Solitude, silence and fasting. Embracing the three most essential spiritual disciplines opens us to the deepest kind of risk: the risk of discovering who we really are, in all our flaws and confusion. Solitude forces us to step away from the continual affirmation of our authority by others; silence compels us to practice quietness rather than noisy self-assertion; fasting exposes our dependence on food and other good things to prop up our sense of agency and capacity.
All of them, practiced regularly, will humble us, bringing us up against our own limits and our own foolishness. Without solitude, silence and fasting, we have no true authority -we are captives of others’ approval, addicted to our personal soundtracks and chained to our pleasures. But on the other side of this vulnerability is true authority, grounded in something deeper than our circumstances.
“So considerate. Though I can’t believe you kicked everyone out of the house so you could take me to bed.”
“One of the many benefits to being High Lord.”
“What a terrible abuse of power.”
#2 Life priorities as a High Lord
“Too bad there isn’t room in the tub for two.”
“A design flaw, and one I shall remedy tomorrow.”’
#3 The true burden of a High Lord
Don’t they know by now that they can find you down here?
Of course. But I never go to the same spot twice in a row, so it usually takes them so long to find me that they don’t bother. Plus, they know that if I’m here, it’s because I want to be alone.
Poor baby High Lord, I crooned. Having to run away to find solitude perfect for brooding.
#4 Mature, serious, responsible ruler
Rhys pinched my behind, and I clamped down on my lip to keep from yelping. I could have sworn Clotho’s shoulders shook with laughter.
Rhys slid his hands into his pockets. “I figure it’s time for the world to know who really has the largest wingspan.” Cassian laughed, and even Azriel smiled. Mor gave me a look that had me biting my lip to keep from.
#5 Best teacher of his time
“I believe my little lessons helped.”
“Yes, ‘Rhys is the greatest lover a female can hope for’ is undoubtedly how I learned to read.”
“I was only trying to tell you what you now know.”
# Rhysand? Competitive? Never!
“I need—a toilet.” [Nesta]
I met Rhys’s stare as he prowled in behind her, hands in his pockets. What did you do? His brows shot up.
Me? Rhys leaned against the bottom post of the banister. She complained that I was flying deliberately slow. So I went fast.
Mercifully, or perhaps not, Nesta’s retching filled the silence. Cassian gaped at Rhys. “What did you do?” “I asked him the same thing,” I said, crossing my arms. “He said he ‘went fast.’ ”
Nesta vomited again—then silence. Cassian sighed at the ceiling. “She’ll never fly again.”
This is quite short - apologies Word Count - 1201 words
Based off of this request:(xx) Warning:Light smut at the end.
You listened as your daughter
got continually more riled up with Harry’s muteness, wanting nothing more than
to talk to her Daddy. He had strict orders to rest his voice, something very
unwelcome with how busy your day is.
You were stood in the kitchen while
the two of them sat at the dining table, keeping you company. You attempted to
stir the pot of noodles cooking on the stove one handed while also keeping your
newborn latched to feed.
“Daddy! Stop it.” Luna raised
her hand as if she was going to hit him but the look of seriousness that he
gave her stopped the four-year-old, deciding to sit back down and pout. You
could feel sweat running down your neck with the heat of the pan clogging the
air and you were finding it hard to find clean air.
You paced over to the window,
opening it wide and leaning out as much as you could without squishing the
3-week-old baby, Noah, in your arms. The fresh air was a relief to your system
and you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away.
You felt a hand on your shoulder
and turned to find Harry, a concerned look on his face, his eyes asking if you
were okay. The little girl following behind him caught you eye and her tear
streaked cheeks hurt your heart. There was no point explaining for a third-time
Harrys situation, you had given up a while ago.
“Fine, babe.” That was until the
smoke alarm sounded, the smoke arising from the burning pot of noodles setting
it off. “No, no. Fuck.”
You rushed over and tried to
stir the clump but it proved impossible, the noodles sticking to the pan with
no budge. You threw the pan off the hot plate on to the bench, the sound
alarming the sleeping baby, sending him into a fit of cries.
Meanwhile Harry watched in a
shock, Luna at his side tugging on his hand. He could see you were slowly
falling apart and he couldn’t so much as give you comforting words. Doctors
order an all.
“Mummy said a bad word.” You
heard Luna whisper it to Harry, obviously seeing the state you’re in and not
wanting to push you any further. You rarely swore in front of the kids and felt
shitty you had let one slip.
“Luna, get out of the kitchen
please. Go play with your toys.” You were bouncing Noah, trying to lull him
back to sleep while letting out anything but soothing ‘shh’s’. They came out
harsh and angry; a clear representation of your mood.
“Can you turn that thing off,
Harry? Don’t just stand there for crying out loud.” You were still bouncing
Noah in a way you were sure wasn’t too relaxing but you were too stressed to
care. Since you had ruined dinner, you were ransacking the cupboard looking for
something easy and fast.
The smoke alarm had silenced,
telling you Harry had done what you asked. Now the siren had stopped and it was
much easier to think, you felt terrible about the way you had snapped at Harry
Finding a box of macaroni and
cheese, you decided that would have to do for tonight’s dinner. You turned to
see Harry leaning against the island counter, eyebrows furrowed and watching
you with careful eyes. You sighed, knowing what the look on his face meant.
“What?” You threw the box on the
counter and rested your hand on your hip. Luna was gone, no doubt she had put
up a fight when Harry led her out the kitchen. Noah had quietened with small
whimpers sounding every few seconds.
Harry shrugged and put his hands
up in surrender. He walked to stand in front of you and brushed your cheek with
the back of his hand. Your head was cradled in his large hand and he pulled you
forward for a kiss. Then he took Noah out of your arms, you let out a sigh of
relief from the pain your arm was in for holding him to long.
He took a step back and mouthed
three words. ‘I love you.’ With that he signaled he would check on Luna and
exited the kitchen. You breathed in some air, thankful for the minute alone.
However, the guilt of your abrupt snap weighs on your chest. For now, you would
have to forget about it and make dinner.
You stood in the doorway of your
ensuite later that night, brushing your teeth, as you watched Harry move about
the space of the bedroom getting ready for bed. Dinner was quiet. You had to
get up numerous times to see to Noah and didn’t get a chance to eat your food
before it went cold.
Harry insisted on getting Noah
and Luna to sleep but both kids were reliant on a story or soft whispers to lull
them to sleep. Harry could do neither.
Now that both kids were sleeping
soundly and the only sounds heard were the scuffling of Harry’s feet on the
carpet and the bristles of your toothbrush on your teeth, you could feel some
of the stress from the day lifting off your shoulders.
He looked up at you after some
time, feeling your gaze on him. With a smile, he raised his eyebrows as if to
ask you if you needed anything. You giggled around your toothbrush at his
expression, foam from the toothpaste dribbling out of your mouth.
He shook his head and silently
chuckled at you, pointing in the direction of the sink, prompting you to finish
getting ready for bed. When you emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later,
the only light came from the lamp on Harry’s side of the bed.
He sat against the headboard, a
book in his hands, reading glasses perched on his nose. You stood and stared
again, enjoying the view way too much. Even after two kids, passion was not
lacking in your relationship.
“You look very, very nice this
evening, Styles.” You made your way to the bottom of the bed and crawled your
way up to his legs. He lowered his book, looking down at you with a smirk and a
sparkle in his eyes.
“I think apologies are in order.”
