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i-can-even-burn-salad · 3 years

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Darkness

Thorns & Jasmine

In which things have gone really dark, and our boy is very close to losing his mind.

Warnings: Captivity, blinded, brief suicidal ideation (as in contemplating using too much magic so it could be lethal), aftermath of torture (burns, cuts, broken bones, wounds)

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Dark.

Everything was so dark.

Caldyn was lying on his back, staring into endless darkness. Nothingness. Was it the same? He couldn’t recall having ever been in true darkness before. The forest was always bright, even at night. The sky with the two moons, never new at the same time, and littered with countless stars. Even if it was cloudy, many plants in the Wilds glowed at night, too. Their bioluminescent blooms and leaves came in so many different colors. In his home, most of them had been golden or pale yellow, with occasional streaks of red and purple.

And even if he couldn’t see the sky, was far away from the plants, walking through the tunnels in his parent’s bark or exploring caverns, there had been his own glow to illuminate him the way; bands in the bark of his body, shimmering at night in a pale green. It had always been there, every moment of his life.

Now, there was nothing. All that was left was unbearable pain, and the Scourge, whispering at the edge of his consciousness. It was louder now, closer. Threatening him, luring him. There was nothing to distract him from it. He couldn’t watch the branches and leaves anymore, as horrible as they had been. It was quiet and windless, and the occasional sound in the distance did nothing to calm him. Every rustle, every whisper made him wince, quickening his breaths.

He was afraid. Terribly, utterly afraid. Afraid to breathe, when every breath filled his chest with fire. Afraid to move, even though his arms were tense, his back cramping. Afraid of what would become of him when he gave in, and what they would do to him if he didn’t. Wondering how they would torture him next, what else they would take from him.

There had been this hope, this tiny sliver of hope that someone could have noticed he was gone, would come looking for him.

This hope had died, had dripped away with each drop of sap leaving his body.

Even if someone had noticed he was gone, how should they find him? When he had attempted to escape, when the Ceodh had dragged him back through the endless tunnels, he had seen the other victims. Sometimes he could still hear them scream, distant, but loud enough that the terror behind their voices made him shiver. No one had come looking for them, either. No one would.

He would die.

He didn’t want to die, still didn’t, but he wasn’t afraid of it anymore. Whatever would be waiting for him in the aether, it couldn’t be worse than this. What he was afraid of was how he would die, if they’d even allow him to. It wasn’t the first time he wondered if this was the one thing he could possibly still decide himself.

When he tried to lift his right hand, pain seared through his shoulder. He gasped, freezing, trying to figure out where it came from. He couldn’t remember an injury at this spot, but the last hours had all but vanished in a fog of agony and despair. Or had it been days? He couldn’t even tell anymore, had no way to figure out how much time had passed.

He flexed the vines in his arm, and it hurt, but now that he was expecting it, it wasn’t so bad anymore. Not worse than any of his other injuries. Something must have torn inside his shoulder when he had tried to free himself from the Ceodhs’ grasp. Perhaps the vines had ripped, perhaps even the wooden core snapped. It didn’t matter. He raised his hand again, pushing it upwards against his side. He had to keep pausing, barely able to breathe through the pain.

Then finally his fingers rested on his core, trembling as he took a shaky breath, attempting to concentrate. Usually, there was energy in him, the energy he could use in the shape of life magic. He could feel it in everything that was alive, it guided him when he healed others, he had drained it when he had killed the Ceodh.

There was nothing left of it now. The only thing that remained was the energy that was his very life; and it was slowly but surely running out, too.

He had never tried to use it before, and he wasn’t even sure if he could. It wasn’t made for this. He instinctively knew that it would weaken him, perhaps even kill him. It was tempting to try. Instead, he let his hand sink with a choked sob. He couldn’t do it.

It wasn’t even hope that made him cling to life, it was despair. The moment he had concentrated on the aether, the Scourge’s whisper had become louder. It was everywhere, it was waiting for him, and he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to fight it off. What if it could take control over him when he became too weak, if it perhaps could even take over his body when his mind left? Not that he believed that this broken husk he was trapped in would be of any use to the Scourge.

But what if it was.

Suddenly there were too many emotions, too much fear, too much despair, too much hopelessness. They turned into anger and he gripped the moss he was lying on, flat and sticky with sap. The pain in his hand and shoulder made him scream as he tried to sit up, to move, to do anything, because he couldn’t take it anymore, just lying here, waiting to die.

The moss was sticking to his back, or his back was sticking to the moss, pulling him down. Where it came off, it might as well have been his bark, separating from his body. He screamed louder, more horrified by the disgusting image this feeling had left in his mind than by the pain. But he didn’t manage to get up, and when he sank back, the moss had shifted, and now it was all wrong, pressing into new tears, while the old ones started to ooze sap again. He tried to move, to find the right position again, but it didn’t work, it just twisted his broken knee.

It was agony, and he screamed, torn apart by despaired sobs. He wanted it all to end. Between screams, he cursed, the Ceodh and the Scourge and his people, because they didn’t come to save him, and himself, because he hadn’t given up when he had had the chance.

Perhaps they’d hear him.

Perhaps they’d come and torment him some more.

Perhaps they’d finally kill him.

But no one came, and his screams didn’t last long. They turned into ragged breaths as the bit of strength his anger had given him left him. His head sank back, rolling to the side, until he jerked it back up when the moss brushed his cheek, too close to his burned eyes. His arms were trembling, and it made the pain in his shoulder flare up again. It didn’t stop, even as he tried to relax. Instead, his whole body started to shake, his head started to spin. He was falling, falling, falling, and there was no end to the fall, and no end to the agony. It was pulling him down and he couldn’t fight it anymore, knowing that this was all that was left for him. Terror and pain and despair, only eased by those short moments of reprieve when his mind slipped away.

He didn’t want to die.

He just wished he didn’t have to wake up again.

