This theory was originally developed by derekscorner and revised last night. I delve into the theory a little bit myself and came up with something pretty incredible. Again, most of this theory is in credit to derekscorner. All I’ve done is branch it out a little more. You can read the original post along with what I came up with here.
Kingdom Hearts is never entirely clear on how it’s universe works. The only trustworthy information you can get is spoken by characters in cut scenes, usually rather vague and said with symbolism, or it’s hidden somewhere in the “Reports” you recover throughout all of the games.
Because of this, the game can constantly flex it’s rules to bring about more scenarios and fix discrepancies it might have had in the past. But assuming, with the release 1.5+2.5 for the PS4, all of those discrepancies were fixed and the game is official, theories about this game will now become all the more relevant. And sensible.
Most things in Kingdom Hearts can be explained away in a rather convoluted essay. However, there are still select few scenarios that fans can’t seem to tackle because it wouldn’t make sense for how the game’s universe operates. One of these leading scenarios is the issue of bringing the lost Nobodies back into existence. I’m talking about Roxas, Naminé, and Xion.
A/N: I know it’s not in order of the prompt list, but this is the one I had inspiration for, and the only one I’ve felt proud of in a while.
Named After: There’s literally one line in here that made me think “Mom’s spaghetti”
“Best three out of five!” Clay whined.
The two of you had rock, paper, scissored over who was on bathroom duty for the end of both of your shifts. The alternative and clearly better option was working the concession.
“C’mon Jensen, I won twice…”
You couldn’t hide the grin on your face. You’d lost this game for about two weeks straight between him and Hannah.
“Out of five.”
“Out of three. The mop is in the closet.”
Clay rolled his eyes, sighing as he went into the back room. Hannah, on the other hand, was working the ticket booth. A job, the three of you had already pulled straws for.
You smiled to yourself watching Clay sulk away when you moved behind the counter.
Ten minutes left in your shift and it was going pretty well, not as busy as it normally was on a Friday night, no screaming middle schoolers, no crying babies, just you, the popcorn machine, and the elderly couples that pulled at your heart strings.
You’d been dating Jeff Atkins for four years before everything went to shit. Before you’d caught him, tongue down some cheerleader’s throat, hand on her ass, touching her like he’d touched you the night before.
The worst part about losing Jeff was that you not only lost your boyfriend. You lost your best friend. You lost the only person in the world who knew you inside out, who knew that you’d once seen Mamma Mia seven times in one week, who knew that your ultimate dream job was to be second string at the World Cup, who knew that when you were angry you were ruthless.
He tried. He tried calling, texting, tried to catch you at your shifts at work. But you were just as cold as he expected. You blocked his number and changed your whole schedule just to avoid him.
Truth be told, seeing him with someone else, it broke you.
You were in love with him. And he chose someone else.
So you deleted any and all memories of him. Couple photos, trashed. Best friend photos, in a box in the back of your closet. All of his clothing over the years, returned.
It was hard, to say the least. Hard to be so cold to someone who once gave you so much warmth. You’d given up on love ever since.
The buzz of your phone in your back pocket pulled you out of your vacant stare. You glanced around, making sure your supervisor wasn’t anywhere near before checking your text.
Hannah Banana Baker: Head’s up. He who shall not be named in 30 seconds.
Your head shot up from your phone to see the boy standing across from you.
“Wow… I’m Voldemort now, huh?” Jeff teased, eyes glancing up from your screen as he tried to lighten the mood between the two of you.
He looked…good. Nowhere near as if he’d been crying for two weeks straight like you did. Say something. He was wearing his letterman jacket. The one you considered keeping because it made you feel just as safe as Jeff did. Say something. You could tell he was getting a haircut in a few days. He always let it flop down, covering his forehead, a few days before. Just so he didn't “waste product on hair that was getting cut”. Say something. You always liked it a little better that way. When he didn’t look so perfect. Say something!
