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kings rising ch16: nikandros is a bro pt 2 (pt 1)

BTS| They find out their s/o is pregnant but they are not married

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Jin

I think, as he is the oldest, he would be happy to start a future with you. He knows that it’ll be hard in fact that he is an idol, but he can’t imagine a better person to be the mother of his child. So when he found the positive test in your bag while searching for the car keys, he would be very happy. He would go to you and hug you from behind, while telling you how much he loves you and that you don’t need to be scared of it.

“We will be great parents. And now go and sit on the couch, I’m going to cook for the three of us.”

Originally posted by minniesuga



Suga

Suga just wants one child. And I think this fits his character. Like Namjoon, he wants to build a family “after” his career, to have time for you. When he accidentally found the test in the wastebin, he would just proceed with what he did before. He wouldn’t tell you that he knows it and would may go back to the studio, to think about it. He would come home very late, since there was so many he needed to think about and when he finally arrived at the bedroom, he saw you curled up and hugging a pillow. He smiled and started to think about how the things will be when there’s a third person around, and suddenly he could see you three laying there, cuddling and sleeping. He changed his clothes and hugged you from behind, still smiling. He would wait till you’ll tell him and would support you all the time.

*You’re going to be a great mother. And maybe…I’ll be a good dad too.*

Originally posted by kuromel


Namjoon

I think Namjoon is someone who wants childen “after” his career. He would want to spent every minute with them, without being on tour or at a photoshoot. So he was very surprised when his plans got thrown over. He wasn’t sure if he was ready, but when he saw you in the doorframe, your expression was warm and also tensed, he knew that it doesn’t matter anymore. He saw you and he knew, you were the mother of his child and he would protect his little family.

“Let’s just hope that clumsiness isn’t heritable..”

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned



Hoseok

Total escalation. Like really. When he found your test, he would burst into tears even without knowing the result. He would be so emotional and he wouldn’t be the one looking for you, you would go to him when you heard the strange noises from the bathroom. When you opened the door, a crying Hoseok would hug you. You would stroke his bag and try to calm him, but he can’t since he’s so happy. Of course he knows that it’s going to be hard, but the two of you managed so many hard things and he don’t has any worries that you could be too young.

“Why didn’t you called me earlier?! I wasn’t prepared…”

Originally posted by pastelyoonseok



Jimin

Jimin came home earlier, since their practise wasn’t as long as expected. When he saw the test on your table, his first thought was, that he dreamed. You came out of the bathroom, a towel around your torso, when you saw him. When he heard you, he turned and made eye contact with you. You couldn’t read his expression. He slowly walked over to you, still looking into your eyes. When he was centimeters away from you he stopped and asked you:”Is it true?”. You just nodded and he slowly got on his knees. He laid is hands around your stomach and neared his face. When his nose almost touched it, he smiled and kissed your belly before he stood up again and hugged you. He knew there will be things to discuss, but for the moment he was the happiest person alive.

“I love you, you both.”

Originally posted by bwipsul



Taehyung

Everyone knows how much Tae loves kids. I mean, he wants 5, so you can’t start early enough, don’t you? He is a bit naive, but he would freak out, when he found your pregnancy test in the wastebin. He would directly run to you, lift you up and spin you around.

“Why didn’t you tell me? We need to tell mom and dad. And the others must know. And we need to celebrate that. Jagii, we’re going to be parents.”

Originally posted by averageoppa



Jungkook

Jungkook wouldn’t know how to react. He didn’t thought about being a father, he was almost a child himself and he don’t thinks about himself as a father. At least not now, in the middle of his career as an idol. When he found the positive test, he would freeze. Soo many thoughts would fill his mind and when he heard your shocked squeal as you saw him with the test, he would slowly turn in your direction. You bowed your head, waiting for him to say something, but he just came over to you and hugged you.

“I don’t know how, but we will make it. I will support you however I can. And when I need to grow up, than I will.”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

-mi

ozziescribbles  asked:

Ahhhh 8 spots! I'll try and hurry Σ(゚д゚lll) Would it be alright if I could request Ignis x Reader, possible fluff of them both reading on each other? Like, Reader's head on Ignis' stomach or something like that;;

Lectio

Ignis was sitting on the ground by the roaring campfire, a mug of ebony clutched in his hand. He flipped through his leather-bound journal, sifting through his notes from the day, contemplating different recipes in his mind. 