Caldyn woke up to a pained whimper, escaping his lips, reaching his ears before he could even realize it was him who had caused this sound. Fear seized his core, turning into panic as he heard a soft rustle nearby. They couldn’t be back, couldn’t hurt him again, he couldn’t take it anymore. He tried to curl up, his despaired sobs turning into muffled screams as he pushed himself to the side, rolling over his injured shoulder. He hid his face under his left arm, trying to hear more than his own gasps for air. Listening for steps, for whispers, for anything, but there was nothing. They could still be here, standing still, quiet, waiting for him to trust the silence. He could barely breathe, his body tense, waiting for an attack that didn’t come.

There was a low whine, and this time it wasn’t him, couldn’t have been him, he had been too busy just breathing. He froze, listening. There it was again. It didn’t seem to come closer, it didn’t seem threatening, but he didn’t know what it was, and he couldn’t see what it was, and that was enough to almost drive him insane.

“Is... there... -one” He could barely speak, his throat so dry, raw from how much he had screamed. “Please.”

There was no reply. Of course there wasn’t.

If it was them, they’d enjoy watching him suffer like this. If it was another kalani, they were probably close to dying or had gone mad already. As he would soon, too, there was no doubt. But if it wasn’t? Caldyn tried to think, but it was so hard to form a single clear thought.

The noise returned, and it brought an image, so foreign it took Caldyn a moment to make sense of what he was feeling. A small creature, helpless and terrified. An animal, but it seemed to share the empathic bond of his race.

Perhaps knowing that the noise meant no danger would have been enough to calm him down, but it had sparked some curiosity. Despaired curiosity, when all else there was to do was to stare into nothingness and slowly lose his mind.

Propping himself up, just enough so he could drag himself forward with his left arm, he already regretted his decision. It hurt even more than just lying around; the moss scratching against the wounds on his chest, his shoulder, as he tried to keep himself from tipping to the side, his broken legs, being dragged behind him.

But this pain he could control, giving him the illusion that he’d also be able to stop it, if he just held still again. Which also meant that he couldn’t stop, he had to keep doing something, because deep down he knew it wasn't true, it would never stop. Even if this something was nothing more than dragging himself one step along the floor, until his head touched the branches that trapped him.

Caldyn dropped down and reached out, stretching as far as he could, until his fingers brushed the bars of another cage. He felt leaves, just behind the branches; cool leaves, and they were quivering. They started to move when he touched them, and for a moment he was afraid again. What if that thing wasn’t friendly, was perhaps scared of him and would attack?

If his efforts had left him any breath, he could have laughed at this thought. There was nothing he had to lose. His left hand was already almost useless. Not that his right hand was of much help, either, now that he couldn’t move his arm.

His worry faded when something touched his fingers, so lightly it barely hurt. Then something stroked his palm, soft and cool and slightly moist. He realized that this creature must be licking his hand. He just let it happen, waiting anxiously.

After a moment, it whined again, and the tongue vanished, and the leaves returned. Caldyn raised his thumb, weakly stroking whatever part of the creature was closest. He traced its shape as far as he could, finding its ear as it nuzzled its head against his hand. The creature whimpered, and the sound carried this strange meaning with it. Too foreign to anything he had ever sensed in the words of his people, yet somehow familiar in a way he couldn’t put into words.

The creature was friendly, and oh so scared.

“I’m... sorry.”

The words could mean nothing for this creature, and Caldyn was sure there was nothing but pain and despair in the meaning behind them. It wasn’t fair. He didn’t want to think about what the Ceodh had captured this creature for, what they’d do to it. As he kept stroking its head, it slowly stopped trembling. He could feel the creature’s trust, trust in him, in his tiny, friendly touch.

After a while, Caldyn calmed down, too. He was scared still, but it wasn’t this all-encompassing terror anymore. He could breathe again, even if his breaths were shallow and way too quick. His body was only trembling from exhaustion and pain, not tearing him apart in frightened shivers. He concentrated on the feeling of cool leaves under his fingertips, and it was finally enough to stop thinking, to forget, even if just for one moment.

Perhaps today wouldn’t be the day he lost his mind after all.

When he felt how his consciousness started to drift away again, he pulled his arm back. He didn’t want to risk being found like this, to show them that he cared about this creature. It whined softly and he heard a scratching noise, then a whimper.

“’m sorry.”

He just hoped it wouldn’t injure itself on the thorny branches. But there was nothing he could do about it, nothing he could do at all. He barely managed to bed his head on his arm, trying to keep all pressure of his face, before his mind slipped away, granting him what could only be too little rest.

Tagging: @dont-touch-my-soup @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @villainsvictim @frenchfries893 @siren-of-agony @whump-cravings

#Thorns and Jasmine #whump #fantasy whump #non human whumpee #captivity tw #torture tw #blind whumpee #Time to give the poor boy a little friend ;;#At least lil doggo will always be loyal <3 #I wanted to post on Saturdays but I feel like posting today #and who's gonna stop me the posting schedule police?#I'm also about to break 250k words on salad stories this weekend and #I wanted to write fluff for this boy but ONCE AGAIN it didn't work out and #now I'm in the middle of some more future 4 part angsty thing #I'm so sorry Cal #my writing

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kyswoo · 2 years

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Dandelions // Kim Sunwoo

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pairing: sunwoo x fem!reader

genre: fluff, angst

request: “hii can i request for sunwoo fluff/angst base on dandelions by ruth b ? hehee idk why i'm a lil emo these days..“

warnings: just some cursing I think, not sure if it's angsty enough :(

summary: “ and now you don’t know if it’s just the feelings from the past coming back or if you’re falling for him all over again, maybe you just never stopped loving him”

word count: 5,319

a/n: I’m so so sorry, this took me sooooo long to write, at first I was super inspired but it ended very fast lol, then I tried my best to write something but I couldn’t write anything for months, I wrote like 4 different ones bcs I didn’t like any (and I’m still not quite sure how I feel about this one)

anyways, I hope you understand :( I'm really sorry for those who requested, I'll try to post them asap

You remember when you first met him one year ago, you and Sunwoo were classmates but never talked to each other before, all you knew was each other's name. Your test had just begun and you were so focused on it that the touch on your shoulder startled you, so much you could hear your heart beating faster, you tried to hide it as fast as possible, but Sunwoo still noticed it, his smile got bigger and he was laughing inside, trying his best to not actually laugh, because of how cute you looked when you got scared.