You rose on your knees and sat back on your heels, settling between his legs, your
hands on his thighs, inches away from his crotch. “I was incredibly rude
He looked at you with wonder and
lust. He nodded his head slightly, encouraging you to trace a finger up his
thigh and circle it around his cock, feeling it hardening under your touch. You
gave him an innocent look, but his eyes were closed, veins producing from his
neck as he fought to stay quiet.
Your hand stopped its stroking
and you worked on getting his underwear past his hips, his erection free from
“I think you’ve been quiet for
long enough, baby.” And with that, you took him into your mouth, feeling the
length of him fill your mouth. It started off with whimpers, however when he
came, he couldn’t stop the yell tearing through his throat.
Lance knows; at least, he thinks he knows. Keith’s been acting weird for weeks now: shady, dodgy, and just generally un-Keith like. And, it helps that Lance maybe found a receipt for a very pricey ring hidden in Keith’s coat pocket a few days ago.
He wants to be excited when he wakes on the day that he’s sure Keith has it planned, but he’s struggling. His head hurts, bad. The pain is borderline numbing; he almost feels as if his head is floating, bobbing around in the ocean while water rushes into his ears and floods his vision.
But, he can’t get away with just a headache can he? No. While his head feels as if it may fly off his body, his limbs feel like massive weights constantly trying to pull his body to the ground, and they ache fiercely. Combine those with full body chills that keep running rampant across his slender frame and the coughing and sneezing he’s struggling as it is to hide from Keith, and Lance can easily say he’s fighting a very shitty bout of the flu.
But, that doesn’t matter because Keith has a big day planned, and he will be damned if he fucks up what could be the single best moment of his life.
From 9 in the morning until 5 in the evening, Lance has been running around town with Keith. They went to the movies, they window shopped, and they ate lunch at Lance’s favorite restaurant, even though he didn’t have an appetite and had to fake it.
Now, the two are strolling hand in hand through a garden just as the sun behind them dips below the horizon. Small lights are wrapped around the trees framing their walkway, and really, Lance thinks, the setting is calm yet beautiful, but he can’t find the energy to enjoy it. His entire focus is centered on putting one foot in front of the other. He’s having to mentally yell at himself to stay awake, and every few minutes, he’s forced to blink away the darkness that threatens to take hold.
Really, he’s quite impressed he’s made it this far. Even with his occasional coughing and sneezing, Keith has yet to pick up on his illness, and Lance isn’t sure if that’s a good thing or not.
But whatever, he thinks. He doesn’t care. All he cares about right now is Keith suddenly ushering him toward a bench placed in front of a large fountain. The second he sits, he breathes out a low sigh of relief that catches in his throat when Keith suddenly drops down to one knee in front of him.
Shit, he thinks. It’s really fucking happening.
Lance watches with wide eyes as Keith slides a small blue box out of his coat pocket. The ring!
“I hated you when I first met you…”
Lance chokes out a laugh in between tears. That, he thinks, is a fucking understatement.
“But you are so fucking persistent. You just kept appearing in my life, over and over until I couldn’t get your eyes from my mind or your laugh from my ears.”
Lance’s heart is swelling within his chest, and if Keith’s outer appearance is anything to go by, he’d say the latter feels the same.
“I would sometimes try to picture myself without you by my side, and it made me physically sick. That’s when I realized that I needed to do this.”
Lance blinks through tears when Keith pops the box lid up, revealing a glistening ring.
“I need you in my life, Lance. Will you marry me?”
Even though he was expecting it, Lance still let’s out a small sob as he nods and absently slides one glove off before holding his hand out.
Keith’s fingers are warm against his cold skin, and the ring slides onto his ring finger with ease. It’s stunning, but not as stunning as the man in front of him.
Lance’s eyes flutter closed when Keith leans forward to kiss him. Their lips meet, and Lance’s entire body goes warm from the gentle touch that serves as a comforting reminder of everything he’s ever wanted and everything he now has.
When they break the kiss, neither wants to lose the heat of the moment, so Keith drops his forehead against Lance’s, only to suddenly jerk away with a sharp frown moments later.
Lance’s brows furrow. “Keith, what-”
“You’ve got a fever.”
Shit. Fuck. Shit. “What?” Lance tries, voice tipping upward to mock an easy tone. “Because you just proposed to me.” He tries, but Keith only shakes his head and takes a step back, staring him down with narrow eyes.
“No. You’re so pale, and you look exhausted. You’re sick.”
Lance can’t pin Keith’s emotions. The latter’s tone is borderline accusing, but his face is surprised yet pinched with worry.
“I’m sorry,” Lance admits, unsure of what else to say while he mentally kicks himself for ruining the moment with his poor immune system.
He watches as Keith only shakes his head, and next thing he knows, he’s being gently pulled up from the bench then guided through the rest of the garden with a steady arm around his waist.
Everything is moving too fast, yet the silence between the two lingers, leaving Lance on edge. He suddenly grinds his feet to a halt, and clears his throat.
“Keith. I’m sorry,” he starts, voice shaking hard. “I didn’t… I wanted-” Whatever words to follow are cut off by Keith pressing a feather light kiss to his burning forehead.
“It’s okay. Just… I want to get you home. Your fever is worrying, and I hate seeing you sick.”
Lance nods, eyes brimming with tears as the two start walking once more. He drops his pounding, fuzzy head against Keith’s shoulder, illness catching up to him like a tidal wave.
God my smut skills are shit, I’m sorry you guys idk why I can’t make a decent smut.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Word Count: 1563
“Did you just throw that at me?”
You knew that when you got into a relationship with Jungkook
that his attention could never be 100% on you, you knew that, you accepted
that, but when he actually had a few days off you would think that he wouldn’t
stay on his phone all day.
You were excited when Jungkook called you because you
haven’t talked to him in little under a week due to promotions and everything,
you came right over unlocking the dorms front door with the key Jungkook had
gave to you and walked right in hoping to see your boyfriend waiting for you,
but no. He was sitting on the couch, tv on and feet resting on the small
ottoman in front of him. You closed the door signaling that you walked in, you
expected at least a small glance at the very least, you questioned why he even
called you over to see him if all he was going to do was keep his nose buried
in his phone.
You sat down on the other side of the couch he was sitting
on and decided not to say anything. The silence got old to you real fast, you
wished the silence caressed your skin like the small breeze from the air
conditioner against your skin did but it didn’t. You felt irritation grow
inside of you and a part of you wanted to just get up and leave because you
didn’t even think he would have noticed. Just as you huffed out a breath of air
Jungkook dropped his legs from the ottoman, eyes still glued to his phone,
fingers tapping away mindlessly to whoever he was texting.
Who was he texting? What was so important that he had the
nerve to ignore you? He stood up from his spot and you understood that he was
now walking away. Every step he took you found yourself get angrier, you didn’t
think you’d be this angry with him, you’re not the type of girlfriend to be
needy or clingy and get angry at every little thing he does but today and not
having any contact with him in a week has got you frustrated and the lack of
attention and communication only made it worse.
You never liked to fight with Jungkook, you never pushed him
or got physical with him so you did the only thing logical. You turned around
quickly, clutching on a pillow that was behind your back and chucked it as hard
as you can. You don’t know what you were aiming for, you really wanted to hit
his phone out of his hands but you knew if you actually succeeded in that and
he dropped it and it happened to break that he surely wasn’t going to speak to
you today. The pillow was easy to throw, it wasn’t extremely soft and was
fairly firm so when it hit the back of Jungkook’s head his head jerked forward
and as if it was in slow motion you saw his head raise back up, phone get
tucked back in his back pocket and his body soon turn around to face you.