His belly was full, the skewers he’d prepared for dinner earlier had done just the trick. The warmth radiating from the flames before him was comforting, and he felt himself relax, the tense muscles of his shoulders slowly easing with each passing second.

“Hey.”

Ignis looked up and smiled when he saw you. You wore one of his old sweaters that you’d insisted on bringing with you on the road (I can’t sleep without it!) and held a book in your arms, clutched to your chest.

“Hello, my love,” Ignis beckoned you closer, and you took a seat next to him. You yawned, rubbing at your eyes with the back of your hand. “Tired?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Long day.”

Ignis was inclined to agree. The group had cleared another tomb, collected another Royal Arm for Noctis. It had been deep inside a chilling cave, and it made the heat from the campfire all the more appealing.

Ignis shifted as he felt you move, scooting lower to rest your head in his lap. You opened up your book and angled it so the light from the fire would cast its orange glow on the pages, and the two of you read in a comfortable silence.

It was one of the things about you that drew Ignis to you in the first place. He appreciated how you enjoyed the quiet. He liked that you didn’t always feel the need to fill the void with idle chatter or meaningless conversation. The two of you were just able to exist together, like two adjoining pieces of a puzzle; a perfect fit since the day you met.

Ignis scanned over his journal for a while longer while idly playing with your hair. You sighed contentedly, leaning into his touch. 

After Ignis had checked a few more things and mentally noted a few others, he said, “Darling, perhaps we should––”

He never finished this thought, because when he gazed down at you, you were already asleep in his lap. Your book had been left abandoned at your side, and your head was tilted slightly towards him, away from the bright light of the fire. Your breathing was steady, and you looked completely at peace.

Ignis smiled to himself. He kissed the pads of his fingers and gently traced them along your forehead, and you smiled in your sleep. He gingerly supported your head while he shifted, scooping you up in his arms. You mumbled something in your sleep and nuzzled into his chest as he carried you into the tent.

He went to lay you down, taking off your shoes and getting you ready for bed. When he moved to retrieve your book, you clutched at his arm.

“No,” you mumbled, drifting in and out of sleep. “Stay.”

Ignis couldn’t help but chuckle, knowing he was unable to ever say no to you. He removed his gloves and his shoes and set them aside. He settled in next to you and you scooted closer, pressing your face into the crook of his neck.

“G’night, Iggy.”

Ignis stroked your arm gently, relishing the smoothness of your skin under his bare fingertips. He kissed the crown of your head, and let out a quiet, happy sigh. 

“Goodnight, my love.”

Revolution - Chapter 3

I won’t allow that you destroy yourself, Shion.


Six years have passed after Nezumi’s departure. Even though the progress of the Restructural Committee is like an untamed wave of changes and improvements, some people are unsatisfied and more than tired Shion thinks he has failed. Will he ever be able to look in these beautiful grey eyes again? Or will his guilt consume him?

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Will You?

Originally posted by nct127

Description: You’re on We Got Married with Taeyong ^_^

Warning: None

“They’re coming today, so be prepared.”
You had been informed earlier today that a film crew would be coming over, with an announcement for you, but your manager wouldn’t say what for. Only that this will span over the course of the next few months.
You had frowned, confused at the sudden announcement, figuring it would be a good idea to just stay home and ponder over what it could possible be, waiting for the film crew to arrive and tell you what was going on.
And that’s exactly what you did. Lounging around your couch in an over sized hoodie, watching TV and waiting for the doorbell to ring. Which happened around noon, just when you were starting to slip into sleep again.
You sprang from your seat, and greeted the film crew crowding around your front door, cameras already on, filming you as they handed you a red card.
“What’s this for?” You asked the crew, but got no response, only a slight nod from one of the crew towards the card, indicating for you to read it. Holding back a sigh at being ignored, you carefully opened the envelope and removed the card, flipping it open.