"Can I borrow your eraser?" he whispered with a friendly smile on his face, for a brief second you couldn't stop staring at him, part of you was still in shock trying to process what he said, while the other was mesmerized by him.

"Sure" you nodded, handing him the eraser which he returned with the same smile and then focused again on his test, you took a deep breath to calm down your racing heart before doing the same.

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After that you found that he was a friend of a friend, so you and Sunwoo became close, every day you and Sunwoo were the first ones among your friends to arrive at school and that made it easier to talk to him alone.

"Y/n, what do you want to do in the future?" Sunwoo asked, it had been just a few weeks since you two started to talk more frequently, you two were waiting for your friends to arrive at class and he was always curious about you.

"Mm… I don't really think about it right now, I just want to live the moment I guess… you?"

"For now I want to study abroad, I always wanted to leave this place and I think educational purposes is a good excuse right?" you let out a soft laugh, Sunwoo smiled and stared at you, he always thought your smile was the cutest

"But why do you want to leave here?"

"My life feels so dull, like no ups and downs, it's just a straight line, my parents are quite strict so they don’t let me do a lot of things, so studying abroad seems like the only way to have more freedom" Sunwoo noticed this was the first time he was talking about this to someone, he loves his friends but he never got the chance to have this kind of conversation with them, but with you, it was so easy to talk to.

With time you noticed that he was a very bright and funny guy, but also very mature when needed, which quickly made you want to be with him all the time and before you even noticed, you started falling for him, but you never got the guts to tell him how you feel, you tried showing him signs but he probably didn't catch it.

You're sitting down next to your friends and Sunwoo is also there, you wanted to sit next to him but your friends sat there before you could, so you would randomly look at him in the middle of the class admiring his beauty, he was so close yet so far. None of your friends knew about your crush on Sunwoo besides Chanhee, your closest friend and also the one who officially introduced you to him.

The door opened and you could see Chanhee slowly entering the room, he bowed saying sorry for being late to the professor and walking toward you.

“Always late…” you muttered, shaking your head in a disapproving way to tease him

“Always staring at him..” Chanhee whispered in your ear sitting down next to you, you sent him a death glare for a second and returned your attention to the class.

"Y/n! Finally!" Sunwoo smiled, holding a bunch of notes, you could feel your heart beating louder and breathing getting harder "help me study for the test please!"

You giggled sitting in front of him "you're studying 15 minutes before the test?"

"Well… better than nothing right? At least I’m not late like Chanhee" he stated making you laugh. You tried teaching him everything you knew as fast as possible before you heard the ring bell indicating the test would begin soon.

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“Let’s have lunch together” one of your friends said after the class ended

“Yeah let's go!” Sunwoo wrapped his arms around Chanhee’s shoulder looking at you “you’re coming too right?”

“Of course! Me too” Chanhee answered for you after realizing the silly smile on your face looking at Sunwoo, showing that you weren’t paying attention to anything else.

This time you managed to sit next to him while Chanhee was in front of you. While waiting for your orders, your friends talked about random stuff and Sunwoo would eventually murmur something to you.

“Hey Sunwoo!” Eric said in his loud voice, getting everyone’s attention “is it true you’re going out with that new girl? What was her name again..?”

“Hyejin.. and no, I talked to her just a few times” Sunwoo quickly tried to change the subject but Eric brought it back

“She’s pretty tho, why don’t you give it a shot? Want me to help?” Eric winked at him, Sunwoo just scoffed, looking away without answering “oh.. is that a yes?” he again ignored what Eric said, taking his phone out of his pocket.

Chanhee looked at you trying to read your face, when you two made eye contact he whispered a “are you okay?”, you just nodded, but he didn’t believe you so he kept paying attention to you. Sunwoo not answering the question was even worse than if he said yes, at least you would know what he thinks but now you had no idea. You weren’t exactly upset, but you really wanted to choke Eric at that moment.

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You and your friends decide to go to a convenience store nearby. You stood outside, waiting for them since you weren’t buying anything. You kicked the stones on the floor as a way to distract yourself, you were spacing out at the moment and didn’t notice Sunwoo standing next to you.

“What are you doing?” he whispered in your ear startling you, making him laugh “you’re such a scaredy cat”

“Why you always do that when I’m distracted..” you whimpered, he smiled at your cuteness wanting to pinch your cheeks, but he held himself

“Y/n look!” he pointed to the floor, crouching down to pick it up “make a wish” he held the flower in front of you

You smiled thinking for a moment before blowing the dandelion, you looked at him and he had the same smile from the day he asked for your eraser. You two stared at each other for a few seconds before you heard the door open and your friends coming out holding their bags full of food.

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The next day you and Sunwoo were talking to each other before Eric stormed into the classroom “Sunwoo! Come here”, he stood up walking toward Eric

“What is it?” Sunwoo asked and Eric put his arms around his shoulders forcing Sunwoo to walk with him, you couldn’t hear exactly what they said but you did hear Hyejin’s name, you once again wanted to choke Eric.

“Hyejin is looking for you” Eric said while leaving the room, Sunwoo stopped and frowned at the other boy “what?” Eric questioned, confused.

“What does she want?” Eric shrugged his shoulders “tell her I’m busy” Sunwoo said turning around to go back to you but Eric stopped him with a disapproving look, “whatever it is she can tell me later right?”

Eric thought Sunwoo was just shy at first, but then noticed he wasn’t interested on her, he didn’t want to force him to do something he didn’t want so Eric didn’t insist anymore, but as soon as they were about to go back to the classroom, they heard a female voice calling Sunwoo’s name. He wanted to pretend he didn’t listen but he didn’t want to look rude, so he just smiled softly looking at the girl coming in his direction.

