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Game of Thrones Preference: They're attracted to you

Originally posted by kirysek


Joffrey liked keeping you in his company all the time, if it was possible. But a fact he loves you – it was something he never allowed himself to admit. Moreover a fear of rejection was too big. What if you laughed at him? He was a king and such shame would be hard to handle. It would hurt his pride. But when Cersei started to arrange marriage with Margaery he knew he must tell what he felt for you. Or he’ll lose you forever.



Originally posted by neverwillknow

Sansa was your very close friend. So it took some time for her to realize what she felt for you was actually something more than friendship. She decided to keep it as a secret because she was unsure how would you react. If you didn’t take a first step and confess, your love would probably stay only platonic.



Originally posted by netflixruinedmylifeimagines

Jaime was surprised he could be so attached to someone else than his sister. True, you had blue eyes and blonde hair but it was all new for him. You started spending more and more time together and it meant getting closer. One day Jaime found you crying in the garden. You refused to tell him what happened and he let it be. But he promised to himself he’ll never make you suffer like this.



Originally posted by elputoduke

Ramsay eliminated every man who just looked at you. What if one of them confessed before him? And steal you away? You belonged to him. You were his, you’ve always been. You just didn’t know yet. But it was a small detail. Something he didn’t have to worry about. He already had a plan in his wicked mind how to make you officially his. How to make you his lady.



Originally posted by beautifuloblivions

Daenerys always stared at you. She could stare for a couple of minutes which was very uncomfortable. But she had a reason. She was wondering why did she feel affection towards a woman. On top of that towards someone like you. She was aware there was nothing special to be so amazed by you but she simply was. Once she was sure what she felt was really love, she went straight to a point and confessed to you.



Originally posted by antoinwonderland

Tyrion showed he cared for you more than for anybody else in a very specific way. Whenever Joffrey tried to raise a hand to you, Tyrion showed up and saved you. Even when Joffrey was insulting you, he slapped him without any regret. He didn’t mind he’ll be punished later. All what mattered was he defended you successfully.



Originally posted by besidethewall

Oberyn had many sexual interests. And he didn’t try to hide it. You were also one of them. But unlike others, he never had you. You knew who prince Oberyn was and you weren’t interested in one night stand. Everytime he got close to you, you avoided eye contact and walked away. And exactly your ‘‘playing hard to get‘‘ (how Oberyn liked to call it) moved his heart and for the first time in his life he felt something.



Originally posted by sansaclgane

Tommen didn’t know how to tell you. Everytime he tried to confess, he got nervous and lost his words. Like this, he failed countless times. It was enough for him. So instead of telling you he loves you, he was surrounding you with presents. Usually with beautiful dresses or expensive jewels only a king could afford. He just needed to wait for a right time which didn’t come yet.



Originally posted by noodlejumper

Yara didn’t hesitate to show she was highly interested in you. Not even in a middle of a crowd of people. Whenever you appeared in her sight, she whistled, checking you from head to toes. She also tried to get you with pick up lines but you just blushed and looked at the ground. Yara knew you were shy but it was what made teasing you even more fun.

Julian was driving. Emma had her feet propped on the dashboard, her window down, the sea-softened air filling the car and lifting the light hair around her temples. This was how she’d always ridden in cars with Julian, with her feet up and the wind in her hair.
It was something Julian loved, Emma beside him in the car, driving with the blue sky overhead and the blue sea to the west. It was an image that felt full of infinite possibility, as if they could simply keep driving forever, the horizon their only destination.
It was a fantasy that played out sometimes when he was falling asleep. That he and Emma packed their things into the trunk of a car and left the Institute, in a world where he had no children and there was no Law and no Cameron Ashdown, where nothing had held them back but the limits of their love and imagination.
And if there were two things he believed were limitless, it was love and imagination.
—  Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

i love random headcanons so much, like. Grantaire uses a champagne bucket as a bathroom wastebasket. Courfeyrac has a great collection of hats, but in modern times, he never wears them because he gets terrible hat hair. Bossuet always wear baseball caps! Prouvaire has plants in every room of his apartment, but he forgets to water them often. Or overwaters them, too. Feuilly has only one plant, but he’s had it for forever and he reads out loud to it a lot.

Forever & Always.

Originally posted by green-circles

Listen to this.

Warnings: Suicide. Don’t read if it triggers you. Please.

The wind whipped my hair against my face, it was so forceful it felt as if it were pushing us forward, towards the edge. We clung onto each other, my hand fisted into his shirt so tightly that it looked like my knuckles were about to break through my skin. He had positioned himself in such a way around me that he resembled a human shield. Never had I been afraid before, but in this moment, fear was the only thing pumping through my veins. I was terrified for us, for him- not for myself though because the truth was that I’d do anything for him, absolutely anything to protect him. Even if it meant getting my guts pumped full of lead.

There was nowhere to run, after a dozen years it comes to an end right where it all had began. It was so poetic that I nearly laughed. I knew our fate was sealed. We were surround, except for one side. Except the side that meant leaping off the cliff into the tumultuous ocean. Obviously, we’d never make it out alive but we’d go out on our own terms and free.

His arms tightened around my waist, like he was trying to make me apart of him. The wind continued to roar in my ears, the icy cold making my teeth shatter and he was freezing, I could feel the goosebumps raised on his skin.

“Sweetheart.” his voice hoarse, with fear even though his face showed them defiance, “There’s no way out of here. Let them take me. I want you to run. I want you to run as far as you can. You find Sammy and you get far away for this city. You hear me Y/N?”

I cut him short, his words making my blood run cold, “No!” I barked, “I’m not leaving you. We are gonna jump. We have to. Together.” I looked at him, my thumb stroking his cheek to soothe him, “Forever and Always Dean.”

His hand searched for mine, his fingers clasped together with mine like a vice grip. I could see his tears barely hanging onto the brim of his bottom lashes as he just looked at me for a minute. I wanted to remember everything about him, the dozens of freckles dusted across his face, his regal nose and those magical green eyes.