To: _____
You have been chosen to be on this season’s “We Got Married”.
Your first potential husband will be waiting for you in the park.
From there you will have exactly one hour to have your first date(get the counter from the crew) and you will then move on to your second potential husband.
Then, your new life of marriage will begin.
Congradulations from,
The WGM Crew

“We Got Married?” You asked the crew. “I’m getting married?”
Again, you got no answer, only being handed a handheld timer, and then was ushered to get dressed and go to the first place to meet your first “husband”.
The ride to the park was quicker than you had hoped, but you were thankful you hadn’t been given long to wonder about this whole “husband” deal. Although you did fidget a lot on the way, fiddling with the hem of the skirt you decided to wear.  
You were the first to arrive, a potential husband no where in sight, so you took a seat on one of the park benches, watching the birds and squirrels hopping around. Tracing some letters and designs in the dirt below the bench, you nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard a soft hello from behind you. Flying from the bench, you spun on your heals, and came face-to-face with a young man. 
“H-hello.” You greeted, trying not to look to shell shocked, and bowed to him.
“Hello.” He bowed back, then held his hand out. “I’m Lee Taeyong.”
The young man was nice, and kind, not being phased by your shyness as he led you to his car that you would be taking to the spot he chose for your first date. Apparently he had chosen a somewhat quiet coffee shop, explaining it was a good place to “get a bite to each and get to know one another”.
Being a gentleman, he paid for your coffee and the muffin you picked out, and even pulled the chair out for you when you sat at the small booth near the back, and being reminded by the crew to start the date timer.
The two of you sat in a somewhat comfortable silence, as comfortable as you could be with someone you just met, as you both sipped your coffee.
“I don’t know what they tell the wives.” Taeyong started, breaking the silent. “But they tell the husbands to get together a date plan first, to give us some time to prepare. Johnny told me about this place, said the coffee was really good, and that this would be a good first date idea.”
“If we get married, I’ll have to remember to thank him. The coffee’s amazing.”
“It is.” Taeyong smiled, not only at you liking his date plan, but just the mention of marrying you made him smile.

WGM Question Time
Q: How did you feel when you met your potential bride/husband?

Taeyong: “I was…pleasantly surprised. I hadn’t expected her…but I think I’ve already made my choice on who I’m marrying.”

You: “I was shocked, to say the least. I spent a lot of time thinking about who my husband could be, but he never crossed my mind…but I’m excited.”

The date passed quicker than you would have hoped, the annoying beeping of the timer interrupting the in depth discussion the two of you were having over chicken recipes. You could see Taeyong’s annoyance when the crew cut the chat short, reminding him he needed to take you to switch spouses with the other couple.  
The other husband was nice, you couldn’t deny that. But you could easily tell he had already chosen who he wanted, and was just trying to get through the date so he could get back to her. Even with that, he tried his best with you, taking you on a walk through this massive flower garden his mother had told him about. The two of you chatted lightly, that awkward kind of chat you have with an old friend you never really cared to see again, trying to waste time until you both got to reunited with the person you wanted to be with. Thankfully, the time flew quickly, the beautiful colored flowers being left behind when you left to the final place, where you would pick your husband, or go home…

“We’ll take the two girls, and when your name is called, each husband will go to their wife choice. Once with the wife, the husband will propose. If the wife has written your name on their card, the two of you will go home, pack, and move in to the honey moon house.” The crew member explained calmly, passing you and the other wife a card and a pen, telling you to write your husband choice on the card.
“What happens if you don’t get picked?” The other wife asked.
“Then you go home.” The crew shrugged.
What if he doesn’t pick me? You wondered, handing the pen back before you were led to where you would wait for your possible husband.
You waited patiently, anxiously, as the first husband’s name was called, until he came across you. Clutching the card, you tried to steady your breath. You were the first wife, the other girl was further in the building. Bowing to you, the husband mouthed a “sorry” as he continued walking, obviously to the other wife.

WGM Question Time
Q: How did you feel when the first husband passed you?

A: I was a little hurt, but relieved that I wouldn’t have to tell him no. I’m glad he went on, I hope they’re good together.