“Get in and make y/n some company ok?” Sunwoo whispered to Eric, he just nodded and did what he said

Eric sat in front of you, putting his bag on the floor, when he looked at you at first he noticed a small pout on your face, but as soon as you looked at him it turned into a soft smile.

“You okay?” he looked at you waiting for your response, but you just nodded, paying attention to something else. At that moment, something clicked in Eric’s head, but since he wasn’t so sure of it he decided to not ask you about it.

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For the next few days, Sunwoo tried his best to be close to you, he loved your company but you noticed he wasn’t so bright as he used to be. He still smiled and laughed often, but it sounded like he was forcing it and you didn’t know why.

“Y/n” you were sitting on the grass taking a few notes when Sunwoo showed up behind you, his voice sounded softer than usual. You looked back at him and saw a faint smile on his face, he sat next to you and for a second you forgot how to breathe, but you managed to maintain your composure.

“You okay?” you asked, realizing he looked upset. Sunwoo wanted to show you only his good side so he always tried to smile, but he also felt comfortable being vulnerable only around you.

“Yeah I…” he sighed, thinking for a moment about how he was going to say it “I’m moving to another country next week…” Sunwoo just spat it out, then stayed in silence for a few seconds, not having the courage to look into your eyes “you know my parents want me to study abroad, I also worked very hard for it, but now I don’t know if I really want to go”

You both stayed silent for a moment, you already expected that one day he would tell you he was moving but you still felt upset. Sunwoo was vaguely looking down, he grabbed a flower from the floor and held it in front of you.

"I thought you always wanted to live abroad" you said as soon as you grabbed the flower from his hands and you could feel your heart aching.

"Yeah I just.. I started to really like it here, I don't know if I can just leave it all behind" he looked around as if trying to picture everything before it was too late.

"It will be good for you, all the experience and you’ll probably make lots of friends too, don't give up" you didn't want him to regret later for not going, it's better to regret doing it than not doing it, right?

He quickly put a smile on his face "make a wish" he pointed to the dandelion you were holding. You looked at it in your hands not being able to even force a smile like Sunwoo, but you did as he said, blowing the flower.

"You want to know my wish?" you asked, looking at him as he shook his head, still smiling.

"If you tell me it won't come true" he messed your hair and stood up "don't be sad I won't be here to scare you anymore", you two giggled as he reached his hands to help you stand up.

You were heading to the airport, Chanhee and your friends were already there, making Sunwoo company until his flight, you lost track of time and were afraid you wouldn't make it in time.

Sunwoo was feeling anxious, his feet shaking seeing the time pass and worried he would not be able to see you one last time. He looked at his phone every minute to see if you sent him anything, at this point he was already thinking of giving up his decision of leaving the country, thinking he wouldn’t see you and his friends again, even though it was just temporary, he was starting to regret it and he could feel tears building up in his eyes. You ran as fast as possible, hearing the calls to his flight cursing at yourself for losing track of time.

"Y/n!" Sunwoo could finally smile, he walked towards you and opened his arms, hugging you tightly.

"I'm so sorry.. I'm late" you said trying to catch your breath

"It's okay, I'm happy I can at least say goodbye to you" he broke the hug, holding your shoulders "I'll miss you the most y/n…"

"Sunwoo I-" you were interrupted by the last call

"Sorry I need to go... bye y/n" Sunwoo hesitated for a moment, not letting you go, but he sighed in defeat trying his best to not cry in front of you, he let you go and walked away, waving at you and your friends.

"You okay?" Chanhee rubbed your back trying to comfort you

"I couldn't tell him… I wanted to tell him…" you said, still breathless, cursing yourself again for getting there too late.

"Have you been talking to Sunwoo?" Eric asked you, leaning on the wall while crossing his arms.

"Can I ask you something?" he said seriously after a few seconds of silence

"Not very often, there are 13 hours between us so it's hard to talk to him" you answered picking up all your stuff

"You just did" you didn’t look at him, just focused on whatever you were doing

"I will anyways" he giggled "were you and Sunwoo dating?"

"No… why?" you looked at him, surprised by his question

"I’m pretty sure he likes you" he tilted his head, saying it like it was obvious “you like him too right?" you turned your attention to your backpack again, not answering him "I'm sorry I tried to push him to Hyejin back then, I hope that didn’t get between you two"

“It’s ok… wasn’t he interested in her?” Eric shook his head, standing straight

“I thought he was just shy at first, but he really wasn’t, he even told me one day that she confessed to him, but he rejected her because he already liked someone, he didn’t tell me who, but I know it was you… you are prettier though” Eric smiled and messed with your hair before taking his bag and waving goodbye to you “and you two make a pretty good couple”.

"Sunwoo!" he was sitting on the grass like he always did, plucking out random leaves and flowers when he heard his recent new friend calling him "we are going to a club tonight, wanna come?"

"Oh hey Kevin" he said, grabbing one of the flowers there "I don't know… I don't really feel like going, sorry…"

"It's ok!" Kevin smiled while sitting down next to Sunwoo "that's a dandelion right?" he pointed to the flower Sunwoo was holding

"Yeah… it reminds me of someone" he hugged his legs, resting his chin on his knee still looking at the flower

"And… you like this someone?" he asked in a curious tone and Sunwoo nodded

"I really miss her… I wish I had the guts to confess to her before I left, but I think it's better this way, I’ll just get over it…" Sunwoo blew the dandelion, wishing one day you would know how he feels, he stared at the petals flying away while Kevin patted his back trying to comfort him somehow.

“You know what? I’m going with you tonight” Sunwoo looked at Kevin, who smiled weakly and nodded. That night they went to the club together and met some of their friends. Kevin knew Sunwoo got as drunk as he could so he would not feel so sad about the things he said to him earlier.

Sunwoo took his phone and opened your chat, he started recording a voice message to you without thinking twice.

He then sent the audio and when Sunwoo sobered up he regretted and cursed at himself thousands of times, not knowing you never received it for some reason, but still anxiously waiting for your response which never came.