“Forever Y/N.” he pressed his lips against mine causing me to shiver, “On my count Baby.”

I nodded, accepting his instruction whole heartedly as I let out a huge gust of air from my lungs. We watched them, their shotguns aimed straight for us, waiting for a signal from their leader. Furious shouts, yelling and warning shots filled my ears when Dean and I sprinted towards the edge of the cliff.

For a brief moment, midst all the chaos our eyes met as if to say meet you on the other side. He loved me and I loved him, there was never any need for words. We knew, we understood with just a single glance that we just needed each other.

“One last adventure.”

I squeezed his hand in mine before we both fell, together, smiling. It was not the end, it was only the beginning.

Heartbreaking Last Words

Originally posted by shinebrightlike-amariposa

My tagged peeps: @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname​ , @sallyp-53      @supernatural-jackles@d-s-winchester

Characters: Y/n, Dean, Sam, Cas, Lisa (mentioned only)

Pairing: Dean x Y/n

Word count: 1760

Warnings: Major character death(sorry), angsty angst angst, accidents, just complete and utter sadness( i really want you to cry, it’s good for u anyway)

Summary: Dean and y/n have the perfect relationship. Until a case which changes everything for the both of them. 


Y/n and Dean had been dating Dean since the age of 23. Now at the age of 28 and Dean at the age of 32 their relationship was better than ever. Dean never fell in love truly with anyone other than y/n. While he felt strongly for Cassie and Lisa in particular, they gave him a life he wished for at the time. However his love for y/n was all consuming. He thought about the shorter smaller male every minute of every day. Falling asleep and waking up next to him made Dean the happiest person in the world despite all the “fucked up shit” as Dean would call it going on. He loved him more than anything, only loving Sammy as much. Sam had never seen Dean happier and he was sure they would be together “forever and always”, like they promised each other every time they told the other they loved him.

That was until the case that completely destroyed Dean. A demon was hunting down women, dark haired and pretty. However, one of the things that really got to Dean was the fact that one of the most recent victims to be taken was Lisa Braeden. A fling from his teenage years, Dean had strong feelings for Lisa. While his feelings for her would never compare to the love he felt for y/n, seeing her name and realising she was taken made Dean blame himself, thinking it was due to her previous relationship with the man. While this was far from the truth and Lisa was purely a woman who happened to be the exact type the demon was looking for, Dean wouldn’t stop blaming himself. This began to drive a wedge between Dean and y/n, with Dean being snappy and paying less attention to the man.

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Vampires - BTS || masterlist

“He had you pinned against the wall. Fear in his eyes.
‘I-I’m so sorry’ he cried as a thick stream of red fluid made its way down to your shoulder.
His nails were digging in to your upper arms, his face only and inch away from yours.

He had never cried, ever. He thought it was something he had become uncapable of from that day.‘I love you.’ He said, choking on his words and ashamed to look you in the eye. Only seconds ago you had have your head resting in his lap as his fingers brushed lightly through your hair. Only second ago your skin had looked soft and alive. Only seconds ago he had known what was waiting. He had bit his lip hard, trying to resist, wanting you alive, wishing for you to live, hoping you would always remember him as your love.
But his urge was too strong. He wanted you to be his forever. You were his queen. His only one. The person that had made his dead soul feel so alive for the first time in so long… And he wanted the feeling to last, to last for an eternity with you in his arms.
But the pain of knowing he was at fault for you not being able to live as a normal soul, the pain of fearing you didn’t love him anymore, made the clear tears roll down his cheeks as he pressed his forehead against your chest and just cried as you brushed your fingers through his hair.”

Namjoon | Hoseok | Jimin | Taehyung | Yoongi | Seokjin | Jungkook

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Grantaire: She visits sometimes and she’s cool I guess, but when she’s there I can’t ever seem to find Joly and Bossuet which means that I just have to go annoy Enjolras some more, which isn’t good for anyone.

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pairing: kuroo/yaku, unspecified prior
word count: 2,608
summary: kuroo leans, yaku tries to push back, and then they kiss.
notes: for day four of haikyuurarepairweekend! (ardor / “Maybe you don’t need the whole world to love you, you know. Maybe you just need one person.” - Kermit the Frog)  i’ve had this mostly done forever, just kissing and set and canon! i might write something less sfw for them later~

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The Bidders when they’re old


He watched you lying on the hospital bed; grey hair and wrinkled features but still the most beautiful thing his eyes had ever seen. The doctor’s news had been grim, a few days, a few hours, a few moments. He gave you both no certain answer as to how long you had left, only solemnly telling you that it would not be long before your eyes shut forever. “I always thought I would go before you did.” Eisuke said, running a hand through his grey hair. He had hoped for that outcome, selfishly not wanting to be alone even if it meant that you would be. “I don’t know what I’m going to do without you.” 

“You’ll still have Toshiro, and all those grandchildren of ours.” You tried to comfort him with a weary voice, but it only served to make him feel worse. Grandchildren that you would never see grow up. “You’ll carry on Eisuke. You’ll carry own because you’ll know deep down that I would want you to. We’ve had a good forty years together, but it had to end sometime.” 

“But I didn’t want it to end like this.” He sat himself down on the bed next to you, lying down beside you. He reached for your hand and held it tight. Tears began to slip down your cheeks. “When you get up there, when you’re in heaven and you miss me, just remember that soon I’ll be seeing you.” 


He had stayed strong for his daughters and for his son. After your passing they had been all he had left to focus on, his entire life. But now they didn’t need him, his daughters married with children, his son engaged and determined to lead the Ice Dragons as his father had before his retirement. His children were too busy to visit him a lot of the time, his son was the only one who ever came in fact, and as their visits grew fewer his days grew longer. Before he knew it loneliness was all he knew.