A breathy, “Hey.” falls from your lips before you could think of a witty response to his question.
“Hey.” Jeff offers you a sheepish smile, as though to somehow pull attention away from the fact that you hadn’t seen him outside of school, where you avoided him.
“No yeah, you said that.” he laughs, briefly. His eyes trying to connect with yours.
You glanced over at the girl, the girl, who stole him from you, holding onto his arm, trying to ignore the whole interaction. What did she have that you didn’t? You knew him better than anyone. You were the perfect girlfriend.
Your eyes snapped back to him and you let out a fake cough.
“I thought we already did that.”
“Right. Um- what would you like?” you offered, trying to swallow down the golf ball sized lump in your throat.
You glance away from him, fingernails, nervously, tapping at the glass below.
“Fries and an Arnold Palmer.” you interrupt. “What is she having?” you tilt your head over in her direction.
Jeff’s mouth opens a little bit, and for some stupid reason, he’s surprised you remembered what he liked. He thought you’d deleted everything about him.
“Y/N WHERE ARE THE-” Clay shouts from across the room, only stopping himself when he sees the baseball player. “Jeff. Hey!”
“What’s up man” Jeff replies casually. As if he wasn’t prolonging the most awkward moment of your life.
“Nothing, I’m good…Y/N you wanna do out of five?”
For once in your life, you were happy to say that Clay Jensen was not oblivious to feelings.
You shook your head, determined you could get through this, but offered the boy a smile for being so considerate.
“Top shelf, to the right.”
You turned your attention back to the baseball player who had broken your heart, who was now whispering to his…new girlfriend.
“Babe, you wanna grab us some seats. I’ll just meet you inside?” Jeff asked, more of a forced suggestion than a thoughtful question.
She nods quickly, placing a kiss on his cheek before heading into theater number 3.
He turns back to you once she’s out of sight, hand running through his already messy hair.
“Can we talk?” he asked.
Jeff was going out on a limb here. He hadn’t heard from you since you left his stuff on his porch and told him to never talk to you again. For fucks sake, he missed you. He missed you so much it hurt.
He made a mistake, a huge one. And honestly, the girl, whose name was Alyssa or Alexis, he could never remember, was nothing more than a rebound.
You sighed, gritting your teeth. “What does she want, Jeff.”
You didn’t want to talk about it. It had been two months since you’d last talked to him, and now he had you near tears with just his presence.
Jeff’s fingers gripped the surface between the two of you as he tried to break through the walls you had set up.
His voice broke, mid-sentence, and you wanted nothing more than to hold him and never let go. But you knew better than that. So you huffed, blinking back the tears at the brim of your eyes, and asked him the same question once more.
“What- What does she want.”
“I want you back.”
You swore your heart stopped beating when you heard those words. It wasn’t fair. He didn’t get to come in here, throw his feelings on the table, and leave you to wipe away at the tears now falling down your face.
You turned away from him, moving to get him the fries he always ordered.
“You’re on a date right now, Jeff, are you fucking kidding me.”
The three packets of ketchup, landed right next to the box, as you threw them onto the counter.
“I- I know- I just, I haven’t been able to talk to you Y/N. I miss you. I miss you so fucking much and-”
You drowned out the sound of his stupid apology as you filled his cup halfway with ice. The soda machine hummed as you focused on filling his drink exactly the way he used to like it. 60% Lemonade. 40% Iced Tea.
Jeff clenched his jaw, waiting for you to finish before attempting to talk to you again.
“And- and I just want you in my life again. Girlfriend. Best friend. Mortal Enemy. I’ll take anything. I just want you, need you, to come back.”
You bit your lip, hoping it would stop you from crying as hard as you knew you wanted to. You placed his drink on the counter and moved to fill a medium bag of popcorn for his date, Alyssa Callahan. You may or may not have stalked her after the rumor spread around school that they were hooking up.
