a good looking man the same day." Melisma stops talking and leans her cheek on in the palm of Jax's right hand that he previously used to tickle her neck.

"He, is NOT my boyfriend!" (Y/n) exclaims with raised and irritated voice, her cheeks tainted red already.

Jax's previously happy and relaxed smile seem to stiffen and he slowly retract his hand from the short girl's grasp. His eyes watch mine carefully but still with attempted happiness. He then scratches his chin and chuckle at the woman clinging to his arms.

That's when I see it. The green seal of a lizard claw. It's a ring on his left thumb and he's noticeably trying to hide it be turning the seal at the opposite direction while trying to act as normal as before.

(Y/n) glance at me and I nod back in response.

Great, she's noticed too.

I move out from my hideout behind (y/n) and take a step forward to greet Jax who now is inspecting me carefully.

"Pleasure to meet you, Jax. Have we met before? I swear that I've seen you somewhere but it escapes my memory! Now, would you like to follow me and discuss the matter outside of the bar where we can hear each other better?" I smile and cross my arms in front of my chest.

But Jax seems to know what's about to happen, cause without blinking, he yanks his glass forward and causes the blue liquid to spill in my face. At the same time I feel two hands shoving me backwards and hear running feet. (Y/n) swear loudly and calls out to me.

"I'll go get him." She then darts after the fleeing man and I'm left at the bar floor.

Whatever liquid he threw at me, it's working just the way he wanted.

I quickly help myself up and try to brush the burning sensation out of my eyes. After one failed attempt, I try to locate myself out of the door with a little help from the image of the room I previously made up.

   I hear grunts and shouting as I bump into a load of people on my way out, excusing myself with a tense hand above my aching eyes.

After a few seconds I regain my vision and head right, out of the exit doors of the mall.

To be honest, there's really just two paths they could've gone and I'm just choosing the exit because it's the closest way out on the streets.

I run outside and try to follow the track of shocked expressions by the passing peoples to guid me. A frightened man and an angry girl leaping through the streets and disturbing the slow paced citizens would surely be a sight enough for people to react to.

A few minutes later the vague sound of steel against steel catches my attention and I head to a smaller street where the sound came from. I then find (Y/n) and Jax in a blind alley, Jax clutching aggressively to a long bladed dagger of unknown sort and (Y/n) with her twin blades drawn out.

The alley is long and narrow which doesn't leave enough space for me to ignite my lightsaber... I don't have any other weapon on me either...

She must have chased him into this dead end which caused him to draw weapon as the only remaining solution left for him.

But maybe my help isn't needed. He's certainly not professional on wielding a dagger but not bad either, and (y/n) seem to be getting an idea of how to counter the dealer's attacks.

Her quick feet easily bring her to the places she wants and her quick reactions cause her to evade Jax's attempts.

Jax leap forward with a growl and attempts to cut low with intention of slashing her right hip, to which (y/n) block his attack, locking his blade shut with hers crossed against each other. She then raise her left leg and kick the man right in his abdomen. Once to make him stumble backwards to gain some space and twice to force him to twirl sideways, back now facing her.

Impressive. A flawed move, in it's own way but not if it's done right. And she remembered to enhance the gap between them. In a close battle with relatively short blades like these it's even more important to gain some distance and that's exactly what she's done.

Jax quickly spin around to face (y/n) once again and leaps forward to attack once again. (Y/n) separates her feet in a hunched forward battle stance and skid to the side as an attempt at regaining her lost advantage, but Jax puts his dagger back into his belt, stopping her getaway while taking a hostile grip around her left arm. Hands stubborn and confident, he hold her in a tight grip and puts himself into a tense stance. Her struggling following right after is useless, his grip doesn't change the slightest.

That's when it hits me, what he's intending to do. Panic wash over me like a tidal wave and the still glowing sun suddenly feels cruel and burning. One wrong turn and I could lose her, the Jedi order would lose her. But will she handle it on her own if I choose to stand by and watch?

Jax blare his yellow stained teeth at (y/n), suddenly and grabs her right wrist as well, forcing her own dagger so slash forward to the direction of her neck.