He wanted you. He needed you. But you were gone, taken in the night by something he couldn’t shoot. You had taken his heart with him that night and he wanted it back. Sitting in his office after slipping into his best suit, he took out a pen and paper and begun to write a letter to his son. Yung, my life has been incomplete since your mother left, each day drags and each night seemingly endless. Know that I love you Yung you are strong now, and I am more of a hindrance to you than I am a help. Tell your sisters that I love them as well. I don’t think they’ll miss me, they hardly ever visit anymore. I’m not needed by anyone, I am worthless, so I've decided not to stay, I doubt they’ll kick up any fuss, not for an old crook like me.”

Yung came home the following morning to find a letter on his father’s desk and a body hanging from the ceiling. Crumpling to his knees in despair. “You were never a hindrance dad. Never.” He pounded at the floor in anger, his father’s gun that had been passed onto him glinting in his pocket. “Why did you do this? I needed you, I’ve always needed you…” 


He had always taken care of you and he was convinced he always would. Your memory was a fickle thing, some days you would remember him, the next you would have no recollection of the lazy cop who had stolen your heart. Your dementia was so far gone now that you could barely look after yourself. Mamoru had done everything for you, even though his own body hadn’t been up for the task. Now you were gone. Taken from his home by his own son and shoved away in a retirement home. He wasn’t having it.

“Dad. Where are you going?” Kenta chased after his father, who even though was walking with a stick had a surprisingly fast pace. Mamoru ignored his son and kept walking, pulling along his little suitcase. “You’re acting like a child dad. You were killing yourself looking after mum - the old folk’s home is the best place for her. I done this for the sake of both of you.”

Mamoru collapsed onto the seat outside the old folk’s home. “I’m going to stay with her then.” Kenta’s eyes widened at his father’s words, and he sat down next to the grey-haired Mamoru. “That’s my sweetheart in there. I’m not leaving her. This is my home now. Your mother is my home.” 


His days as a painter had ended the moment his muse had drawn your last breath. It had been coming a long while, as the colour had drained from your face the colour had drained from his paintings. The moment you died in your hospital bed was the moment even black and grey seemed to colourful to describe the pain that had built within his soul.

He felt Midori’s hand tighten around his at the funeral, she was the image of her mother; a constant reminder of the love he had lost forever. Old age had taken it’s toll on him, his back disabling him from being a coffin bearer. Eisuke, Baba, Soryu and Mamoru however had carried your coffin to the hearse, pain in all of their eyes and tears poorly concealed on Baba’s face. 

As he watched your coffin lowered in the dirt, he could no longer conceal the grief that had devoured him since your death. “Why did you leave before me Koro huh?” He murmurred. “I guess this is, this is goodbye…”  


Christmas had come early when your sons had come home with their wives and children in tow. Your now quite large family brought joy to your lives. A smile grew on your face as you watched your husband give his youngest granddaughter a piggy-back ride around the living room. He had a bad back and the doctor told him to take it easy, you should have given him a lecture, but you knew that you’re husband would rather have an incredibly sore spine tomorrow than taking the smile off little Hikari’s face. 

Eventually your granddaughter grew tired off her grandfather’s piggy back rides and you and your family all gathered together and begun to share stories with one another. One of your daughter-in-laws turned to speak to Baba. “What’s the secret to you and _____ long marriage?” 

“There is no secret to it. I just love her very much and  I couldn’t bare a life without my princess.” Baba smiled. holding your hand “The truth is I still fall for her everyday.” Baba brought your hand up to his face and pressed a kiss upon it, you smiled at the action. You still fell for him everyday as well.


Hmph. I’m surprised you didn’t take your retirement early.” A greying Soryu mumbled to an even greyer Kishi at his retirement party. 

“Shaddup. I’m surprised they didn’t put your wrinkled ass in jail by now” Mamoru retorted taking a puff of his cigarette. 

“With lazy cops like you on the force no wonder I’ve never been caught.” 

“You think I’m so lazy? How about we take this outside Oh. I’ll show you what this lazy cop can do. You’ll need two walking sticks when I’m done with you.”

The pair wound up fighting outside with you and Baba trying to hold Mamoru back. He wound up on the ground after unsuccessfully throwing a punch. You watched on in laughter, content with the knowledge that even forty years later since you had been bought at that auction, nothing had ever really changed.


“My Queen,” his voice trembled against the back of her hand. “Bess.”
Alone in her household, he knelt in front of her the way he would have knelt in front of God Himself. Henry kissed her skin like it was salvation, air, a bowl of fresh water in the desert and he was a man dying of thirst.
After what seemed like forever, he was finally back. Elizabeth let her eyes travel over him, finding his hair longer than it used to be. But it made no sense, for he only had been away for just a few weeks. Her vision started to cloud with tears as she looked down at him. “You are here now,” she whispered. “You are home.” (x)

The witcher turned instantly and rushed to meet the young girl. The scene left Yurga speechless. He had never seen anyone move so fast.
“Geralt!” the little girl repeated, hugging the witcher’s chest. “You’ve found me! I knew it! I always knew! I knew you’d find me!”
“Ciri,” the witcher said.
Yurga didn’t see Geralt’s face, hidden by the little girl’s ashen hair. He only saw black-gloved hands squeezing Ciri’s back and shoulders.
“You’ve finally found me! Oh, Geralt! I waited all this time! It took so long… We’ll stay together now, won’t we? Now we’ll be together, right? Say it, Geralt! Forever! Say it!”
“Forever, Ciri.”
“It’s just like they predicted, Geralt! Like they predicted… I’m your destiny? Say it! I’m your destiny?”
Yurga saw astonishment in the eyes of the witcher. He heard Chrysididae’s discreet sobs and felt her shoulders trembling. He knew that he would not understand the answer, but he waited anyway. With good reason:
“You’re more than that, Ciri. Much more.”