“I miss my girlfriend who would always play at least one NSYNC song when she had control of the aux cord. I miss the best friend that stayed up with me to help me study. Even though you had a test too. I miss you. I do.” Jeff cried out.
His palms are sweaty. Jeff never had to beg for a girl’s attention in his entire life. But now? Now he’d do anything to have you even just say ‘hi’ in the hallways. He knows it sounds stupid. He knows he’s an asshole for saying all this while you were at work and he was on a date. But this is his one shot, one opportunity, and he was going to take it.
You slammed the bag down, popcorn tumbling down the sides of the bag as you moved to get her a drink. She seemed like a lemonade type of girl.
“Answer me, Y/N.” Jeff pleaded, ignoring how desperate he felt.
You placed a cap on her drink and moved it with the rest of the food before looking back up at him.
“You know what I miss, Jeff?” you asked, punching a few buttons at the cash register.
“I miss. The boy that told me-” you stopped yourself mid-sentence, letting the tears fall freely from your eyes as you pulled a twenty out of your pocket.
“I miss the boy that told me he loved me…”
You placed the cash into the register, slamming it shut with a bang.
“And told me- he would never hurt me.”
The receipt tore from the machine and crumbled within the fist your hand made.
“But. Obviously. That’s not you.”
It swished in the trashcan below you, and you shoved everything a few inches closer to Jeff.
Jeff was looking at you, as distressed as you were the day after your break up. His eyes were glazed with tears that had yet to fall, Adam’s apple bobbed as he restrained himself from responding. He picked up everything you’d placed in front of him one at a time.
“It’s on the house. Enjoy your movie” you emphasize with a forced smile.
Jeff turns, nodding, knowing that he lost you and enters into the theater.
It isn’t until you can’t see him, that you walk yourself to the bathroom, lock yourself in a stall, and fall to your knees. Letting out the sobs that were scratching at the back of your throat until your shift ended.
AU: Rhysand, Azriel, and Cassian are sent to the mortal realm to hunt an animal to bring back a trophy to the Illyrians. But when they finally find an animal in the seemingly abandoned mortal realm, a young huntress steps in and takes their kill. Furious and curious, the three follow the lone huntress, the future High Lord seems a little more curious than his two friends though.
The actor who played Luke fon Fabre on the Tales of the Abyss stage play we saw on the first day of Tales of Festival (June 2nd 2017) wrote an emotional ramble about the experience on Twitter. My new friend and Tales of Festival buddy Rayna translated it, and I am reposting with permission.
Thank you to everyone who attended “Tales of the Stage—The Last Score—” at Yokohama Arena.
All of the Tales fans are probably feeling the low that comes when you leave Tales of Festival, and I’m probably going to make those feelings worse by writing this now, but please let me express my sincere thanks.
First off, the fact that we were able to make “Tales of the Abyss” into a stage play and that we were able to perform it for the 10th anniversary of the festival is all thanks to the fans who have loved the series for more than twenty years. Truly, thank you very much.
I had the honor of playing Luke Fon Fabre in the “Tales of” series’ first stage play. Right up until the day of the performance at Yokohama Arena, I continued to reexamine myself, consult with my colleagues about the things that were troubling me, and search deeper into Kouta Iwaki’s Luke. It was the most fulfilling month of my life.
Although I’m a positive person at my core, during rehearsal and even just before the actual performance, there were times when I couldn’t help but feel down. But at those times, I got warm words of encouragement from everyone at my company and the fans, and I was once again able to raise my head and do my best. Everyone’s words were…how should I say it…like “light” to me. So from now on, too, whenever times are hard, when I start to feel down again, I will look at everyone’s words and fight onward!!
Many things happened, and soon the date of the performance at Yokohama Arena arrived. From the moment I stepped on to the stage, the audience’s voice filled my ears. It was incredibly, incredibly warm. I was nervous about performing in front of thousands of people, but strangely, when I looked around the arena, I felt calm. When the light illuminated the audience, I suddenly had the realization that right there, in front of all those people, I was truly bringing Luke into existence. I will never forget the scenery I saw from the stage.