One blow and her fragile neck would...

I prepare to run at (Y/n)'s aid, hand hovering just above my lightsaber. But before I get the chance to do any of that, (y/n) growls and twists her arm in a bent angle, using her elbow to knock Jax's arm upwards and away from her neck.

Instead, the tip of the twin blade graces the right chin of (y/n) on it's way from her body and she lets out a hiss.

She yank her wrists out of the man's grasp, causing him to lose balance and take a few steps to regain it. Right after, she use her right elbow to whack him at the back of his head.

With reflexes quick as ever and fury tainting her eyes, she then leaps forward in a high cut, slash him in the left shoulder.

Jax roar out in pain and cradle his wound, spinning around to prepare another attack by the girl wounding him so badly.

That's when I decided that they've had enough fun for today.

I leap forward on quick feet and pull out the handle of my lightsaber. The sound of the blade igniting itself causes the man to snap his attention at the much more dangerous threat. His eyes widen in shock as the glowing blue light display at the thick walls like ocean waves and he squint his eyes in discomfort.

(Y/n) takes the man's temporary confusion as her cue and grab his shoulders in a steady hold.

Jax immediately try to spin around but falls short on his feet as she use her leg to thrust the shallow crook of the opposite side to his kneecaps outwards. The unprepared impact causes the man's knee to bend forward and his entire weight clash into the hard concrete.

   She then drops her twin blades to the side and yank the man's own dagger out of his fist, pulling his arms behind his back and putting a foot to his back.

Jax attempts to get up on his feet but the weight of (Y/n)'s entire body pressured onto her foot makes it an uneven fight and he goes limp, laying back onto the ground with a thud.

"Well, it looks like I'm not needed after all. I'm impressed, (y/n), I really am." I say with praising voice and pull back my turned off lightsaber into it's belt.

(Y/n) tilt her head upwards with a  proud grin, though she's squinting her right eye as a reaction to the sharp, stinging cut on her cheek.

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Tagglist: @tomisbaeholland . PART TWO IS OUT ALREADY DUE TO TOO LONG OF A CHAPTER!

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Water In My Soul [Jikook mermaid!au] ; Chapter Six

Pairing: Jikook Chapters: 6 /?? Genre: Fantasy, slight angst, slight comedy, slight nsfw (later on) Chapter 5: Word count; 2,714 Description: “I’m going to find you again. You just wait.“ He mumbled to himself, determined to find the blue-tailed boy that had him questioning not only his reasoning, but his very sanity.

When Jeon Jungkook, average high schooler, has an encounter with a not so average blue-tailed, pink haired boy at a senior getaway by the beach, he’s left to question between reality and illusion.

Warning: this chapter involves sensitive topics, read at own risk. 

                                                     Chapter Six

The drive was calming, the ocean breeze caressing skin, the heat of an approaching summer evident and strong, yet remaining as refreshing as an early morning's dew with the smell of sea salt filling everyone's senses with a form of serenity. Yoongi's dark eyes stayed on the great body of water yet his mind pondered somewhere distant; so when Seokjin's truck halted to a stop in front of Taehyung's house, you can say Yoongi was a couple of seconds off from face planting onto the street below. Luckily landing on his feet, Yoongi licked over his lips, only feeling a slight bit anxious. This was new to him, all of this. To top it off, he didn't even know any of these guys enough to be hanging out in one of their houses. He bet half of them didn't even know his name.

"Yoongi! C'mon!" Jimin's happy toned voiced echoed throughout the somewhat quite night. Of all people to know his name, Yoongi wasn't so glad it was Jimin. Was he always that loud and pushy? With a groan, the black haired male slowly made his way towards the steps up to the front door, Jimin waiting for him eagerly at the door frame. The other five had already made their way into the warm home, already comfortably sprawled against couches and floor. Jimin took Yoongi by the arm and smiled up at him, eyes shining happily. Jimin didn't mean to bother the other, he was genuinely happy for the fact that he had made a friend all on his own, or at least he thought he had. Yoongi on the other hand, not so much. He pulled his arm out of Jimin's grip, slowly slipping his hands into his jean's pocket involuntarily, eyes darting down to his feet. He didn't like this, he felt exposed. He was way too out of his comfort zone here.