Excerpt from “The Sword of Destiny” written by Andrzej Sapkowski

2p!France, accidentally calling s/o something sweet!:

His fingers were already tangled in your hair, not an uncommon practice he used to make you sleep. He wasn’t too far off from giving in to slumber himself. After all, the night was perfect. The room had a slight chill, making you bury yourself against him. The only sounds were those from the outside, crickets and the occasional soft roar of an engine.  
“Y-you know…” He began, his voice more than a little drowsy. It was only in this state that his feeling slipped out.
“I could stay zhis way forever…” He was mumbling, but you heard the accented words loud and clear.
“Mon amour…” His lips met your forehead, and he felt the smirk against his skin. But you already knew this wasn’t to be discussed.  

Rowaelin Snippet #5

A/N: Decided to write a short Rowaelin snippet before starting ACOTAR. Hope you enjoy :)


Aelin stared at her reflection in the mirror, searching for more. She’d been hiding in the bathroom for over half an hour, trying to keep it together. There was only one.

“Aelin, what are you doing in there? Are you feeling well? Is everything okay?”

She took a deep breath before opening the bathroom door. Rowan was leaning against the foot of the bed, arms folded across his chest.

“I found a gray hair.” She looked so serious, so devastated, so upset. Rowan merely looked amused.

“So?” He said, trying not to laugh.

Finding the gray hair had reminded her of her mortality. She was mortal, he was not. Sometimes, she let herself think about it. And every time, her heart broke into a million pieces. She had no desire to live forever, it was the one burden she was not willing to carry. But what tore her apart, what destroyed her, was the thought of not being with Rowan. It could take an immeasurable amount of time for them to be reunited in the afterlife, and while she would be waiting for him, her carranam, she was afraid of being alone. It was the one subject they never discussed, for she knew that her eventual death would destroy him as well.

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trip and fall (in love)

Summary: Clara is a kindergarten teacher who, at the end of a long day, makes a mistake. Fortunately, it was possibly the best mistake of her life.

Pairing: Clara/Rose

Rating: K+ // Word Count: 1192

AN: prompted by the lovely @rosestormborn ♥ I hope you like it, darling!


“Don’t forget your lunch box, Daniel!” Clara called as the six year old ran out of the room as soon as he caught sight of his mum.

She sighed and dropped her head forward, hair shielding her face from view. She rubbed her temples. Little ones were exhausting. Clara had wanted to teach older kids but this had been the only opening at her local school so she’d taken it. And she loved all the little monsters in her class but days like this that seemed to drag on forever wiped her out.

She dropped her hand and caught sight of a pair of pink trainers with untied, slightly muddy  laces in front of her.

Automatically, Clara dropped to her knees and started tying the laces. “You’ve got to keep your shoes tied, love. Don’t want you to trip and hurt yourself.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” a very amused voice answered. A very amused voice that most definitely did not belong to a child.

Clara looked up slowly and was met with twinkling whiskey colored eyes belonging to a gorgeous blonde woman her own age. Her cheeks flushed as she stood up. “I’m so sorry, it’s been a long day and it’s habit at this point to tie the kids’ shoes and I just assumed. And I’m rambling, who are you?” She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, tilting her head as she took in the blonde stranger.

“Rose Tyler,” she said holding out a hand. “You must be Miss Oswald.”

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The Big Four - Game of Thrones!AU

Possible plot, anyone?

Jack Frost, of the Free Folk

Jack is the only living survivor of a White Walker attack in his village. He hid under the snow and heard the dead silence take everything away from him. When he woke up, barely alive, his hair had turned white and his eyes, blue; all his memories were gone He was then considered cursed and had to flee to south of the Wall in order to find a safe place to live and forever wonder why did the old gods hate him so much.  

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, from the Iron Islands

Lord Hiccup is the only son of the Lord of the Iron Islands, Stoick, the Vast. His quirky ways and inability to honor the Drown God cause him to be the spawn of the entire House. However, what he doesn’t yet know is that his lost mother comes from the noble House of the Targaryen; in his veins runs the blood of the dragon and soon enough one will find him.

Merida DunBroch, from the Bear Island

Lady Merida is the heir of the long line of the House DunBroch, or she would be if her mother, Lady Elinor, was not convinced her place was to ensure an advantageous marriage. Only, Lady Merida is not one to waste her time in such nonsense where there was so much more she could be than the dull wife to some stupid lord.

Rapunzel Corona, from High Guarden

Lady Rapunzel was a bless to the beloved Lady and Lord of Corona, their beautiful baby girl. Her birth was painted in love, but also in envy, as a devil woman stole the sweet child from under her parents’ nose. Year have passed and now the grieved reign can rejoice once more, as the long lost maiden has returned home with the aid of a handsome out-law. A story to be sing for years to come, if only this flower hadn’t grown thorns of her own.

“Just believe.”

And so she did.

She imagined what their house was like, having tall white pillars with a open front yard. Their kids would be playing in the yard and they would be on the porch sipping on lemonade. He would have his arm around her waist and telling Her that she raised wonderful children, extremely thankful for them.

And so he did.

He imagined waking up to her crazy hair every morning, laughing at the adorable snore she had. Chasing her around the house threatening her that if he didn’t get a sweaty hug after his run that he would catch her and put her over his shoulder. He imagined listening to her laugh that he oh so loved for the rest of his live and couldn’t help but smile.


Both had been so drawn to one another that their lips were now only inches apart.

“I’m yours forever.”


Gif source:  Steve  |  Bucky

Imagine being in a polyamorous relationship with Steve and (Winter Soldier) Bucky.

——— Request for anon ———

“I’m just happy to see you all in one piece,” you huff as you hop out of the van, heading straight for Steve’s open arms. It felt like forever since you’d seen them, even though it had been the span of only a day in reality.

“Glad you’re alright, too,” Steve breathes into your hair, giving you a bit of a squeeze that leaves you feeling snug in his grip. You’re not lost in his familiar scent for too long, as Bucky has come around the car to see you, too.

“Buck,” you sigh, halfway breaking out of Steve’s embrace to reach out to him in a gesture for him to get in on your hug. He doesn’t need more of an invitation than that, because he’s got his metal arm hugging your shoulders a second later.

Bucky’s lips brush against your forehead, relishing this one moment of peace before you all had to get back onto the mission at hand, “I missed you, doll.”