You heart nearly jumped in your throat when Taeyong’s name was called, you strained your ears to pick up on his steady footsteps coming down the hall.
Oh god. You gulped when you saw Tae’s form turn around the corner, standing still when he spotted you. What if he keeps walkin-
Taeyong walked slowly into the middle of the room, keeping his eyes on you as you pulled on your sleeve anxiously.
“Hello again.” Taeyong smiled, bowing to you. “Can I ask something?”
“S-sure.” You stuttered, nodding slightly.
Taeyong smiled again, taking another step towards you.
“Did you have fun with me today?” He asked, another step taken.
“Yes.” You smiled lightly.
“Did you enjoy our time together?”
“Yes.”
“Did I make you happy?” The space between you was decreasing.
“Yes.”
“Do you think I could continue making you happy?”
“I think so.”
“Then,” Taeyong whispered, stopping a foot from you, dropping to his knee. “Will you marry me?”
You smiled at him, holding the card up, opening it and displaying the words “Taeyong Oppa, let’s get married!” to him, watching him grin.
“Yes!”

WGM Question Time
Q: Are you happy with your spouse choice?

Taeyong: “I couldn’t be happier. I knew the moment she was already talking about us getting married, she was the one for me. She already clicked with me, and I think I clicked with her. I’m looking forward to our marriage, I’ll be good to you…jagiya…”

Auston Matthews #15 + Mitch Marner #9

Requested by Anon:  Imagine where reader is a famous youtuber and best friends with auston matthews and mitch marner and they make q&a video together? <3

*I had a lot of fun writing this so I hope you like it too. Enjoy!:)*

Word count: 960

Originally posted by wonthetrade

The flashing red light was the only indication that the camera was already recording. You divided the cue cards you prepared earlier and handed it to the boys on either side of you. Auston was fuzzing with his hair, making sure that it was still slicked back and in place. Mitch, on the other hand, was staring at the camera, mouth slightly hanging open.

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Insecurities

Klance Fanfiction 

2826 words

Completed Oneshot

Fluff and angst with a happy ending :) 

Summary: Lance is feeling useless and is trying to ignore his feelings for Keith. Lance tries to escape his thoughts but ends up with a boyfriend.

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  • The guy yesterday: *sits as close as he possibly can in his desk to me*
  • The guy today: *doesn't reply to my question for 12 hrs*

anonymous asked:

flirty and playful fuck boy Mingyu

Word Count: 2300

Genre: Angst Fluff

Warnings: Slight sexual harassment, unwanted pecks of affection, violence (towards Gyu), pet names, almost smut but not really

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Originally posted by visual-17



You walked onto your college campus with a smile, disregarding the events last night and thinking how your day would go. Earlier you had read your professor’s email stating he would be absent for a week at most and that there would be a list taped on his door, explaining what you were to do.

You made your way towards the language arts building. You walked up the flight of stairs, reading the familiar words spread along the center of the steps. “What’s up sweetheart?” You heard as a pair of feet stood before you, looking up you saw Mingyu. You scoffed and turned to walk past him, “going to read the list?” He asked.

“No need to darling, I’ve read the assignment, and the bunch of bull it is, but luckily I’ll get to spend more time with your cute ass,” he drew near you before locking you in his arms, pecking you on the cheek. Struggling to pull away from him, he smiled knowing you wouldn’t be able to unless someone had stepped in. “Think about it babe, you and me-”

“Mingyu what are you talking about?” You interrupted, wiping your forehead and groaning in frustration as he wouldn’t let you go, wriggling around and covering your face simultaneously. You’d rather be caught dead before you were caught with Mingyu. “Please let me go, I’ve got a lot to do today.” Whining once more, you pouted instinctively and Mingyu blushed, admiring how cute you were.

He brought you closer to him, your bodies pressed up against each other, looking up, you met his soft brown eyes and blushed a bright red. Looking at you, he smirked and brought his head down towards your ear. “Meet me in the library later,” he whispered, his tone sultry and seductive.