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“What’s with that face?” Chanhee asked, sitting in front of you. You were pouting again, thousands of thoughts running in your head.

“Do you think Sunwoo found someone there?” You said without thinking, you regretted it a second later, afraid of what he would say.

“I don’t know… I don’t think so”

“He is not talking to me anymore…” you looked at your phone for the nth time, seeing if there was at least a signal of life from Sunwoo

“Y/n… I know he will be away for a few years and will be back, but are you really going to wait for him?” Chanhee tried his best to not sound too insensitive, but he didn’t want you to get hurt

“What do you mean?” you looked at him questioning, even though you already knew the answer, actually you knew it a long time ago, but you refused to accept it.

“I mean that… maybe you should move on” you looked away, still not wanting to do it

“It’s not that easy Chanhee…”

“I know…” you both knew there was nothing you could do at that moment, you know Chanhee is probably right, Sunwoo can be with anyone he wants and so do you, but why do you feel so sad about losing someone who was never actually yours?

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Sunwoo wanted to call you every night, but he always hesitated before pressing the button and eventually gave up. He can’t help wondering what you thought when you heard the message, maybe you never liked him back and didn’t want to be mean to him, so he just ruined your friendship, so like this he convinces himself that it is better to be far away from you. His new life was not bad, he had the freedom he always wanted, and he has nice friends, but it was not all happiness as he thought it would be, every night he wished you would not forget him.

It’s been three years since Sunwoo left, at first you both would make some effort to at least text each other, but at a point you two gave up and just stopped talking. It was hard at the beginning, but eventually, you stopped thinking about him, keeping yourself busy was the best way to do so. You could still feel your heart sinking whenever you heard his name, but with time it didn’t hurt so much anymore.

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You heard your name being called, you took your coffee order and turned around to leave, but suddenly a guy who was putting his jacket on raised his arms and knocked your cup, spilling coffee all over you.

“Oh my god... I’m so sorry…” the boy said, panicking taking a bunch of tissues to try to help you

“It’s ok, don’t worry..” you said waving your hands, showing it was fine

“I’ll pay the laundry… let me give you my number” he said searching for a piece of paper to write.

“It’s really fine, don't worry about that...” you said while holding your shirt so it would stop sticking to your body.

“But… I feel bad about it…” he said so low you almost couldn’t hear “let me pay you another coffee then”

“Alright then… I’ll just clean this first” he nodded smiling, you went to the bathroom trying to clean the coffee stains on your shirt, but almost nothing changed, for your luck, kind of, you had a sweater you could wear to hide the stains so you did. When you left the bathroom, the boy was standing there holding a cup.

“Here! I’m really sorry about that” he shyly smiled while handing you the coffee “Are you sure you don’t want me to pay for the laundry?”

"It's fine, you already got me another coffee" you smiled to reassure him

⠀⠀⠀⠀

“I can’t believe you didn’t get his number!” Chanhee walked next to you, you told him what happened at the coffee shop while you two were heading to a club.

“I- there was coffee all over me, I wasn’t really thinking…”

“Ugh you seriously… Do you even know his name?”

“No… He didn’t tell me and I didn’t ask…”

“It was right there, he was going to give you his number, you just had to accept it! Stupid…” he sighed shaking his head, frustrated that you wasted such an opportunity. You know Chanhee was scolding you in a teasing way, but you too were regretting it.

You both arrived at the club, Chanhee went to grab a drink when you saw a familiar face walking towards you.

“Hi!” he was holding a drink, smiling so innocently. You grinned, happy that you two met again when a few minutes ago you thought you would never see him again, it felt like it was destiny.

“Hey! You’re the guy that spilled my coffee right?” you asked teasingly, the boy laughed putting his drink on the table

“Yeah… it sucks that this is how you remember me…” you giggled, you were about to ask him his name but someone else interrupted you.

“Hey Kevin!” you heard another guy calling him, right after he showed up behind him softly slapping his arm “you were supposed to wait for me!”

Your eyes widened and your smile slowly faded when you looked at the other guy and when he saw you, he had the same reaction, the boy, whom you now know it’s Kevin, looked at you both not understanding what was happening.

“Do you guys know each other?”

“Y/n?” He said ignoring Kevin, in fact, he didn’t even listen to what he said.

“Sunwoo… when did you come back?” you forced a smile, hiding how awkward you were feeling at that moment

“Last week” Sunwoo looked at Kevin as if telling him to leave you two alone, Kevin noticed it and excused himself “it’s been a while”

“Yeah… Chanhee is here with me, we should all hang out sometime!”

“Yeah sure, I’ll call you!”

“Oh you still have my number?” you didn’t realize at that moment that it sounded like you were complaining about him never talking to you again.

“Um… I think I do, is it still the same?” he took his phone feeling a little embarrassed as you nodded

“Kim Sunwoo! You’re back!” Chanhee suddenly showed up and greeted Sunwoo “I thought you forgot about us”

“Of course not… I’m sorry I haven’t kept in touch” Chanhee and Sunwoo kept talking like nothing changed, just like they always did 3 years ago.

You weren’t paying attention to what they were saying, as you were looking at them, you realized that Chanhee didn’t change a lot in comparison to Sunwoo, or maybe you just never noticed because you saw Chanhee almost everyday, but you didn’t see Sunwoo for years. You were thinking about how much Sunwoo had changed, but at the same time still looked the same. He looked more mature and more handsome if that was even possible, and as you were looking at him, you smiled like an idiot without even noticing, forgetting about everything else.

“Chanhee is gonna be late…” You put your phone away after talking to Chanhee, he said he was getting ready and would arrive in a few minutes. You told him to not be late because you thought you would feel awkward if it was just you and Sunwoo, but what did you expect?

“Typical of him” Sunwoo scoffed, crossing his arms, he was sitting in front of you at the cafe. “He hasn't changed a bit uh?” he said laughing.