Bracelets AU (Jungkook) Part Ten

Summary: In this world everyone has a soulmate. The day you are born you receive a bracelet. When it turns black you’ve come into contact with your soulmate–only thing is, one of you will eventually have to die by the other’s hand.

Writer’s note: WARNINGS, BLOOD, eventual sadness, fun times. cursing.

HEEEEYYY guys, <3 I love you all for following me on this journey, but there’s only one more chapter left after this one. Thank you lovelies for all you’ve done–I hope you’ll still follow and enjoy what I can try to offer in the future!! <3 Also I was totes inspired by Zella Day’s Shadow Preachers. <3

Parts: One / Three / Four / Five / Six / Seven / Eight / Nine /  Eleven

When he first saw her he had initially despised her entire being. She had those wide doe eyes that could easily woo a man and lead him to his death, long silky hair that begged to be touch, and those legs that continued on forever only to dip into perfect heels. She was probably the most beautiful human being he had ever seen, but no one that gorgeous had a perfect soul–and he knew that. He wasn’t about to be played the fool.

No matter who he was he wasn’t about to feel the sting of betrayal–or so he thought.

He’d been a different person when he first met her; he still knew how to play off kindness. He knew how to smile properly, how to be happy and how to look at a person that was above him. He still thought other people were above him back then, back when he was the sucker who claimed he wasn’t a fool.

She sat herself down across the table from him, careful not to touch him as she rested her chin on her hand to flash her shimmering gold bracelet. She admired him engrossed in his laptop, watching his fingers flit about the keyboard. She said nothing, just sat there and watching him until he finally broke under that piercing stare and looked up at her with a raised eyebrow.

“Can I help you?”

She pushed her lips out and to the side, her eyes fluttering to the ceiling in thought for a split second. “I don’t know, do you think you can?”

He stopped what he was doing to fully stare at the stranger in front of him. His blank stare of pure confusion made her burst out into a fit of giggles. “You don’t know.” He deadpanned.

She shrugged, her shoulders hunching towards him. “I felt like I should sit here, that’s all. Is that bothering you?”

“No…but…” His gaze was locked on that golden bracelet of hers, perfectly level with his lowered stare. “Why? Why out of all people you choose to sit here?”

He watched her eyes connect with his own golden bracelet before traveling up to his face, her lips pulling back into a slow and deadly smile. “I think you know why I’m here.”

“You think…” He couldn’t even finish the sentence; he wasn’t ready to believe in the bracelets yet. He didn’t want to think about the events that would unfold when he found her. He wasn’t ready to die yet, and he definitely wasn’t ready to kill someone he would eventually care about.

“Yes.” She curled her fingers on her face. “It was a weird thought, but when I saw you I wondered.” Her eyes narrowed on his face, scanning for some sort of sign that he was her soulmate. She must have found it because her smile only grew. “I feel drawn to you, and I don’t really have a good reason for it.”

He stared blankly at her, practically sitting on the edge of his seat to be as far away from her as possible. “I don’t feel anything towards you; I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She reached her hand out towards his bare forearm, lazy fingertips a millimeter away from his skin before he finally realized what she was doing–he snapped his arm out of her reach. “I think you’re a liar.” She laughed, watching the way he leaned slightly into the sound of it.

“Don’t touch me.”

She sent him another one of those beautiful laughs–wait, when did he start liking the sound of her laughter. “You’re afraid of these bracelets?”

“The curse.” He whispered, sounding more confused than confident.

“You believe in that?” At his look she placed her hand on her chest. “I’m still not sure, I think there’s some hope in it.” She chuckled, a glint of sadness in her eyes. “But, maybe that’s just wishful thinking, huh? What’s your name?”

He felt compelled to say it, out of fear that she’d threaten to touch him again if nothing else. “Jin. Kim Seokjin.”

When he didn’t say anything else she pouted. “You don’t want to know mine?”

He tried to go back to his laptop but she was too distracting for him. “No.” So he pretended like he was engrossed in his work like he had been when she first sat down.

“Call me Birdie, or Little Bird–I like that too.”

He looked back up to her with furrowed eyebrows,  his mouth pulling into a frown when she laughed with her personal win of distracting him again. “Why a bird?”

“They have an easy escape–there aren’t many things that can fly up to where they are.”

He closed his laptop, unplugging the chord and putting it in his backpack. “They can’t fly if you break their wings.”


She found him next when he was out on patrol per order’s of his gang’s leader. She was sitting on a bench perfectly out of range of their territory, one leg crossed over the other while her elbows rested on her knees and her chin rested in her hands. She watched him round the corner as if she knew that eventually their paths would cross in that exact place.

“Jin!” Her head shot out of her hands as her voice trilled with happiness.

He froze, stepping back into a defensive position. “How did you find me?”

She tapped two slender fingers against the side of her head. “I know a few things about your business.” Her eyes scanned his body, laughter sparking deep in her irises. She must have been pleased.

He however was anything but. He knew very well that there weren’t many females in the mafia world, and there definitely were none with power in his own gang. The only females they had were the few girlfriends and the many whores–Birdie looked like neither, especially if she was allowed to walk freely. The women who could move on their own were not to be messed with; they tended to be more dangerous than their own bosses–if they weren’t the boss of their own gang already. What women lacked in strength they made up in ruthlessness and manipulation, at least that was what he was told by his leader.

She laughed at his expression, chuckling even more when his tensed body relaxed slightly at the sound of her voice. “So cute and innocent you are–I’m surprised actually.” Her head cocked, eyelashes dark and heavy as they slowly scanned him again. “But there’s something there that isn’t. You know, you could easily make it to the top.”

He knew the parts of himself that weren’t innocent. He’d killed before, stolen and watched the buildings he’d set on fire burn. But he was so young, the consequences hadn’t reached him yet–he knew they would catch up with him eventually, and then he’d be a different person.

“The top of what?” He whispered, her look terrifying him.