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Dried Oregano

Summary: You try to cook to the Avengers, but you can’t reach the shelves. 
Word counting: 600
Pairing: Tony Stark x Short!Reader (Established relationship)
Characters: Short!Reader, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes
Warnings: Fluff. Cussing. Reader and Tony doesn’t display affection in front of the Avengers, but that doesn’t mean they’re not made for each other. A big thanks to @supernatural-squadd, because the idea to this came from her shipping game. See the post here and go read her blog, because she’s awesome.

This work is part of a series. Read more here.

Originally posted by theperkybuttofrdj


“You say I’m crazy…” You sang, distracted . “Cause you don’t think I know what you’ve done.”

You had your eyes closed in the kitchen while cooking a meal to your fellow Avengers. The team was back from a big mission, most of them where there – but not all – and, as you were left in the tower working on your book and wasn’t as tired as you knew they were, you decided to go and treat them a bit.

That’s how you ended up making your famous lasagna in family size.

Of course, you had a problem.

It wouldn’t be you if you didn’t.

You see, you’re not a tall girl. You never were.

At exactly 5 feet tall (Well… Maybe a bit less), you weren’t the tallest Avenger, but the shorter one.  You constantly struggled with shelves, but never asked for help. You’ve always been too independent and proud to ask for help when a kid, and grow up didn’t change you at all in that.

“What are you doing?” Sam inquired, entering the kitchen and trying to dip his finger on what was left of the sauce you prepared earlier.

“I’m building a bomb, can’t you see?” You looked at him, slapping his hand away.

“Yeah?” Sam looked down at you. “Okay, then, Scientist.” He mocked walking away. “I tell the guys to get ready to dinner?”

“In about 10 minutes, yeah.” You instructed. “And it’s Miss Scientist to you.”

He left with a chuckle, and you didn’t even notice Tony leaned on the door frame, watching you.

“Fuck.” You cussed under your breath, reaching out for a high shelf where you knew the dried oregano you loved so much was. The problem with it was just that Steve loved it as much as you did, and he always forgot you struggled with where he always put it back when he used it.

You looked around, trying to find something you could use as a step to climb the counter, but Tony’s arm appeared in time to grab it before you could use your hero abilities to finally reach it.

“I’m finishing the new high-tech shelves.” He gave it to you, and you rolled your eyes. “It’ll be in the kitchen in a week.”

“I already told you, you don’t need to do it.” You argued, sprinkling the lasagnas with the dried herb. “I can…”

“You know seeing you climbing the counter when you need something from a top shelf is very sexy to me.” He crossed interrupted you. “But I won’t be picking you up when you fall down doing it at your 50’s and 60′s, because I’ll be far too old for this shit. So, I’m finishing the shelves”

You shook your head, but said nothing as he helped you moving the food to a table. On rare occasions, you managed to sit down and eat like normal people, and that seemed like one of those.

“Dinner is ready kids.”  You yelled. “Don’t push your siblings on the way to the table, there’s space to everybody.”

Tony chuckled, sitting down and saving you a spot by his side to when you finally sat down.

“Huh, so the bomb is ready?” Sam sat down.

“Oh, yes. It’s programmed to explode in an hour and a half, you may want to be close to a toilet when the time comes.”

Bucky and Natasha chuckled, and Steve looked at you with a disapproving expression, which you just ignored.

“Well…” The man continued, but you interrupted him. “And what do you plan to blow beside my intestines?”

“Maybe Tony.” You smirked. “But I need to know if he isn’t too tired from the mission for that today.”

Your boyfriend, Natasha and Bucky cracked, finally laughing while Steve shot you another look, and Sam was ready to give you an answer, but you interrupted him.

“Just eat, Wilson.”