Your head instantly snapped to the tv before his eyes had
the chance to land on you, you dropped any emotion you had on your face and focused
on not looking at his expression whether it be amused or irritated. “Did
you just throw that at me?” He asked, you felt relieved when you heard
that there was no annoyance in his tone of voice. You glanced at him quickly
before diverting your eyes back to the tv and shrugging at his question. “I
don’t know did the pillow just magically levitate and decide to hit you in the
back of the head?” You said, sarcasm dripping from every word that left your
You could see from the corner of your eye that Jungkook had
leaned against the wall, arms crossing over his chest as he continued to stare
at you who was still maintaining your focus on the television. “Why’d you throw
it?” Jungkook said pushing himself off the wall and now brought himself towards
you. Your head snapped at seeing him move and a big smile just appeared on your
face. “Just because.” You shrugged again head craning up as Jungkook
soon towered over you. Before you knew it Jungkook was leaning over you, your
back hitting the arm rest of the couch and his lips trailed kisses down your
neck. “Just…because…huh?” Jungkook said in between breathes, his
hands pressing down into your hips as he pressed himself into you more.
“Jungkook, why are you-”
“Just because.” You didn’t have to see him to know that he was
smirking against your neck. His hand trailed up from your side and found its
way around your neck, his lips left your neck momentarily for him to pull you
into him for a heated kiss. His lips easily dominated yours as he pinned you
under him, hands sliding underneath your shirt and pulling it off all while he
pushed one of his knees in between your legs spreading them apart. Your shirt
was thrown on the floor and before you knew it your bra was unclasped and
joined your shirt. You quickly pulled up at Jungkook’s shirt and he easily slid
it off of him exposing his chest.
You haven’t seen him like this in a while so you found
yourself staring longer than usual. Your hands slowly tracing each groove in
his stomach before looking up at him to see his eyes staring down at you. “What’s
wrong?” He whispered before taking your hand in his, you shook your head
slightly smiling up at him before utter a small nothing. “We just haven’t-”
“I know.” He quickly interrupted, a sad smile appearing on
his face. “I’m sorry.” You shook your head again telling him it was okay before
pulling him down to you to reconnect your lips to his. Your hands took no time
at all to work with the button and zipper on his jeans and helping him tug them
down. They were only half way down when he reached for the waistband of your
leggings. He easily slipped them off of you quickly pulling your lace panties
off right after and finally pulling down his jeans and boxers tossing the
clothes along the floor with the rest. You both were completely bare for the
first time in what felt like forever, Jungkook eyed your naked chest hungrily before
reaching up to run his soft hands over your chest. His lips found their way
onto your neck trailing down love bites, you wrapped your legs around Jungkook’s
waist pulling him in closer to you as your hands ran up his stomach, and you
felt his stomach muscles tense under your hands and you couldn’t help but
giggle slightly. “Oh you think that’s funny?” Jungkook breathed out pulling
away from you quickly. “Just a lit- Fuck!”
Before any second thought Jungkook rammed himself inside you
not letting you get used to his length which you really wished he had but the
pain soon turned into pleasure moments after. It wasn’t long after until you
felt Jungkook’s arm wrap under your back and pull you up, he was now sitting
while you were straddled over him. “Ride me.” He groaned and you simply nodded,
you began to move your hips against him, hands gripped the back of the couch
beside Jungkook’s head for support. As you continued to ride him,
he began to buck up against you. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the air.
All the thoughts of being ignored left your mind
when he shifted from under you and began thrusting up hard, his hands took hold
of your waist in a tight grip and began slamming you down into him at an
ungodly speed. You let out a shriek of pleasure from the power Jungkook was thrusting
up into you, you could feel your walls already clenching around him. “Jungkook…I-”
“Cum for me.” He groaned out and that’s just what
you did, you could feel yourself unraveling around him, Jungkook continued to
mercilessly drill up into you at a much faster pace before he stilled, a loud
groan escaped his lips and you collapsed against his chest panting hard.
You didn’t know how long you were against his
chest, but once you regained your breath you slowly sat up and rolled off of
him sitting beside him. You let out a big huff but a smile came upon your face
soon after. “You know, that was totally worth you ignoring me today.” You
admitted before interlocking fingers with him. Jungkook’s head snapped down to
you, “I wasn’t ignoring you.”
“Then who were you texting all day?” You now
looked up to him, confusion covering all of your features. “Why do you think
all the guys aren’t here? We all had the day off, I just needed them…preoccupied.”
You raised your eyebrows as the sudden realization dawned on you, you looked at
both of your scattered clothing along the living room then soon turning to face
Jungkook again. “Where are they now?” Jungkook looked at the clock, his eyes
squinted as he tried reading the time. “They should be-”
A knock on the door interrupted Jungkook before
your head snapped over, eyes widening ten times in size.
DAY6 Reaction: They get jealous so they ask you out (Part 2)
A/N: This is Part 2 of my previous reaction so you can check that out here :) So this is just Wonpil and Dowoon; enojy! xx
Wonpil had never really been the jealous type, he just liked to make you happy and as your best friend, he did everything in his power to do exactly that. So long as he was the one making you happy, he was just happy to see that despite his huge crush on you that had been brewing inside of him for quite some time. However, while he did care for you as so much more than a friend his own crippling uncertainty meant he could never imagine himself confessing to you, your friendship meant too much to him and frankly he would be crushed if he found out you didn’t feel the same way. However, eventually he started to notice he wasn’t the only one making you happy; at parties you would happily laugh at other guys jokes while they fawned and drooled over you as if it were nothing. Well at this particular party it was clear the boy who sidled up to you was very much interested in you and you didn’t seem to be shying away from the attention at all. It all got a bit much for Wonpil leaving him to leave your side to sit on the grass outside the thumping house. It wasn’t long before you joined him, visibly confused with your hand resting against his back. When you asked him what was wrong his eyes never met yours, he simply mumbled ‘I don’t like him talking to you. Or anyone for that matter.’. You scoffed. ‘That’s pretty selfish don’t you think?’ ‘I am selfish when it comes to you. I really like you Y/N and it’s driving me insane.’
You and Dowoon had been driving back from a lunchtime friend date and in the car he was noticeably moody. Usually you would have the radio on blast, jamming in your seats and laughing at each others attempts to lip sync but today was totally different. You sat in cold and stiff silence, him glancing at you every now and again as if expecting you to come to a realization as to some wrongdoing you had committed. Wracking your brain you thought back to the start of the day where Dowoon had been his usual happy self, holding your hand and chatting about his week but now it was like you were sitting with a totally different person. You set your mind back to where it all changed, and it was in the cafe where you were eating lunch. Other than some waiter flirting with you while taking your order, nothing else had happened. Come to think of it, he had refused to put down a tip and was giving him evil side eye every time he approached the table which, you would admit, was a lot. But surely that couldn’t be it, right? Your thoughts carried you back to your place where you forced the hand brake on exasperatedly before turning him with a huff. ‘Okay broody mcmoody, wanna tell me why your face looks like someone broke your drumsticks?’ He simply tried to get out the car but you locked the doors before he could. ‘Don’t you dare Dowoon, we are talking about this. If you don’t want to talk about it fine, but have I done something? Was it the waiter?’ you saw him wince slightly at the last part. ‘I knew it! What is your problem? How did he manage to offend you so deeply?’ ‘Because he was flirting with you Y/N! I’m the only one allowed to do that! And you didn’t even try to stop him!’ ‘And why should I?’ You exclaimed, trying to get your point across. ‘Because you know I like you!’ Dowoon said, seemingly too fast to stop his confession. Silence between you lingered before you unlocked the door. ‘Y/N I’m sorry, I didn’t want to tell you like this-’ you cut him off with a kiss, quick but full of longing, his eyes still shut when you pulled away. ‘It’s okay’ you said, your hand lingering on his arm.