You two waited for him, but after almost 2 hours you realized he wasn’t coming. You took your phone to swear at him for doing this to you, Chanhee read it but didn’t reply

“I guess he is not coming” Sunwoo said and you shyly smiled, silence hitting you both and awkwardness growing. You two tried distracting yourselves with something, looking away from each other and avoiding talking, until Sunwoo clicked his tongue and broke the silence.

“I need to ask you something” he leaned in and rested his arms on the table “Why did you never answer my message?” You frowned, confused at what he was talking about.

“What message? You’re the one who never reached me anymore…”

“I know for sure I sent you a message, I waited for your response for weeks”

You took your phone and searched for his chat, you now wonder why you still have your conversation with him. “There is nothing Sunwoo… the last message was mine”

Sunwoo then did the same and showed it to you “See? I sent you an audio”

“Which I never received…” you showed your phone to him, both screens showing different things “What did it say? The audio”

“It doesn’t matter now” he sighed in relief, putting his phone away, he felt like a weight had been lifted from him “Sorry, I didn’t know you never got it… I kept resenting you for ignoring it” he chuckled embarrassedly

“It’s fine… I did the same thinking you ghosted me” you admitted, curious about what he said that he waited so long for your answer.

“Should we go somewhere else?” Sunwoo said, trying to change the subject. You agreed to him, you two stood up and started walking around just to pass the time. You told him how you met Kevin and Sunwoo talked about how he met him and how it was to live alone in another country “You know Kevin kept saying that he regretted not asking the number of a girl, someone he accidentally knocked the coffee on, if I knew it was you I would have told him to back o-” he suddenly stopped talking when he realized what he was saying, hoping you didn’t hear that.

You listened to him attentively and from what he said, it seemed like he had a good time there and maybe that’s why he never spoke to you or your friends again. You couldn’t help sulking up for a brief moment, still Sunwoo noticed it and stopped walking, when you noticed it you looked at him confused.

He walked near you and put your hair away, his face stopped a few inches from yours, you felt a cold sensation so you looked down your neck and saw a necklace. “It reminded me of you when I saw this” he was standing still in front of you smiling “I was afraid I would never have the chance to give you this”

You stared at the necklace speechless, feeling your heart beating like crazy, it was so hard for you to get over him but now you felt like the same person from 3 years ago who was head over heels for him, and now you don’t know if it’s just the feelings from the past coming back or if you’re falling for him all over again, maybe you just never stopped loving him.

You two decided to stop at a park nearby to rest, as you were walking Sunwoo suddenly stopped and picked something from the floor. You two sat down at the bench and he looked at the flower he just picked up.

“Why do I keep finding this? Is the universe trying to tell me something or what?” he giggled “Make a wish, I think I already asked for too many things”. You smiled and thought about something to wish for. The last time you did this you were with him too, and you remembered your wish was for him to reciprocate your feelings, little did you know that it was fulfilled before you even wished for it.

“I made a wish a few years ago, but I guess no flower can grant me that so I’m the only one who can make it come true” he stared at you like he was in a trance, you looked at him taken aback and your eyes met.

“What do you mean?” you did your best to sound as calmest as possible.

‘Well… fuck it I’m telling her now’ he thought before gathering the courage to say it out loud “I wished that you would know how I felt” he turned his body to you and he would slowly lean closer, more and more “I wished that one day you would be mine, I regretted every day not telling you that before” you stared at him in complete shock, his face was so close to yours your breaths mixed “I was in love with you and I’m in love with you again” he stayed silent for a second, trying to read your expression to know if he should move away “Actually I think I never stopped loving you”

He stares into your eyes, waiting for you to say something. You blinked many times and had your mouth slightly open, thinking to yourself “Am I dreaming? Did he really say that?”

“Now it’s the time you say you don’t feel the same” he smiled “Or else I’ll kiss you”

“I- you- are you serious?”

Sunwoo stayed silent and took his phone, he opened your chat and played the voice message he sent you that day he got drunk at the club.

“y/n hi… it’s Sunwoo… I miss you miss” he giggled at himself “You know… on that day you sat next to me and I needed an eraser, I could just have asked my friend in front of me, but I wanted an excuse to talk to you and I ended up scaring you, did you know you look very cute when you get scared?” he chuckled again and stayed silent for a few seconds, the effects of the alcohol still strong in his body “I heard people talking about a love that comes once in a lifetime and I thought that’s bullshit, but I’ve never known anybody like you, when I’m with you I feel so alive and free, I forget how to breathe you know? I just wish you loved me back…” Sunwoo went silent again and took a deep breath, this time starting to feel nauseous “I think I’m gonna pass out at any moment…but I really mean it… everything”

Sunwoo took a deep breath trying to figure out what you were thinking “I still feel the same way… even after all this time”, he pressed his lips together, feeling a little embarrassed about the drunk audio he just showed you “How about you answer it now?”

“That day at the airport I wanted to tell you this, I even practiced before and I lost track of time but I couldn’t tell you… since the first time I saw you, you made my heart beat like crazy and you never left my head after that, whenever I was with you I was the happiest” Sunwoo now has the same reaction you had when he confessed his feelings to you “I wonder what would be different now if I didn’t get late that day and told you that I loved you”

“You loved me? And now...?”

“I still love you Sunwoo…” Sunwoo's eyes widened and he cupped your cheeks bringing you closer to him, he smiled looking deeply into your eyes before kissing you.

“I wanted to do this for so long...” he said putting your foreheads together, his hands still cupping your face while yours were on his waist.