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Detective Conan 993 Spoilers [English Translation]
  • S: Why do you think that?
  • C: Well, you see, there’s some powdered medical residue left around Nukitani-san’s mouth, yet he doesn’t have any water on him!
  • C: That’s why I believe that the warmth that melted the chocolate in Sadamori-san’s bag stemmed from a plastic bottle containing a warm drink!
  • A: A-as I said, the chocolate simply melted in my pocket…
  • C: Then it should’ve melted evenly! However, since only those closer to the tip melted, something else must have given off its warmth… You probably got it from the vending machine, added the poison, and then kept it in your bag until you got a chance to give it to Nukitani-san, right?
  • C: And you didn’t tell us that you had a warm drink… because you thought that might arouse suspicion if someone finds a plastic bottle cut into little pieces…
  • S: That’s why you were hiding in the restroom… to get rid of the evidence…
  • A: T-That was not poison, that was a laxative! I just wanted get back at Nukitani-sensei for rejecting my love!!
  • A: And when I came by to make sure he’s stuck in the restroom… He was dead. So I grabbed the plastic bottle because I knew everyone would get the wrong idea!!
  • A: I swear I’m telling the truth! Please believe me!!
  • C: I don’t think she’s the culprit! She practiced Kendo in high school for three years, so she’d at least know how to wear a hakama properly…
  • C: And the culprit appears to have put the hakama on backwards!
  • T: Then all three of us must be innocent! After all, I practiced kendo too…

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Determination

Fandom: BBC Merlin

Word count: 1358

Characters: Arthur x reader, brother!Merlin

Warnings: is flirting a warning? Definitely some tension.

Summary: Arthur finds himself distracted when you deliver his food from the kitchens. Part 2

You wiped a hand across your forehead, longing for the cooler air outside the castle. The kitchen was always hot, but during the summer it was even worse. Your dress was clinging to your back with sweat, only adding to your discomfort.

As you kneaded the bread for tonight’s meal, you didn’t notice your older brother sneaking up behind you. There was a wicked grin on his face as he got to within inches of you, then clapped his hands on your shoulders. You jumped a mile, then spun around to glare at him.

“Really, Merlin?” you yelped. “Was that necessary?”

“Absolutely,” he sniggered. “That was an impressive noise you made.”

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Hoseok’s Story

*17 years earlier*

“Don’t worry guys, I will be watching him like he’s my son.” said the unknown man and smiled at the parents, resting his hand on the boy’s shoulder. The boy gulped and watched his parents in horror. Why were them leaving him behind? With that man? His parents smiled at him.

“We will come back for you, Hobi, don’t worry.” said his dad and winked at him, both him and his mom leaving. The man waved at them and after they left, his smile disappeared from his face.

“Let’s go.” he said in a stern voice and the boy was scared one again, following him.

What had the future prepared for him?

*11 years earlier*

Hoseok was cleaning one of doctor’s knives from his lab. A lab full of knives and pointy things. Things that can hurt people easily. His staying at that place, now called “home” was rough. Being beaten up and then the doctor saving him. But not in a good way saving.

“The poor kids.” whispered the black-haired boy, letting the knife on the desk and looking around the room. “I’m given to a monster and I became one as well. This is hell.” he murmured and got up from the chair, walking to  a different room, where the doctor was cooking. He felt the smell and his stomach hurted. He is sick of himself, but he can’t stop himself.

“You’re done, Hobi?” smiled the man and ruffled his hair.

“Yes, father.” whispered the boy, looking everywhere but not at him or the meat. He sits on a chair from the dinner table, hearing just a lilttle how the kids were screaming for the up level, probably playing some games. He would cry for them, but then he would just get scolded by his “father”. The memories hits him once again

***

“Hoseok, people this day are monsters. These kids? They will be too. Yes, we are worse but one day I can tell you that huminaty in them will disappear. It’s better to just throw it from now and win the war now and not learning at that time.” said the doctor, spacing out.

“What do you mean by war, father?” he asked, curiosity killing the cat.

“You’ll understand later. When you will talk to him.”

“Who’s him?”

“Just wait, kiddo.” sighed the man and got up, walking to the rest of kids.

***

“Father.” he started. “You told me about a him.” he spoke in a whisper. The man looked at him with the guard off. He then stopped the fire from the stove.

“We talked about this Hobi, you’ll see later.” the doctor said and then gave him his plate.

“But why I can’t know now? I want to know what will happen to me!” Hoseok said in a slightly angry tone and looked at him, ready for an answer.

“Hobi, shut up and eat, or else…”

“Okay, I’m sorry father.” said the boy now scared.