I reflected on each scene and stood with all my soul on the stage. Because this was the only performance in the arena, I thought that this must be what “putting your heart and soul into something” means. While taking in the cheering and intense gazes from the audience to my heart’s content, the arena, wrapped up in the world of Abyss, moved into the last scene. From part 2’s preview, we moved into the curtain call. Many emotions filled my heart…but until the very end, I was able to stand firm and look forward, bringing the performance to the end. I was truly, truly happy. Like it’s written on my profile, I was a railroad/station worker until 3 years ago. I was someone who stood by the ticket gates, but now I’m standing on Yokohama Arena’s stage in the leading role. Funny things like this can happen, I found myself thinking. I have nothing but thanks for my parents whom I’ve worried until now. I said, “I’ll do my best from now own, too!”
After finishing the play, I was really happy when everyone welcomed me back to the stage for the talk show, this time as Kouta Iwaki. During the talk, when Yukana-san said “Don’t overwork yourself,” I became fraught with emotion. When Chihiro Suzuki-san said “Playing Luke and Asch shaved some of the years off my life.” While thinking with awe, “Ahh, me too,” I looked at Chihiro-san’s eyes and could understand his feelings. I flashed back to everything that happened this month and became overwhelmed with emotion. When Chihiro-san gently placed his hand on my shoulder, my delight and sense of accomplishment and thanks gave me a sense of vertigo and I couldn’t do anything but bow to everyone with all my gratitude. Saying “It’s not my fault!!!” together with everyone in the arena will also become a lifetime memory for me.
As we said farewell in the lobby after the performance, many people came to meet us and said “I was moved,” “That was the best,” “Thank you, Luke,” and many other things, I thought, “My job was able to make this many people happy!” Even though it’s me who should say thank you, I was thanked by a lot of people instead. Lol.
From the next day onward, I shook my light stick as the voice actors and guests did the special skit, talk show, and concert, from beginning to end without losing the excitement. My colleagues and I were flattered as we listened to Chihiro Suzuki-san talk a lot about “Tales of the Stage” from the guest seating. We were also allowed to join them for the cast party, and I was able to greet and talk with all the famous voice actors there. I received many words of encouragement and became a little tense. I was allowed to participate in the 3 day festival…and on the second and third day had the privilege of interacting with everyone at the early ticket sales booth, but I’m grateful that Tokyo and Osaka’s performances on both days sold out. I think those who lined up but were unable to buy a ticket should be able to get an eticket. During the line-up festival, I was able to talk with a lot of people and they were happy with my abs. Laughing and talking with everyone was true happiness. The amount of fans lining up at the booth exceeded my imagination and I couldn’t help but stare. Even though I thought that I would be there with a smile, I was a little moved. I’m thankful to everyone surrounding the “Tales of” series and will do my best to exceed everyone’s expectations in the next performance. I’m looking forward to seeing everyone in Tokyo and Osaka. Please continue to support Tales of the Stage from now on, too!
Lunchtime Drabble: See Me (20/20) Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1137 Series Warnings: Some swearing, mention of death, a few injuries. Series Masterlist so you can catch up! A/N: Thank you all so much for taking this journey with me! I have loved writing this series and I’m sorry to see it end! Thanks for sticking with me through all the twists and turns!
Medbay. Again. Leonard brought you to his office and sat you down on the small couch. He disappeared for a moment and returned pressing a warm cup of something into your hands and the tricorder began talking to him as he scanned you. So this is what shock felt like… nothing. You eyes slowly lifted to look at him but you didn’t really see him. You felt detached, almost as if you were floating outside your own body. Leonard was speaking to you, but it was just muffled noise, not penetrating to your consciousness. He turned his head and said something to your right. A blanket wrapped around your shoulders and the cup was removed from your stiff hands. Leonard tucked the blanket around you and gently made you lay down on the couch. A hiss and sting at your neck. Darkness….