“Me too…” you chuckled

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“I guess that it just wasn’t the right time for us, but what matters is that we can be together now” you nodded agreeing with him, he then hugged you, resting his head on your shoulders ”I need to thank all those dandelions now”

(I forgot about the taglist, is this right? I don't even remember how to do this anymore hahah, let me know if I tagged you wrong~)

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i-am-bitterly-jittery · 3 years

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On Death's Doorstep (pt 6/?)

now I know what you're thinking: "hey Thursday, what happened to part 5?" I'm not done yet, don't worry about, nothing in that part is needed for this part, and nothing in this part spoils that part

[<<Start],,,[<Part 4],[<Prev],[Next>]

Word Count: 1595

Rating: Teen

Pairings: familial Moxiety, future Anxceit, past abusive Virgil/OC

Warnings: violence, abusive relationship, murder, child abuse, one line of fatphobia, nightmare

You can skip this part if any of that ^ is too much for you, it’s mostly an angsty flashback

~~~START~~~

Days tended to blur together for Virgil, he was on call 24/7 — though villains did seem more inclined to strike on the weekend (maybe they had day jobs? It wasn’t Virgil's job to know what villains did when they weren’t actively committing crimes) — which didn’t leave much room for a routine. Patton going to preschool four days a week was the closest Virgil got to having a weekly schedule.

Virgil and Orin didn’t take Patton to his preschool (which was only on the first floor of the building), he had a nanny who took him places and watched him when both his dads were out. They didn’t take him to the park either; no, Agent Sophie took Patton to school every day, she took him to the park sometimes, she took him to the zoo on his birthday…

It wasn’t that Virgil didn't want to take Patton places, he just wasn’t allowed to leave the building unless it was for business.

He wasn’t allowed to do a lot of things.

Virgil was never good at cooking, so, in some ways, it was a relief to have all their meals delivered to them, but in others… Virgil’s dad was a terrible cook too, papa had tried multiple times during Virgil’s childhood to teach both of them basic cooking skills. The only skills Virgil had mastered was boiling water, and how to slice apples; dad always forgot about the water and had almost set the house on fire a few times.

But despite how bad Virgil was at cooking, he missed being with his dads in the kitchen. Some of his best childhood memories were of him and dad sneaking batter out of the bowl while papa tried to make cookies, and it saddened him that he couldn’t offer Patton similar memories.

“What are you thinking about?” Orin’s voice startled him out of his thoughts, bringing him back to their decorative kitchen, in their penthouse apartment, in a city far away from Virgil’s home.

It was Sunday — or at least Virgil was pretty sure it was Sunday — evening; their dinner had just been delivered, and Virgil had been in the middle of plating it when he’d zoned out. The day had been pretty quiet, and it was the first time in a long time that Virgil had gotten to spend the whole day with Patton — Orin had had some other work to do, but he’d been there for breakfast, and had gotten back in time for dinner.

“I miss my dads,” Virgil told him as he resumed separating the salad — which was surely as healthy as it was flavorless — into three bowls. “I didn’t get to see them the last time they were in town because Gemini was robbing that jewelry store.”

“I don’t know what you’re so upset about,” Orin rolled his eyes. “Every time they visit, they just baby you.”

“Being concerned about my well-being isn’t the same as ‘babying’ me.” Orin didn’t get why Virgil’s dads visited so often; he didn’t understand why Virgil wanted his dads to have a relationship with Patton. Virgil had never met Orin’s parents, and his husband never spoke of them, but there was clearly some sort of bad blood there. “Patton, dinner!”

The topic was dropped as the four-year-old came bouncing into the kitchen.

“Do you want your high chair, or a big kid chair?” Virgil asked him. Patton was getting too big for his high chair, but Virgil still liked to give him the option.

“Big kid!” Patton declared, already scaling the side of one of the stools. Orin took a seat in the stool next to him; Virgil ate across from them, standing up.

The salad was as bland as expected, and Virgil felt another sharp longing for his papa’s cooking. Patton’s face screwed up in disgust after one bite.

“‘S gross, daddy,” the toddler whined.

“It’s good for you,” Orin corrected, eating his salad with a perfectly straight face. “It’ll help you grow big and strong.”

“Lemme see what we have to spice it up,” Virgil offered, ignoring Orin’s glare as he opened the fridge.

There wasn’t much in the fridge — some milk, some juice, other beverages — but there were some condiments. Virgil pulled out some that he thought Patton might like.

“Who puts chocolate sauce on salad?” Orin demanded as he scowled at Virgil’s choices. “You’re gonna make the kid fat!”

“Orin!”

“Virgil!” Orin’s hand hit the counter with a loud smack! and a series of cracks spiraled out across the granite.

Virgil flinched, and the subject was dropped; though Orin did allow for a small amount of ranch dressing to be added to Patton’s salad. After Patton was bathed and tucked into bed, the argument picked up again.

“I think we should think about retiring,” Virgil said, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on the dirty dishes in front of him. Orin was a lifer, he’d dedicated his life to military service before he’d been honorably discharged, and now his life was dedicated to the superhero service… ‘retire’ wasn’t in his vocabulary.

A glass hit the wall next to Virgil’s head, shattering a raining broken glass into the sink. Virgil sprang away, dropping the plate he’d been holding into the soapy water.

“WHAT THE FUCK HAS BEEN WRONG WITH YOU LATELY!?” Orin shouted. “You want to retire? And do what exactly? I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Virgil, but you’re bad at basically everything!”

“Well– I mean– I can–”

Orin shoved Virgil, who slammed into a wall. His ribs screamed in protest as the air whooshed out of his lungs. Virgil crumpled to the floor, gasping desperately for oxygen.

“Daddy?” Patton’s voice carried across the room, and moments later, the sleepy toddler shuffled into view. “Papa?”

“GO BACK TO BED!” Orin snapped, grabbing his son’s arm forcefully — too forcefully if Patton’s sudden screams were anything to go by — and shoving him in the direction of his room. Patton stumbled a few steps before tripping and hitting his head on the island.

Virgil saw red and the next thing he knew, he had a frying pan — which, like most of the things in the kitchen, had never been used before — clutched in his hand. Orin’s back was turned to him as he advanced on Patton’s prone body, so Virgil took the opportunity to come up behind him and bring the pan down across his head. The hit sent Orin tumbling to the ground just short of their son (as well as leaving a sizable dent in the frying pan)

“Oh you fucking–!” Orin growled, getting his feet back under him and stalking back towards Virgil.

Virgil swung the pan again, but Orin ripped it out of his hands. Virgil scrambled backwards until his back hit the counter behind him; he had space to run either left or right, but Orin was faster and would probably catch him before he made it very far. Desperately, Virgil reached behind him, hoping to find anything that could help him.

His fingers brushed against the unused — but fully stocked — knife block. He grabbed one at random and brought it around just as Orin began charging. The point of the chef’s knife was pressed against Orin’s chest before either man could fully process what was about to happen.

Orin’s momentum carried him forward and the knife–

Virgil woke with a start; he’d been allowed to heal himself several days ago, but his ribs still cried out against the memory of their injury.

The room was dark, but the heart-shaped nightlight that Serp- Janus bought a few days ago provided enough light for Virgil to be able to see his son sleeping soundly just a few inches away from him. The toddler’s slow and steady breathing was enough to fight off the mounting panic in Virgil’s chest.

Patton is fine. Patton is breathing. Patton is fine.

A broken sob left Virgil’s lips before he could stifle it. Patton’s brow furrowed. The four-year-old turned on his side, still asleep, and stretched an arm out, reaching for his dad.

Virgil took the small hand in his own and felt a wave of calm wash over him. He may be a murderer, but Patton was fine.

Idly, Virgil wondered whether or not Patton had some sort of empathetic powers. He’d have powers, there was no doubt about that, not with two superpowered fathers, but when he started displaying them and what they would be a mystery.

Either way, holding onto his son’s hand slowly but surely brought him back from the edge of panic. Once his breathing was back to normal, Virgil carefully slipped from the bed, and quietly crept from the room.

He’d explored the whole apartment over the last two days, checking every nook and cranny for whatever security measures Dr. Frankenstein had — there were six security cameras in the main living area that would be able to survey the entire space, none in the bathroom, and none in the bedroom; none of the cameras had audio. The only blind spot he’d found was the space above the refrigerator.

That was where he curled up now. They’d know he was here, the cameras would have tracked his path, but Virgil wasn’t trying to hide. Not really.

He needed to be alone — somewhere safe. Nowhere was safe, but at least the fridge offered him a perfect view of the door.

Virgil fell asleep up there, longing to be back in his dads’ house, with his dad laughing about Virgil’s cat-like tendencies, and papa trying to coax him down with the promise of cookies.