Sorry this has been a LONG time coming. I’ve had a lot of life stuffhappen in the last month and it’s meant I haven’t really felt like writing. It also means that this chapter is possibly a bit too angst ridden. Sorry about that (not sorry)
Summary: After a random meeting on Tinder you begin a long distance relationship with Lin while he films Mary Poppins in London. It’s all fluff and sweetness and light until your ex lies and convinces Lin that you are back together, threatening your long distance relationship.
Word Count: 5,232
Warnings: Remember when this started out as fluff? Pro tip: don’t try writing fluff after going through a breakup IRL.
A/N: There’s a lot of discourse on rpf at the moment. This is a rpf and is tagged as such so if that’s not for you then don’t read, and I hope we can still be friends.
Remember the time you used to date Lin-Manuel Miranda? Yeah that was weird.
What a strange sentence to tumble round your brain. The strangest part was that it was in past tense. ‘Dated’. As in you used to date him but not anymore. As in, you fell in love with him far too quickly and your life ruining ex-girlfriend decided to stomp on both your hearts. As in he’s a million miles away across the sea and he’s no longer speaking to you and maybe you should let it go.
I’ve been standing at the edge of the water…
long as I can remember, never really knowing why…
You cringed and closed your eyes as the familiar sounds of the Moana soundtrack blasted out across the tannoy in Target. It was maybe the 6th time you’d heard that song that week while trying to go about your daily life. You abandoned your cart and marched towards the nearest exit. Not today, Satan, not today.
This is set between Magnus’ scene with Jace & the party. Magnus deserves to be treated with respect and both he and Alec deserve to have their relationship spoken about with respect by Alec’s family. Parabatai have it out and Malec are happy.
Thank you so much to @ladymatt (it was a long edit session but you were an angel as always) and @blj2007 (i really appreciated your comments and support !!)
When Alec walked into the living room he was surprised to see Magnus standing at the drink cart tossing back a glass of whisky. When he’d seen him earlier he’d seemed so happy about how plans were going for Max’s party. But maybe one of the suppliers had been unreasonable, he didn’t really understand half of what went into planning one of these things.
“Well, I delivered the invitation to Mother and they’re coming. So that’s one less thing we need to worry about,” Alec said, coming to stand by Magnus, relieved that at least that meeting was over.
“Well Alec I must say I’m surprised, I felt sure she’d object,” Magnus paused as Alec’s face hardened, “she did object didn’t she, Alexander?”
“And I made it very clear that we care about Max and that whatever function was being held we would be attending together.” Alec paused and then grinned, “so she decided to accept your very generous offer to host it.”
“Why, Alexander, I wish I’d been there to see it!” Magnus said making no attempt to hide his glee at the prospect of Maryse being put in her place.
“It needed to be done.” Alec said simply, although his smile suggested he felt at least slightly triumphant about his success, “So, have you seen Jace? I said I’d tell him whether she was definitely coming. I think he needs a bit of time to prepare given he hasn’t seen her since she practically disowned him after everything happened with Valentine. I assume he’s still here, somewhere?”
A moment later, Nesta was stomping through the front door, her face a remarkable shade of green. “I need—a toilet.”
I met Rhys’s stare as he prowled in behind her, hands in his pockets. What did you do? His brows shot up. But I wordlessly pointed Nesta toward the powder room beneath the stairs, and she vanished, slamming the door behind her.
Me? Rhys leaned against the bottom post of the banister. She complained that I was flying deliberately slow. So I went fast.
…Nesta’s retching filled the silence. Cassian gaped at Rhys. “What did you do?” “I asked him the same thing,” I said, crossing my arms. “He said he ‘went fast.’” Nesta vomited again—then silence.
Cassian sighed at the ceiling. “She’ll never fly again.”
You checked yourself in the mirror one last time. For the first time, you had makeup on (that Jiyoon did for you) and you were wearing a black skirt and a collared top. Your hair was tied back in a ponytail and you were wearing black flats.
When you looked over everything for the hundredth time, you took a deep, nervous breath. After leaving the restroom, you headed towards the room the person on the call told you to go to. Upon finding the door, you placed your hand on the doorknob and sighed to calm yourself.
Finally, you swung it open and walked in confidently. In front of the door was a table with three different people seated there.
The McCall household was
crowded on a Thursday night, with everyone in the pack feeling a bit anxious.
Something or someone has been killing innocent people over the course of the
week and no one has been able to stop it.
“Do we even have any idea
of what this is?” Liam questioned.
“I’ve been looking
through the beastiary and from what I’ve come up with it may be a pack of
minotaurs” Lydia answered.
“What the hell is that”
Malia asked with concern laced to her tone.
“Oh, nothing much, just a
creature with a head of a bull and a body of a man. They’re just super strong
and super fast and could probably kill me with one hit. So yeah, nothing.”
Stiles replied in his usual sarcastic voice
Scared and concerned
looks went across the room.
“So, we’re screwed.” It
was (Y/n) who spoke this time. (Y/n) was usually the most optimistic out of the
pack but there was something about this creature that brought shivers to her
“Come on guys. We’ve
defeated so much over the years, what makes you think we can’t beat this?”
Scott asked optimistically.
The room fell silent for
a minute, everyone deep in thought. (Y/N) and Stiles each pacing around the
room hoping that some idea will hit them. The night went by quickly as few suggestions
popped up but then were immediately shot down for being too farfetched. As
midnight drew closer Scott decided to call the pack meeting to an end.
“Ok guys, why don’t we
just call it a night. We each can head home and sleep on it and come back with
fresh ideas tomorrow” the pack leader said, feeling a little defeated.
Everyone said their goodbyes
to one another and walked out with their head hung low. You walked over to the familiar
blue jeep with Stiles so he could give you a ride home. The ride home was quiet,
neither of you wanting to speak in case an idea was brewing in the other’s
“Holy crap. I got it.”
Stile’s stated confidently.
“What? What are you
talking about” (Y/n) questioned.
“I know how to stop the
minotaurs.” As he said this, Stiles pulled over to the side of the road and
turned off the ignition. “Ok so you know how in the Greek story, Theseus had to
travel through a maze to get to the minotaur and defeat it? Well in that story
the Minotaur lived in that maze and so he was familiar with it. But, what if Beacon
Hills becomes our maze?”
(Y/N) stares at Stile’s
face with a look of concentration. After a short second of thought, it is as if
a light bulb goes off in her mind.
“Stiles you’re a genius!
But I will admit, I’m surprised you even knew the original story about the
“Alright so I may not be
good at stuff like math… or science… or even English. But I’m not an idiot,
okay.” He states with a smile spread across his face.
“But Stiles, we would need
to think of a way to create Beacon Hills into a maze for the minotaur to get
lost in. Also, what do we do after we catch him?”
“I haven’t gotten that
far yet. But it’s a start. I just figured that we could use the original story
in our favor” Stile’s answers.
“Well we could use each
of our houses as something like a check point in the maze. We can start with
Scott’s house and make our way going through each house until we end up at
mine. Then we can use my cellar to trap him.” At these words, Stiles smile
fades and a look of concern spreads across his features. “What? Do you not
think it will work?”