To Star1, who have always loved and support us. Hello, this is SISTAR’s leader Hyorin. It’s already been seven years since SISTAR debuted. The time I have spent with my fellow members and Star1 as SISTAR’s Hyorin have been like a dream, so precious that I wouldn’t change them for the world. We will now be going our separate ways to start a new chapter in our lives. I want to sincerely thank Star1 for teaching us how much of a joy and blessing it is to sing for someone, to perform on stage for someone, to be loved by someone, and to love that person back. Putting our regrets behind us, we hope to support each other’s dreams and do our best to grow and be better as individuals. I love my fellow members and Star1 and you will forever be in my heart. You’ve given me more love than I deserve and given me strength, even though I am lacking in may ways. I want to thank you with all my heart. I love you…”
2nd letter - Soyou:
It’s already been seven years. The happy moments and difficult times have been more happy and less difficult because I always had my fellow members and Star1 by my side. Looking back on our time with our fans, I feel bad and regretful because I feel like I never did enough. No matter what I do in the future, I will never forget how I feel about my fellow members and fans. I love you… I’m sorry… and I’m grateful. I’ll be back with good music. Till the very end, let’s all remember to be happy.
3rd letter - Dasom:
There are so many things I want to say to you guys, but I feel agonized and cautious about what I should say first. It’s been seven years since we debuted under the name SISTAR. I want to thank you for always supporting and loving us.
I believe that we’ve been able to end this seven-year journey, which would have been a little rough otherwise, on a happy note thanks to our connection with you. We have made the tough decision to end our activities as SISTAR with this upcoming album and walk our individual paths. We hope to continue to repay our fans for the overflowing love you have given us as SISTAR through our individual activities. We will work hard to connect with you more. Please support us. Thank you.
4th letter - Bora:
Star1, hello. It’s SISTAR’s Bora. Every year, I tell our fans to be happy, and I wonder if the past seven years have been happy and fun for you. The times I’ve spent with the other members of SISTAR and Star1 have been so precious and happy. I feel like my hard work never fully expressed how I feel about our fans, and the feeling of regret I have for not doing better during our time as SISTAR continues to grow. When you told me that seeing me bright and happy gave you strength, I worked even harder to be more energetic. I will continue to do so in the future.
So many memories are flashing through my head as I write this. We’ve decided to support each other on our individual paths. However, this won’t be the last time you see us, and I will work hard to be the best that I can be as Yoon Bora. To our Star1, who have loved SISTAR and have loved Bora, thank you for always being by our side. I was happy. Let’s keep being happy. I love you.
What if Zachariah didn’t send Dean to the future because he succeeded in killing Lucifer in 2014? And what if the night before the final showdown was your last chance to set the record straight about how you really felt about Cas? One night with the ex-angel changes your whole world.
Pairing: Endverse!Cas x Reader
WARNING: ANGST (angsty fluff), strong language, drug and alcohol abuse, sexual situations and references to smut. And last but not least, CHARACTER DEATH
Word Count: 7,477
So, @splendidcas came up with the idea of sitting around with Endverse!Cas, and what it would be like to just talk as you both enjoyed the effects of illegal substances. From there I hijacked her cute little intro and drove it straight into hell with an angsty story line that was befitting the Endverse theme. She then very graciously let me use the idea. So, I proceeded to write the fic with the full intention of making her fluffy self cry.
And as for @webcricket, she is a darling in the world of fluff and, since she pointed out that her ultimate goal is to crack the frozen shell of my angsty little heart, I have decided to keep her in mind while writing this fic. Enjoy, little Cricket.
Cas chuckled as he stared up at the cabin
ceiling through the haze in his eyes. The light trails of smoke had drifted
away to curl and stretch across the length of the room. You laid there
together, swimming in a dizzying blanket of drugs and alcohol, reliving the
glory days as you both tried to escape the weight of the imminent sunrise.