*6 years earlier*

“I’m sorry, father.” the black-haired boy said and entered the kitchen for “dinner”. He walked with tiny steps to his back and looked down. The man spinned around and found the boy.

“Hobi, what’s wrong?”

The boy didn’t answer, but he started crying. The man looked worried at him and pulled him for a hug. Big mistake. That was the moment when the knife pierced his heart and he fell on the floor, looking at the black-haired boy in shock. The blood was scattering around already. He stopped breathing. The atmosphere in the room was morbid. Hoseok wiped his tears away and grabbed the man’s legs, starting to drag him to the other entrance, a path of blood left behind. He looked around the forest, sure nobody was watching him and he starts again walking to the cemetery. The grave was already made. He put his strength and throwed him in that pit. Then he started to cover it with earth.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered once again and ran away from that hell.

*3 years earlier*

He came here. Once again. Everything was gone. The place was now ruins. He took the path to the cemetery and looked for the place where he burried the man 3 years ago. He didn’t feel guilt or something. He was there just because that man took care of him, at least.

A boy with brown hair was looking at him, from a tree. The time has come and he can’t wait no more. The time can’t wait no more. He knows what that brat did and he does. But he doesn’t care. He is one and all of them are crazy, so what’s the point? The boy jumped from the tree on the ground and approached Hoseok.

“You know, it’s not nice to kill your father.” said the brown-haired male.

“How… how did you know…” Hoseok asked and started to go slowly to the boy. “Who are you? And what do you want from me?!” he screamed, trying to attack him.

The brown-haired male stopped him and now his shoe was on Hoseok’s head, pressing.

“I will tell you if you stop fucking bitching around, or I will smash your skull, you brat.” said the brown-haired male, and then let Hoseok to get up. “Seokjin.”

“You already know my name, you weirdo.”

“Shut up you brat.” he murmured. “Long short story, I’m that him and from now on, you will live with me and if you try to escape, babe, that will be no fun for you.” added Seokjin and started walking to the exist of the cemetery. Hoseok looked at him like the boy was crazy, but dear, you are too. He gulped and ran after him, walking side by side with him.

“Are you going to give me an explanation?”

“Maybe. Not now, but maybe. Don’t try your luck kid, though.” spoke after a silence of five minutes. “It’s complicated.”

“Everything it’s complicated, huh?”

“The most is the reason why your parents left you.” said Seokjin in a cold tone and looked into Hoseok’s soul, and then he strated walking again like nothing happened.

Swan Queen Easter Sunday

Regina chewed her bottom lip as she stared at the ham in her refrigerator. It was huge, she knew it. She and Henry would never be able to eat it all. She’d known that when she bought it, and she’d known that as she prepared it earlier that morning. Now she placed it back in the fridge, waiting to be baked later that afternoon. She looked at it with her arms folded and her shoulders drawn high near her ears.

She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t bought it in the hopes that she would be feeding more than just herself and Henry. She might have pictured, while she was staring into the refrigerated bin with all the spiral hams at the grocery store, a family gathering. She would host, of course, she was always the hostess. That’s why she was buying the ham. They could be together, they could laugh and eat and drink, and Regina might for once feel like she was loved on a holiday. She might spend a holiday surrounded by family, specifically a family that cared about her.

But of course that had been a pipe dream. She had gotten her hopes up, bought the ham, and then gone promptly to invite them to her home. Her family, she had come to think of them. She’d found Emma and Snow eating in the diner, and approached them with a nervous, childlike smile on her face.

But then she’d heard them talking, talking about their own Easter plans. There was an egg hunt at the elementary school that Snow wanted to attend with Neal. And she wanted Emma to come too. And David, and Henry of course. And she’d gone on about how they could all go back to the loft together and have lunch together.

So Regina had walked away before they had noticed her, and wiped at the tears as subtly as she could as she left the diner. That afternoon when Henry came home from school he had told Regina about the egg hunt, and how he’d been invited to go. She had given him a smile, as best as she could manage, and told him he could go. He had stayed at Emma’s last night, but he was supposed to be home for dinner that night, and they’d eat the ham together. She supposed she could have ham sandwiches for a month after.

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