“It’s a great plan, it’s
just that…” Stiles begins to mumble so his last words are unheard. He fidgets
with his hands as he avoids making eye contact. (Y/n) has known Stile’s for
years and knows that this is a sign of when something is on his mind but he
doesn’t want to let it out. As Stiles eyes drift to his hands, (Y/N) goes and
laces her small fingers with those of her friend.
“Stiles, just tell me
what it is. Tell me what’s bothering you about the plan” (Y/N) said softly.
“I don’t want you to get
hurt okay? Sure, we’ve been on missions before, but we have no idea how to
handle this creature and it’s probably one of the strongest things we have seen”
“It’s not like we haven’t
faced danger before. Sure, I may have broken a few bones in the past but that’s
nothing to worry about. We can take this thing” (Y/N) states confidently.
“(Y/N), trust me when I
say that you are one of the strongest girls I know. But what if that thing
escapes from your cellar? Then what? The minotaur will have your scent and
would easily be able to find you. I’m only human, I can’t protect you like
Scott or Liam could.” Tears brim the lids of his eyes as he says the last
sentence. (Y/N), Stiles, and Lydia, were the only humans in the pack and were
known for relying on the others to help them out of dangerous situations. It
wasn’t something they enjoyed, and makes them feel weak from time to time.
“I just want to keep you
safe (Y/N), I hope you can understand that. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost
“Stiles, look at me”
(Y/N) states. “You aren’t going to lose me. I’m going to be right here. Forever.”
(Y/n) squeezes his hand and flashes a reassuring smile.
The pair has always had
feeling for one another, but words about it have rarely been spoken out loud. Thankfully
both are human, meaning the other can’t hear their heart beat, and how fast it
is racing. Comfortable silence fills the jeep as the two sit there with their
“I love you.” It was a
mumble but (Y/n) could still clearly hear the words come from Stiles’ lips.
“Stiles, I love you too.”
(Y/n) says with the smile that could melt anyone’s heart.
Stiles didn’t need to say
or hear anything else. Within that moment, he grabbed (Y/N)’s face and kissed
her the way she had been longing for since she the first time she met him. The
kiss was short lived but intimate. After it happened, the two left their
foreheads attached to one another’s, their eyes closed, taking in everything
that has happened. Stiles knew he couldn’t protect (Y/N) as well as the others,
but he be damned if he didn’t at least try.
Even’s eyes flew open. He looked up at his ceiling and pulled the blanket up to his chin, sure he had just imagined the noise. But then
Okay this 100% was not in his head. This was happening, right now at…Even picked up his phone and checked the time. 2:45am. He sighed as he slowly threw the covers off his legs and headed down the ladder of his bunk bed. He suspected the noise to be some sort of cat or rodent so he wasn’t thrilled as he pulled his sweatpants on.
he flinched, it was coming from his window. He furrowed his brows and ran his fingers through his hair as he walked over to the cause of all the noise.
He looked into the window and suddenly felt every single muscle in his body relax and his heart quicken with excitement, but more than anything; love.
He grinned as he gazed down at the golden haired boy whose cheeks and nose were red from the bite of the cold and his arms furiously embracing his chest, trying to protect himself from the icy wind. He looked so tiny, standing in the glow of the street light by himself and Even felt so much adoration radiate from his every cell.
Isak saw Even and visibly relaxed, letting out a long breath which became noticeable in the cold air.
Even laughed “How long have you been standing there for?”
“Long enough to nearly freeze my fucking balls off” Isak shouted back and Even threw his head back in a light chuckle.
Isak shook his head impatiently “well, are you going to let me in or not? This is not nearly as fun as it might look you know.”
Even smiled fondly “Of course, anything for my Romeo.” he waved him towards the door and went over to let his icy-pole of a boyfriend in. Quietly of course.
As soon as Isak was inside Even wrapped his arms around his small shivering body and kissed every single inch of his cold beautiful face. Isak giggled and melted in Even’s warm embrace.
“I’m sorry I just had to see you” Isak breathed in between kisses.
Even rested his head against Isak’s “never ever say sorry for giving me a chance to hold you in my arms.”
Isak rolled his eyes, his smile painted on his lips “You are such a dorky sap.”
Even pressed a long kiss on his lips. “I hate to break it to you my love but you’re literally the one who just threw rocks at my window to wake me up and let you in at 3am.”
He pulled back “I mean that is like the biggest hashtag ever!” he mocked.
Isak whacked him on the arm playfully “shut up.”
Even kissed him again and led him to his room. They lied down on his bed, Isak never allowed to leave his arms. That was the rule in Even’s room.
They laid there in peaceful silence for a long moment. Even thought Isak had drifted off to sleep when
“Yes my love?” he breathed into Isak’s ear, kissing his temple gently.
“I came because I had to- I had to say sorry about before”
Even brushed Isak’s hair away from his eyes so Even could kiss the spot between his eyebrows that he is obsessed with. “Ssh it’s okay baby. I wasn’t upset. I could never be upset. I understand.”
“I just- i had to explain” Isak twisted in Even’s arms so he could look up into his beautiful blue eyes, that were almost shining silver because of the moonlight seeping in from the window.
“My mum already loves you, you know that right?” he asked earnestly. Even smiled and kissed his concerned frown.
“Of course I do baby. it’s okay”
Isak shook his head “I just- I’m scared because she says it’s okay because she loves me and I know that is true but I don’t-” he looked up at Even, his eyes wide and full of worry “I really don’t want to hurt her again Even.”
Even’s arms tightened around him, his heart desperately wanting to jump out of his body and into Isak’s, to protect him, to love him, to stop him from thinking he could ever hurt another being from just being himself.
“Baby you never hurt her. I promise you. You never hurt her. It was just her mind. It was never you. It is never you.”
he rubbed circles on Isak’s back and gently stroked his cheek with his own, before looking deep into his soft green eyes “I have never loved anything as much as I love you. Do you know that?”
Isak nodded nimbly.
“And your mum loves you so so so much. I don’t need to meet her yet. Whenever you’re ready okay?”
Isak smiled and tilted his head up waiting for the kiss that Even softly gave him, their lips saying everything their hearts can’t.
They held each other for a long time, their hearts beating fast in the silence echoing through the room.
Even’s eyes had just closed shut, and sleep was beginning to grasp him when Isak’s small voice brought him back.
“I think i’m ready.”
Even pulled him closer (if that was even possible) and smiled against his skin. They both fell asleep like that. Their limbs wrapped together and their hearts belonging to each other. Forever.
[A little note: This started off as a little idea I had but then went on from there. I’ve never done a TCATF piece before mostly because I think it’s difficult capturing their voices. But I couldn’t resist the idea of little Dom and little Kenna meeting for the first time through these circumstances.]
[Summary: Kenna sneaks out of the castle under the guise of a commoner in order to see the village for herself. It is here she meets Dom for the first time, and bonds over a sudden race across the village that ends in a promise of much more for the future.]
Little feet pad across muddy grass, and picks up momentum once they’ve reached another bend. Her feet are lighter, and makes less noise. They are firmer from weeks of running from Gabriel and exploration. His are faster. They are used to scampering away from angry villagers and city guards. They quickly place him in the lead.
They both lack concern in their chase, toppling over stray baskets and bumping noisily into any soul unlucky enough to cross paths. Their laughter blends into a joyous crescendo and turns the bustle of the crowded commonfolk into background noise.
She gives a yelp when they dart around two men donned in Stormholt armor with a bundle of spinewood resting heavily inside their arms.