“This world.” She sat back into the bench, patting the empty space next to her. “Sit down, sit down. I promise I won’t touch you.” To emphasize this she held her hands up in the air, chuckling at his lost look. “I promise your boss won’t be mad, you can tell him if you want–he probably be thrilled to have an in actually.”

“How do you know about him? About our territory?” His eyes narrowed at her, even as his feet slowly moved him closer to her.

She flashed him one of her brilliant smiles. “Come sit. I’ll tell you about the way this world works, Jin.” Her smile captivated him, and like a moth to a bright light he was captured easily. Like the innocent moth he had no way of knowing what part of him would burn in the aftermath that was this woman.

She didn’t touch him like she had promised; she only held her hands in her lap and spoke to him like a long lost friend– a counselor of sorts.

“If it’ll get me money I think that it would be nice.”

Her face shifted into a look he’d had yet to see her wear, something akin to sadness but he couldn’t name it. “Even with all the money in the world–will you be happy?”

“If I’m a leader then there will be people there to care, right?” He felt that his words might erase that expression, surprised by how his heart tightened with just one look from her. But it remained firmly imprinted on her face, much to his disappointment.

“Maybe if you’re lucky.” Her eyes connected with his again. “You have a nice face, you ever think of becoming an idol instead of getting involved with a gang?”

He laughed, liking the way she closed her eyes into it. “This world is all I’ve ever known–I don’t think I could do the whole idol thing. What if a fan became my soulmate and someone killed her to protect me? I think….I think that for me that’d be too risky, too difficult for me.”

“You’re afraid of losing her?”

“I think I would be.”

She opened her eyes, nodding at him. “Let’s agree to never touch then.”

He snorted at her, covering his mouth with his hand to stifle his soft laughter. “I still don’t believe my soulmate is a girl like you.”

“Humor me.” She stuck her tongue out at him, tilting her head to glance deeper into his gang’s territory.

“Would you be afraid to lose him?”

She watched the birds flapping in the streets, her eyes trailing after one taking off into the sky. “Maybe if it was you I would be.”

“You don’t even know me.”

She stood up quickly, patting the dust and dirt off her skirt. “Why don’t you join me, Jin?” She looked over her shoulder at him a bright smile on her face at his confusion. “Think on it, okay?” She started walking, knowing very well that he could not help but admire her skill of walking in heels. “I’ll be here when you’re on patrol again.”


Sure enough, the next time he was sent on patrol she was sitting there waiting on the same bench with the same eyes that seemed to know exactly where he would be.

She didn’t even give time to greet him properly; she just burst out into a smile that made his unwilling heart flip. “Did you think about it?”

“How can I think about something I know nothing about?” He walked himself to the bench, sitting down next to her like they have done this thousands of times before. “Who are you?”

“I told you, you can call me Birdie or Little Bird or whatever pleases you.”

He raised an incredulous eyebrow at her, his thumb tapping against his thigh. “Who are you really?”

She sighed, her lips pulling into a pout as she put her hands behind her. “You’re no fun.” She leaned back into her arms, her chest puffing out in the process.  

He tilted a bit away from her, suddenly on edge by her strange shift in behavior.

“Your boss doesn’t like me very much–I’ve made my promise to keep my own feet out of his territory, but not my men’s.”  She turned to face him, slipping one leg underneath her. She suddenly seemed like a child excited to gossip about a secret. “We’re Bulletproof.” She smirked, pleased with herself. “It’s a fun name, don’t you think?”

His entire body went cold with the name. Not many gangs named themselves, most preferred to go by So-and-so’s gang or simply by their leader’s name–the one she was referencing was one of the few that had given itself a name that stuck with the general populace. It was the largest gang in the city: the one with the most territory, the most men, the most whores, and the largest amount of power.

And the woman in front of him was a part of it as more than a simple corner girl.

He looked like she’s slapped him, stabbed him in the back while he faced her. “You’re a member? So all this time you just wanted to get to know me because we’re your enemy?” He chuckled, looking at the ground. “You don’t even think we’re soulmates, do you?”

She rolled her eyes, her hand closing around his jacketed arm to stop him from leaving before she was finished. “Hun, I’m not a member of the gang–I’m its leader.” Her smirk was dangerous, poisonous in its beauty. “I’m not lying about thinking that you’re my soulmate–I know you are, even if you don’t believe it.”

He stared at her, searching her eyes for some hint she was lying to him–some way to tell that she was manipulating him to do her bidding. He wasn’t really good at reading people; in fact he was probably the worst in the entire gang. So he followed what his gut was telling him and believed her.

“Come with me.” She stood up, starting to walk away from him and away from his territory.

“They’ll kill me if I go with you.” He shouted, still semi-rooted into his spot; he was afraid to make that final step, to walk away from the family that had taken him in and go with someone he didn’t even believe to be his soulmate.

“I’ve got protection.” Her voice was an echo down the street; he could easily define it as the voice of someone who knew how to take charge. “I won’t hurt you, and I’ll make sure no one else will either.” She paused in the middle of the street, turning to face him with one hand in the air and the other held over her heart. “I solemnly swear to you, Kim Seokjin, that I will not let you get injured and that I will attempt to give you the best life possible with those of us in Bulletproof.”

He looked at her, the distance he’d have to cross to reach her and her personality. He moved without thinking, not looking back. “Okay.”

Maybe she was his soulmate after all.


She had told him no lies–he had a wonderful life with Bulletproof. She’d made sure his room was right next to hers, in the heart of their territory. The entire building was surrounded with chain link fencing and a whole host of guards that patrolled on hourly schedules.  He, himself, wasn’t pressured to do anything other than sit in his room or roam around the city if he wished. She had enough people to do the work she needed to get done; he was just an added member that she cared for.

Sometimes (though it became more and more frequent as time went on) she’s come into his room with stacks of paperwork or a laptop, showing him the details of her job as a leader and the defined edges of their territory. She’d show him how she ran her gang, how she’d made it from a pack of a few people to a massive enterprise. She enjoyed teaching him, and he was thrilled to learn from her.