~~~END~~~

I don’t think I ever established everyone’s ages so Virgil is 25, Patton is 4, Orin was 33, Janus is 29, Logan is 44, and the twins are 22

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amarillis39 · 3 years

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Writing Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @thusatlas

And did you just say procrastination? Here goes, maybe it'll help me get out of the writer's block!

1. What was your favourite thing to write about when you first started writing? Has that changed with time?

I used to focus a lot on characters interactions and funny (at least I thought they were) jokes with minimal descriptions and practically no plot. Over the years and several abandoned stories later I've learned to appreciate the worldbuilding and scene setting as well as the plot and (some) planning.

Don't get me wrong, I do love me some no plot one shots!

2. Describe your most recent WIP in the worst way you can think of. If you don’t have a WIP, then your most recently completely story.

I have too many WIPs... Let's say the one that I'm currently staring at:

Harry's crippling hero complex stands in the way of Theo's plans.

3. What is a line you’ve written recently and been proud of?

Now it was time to indulge and pretend there wasn’t hell to pay in the future. He hadn’t planned on lasting long enough to find out anyway.

4. Is there anything you would read but not write? How about anything you would write but not read?

I love to read horror, gore every once in a while but I really doubt I would be capable of writing one myself. Similar with dub con themes, I will read it but won't write it.

I would definitely write MCD but I'm not usually reading much of those.

5. Is there a fan-fiction character that makes you want to rip your hair out when you write them?

Definitely Hermione - I'm struggling with her character every time. I gathered from canon that she's incredibly logical most times but hot headed and confusing all the same. I'm incapable of following her thought process. Take Devil's Snare situation - in a heat of a moment she hadn't considered that she's a witch and can summon some light/fire but could recite every magical property of the plant that was literally strangling her.

Another one would be Ron. I love him but I have never been able to write him because how contradicting his character is for me... I actually kind of always forget about him in my fics... oops.

6. Which HP character do you relate to? Which one do you like writing the most?

I feel like I would relate to something between Harry and Draco. It's very hard to explain, just imagine a colder, more calculated and less of a saviour type Harry. If that makes sense...

As for writing... I do love me an emo ex-Death Eater or Death Eather's son. Theo Nott - because he's a blank page and I love hurting him sometimes. Draco Malfoy - the original emo ex-Death Eater, I love him to be a bit lofty, a bit angsty, a bit of a Viking...

7. What is your favourite writing spot?

Sofa in front of TV, with plenty of loud background noises and distractions.

8. Do you structure your writing extensively, go by the fly, or are you somewhere in between?

I'm not sure I know how to properly structure but let's call me somewhere in the middle. I have notes in random places with plot points I previously forgot, general outline (which I always stray from) and some key informations... this is as much as I'm capable of doing.

Tagging - @leilahmoon @magicaltraveler3 @jmilzwrites @modestk @ohgreatmyarmscomeoff @beautyberrywrites and whoever else would like to take part!

#tag game #writing

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inevitably-johnlocked · 5 years

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Hi! sorry to bother you, but could you recommend me parentlock fics or long fics? long fics doesn't have to be parent lock, it's only a topic that I am now reading, they can have different topics, sorry if my English isn't good, it's not my first language and I'm trying my best, either way thanks! I love your dedication and the work in your blog!

Hi Nonny!

Yes! I do have some Parentlock fics! I did a past list awhile ago, so I’ll take the opportunity to make this particular post a Part 2 List :)

As for Long Fics, I do have other posts for long fics as well as other asks so adding new fics will be part of those asks, but you can check out these lists for other long fics:

Novella Length Fics: 25 to 50K (Aug. 2019)

Novel Length Fics: 50 to 100K (Nov. 2018)

Novel Length Fics: 100K+ w. (May 2019)

Otherwise, hope you enjoy today’s additions to Parentlock!

If any of my lovelies have any others to add, please feel free to do so :)

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PARENTLOCK Pt. 2