The boy is quick and doesn’t apologize at his own expense, rather he tosses back a mischievous grin. The girl half-shouts an apology, as the two men expel a string of curses before clutching their pile of wood indignantly towards their chest.
When she glances back abstractly, she can barely make-out the intimidating castle from this distance. The castle she has always known to be home. Lately she’s been bolder in her adventures, and the more distance she puts between her and those walls - running across barely paved roads with a boy she has never met, the more she feels free.
This is the furthest she’s ever been without Gabriel rising into a quick scurry to find her. It never takes him long to catch her and hastily reprimand her for the curiosity share bears for the world outside the castle. Her pouts and pleas of stopping his loyalty from confiding to her mother seems to work less, the older she gets. Lately, it ends with her rolling her eyes to the ceiling and his adamant insistence in the form of some haughty lecture.
She intends to keep her streak going for as long as possible this time, and throws her arms in the air when her eyes finally swing back around. She squeals in delight at the pace they flit through; dipping albeit necessary under tall legs, and whenever they find themselves surrounded by larger crowds.
Her eyes widen in surprise as they notice a large woman not far ahead, stepping onto the edge with a large ceramic pot blocking the rest of the route.
Her chest races in panic and she tries to maneuver out of the woman’s way in the last split seconds before stumbling. Her feet cannot stop fast enough and she utters a shout in warning until she slams into her.
The woman hurls a cry as Kenna falls back on her heels. Her behind immediately protests in pain and she winces at the force. Her eyes grow wider as the woman’s pot slips from her arms and shatter beside them.
At first, she cannot see past the protruding belly - not until the woman bends and grips her by the ear.
“Look at what you’ve done, you stupid girl!” The lady curses, pulling her up by the ear.
“I’m so sorry!” Kenna cries out. Pain explodes as the woman tightens her grip in outrage. She struggles with desperate hands to pry away from her.
“Sorry?! Sorry doesn’t cut how much I worked for it!” The woman’s eyes have gone dark with fury and Kenna half-stumbles through a second apology.
“I’m so sorry! I was just -“ The rest of her sentence falls short. A sudden flash of spark captivates her, compelling her eyes to stare directly into the woman’s nest of a hair. Nonplussed, she watches as the woman’s hair begins to kindle.
The tiny sparks have slowly become a path and stretches across the length of the elder woman’s hair. She doesn’t notice at first. Her attention is focused on the young girl and she merely continues to spew harsh words sharply.
Kenna is only dimly aware of this. The words have slowly faded over time and her eyes are affixed to the growing flames, rather than the woman’s insistence with another one of those haughty lectures.
It isn’t until she smells the distinct smell of burnt hair, does the woman finally give a surprised cry and drops the little girl completely.
Kenna steps back and watches her sputter angrily, spouting indignant curses about how much she hates children. She pats down her hair in frantic gestures and whirls around in panic. Over the span of minutes villagers pass by, curiously watching the woman’s failing arms and yet giving her a wide berth when she calls for help.
A warm hand reaches out and Kenna’s attention has shifted from the screaming woman in front of her to the boy she had been chasing moments ago. She’s startled by his touch but doesn’t pull away when he beckons to her.
His crystal eyes has a mischievous gleam. “C’mon - we better go before she turns that anger on us.”
“Us?” She repeats, but doesn’t stop the boy from holding her hand. Nor does she stop him, when he begins to pull her away from the crowd that is beginning to form at the sight in front of them. “Where’re we going?”
A smile upturns his face. “It’s a secret.”
The woman has finally whirled back long enough to glare at them. To glare at her.
“Me?” All eyes has turned to her.
“Yes you. You-you’re responsible for all this!” The woman cries out fiercely, pointing a finger furiously into the air at her.
“So much for getting out of here before she notices us.” Kenna whispers to the boy, and her stomach shrivels at the sight of the older woman scrambling towards them. “What do we do now?!”
“Run!” The boy yells, gripping her hand tighter before making a mad dash in the other direction.
Kenna doesn’t hesitate to follow.
Their entwined hands makes them easier to spot at first. Jostling among crowds, their small physique allows them to slip between them weaves of people without much scrutiny.
Eventually the woman’s blubber is lost within the array of bystanders. She bellows at anyone that doesn’t move fast enough for her to pass and shoves past the spectators who stare. She doesn’t realize she has lost sight of the two of them until the crowds begin have begun to dispersing, and the two children have claimed victory by another side route.
After yelling with cries of triumphs, their hands have fell to their sides. Neither of them speak as they bend over to try and catch their breaths
Kenna finally breaks the silence first, “Thanks.”
She dusts her trousers nimbly and beams a smile at her new friend.
He chuckles and slips his hands into his wrinkled pockets. “Try not to get caught next time.”
“I didn’t get caught!” Her smile twists into a frown. “You left me!”
“Only because you’re so slow.” He tsked at her, “If you wanna play with me, you’ve got to be faster.”
She puffs out her cheeks. “Well maybe I don’t wanna, if you’re gonna be such a jerk about it!”
The boy doesn’t respond. His smile falls fast before he shrugs.
Silence rests between them again and the young girl has the sudden impression that she’s said something wrong. “Sorry.” She blurts out without thinking. She’s convinced she’s hurt his feelings somehow, except he shrugs again instead of responding.
They stand still as hush quietness continues to settle between them. She doesn’t know what to say to bring back that smile on his face.
Instead, she takes this time to inspect him. From his unkempt hair and worn-out clothes, to his bright blue eyes. He isn’t like any of the children she’s seen at court.
Most of them never liked playing her favorite games, and yet he didn’t hesitate to. The more she looks at him, the more she realizes he isn’t quite like the rest of the villagers she’s met before either. Though she hasn’t met many, there’s something about him - something different that calls to her. She hasn’t the faintest idea what it is but she’s still happy to have met him.
She thinks he’s the first friend she’s ever wanted to make. “We’ve been playing for so long that I didn’t get your name.” She reaches out a hand daintily as she has often practiced in court, expecting him to kiss it and bow. “I’m Kenna Rys.”
He doesn’t. Instead, he grabs her hand and shakes it roughly.
The boy’s grip is firm and warm. Her cheeks grow red when his eyes meet hers. “I’m Dominic Hunter, but most people call me Dom.” He drops her hand once they realize they aren’t alone anymore.
Gabriel has finally caught up to them.
She hadn’t heard him coming but she can tell by his flushed cheeks and the flash of anger in his eyes that he isn’t happy to see her. His face twists in worry when he notices the dirty splotches on her trousers. “My lady - how many times must I tell you not to stray too far from castle grounds?” He demands thinly.
She lets out an insufferable sigh. “Yes, Gabriel.”
Gabriel’s attention has shifted to the boy, who has all but looked as if he’s ready to bolt at the sight of him. “And who’s this ruffian you’ve been parading with, hmm?”
Dom doesn’t answer. His expression is blank and he stares at the floor instead.
“He’s not a ruffian Gabriel.” Kenna’s voice has become shrewd and crisp. “He’s my friend and we treat friends with respect.” She grabs his hand and Dom’s head whips up in surprise.
Gabriel looks from the unmistakably street lad to the princess’ defiant eyes and utters a long sigh. “And what would you have me do my lady? Your mother has been worried sick for you since you left the castle this morrow.”
“Your mother’s the queen?” Dom’s mouth has been left agape and Kenna flushes at the sudden interest in his yes.
“I’m sure mother barely noticed I was gone.”
“Does that mean you’re the princess?” He looks at her differently, as if for the first time.