He slowly became her right hand man, and through this he saw another side of her. He saw her face as she executed a rogue member, he watched her shoot innocents as hostages, and he was there when she ordered Yoongi to torture someone. And much to his past self’s horror, he found every move that she made necessary to the evolution of her gang. He slowly cared less and less for the humans around him, except for her–for her his care expanded until it threatened to explode his icy heart.

He devoured each and every one of her smiles, her contagious laughter. He loved the way she would grip his arm, his waist, beneath a long sleeved shirt or jacket, admiring the way her golden bracelet shone under the fluorescent lighting. He loved to watch her brush her hair off her neck, or swipe at a small debris under her eye or on her cheek; he always wished that those where his fingers, his hands, his lips touching her. He wanted her. He knew without a doubt that the woman that he had come to know as Birdie–his Little Bird–was his soulmate; the bracelets weren’t even needed.

He’d fallen in love with her.

“I love you, Jin.” She said one night, her hands reaching up to run through his hair; she was extra careful to avoid any skin contact, only wanting to watch his eyes close with the gentle touch. “I really do.” She whispered. “Do you think I’m lying?”

“Why would I think you’re lying?” He grabbed a small bit of her hair, pressing it to his lips. She even smelled nice.

“Your old gang thinks I’m lying. They keep pushing at our territory thinking that you need rescuing.”

He shook his head, rolling her hair between his fingers. “I don’t want them anymore, just you.”

She blasted him her wonderful smile, even though her eyes flashed with something that he couldn’t put a finger on–but he knew it was something to be afraid of. “Good, they’re gone now.”

He swallowed, quick flash images of the faces of the people that he used to know repeating on a loop in his head. They were the people that had brought him into this horrible world, the people that pulled him into a cycle of kill or be killed–he should be thankful they were gone. Yet, the part of him that still cared wasn’t ready to let death overlap his memories of them. He knew he would stop caring eventually, and then it wouldn’t matter anymore.

“They’re dead?” He whispered, frowning at the way his voice cracked. He was too focused on himself that he didn’t notice the sadness in her eyes as she watched him swallow his pain and accept a new identity. If he did he probably would have let himself touch her then and there so he could wrap her into a hug.

“Some.” Her voice was a small breath. “But I’m pretty sure Namjoon and Hoseok got away, I can imagine they’ll be adopting some new forces for the future. They’ll be a real threat then, we’re going to have to watch them closely.”

They were disturbed as a man knocked once before entering the room. “Little Bird?” His voice was small, afraid to interrupt.

“Ah, Jimin.” She sat up from her spot on the bed. “What can I do for you?”

He hooked his thumb out the door, his entirely body language exuding awkwardness. “It’s Yoongi…he needs to see you. He…uh… he found his soulmate.”

Jin shivered at the way her eyes darkened, at the way she stood up like she owned the entire food chain below her. “Of course it had to be him.” She licked her lips, and for a second Jin got to see how dangerous she actually was. She looked to Jin, a smirk that even sent him into a fit of fear pulling her lips up. “We’ll take care of it, won’t we Jin?”


She fell asleep while he was still up going over their paperwork in bed. He crunched the numbers, counted the members several times–he was extremely good at knowing who was where doing what. After the incident with Yoongi’s soulmate his heart closed to everyone except for Birdie, he no longer cared what pain he caused to others–as long as she was safe and happy the rest of the world could burn.

Everything she did had a reason, she was an intelligent manipulator someone that instilled fear into even the most masculine of men.

Yet, when he saw her sleeping next to him with her hands curled up near her face all he saw was the sweet, beautiful girl that he loved. Even the fatal parts of her were beautiful, he was smitten by everything that was that girl; he knew just how risky that was for him, and he honestly didn’t care.

If he died by her hands, then death must be beautiful.

He turned when she tossed in her sleep, soft whimpers leading him to watch the tears squeezing past her eyelashes. She was enchanting even then, even with choked sobs tugging at her sleep.

She reached in the nothing between them until her fingertips found the hem of his shirt, he face softened when she enclosed it in her fist. Her sobs slowly quieted to sleep-talking apologies.

“Jin.” Her voice was childish and weak in her slumber. “Jin, please.” Her eyebrows furrowed. “Run away from me.”

He couldn’t take the turmoil her disturbed behavior put him in any longer–his broken heart ached for her smile again–so he brushed her hair off of her forehead, careful not to touch her face. She woke up in that instant, red-rimmed eyes wide with temporary panic.

“Jin?” Her glance flashed to him, her tense body relaxing into reality. “Jin.” She closed her eyes tight, swallowing away the lump in her throat before opening them again. “I’m a bad person. You shouldn’t be here with me–you’re too good.” Her hands shook with her voice. “I’ll taint you.”

He stared at the ceiling, contemplating her words before he finally looked at her again. She looked so afraid he was going to stay, but deep within her he saw that she would break apart if he left. He smiled at her, leaning close to her. “We’re all bad people here. I love you, Birdie–nothing you say will change that.” He sighed, his lips hovering above hers. “Besides, I never liked pure white anyways–or the color gold.”

She closed the distance between them, her lips melding into his as her hands cupped at his face to pull him closer. Both of their eyes slid to their bracelets, laughter bubbling between them when their gold faded into a deep, dark black.

“I knew it.” She whispered, pulling herself as close to him as their bodies would allow. “I knew you were my soulmate.” She kissed him between each and every word, her hot breath heating his cheeks. “I love you, Jin.” Her tongue traced his lips. “I love you.”

He clung to her, his hands tugging at her lower back. “I love you too– I love you more than anything else in this world.”

She pulled back, her hands on his shoulders. He caught the tears rolling down her cheeks with his fingertips, unsuccessfully trying to stop their path. “I’m sorry.” She sobbed. “I’m sorry about your old gang, I’m sorry for what I’ve made you.”

“You didn’t make me into anything I didn’t want to be.” He breathed against her forehead, trying to kiss the pain away.