"You're welcome to sit." Taehyung's voice traveled as he walked from the living room to the kitchen, making Yoongi's neutral eyes look up and follow him until he disappeared. Hesitantly, and with a slow nod, he took a seat next to a kind eyed boy, not really knowing his name but knowing he had seen him around the halls.

"I'm Hoseok." The boy introduced himself, sticking his hand out for Yoongi to shake. The male only glanced down at the other's hand, not really a fan of skin ship but deciding on taking it, out of good manner. He took Hoseok's hand within his own, giving it a good shake before slowly retracting his hand.

"Yoongi." He nodded, eyes wandering around Hoseok's features, not sure if the kind look on his face was faux and he was actually attempting to gain Yoongi's trust to sabotage. That, or Yoongi was just being as paranoid as ever. Hoseok's kind smile only seemed to brighten, nodding and turning his head softly, bringing his eyes to watch the other four sitting around in the dim living room. There seemed to be an awkward silence traveling over them all, not really knowing how to start conversation with the monotone male, it was almost as if they were intimidated.

"Just so you know, I still don't like you." A voice sounded from a distance, Taehyung soon emerging from the kitchen, a couple of cold beers in his hand, handing them around before stopping before Yoongi, beer offered out to him. Yoongi  locked eyes with Taehyung before taking the can within his pale hand, humming softly to the other's words.

"I'm used to it." A shrug lifted his shoulders before he opened up the drink, taking a sip from the perspiring can. The group's lips parted, not understanding how he could be so nonchalant while being told that. If Taehyung said he wasn't taken aback, he would be lying. There was another moment of silence before the eldest decided to speak up.

"Right, so. I'm Seokjin." He nodded, a small grin upon his lips. "This is Namjoon." He pointed to the tall male next to him, who nodded as a greeting and continued on with his drink. "That's  Jungkook." Jungkook was too busy trying to get Jimin away from his beer to greet the staring male, but Yoongi got the idea. "You know Jimin." Jimin's ears perked up at the sound being mentioned, Yoongi slumping his shoulders and letting out a ragged exhale along with an unamused 'mhm'. Hoseok seemed to notice the change of attitude when Jimin was mentioned and only let out a small laugh, it was Jimin's fault that Yoongi was here in the first place, and he highly doubted he was enjoying this. "And-"

"I'm Taehyung." Taehyung interrupted Seokjin, wanting to introduce himself. Taehyung wasn't trying to be a total dick towards Yoongi, he just didn't like his attitude. Yoongi didn't care though, and that is exactly what stressed Taehyung out. Yoongi hummed and held his can of beer up to Taehyung as a cheers, having already introduced himself. "So, what's your story?" Taehyung questioned, flicking his can softly. Yoongi stopped mid sip and eyed Taehyung, brows furrowing. He then slowly pulled the cold aluminum from his pink lips, licking against them before speaking slowly.

"I don't have a story." He spoke unamusedly, eyes locking upon the other's. Taehyung let out a small chuckle, shaking his head.

"Everyone has a story." He nodded, setting his beer atop of the coffee table. Yoongi let his eyes scan over Taehyung, how he leaned back against his hands comfortably, his brown hair against his forehead, some of it obscuring his view.

"What's yours?" Yoongi retorted, leaning back comfortably against the couch. He was uncomfortable, he didn't like trusting other people with his business, but he couldn't let any of them know that. They'd think he was a freak! The other five in the room glanced amongst themselves, definitely feeling the tension brewing amongst the two males. Taehyung whistled and nodded, sitting up in a cross-legged position.

"I'm Taehyung. I'm eighteen. Born and raised here at Yeon-an. Jungkook's best friend." He finished with a shrug. Yoongi formed a bored facial, rolling his eyes before sitting up, leaning his elbows down against his knees.