Her shoulder stiffens and suddenly she wishes Gabriel had never interrupted their little game.
“You know your mother’s just busy at court. Come on now, leave your little friend here. You’ve missed your lessons, and we’ve got to be back before they send a search party for you.” Gabriel interrupts, shaking his head.
“You’re not mad anymore?” Her voice has lowered into an almost quiver.
His gaze softened. “Frankly, I was worried more worried than mad.”
She smiles up at him, but then her face falls at the thought of leaving her new friend. Before they turn to leave, she beckons to him. “I think Dom should eat dinner with us tonight.”
Gabriel gives another deep sigh at the plea inside her voice and the pout she’s been giving him since birth. “I hardly think tonight of all nights you should be inviting a guest to dinner.” He begins thinly and watches the fall of her chin at his crisp words. Sometimes he forgets she’s as much of a child as she is royalty. “But, I think tonight we’ll make an exception.” Her mother will have his hide, but he thinks its worth it to see her smile.
Kenna lets out a happy cry and hugs Gabriel before hanging back to talk enigmatically with Dom.
“Now we’ll have to find something for him to wear.” Gabriel grumbles under his breath.
He keeps an eye out, while the rest of him relaxes as soon as they began walking further into town. He can’t help the smile that rises to his cheeks, as he watches the two of them laugh and shove each other on their way back to the castle. Whoever this little boy is, he’s already done the impossible; carving a piece of himself inside Kenna’s heart without so much as trying.
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Dazai ran through the rain, the dark
silhouettes of containers passed his eyes but he didn’t pay attention to them.
He ran through the rain in the search of something, no someone, way more
important than any of these containers could have been. And he was followed by
another shadow, a man in a hat, scarf and suit, long red hair wet and stuck to
his face, being too busy holding onto his hat than to push it away. Dazai’s
brown hair however laid back, his speed and the howling wind of the port blew
Dazai’s desperate shout didn’t go far, the
wind was too strong, the splatter of raindrops against metal too loud. His
voice was raspy from already screaming for the boy for hours.
Dazai was in a bar with Chuuya as he got
the call and never stopped since. Kyouka’s voice has trembled as she reported
of Atsushi’s getaway. Her body has trembled too, probably, taking from the
amount of times she let the phone fall down during the call, she was in no good
state. Luckily she called Dazai first on not the police.
The bar had been on the other side of town
but the man didn’t care about taking a car, the traffic would have just held
them back. And he knew enough shortcuts to come to the port quite fast.
“Atsushi! Come out!”
The silence following his shout was cruel.
It ripped his chest in half, churned his stomach and made his knees weak.
Then something new was to hear against the
Screams of men in utter fear of pain and
Dazai has caused such screams himself
before, of course he had, but they still hurt him. They hurt him because he
knew the one causing them wasn’t doing so intentionally.
They rounded a few more corners and the man
covered in bandages felt a mighty aura being created behind him.
“No, not this. He isn’t supposed to die.
Chuuya, let me take care. Call a cab or whatever, just stay away from him for
all our sakes!”
Chuuya just huffed and took the next turn
to the right which led to a payphone. Dazai however just nodded to him and kept
running straight towards the screams.
Even his bones were wet as the brown-haired
got to the place of action. The big, black and white tiger stood above a
shredded body, his claws lingered in the air, ready to tear again. Another man
leaned over a woman, a useless try to protect her, she was already bled out. A
lean figure, unable to identity due to the darkness, pressed their body into a
corner to hide.
Dazai halted behind the tiger in safe, yet
intrusive distance. The beast slowly
turned his head. The cold, blue eyes fixated on him, scanned him, searching for movements
of attacking. Then, careful not to leave any part of his body exposed, it
turned and stood over his prey.
The tiger bared his teeth and got ready to
jump at Dazai, its tail puffed up and the back hair stood up. Dazai also got
ready, not to attack, but to dodge and still touch the animal. Who, being
aggressive and disturbed while eating, interpreted this falsely and jumped at
The next movements of both were so fast,
the human could barely recognize them. Blink, and where a tiger and a man collided
laid said man with a grey-haired boy in his arms, the boy still slightly
conscious. Tears were falling down his face, he moved his hand to swipe them
away but was too weak and it fell back to the ground.
“What did I do? Did I hurt anyone?”
The boy’s words came out raspy and broken,
sobs shook his body slightly, his whole image was one of miserable.
“Sshhhh. Atsushi, it’s okay. They’re okay.
You just scared them a bit. It’s okay, you’re okay now. I’m here.”
A woman’s sob dismantled his lie, a word
‘monster’ was able to identity and the panic in Atsushi’s eyes grew.
“Dazai, don’t let me turn. Please, don’t
let me. I don’t wanna hurt more! I can’t hurt more! Please!”
His agitated state just let his body become
more exhausted and unconsciousness neared.
“Don’t let me. Don’t let me go… Please,
just hold me, don’t let me go… Hold me…”
next thing Atsushi sees is the light ceiling of the Agency’s infirmary, a blanket tugged up to
his chin, his right hand warmer than the rest of him. He turns his head to see Dazai sleeping in
the chair next to his bed, holding his hand tightly. The younger squeezes the
linked hand and causes the other to stir awake.
“Hey sleepyhead, you better? Akikowas already getting her hopes
“Yeah, I’m okay. How long was I asleep?”
“Just a few hours. Are you hungry?”
“Not really, just still tir..”
The door interrupted him. Junichirou walked
in, not even bothering to knock.
“Dazai, the Boss wants to talk to you.
Don’t know why, seems important though. Oh, hey Atsushi, you better?”
“Yeah, he is, tell Fukuzawa I’m coming.
Atsushi, are you okay with being alone for a few minutes? Try to sleep some
more, your body is still exhausted. I’m coming back as fast as possible.”
The boy only nodded and Dazai left the
room, wrinkling his forehead in concern.
“You know, he was here all the time while
you slept, holding your hand and even refused to go and eat something. You
must’ve scared the shit out of these people if he was so worried. I’ve never
seen him staying here this long.”
Without even waiting for a response, Junichirou
also left the room, so Atsushi just laid down again and thought about his
words, falling back asleep without any struggle.
In his dream, he was yet again at the port
and hovered above those people, but this time Dazai didn’t come to help him. He
saw himself rip apart the bodies of innocent and didn’t have a say in it, he
couldn’t control his body. The tiger fed on the flesh and when he was finished,
he didn’t stop. He ran further towards the city, towards humans to kill. The
first people he encountered were two guards and he killed both without even
The beast became stronger the more people
it ate and by the time they reached the Agency, Atsushi was barely able to even
think. His paws sprinted up the stairs and he barged into the bureau, instantly
killing Naomi with the door. Next was Junichirou, he attacked as Naomi landed
on the ground. He too was dead before he knew it. Ranpo hovered underneath hiss
table, but his rapid breath gave him away and soon blood flood from his neck.
Kunikida tried to summon a gun, but the tiger ripped his notebook apart and
tore apart his chest.
Atsushi mentally vomited as his body took a
bite on his friend.
Then a heartbeat was at the door, the
striped monster turned around and Dazai entered their sight. The boy’s heart
made an unusual jump, but instantly stopped when he saw the other’s face, the
look of disgust more prominent than anything else.
“How could I think that you were a plus for
the Armed Detectives? You’re nothing but a monster. I should’ve let Chuuya kill
you, or better kill you back at the warehouse. They were right to hunt you. At
last, you’re nothing but a disgusting beast within a more disgusting boy. You
killed all my friends! You belong in a zoo!”