She chuckled past her tears, remembering that kind and sweet boy she’d found hovering over his laptop. He was so eager then, so happy to be where he was. He was gone now, replaced with an emotionless robot that was able to wear a smile. She was the only thing that kept him human–kept him sane.

And she knew it.

“I love you always, Jin.”


Jin woke up when the covers were none too kindly yanked from his body, the warmth and heat from her body was long gone. When he peeled open his eyes she was standing above him holding a gun that she pointed at his head. Her nightgown was in disarray like she’d been pacing for a while, a thin strap on her shoulder slipped off to rest against her bicep.

The girl above him wasn’t the girl that he’d held last night–gone was the girl with the tears in her eyes, with that smile he’d first fallen in love with.

The woman above him was the woman who executed traitors, who sicced Yoongi on people without a second thought–the woman who’d ordered him to set Yoongi’s soulmate up for death. This was his ruthless bird, the last face people met before death.

“I’m sorry Jin.” But her face wasn’t, even in the depths of her eyes he couldn’t see the part of her that had loved him. “I truly am, but you understand right?”

He swallowed–he’d always thought that he’d be ready to die at her hands. Yet, where was the girl he would have died for? Where were the tears? Where was the face that desperately didn’t want him to die?

Where was the girl that cared about him?

“The curse has to come true, right? Even we can’t beat it.” He whispered.

“Remember when you didn’t believe in soulmates?” His love for her turned into betrayal with the smirk that she gave.

It was the look she gave when she finished a job she was especially proud of–the smile that she’d give when she hooked a sucker and wrapped him around her little finger.

He felt anger burn in his gut, an emotion he hadn’t felt since someone had tried to kill her weeks ago.

“I never believed in love.” He practically spat at her. “At least I thought I didn’t.” His eyes narrowed, fists clenching into the sheets. “Were you lying when you said you loved me? Huh, Birdie?”

He could see the way that her gaze faltered at his words, her head shaking. “No….Jin…” She shook that small slip from her, the killer sliding back into her eyes with ease.

He exploited that opening, firing lash after lash at the girl who wasn’t as strong as she thought.

“Were you lying when you said you were afraid to lose me?” He hissed through his teeth.

She broke again, this time it lasted a little bit longer than the last–this time it was a bit harder for her to shake away. He pushed at that wall in her again, slowly shifting up closer and closer to her as she backed up to the point that he was able to get himself into a sitting position.

“Were you lying when you said you wanted to see me on top of the world?” He couldn’t control his anger anymore–this was the monster that she’d always wanted to unleash, the final product that she’d always wanted.

“The curse, Jin….it can’t be me….you understand.” She looked so weak in that second that he took his chance.

He snatched the gun from her hands, knocking her off the end of the bed. “I loved you!” He screamed as anger turned his face red and burned his vocal chords in his throat.

He’d never seen her look so afraid, not even when she was asleep and wanted him to leave.

But even knew she was always more afraid of him leaving her than her leaving him.

The gunfire echoed through their room, ringing his ears with its horrible sound.

She stumbled to her knees, blood seeping past those beautiful lips. Her fingers found the wound, pressing against it in attempt to keep her with him longer.

He was horrified to find that winning smile on her face, dropping the gun to the side.

There was always a reason to be afraid of a female in the mafia, especially the head of one; they weren’t always physically strong, but they were master manipulators. They knew how to get exactly what they wanted.

Birdie definitely achieved that goal.

He ran to her, catching her before she fell the rest of the way to the ground. His tears soaked the shoulder of her shirt, his body shaking against hers.

“What did you make me do?” He screamed at her, anger and grief mingling into one powerful emotion.

“That was good Jin; I was a good actor, yes?” She chuckled, coughing harder until blood spattered out. “Just like that.” She smiled at him, a beaming beautiful smile that he didn’t want to remember, but it burned the back of his eyelids when he blinked.

“Why?” He pleaded. “Why? Why you?”

“Because I think you’ll make a good leader for Bulletproof.” Her hand caressed his face. “Remember, I was always afraid of losing my soulmate–so he’ll have to handle losing me instead.”

He carried her before she could speak again, his screaming sobs echoing down the hallways as he ran to find someone–anyone–that could help her.

He had to admit that she’d planned everything perfectly. She’d had it all figured out from the very start, the second that she thought he was her soulmate she’d already decided that she was going to give him everything. She’d made perfectly good on her promises.

He was unhurt, standing at the top of their world–but now she was dead.

And he no longer cared about anything or anyone.


Jin laughed, holding his head with the memories as she clung to Jungkook with huge sobbing tears. They reminded him so much of himself and Birdie that he was reeling in anger and grief all over again.

“Isn’t it funny?” His voice cracked with insane laughter. “Isn’t it funny how after all these years we’re still the ones alive?” His gaze snapped to Jimin, then Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon–even Jungkook and Taehyung who hadn’t even glimpsed the past him. These were the people he had known forever, these were the people that hadn’t a clue to their future. Not one of their past selves would have ever imagined that they’d all be in that room then, watching their youngest’s soulmate cling to him to try and bandage up a hopeless bullet wound.

“For some reason,” He didn’t know if he was talking to himself or them, but they didn’t dare speak for the gun he was waving about the room. “We can’t die. For some unknown reason we’re all still alive. We’re gangsters, we’re supposed to kill each other, yet it’s always our soulmates that die–not us.” He chuckled, deep and dark in his throat. His eyes met the bleeding boy trying to protect his soulmate from the end of Jin’s gun.  "Isn’t it funny Jungkook?“ Jin brought the gun up, aiming at the boy’s head. “Isn’t it funny that you’re going to break that chain?”

“I must see this man die. My hands around that throat, strangling the life out of him slowly, watching that light flicker and fade from not only his eyes but his precious stars………………….and yeeeeeeeeet I also kinda wanna go grab an ice cream sundae with him and go hang out at the beach? Lol, IDK. Hmmmmmm. What a complex range of emotions I’m feeling ALL AT ONCE.”