"Okay, but what's your real story?" He questioned, bringing a hand to thread through his hair. Taehyung raised his brows as he pondered over the question. "Everyone has a story they tell people, and a story no one knows; the real one. What's yours?" No one had any intentions of stopping this passive-aggressive argument, it was getting somewhere very deep, emotional even. Taehyung took his bottom lip between his teeth, knowing exactly what Yoongi meant but not wanting to reveal anything. After a couple of moments, Jungkook raised his hand up, eyes blinking softly.

"I'll tell mine, I don't care." He shrugged. Everyone's attention quickly averted to the youngest of the group, seeing as he grinned softly before beginning. "I'm eighteen, born in Busan, moved to  Yeon-an when I was four with my mother." He nodded softly before taking a breath, ready to begin with his real story. "My father left when I was young, got remarried, had his own kids and I haven't heard of him since." The male cleared his throat, eyes scanning over everyone's softening features before continuing. "My mom is always away on business trips, and is only worried whether or not I have enough money to get by. We don't talk, and I don't have any other siblings so," Jungkook smiled sadly and shrugged his shoulders. "It's just me." Everyone nodded softly, some not looking at Jungkook, other's watching the male. Jimin slowly slipped his small hand within Jungkook's own, giving it a small squeeze. Jungkook turned his head and noticed the gentle tears beginning to form against the corner of the boy's eyes, grinning softly and proceeding to wipe them away.

"I'm nineteen, from Gwacheon." Seokjin stepped up next, threading a hand through his hair before exhaling a shaky breath. "And I'm not accepted in my house." He spoke truthfully. Brows furrowed and lips parted in question, the male knowing exactly what they would be asking. "I don't like the same things you guys do, I'm into other things." He tried his best to explain. It was Namjoon's snort and blushed cheeks that gave it away, faces brightening up with realization, small laughs slipping past lips and hums sounding from throats. Seokjin didn't have to say it directly, they all got the message.

"I'm nineteen, from Ilsan-gu and I second that." Namjoon spoke amusedly and clinked cans with Seokjin before taking a sip. It was humoring, how they could find amusement within the tragic situation of rejection amongst your own family members. It gave a sense of hope for something better, a getaway from the pain.

"I'm nineteen and from Gwangju." Hoseok started, setting his half empty can of beer onto the coffee table next to Taehyung's own. "You'd think my family is perfect and that I've got it easy if you didn't know us all." He grinned a bit weakly. "My family is divided over this feud that happened way before I was even born, and I'm shunned by half of my family just because I'm my parents' son." He licked over his lips. "I don't know my grandparents, I don't know my aunts, my uncles or any of my cousins. I only know my mother, my father and my sister." He looked up and watched everyone's faces. "But they're all I need. If the rest of my family doesn't need me, then I don't need them." He spoke out loud and clear, yet while that was what his mind said, his heart spoke a different truth. He couldn't help but wipe at the tears forming against his dark eyelashes, watching as his friend's eyes softened and some watered as well. "Why don't they need me?" A broken whisper sounded through the room as Hoseok hid his face within his hands, tears streaming over his cheeks. Yoongi didn't know why he did it, he didn't like skin ship and he didn't know how to comfort someone, but before he knew it, his hand was against Hoseok's back, fingertips soothingly caressing the clothed skin. Hoseok grinned softly at the attempt of comfort, bringing his face up, wiping at his eyes and taking a deep breath.

"Eighteen." Taehyung let the attention be taken away from Hoseok, knowing it would be better if everyone moved onto the next story. "Never left Yeon-an. I'm an only child to a pair of lawyers who both studied abroad and got high honors at their universities, made good money, married young and had me." He chuckled a bit bitterly. "They wanted a kid who was the most perfect example, the best of the best, doesn't even shatter a glass. Except they got Taehyung. Taehyung who can't do shit for himself, who fails school, who drinks and parties all night, a son they can't control." He rolled his eyes and drank the last bit in his can, tossing it carelessly to the side. "They push me and expect so much from me, and that might've worked when I was younger, but not anymore. Now, they push me, I push back harder, and I get hated for that." He shook his head.