Atsushi was crying by then, but the tiger
bad other plans. He jumped at the brown-haired, claws tripping with blood. The
man got out a knife and shoved it into the tiger’s chest. As the form shrank,
the disgust only grew.
woke up with a broken scream, his arms had turned into paws and claws tried to
rip apart everything that was within reach. Junichirou and Naomi were covered
in scratches as Dazai entered and rushed over to them, laying a hand on the
boy’s leg as soon as possible.
He fell unconscious for a second, however
opened his eyes after only a few shallow breaths. His eyes were back to their
usual yellow and purple, the warm colors stood in contrast to the ice blue pupils
the tiger gave him. Though they widened as he noticed the bleeding scratches on
“I’m so sorry! Honestly. I didn’t want to
hurt you. It was a mistake. I’m so sorry!”
Dazai interrupted his rambling by laying a
hand on his shoulder. Sobs escaped the kid, his hands trembled before he closed
them into fists.
“Guys, let your wounds get stitched up. I’m
taking care of him.”
The siblings left them at that and Dazai
sat down, closed his arms around the younger and pulled him against his chest.
Atsushi was full-on crying now and clenched onto his trench coat.
“I’m so sorry! I even hurt my friends, I
couldn’t even control him this much, it’s useless! All I’m doing for you guys
is cause problems! I should go, I should keep a safe distance, go away, leave
Japan! I can’t even sleep without you there! You have a life too! And I’m just
holding you back with my problems!”
His voice let Dazai’s body vibrate against
Atsushi’s head and calmed him down so much that he could take a few normal
breaths before looking up.
“I don’t think you’re a burden to any of
us. You are our friend. We all had our problems while training. It’s okay to
struggle. It’s human to struggle. And I don’t mind taking care of you. I will
help you. We all will. And don’t think for a moment that we would let you go,
you are a part of our Agency! Your problems are our problems. Especially mine,
I dragged you here. So stopped whining, get better and start training.”
“But what if I hurt someone again? This
dream I had, it felt so real! I killed so many people, I killed our friends!
And it didn’t stop until you killed me!”
At this, Dazai flinched heavily.
“Atsushi, you do understand that I could
never kill you, right? You mean too much to me that I could ever do that?”
“How can you be so sure? The tiger could
always attack you, hurt you so bad…”
Dazai didn’t let him finish this thought.
He pressed their lips together, his eyes were shut, a hand laid on a pale
cheek, the other shoved into gray hair. Two hands clenched harder at his trench
coat. As they parted, he opened his eyes and looked into multicolored ones.
Breath hit his lips. He smirked.
“See why I couldn’t let go? Why I won’t let
the tiger go wild again?”
Atsushi only nodded. Then, he backed away
and patted on the now free part of the bed. And blushed heavily.
At this image, the older only chuckled,
pulled off his shoes and settled down.
As his head hit the pillow, lips met his
These were the boy’s last words for a few
hours. He slept tightly, cuddled into his chest. And as the man wrapped his
arms around him, he considered for the first time in a long while taking off
the bandages just so that he could fully feel the heat radiating from the
<Some extra bc
A few days have
passed and Atsushi and Dazai didn’t do much ‘couply’ stuff, except for holding
hands when Atsushi was nervous or sitting closer when they were at the café.
Dazai picked up on Atsushi because he didn’t want to be so affectionate and
make others uncomfortable. The older was annoyed by it.
So, as one morning the grayhead came into
the agency and stood next to him, he, unnoticed by Kunikida who he was talking
to, slid a hand into the younger’s back pocket and squeezed his butt. Atsushi
squealed and blushed so much he looked like a tomato.
“Are you okay?”
Kunikida looked down at the boy, an eyebrow
“Yeah, yeah, just remembered something I need
to do, excuse me!”
With that he stormed to his desk, sat down
and rummaged through a drawer.
Kunikida turned back to Dazai, not further
caring about the strange behavior of a strange boy.
kept on teasing Atsushi, one time he leaned on his shoulder while he was
working on some papers, arms hanging down and grazing his butt. He even laid a
hand on his lap and drew circles on the clothed leg, coming dangerously close
to a certain area.
days and a lot of teasing later it was especially warm and Dazai tried drowning
in the river (at least that’s what he told everyone as he stepped into the
Agency dripping wet). He shrugged off his coat and got rid of his vest before
pulling off his tie, ‘accidentally ‘ using too much power and it landed behind
Atsushi, who was sitting on his desk talking to Junichirou.
Innocent looking, the brown-haired went over
to them and leaned onto his love interest. Who let out a surprised yelp and leaned
back but frowned as Dazai smirked and held up the accessory. Then his eyes
flashed up, he grabbed his collar and shoved the man into the wall.
Without missing a beat he kissed his boyfriend
with more passion then he himself would’ve expected. Dazai moaned into the kiss
as Atsushi pushed his leg between his own, lips moving in synch. For mere seconds they
parted, breathing heavily and staring into love-glazed orbs before hands move
into gray hair and pulling them back together. Their second kiss lasted longer;
it wasn’t as messy and rushed as the first one.
They were yet again interrupted by Kunikida’s
throat clearing. Atsushi moves back, turns around and mumbles a quiet “Sorry”
before sitting down at his desk.
Dazai however put on his remarkably smirk, ruffled
the boy’s hair and ask elegantly “What is it, Kunikida?”
“Well, how much you may have enjoyed your
little ‘moment’, we still need to plan this through, and if you want to kiss
him again, we better do this good. The Port Mafia is involved, and I don’t need
to remind you of what happened last time, do I?”
Dazai sighed, pecked his still blushing boyfriend
and got back to work, though his smirk had turned into a happy smile. For once,
suicide was completely out of question.
Could you do a scenario with oiks using this dialogue “You’re always dragging me into your messes, I’m sick of it. Well. I wish I was sick of it. It would be easier if I was sick of it” Thank you so much!!!
AN: maaannn, this was so hard to write lol. i hope it was worth the wait! I made this a part of my “Back to Me” series, so I hope that’s ok !!!!?
Back to Me - Oikawa Tooru
Cheers to drunk fights with your best friend
WARNING: Alcohol mention & swears
You walked up to a house that blared music loud enough that you could feel the bass in your car. How typical of them to go to a house party on a Saturday night. If it wasn’t for Oikawa asking you to be the designated driver, you wouldn’t be caught within a mile of this place.
But of course, you’d do anything for Oikawa.
You sighed, walking into this house that looked like a whole new world awaited within it. It hadn’t been three minutes since you walked in when you felt a familiar arm wrap around your shoulder. You smiled up at his familiar face.
“_____-chan! How nice of you to join me this evening ~”
“It’s as if you gave me a choice, Tooru.”
“Ahhh, c’mon, don’t be like that! I didn’t force you to come tonight!”
“Who else is going to drive you silly kids home?”
“O-Oi, we’re not kids anymore!” A pouting Iwaizumi slurred, appearing in front of you with Matsukawa and Hanamaki.
“You’ll always be kids to me,” you grinned. “Ok, time to go home, let’s go ~”
“Whoa whoa whoa, the night is still young, my sweet _____,” Oikawa smirked, lifting your chin up to look at him. His eyes were glossy and half-lidded, and you could smell the alcohol on his breath, so you rolled his eyes. “Let’s have some fun!”
“No, that’s ok, I’m -”
“I’ll get you a drink,” Hanamaki stole you from Oikawa and led you to the kitchen where all the drinks were.