"They don't hate you, Tae." Jungkook mumbled softly, to which Taehyung only laughed, standing up and taking the empty cans towards the kitchen.

"They might as well." He spoke, disappearing once again, the sounds of aluminum clashing against the plastic of trash bins, water running and small sniffles heard from afar. The group only continued to sit in silence, Yoongi finally mustering the courage to speak up.

"Nineteen, Daegu." He began, watching as Taehyung had returned, eyes bloodshot and collar of his shirt wet, him having rinsed over his face to cool himself down. "I moved here last year as a fresh start, but fresh starts don't simply happen at my house." He anxiously began to shake his leg. "I'm a chain smoker and substance abuser, all thanks to my step-dad, that fucker." He rolled his eyes before sighing and pouring his entire truth before them all. "My real father ditched my mom when she was pregnant. My mom was depressed, still is, but after I was born, she was alright I guess. I grew up fine, with Mom and her  many boyfriends. They came in and out of the house all time, some stayed around, some didn't. I never paid mind to them. Not until this one came around and stayed. He's the worst piece of garbage there is. He can't work for shit, he drinks all day, and spends his nights screaming, causing a scene, breaking things." Yoongi laughed softly as he thought about it. "I once got my mouth busted open from when I caught him dragging my mom against the floor in a drunken rage."

Had it not been for Yoongi's mother pulling her son off of the man, Yoongi would've killed him, his hands wrapped tight around the drunk's throat. The young male had been furious at his mother for stopping him, screaming at her as to why she would stay with him, but was interrupted to a rough plow to the side of his face, knocking him to the ground, taking away his breath and all.

"The only money we have is the one I make, and whatever my mom finds around there. I would leave, I wish I could, but my mom won't. I don't understand why she won't, but no matter what, she chooses him, even over me. But one day, I will leave. Whether she leaves with me or not, that's her choice, but I'd already made mine." He finished with shut eyes, exhaling deeply. Yoongi didn't know why it felt so good letting it out, but it did. It felt really good. As if a weight had been lifted off of not only his shoulders, but his chest and his mind as well. He felt at peace almost. He opened up his eyes, other pairs of eyes looking back at him, yet all accepting, not one showing pity. Yoongi hated being felt bad for, he didn't need it, he found it useless. 'Feeling bad for someone or something doesn't help the problem, so there's no need for it. Pity isn't taking action.' he would always say.

The silence in the room was almost deafening, the group analyzing each other's stories and truths, looking at one another and not expecting such backgrounds from such worry-free faces. Don't judge a book by it's cover, as they say. "Shit.." Jungkook mumbled, beginning to laugh, which caught everyone's attention. "We're pretty fucked up, aren't we?" He spoke, eyes shining with tears, yet smile wide and amused. This only caused the rest of the group to begin to chuckle, half crying and half laughing.

"Not us, kid. Our parents." Taehyung corrected, wiping at his eyes and continuing on with laughing softly. "Jimin has it the worst I mean, look at him. He's recently turned from a fish and has to spend his days with a bunch of angsty teens." Jimin laughed squeakily as Jungkook opened his mouth, motioning that Yoongi had no idea yet was interrupted.

"Mermaid?" Yoongi questioned, eyes on Jimin, head tilted. Jungkook gulped once and nodded, to which Yoongi chuckled. "Figures." This had the groups attention, wondering how the hell he was so okay with this. "I heard you guys drunkenly calling for him that one time at the pier, he's clueless, said he was from the ocean on the first day, you guys are weird and I believe in Greek mythology. Nothing can surprise me at this point." Even more laughter accompanied these words, everyone shaking their heads in complete amused bewilderment.

This was the calm after the storm. Here, alongside each other, laughing at their own miserable lives, was their safe haven. Yoongi understood that now, they all understood. No matter what the circumstances, no matter the situations, the time, the place, the reason, no matter how alone they truly felt in the world, there would always be a group of equally as fucked up teens to make everything  better. They were there, they were miserable, but they were true, and that's all that mattered.