You’d just got done putting your triplet
toddlers to bed. You planned on grabbing yourself a glass of white
wine, your new book, and settling in for a night of reading and relaxation. You
snuggled in bed, took a sip of your chardonnay, and opened your book, when your
desktop started whining at you. A Skype call was coming in.
“Seriously?!” you complained, and set
aside your items symbolizing your relaxing evening on your nightstand and went
over to answer it. It was Jensen, your husband. And suddenly your annoyance melted
into bliss. “Hey babe! Didn’t expect a call from you.”
“Hey Y/N/N. I know you’re probably about
to relax but the guys and I wanted to say hi.”
Suddenly, Jared and Misha slid into view
of the camera. They both had goofy looks on their faces as they were mocking
everything Jensen said.
“Hey boys.” You said with a giggle.
Jensen looked behind them and then rolled his eyes in annoyance.
“Ignore them. They missed Dean’s actual favorite
angel.” Jensen joked. And that brought back memories to when you were an
actress on the show, playing an angel who betrayed Castiel and fell in love
with Dean. Like Jared and Genevieve, Jensen fell head over heels in love with
you and eventually married you. Also like Gen, who ended up being your best
friend (unlike your character counterparts who hated each other) you gave your husband
3 beautiful children and decided to give up acting to stay in Austin and raise
“Of course we do. Miss you gorgeous!”
Jared blew kisses to the screen. You giggled more. Misha also blew kisses to
the screen. Then you saw all three of them shaping their hands into hearts and
showing you their love. Jensen took his hand heart and put it over his own,
making the motions to make it look like it was beating.
“I miss you guys too.” You said, you blew
them a kiss back, and formed your own hands into a heart, placing it over the
center of your chest. “I love you baby.”
It was the night of the “Winter
Ball,” a dance your school always held, and one you never attended. You were
always content to just sit in the library working or playing games with
everyone else who didn’t belong there. But this year was different. It was your
senior year, last chance for winter memories. Or at least that’s what your best
friends sister Angelica decided. It wasn’t until this year that you made
friends with Eliza, of the school-famous Schuyler Sisters. You always thought
she was uptight, but it only took minutes of talking to realize she was the
sweetest person you’ve ever met.
“(Y/N) come on, we’ll be late!
Stop staring at yourself and get out here.” You gave yourself one last look in
the mirror. You wore a (Y/F/C) knee-length dress, hair in loose curls around
your shoulders. The only thing you wouldn’t let Angelica touch was your face.
After the last disaster involving makeup, a camera, and weeks of torture on the
school Facebook page, it was deemed off-limits. You opened the door, doing a 360°
for the three sisters, Peggy jumping on you, hugging you tightly.
“Peggy, sweetheart, I can’t
breathe.” You laughed, patting her back. She let go, and you took a breath,
maybe a bit too exaggerated. The other sister hugged you as well, giggling.
“Are you ready to meet your date?”
Angelica wiggled her eyebrows at you, Eliza clapping excitedly.
“Of course! I trust you guys, I
think you found me an awesome date.” Just as you finished the thought, you saw
him step around the corner, deep purple suit screaming his name. You didn’t
even have to look at his face before grabbing Angelica and pulling her into
“Where the hell do you think you
are going?” Kris snarls when I try to sneak out of his embrace. We are curled
tightly around each other, I was hoping he would be a heavy sleeper but I guess
“I’m just going to the bathroom,” I
He sits up, taking me with him,
I roll out of bed and watch him
over my shoulder as I shuffle to the bathroom. I do my business before coming
back out to find him in the same position. With a big grin I eye the door,
something he obviously notices.
“What?” He questions, “I don’t hear
your stomach growling so you aren’t hungry, no one else is awake so you aren’t
in a rush to greet them, so I’m guessing your pack must be on their way.”
I nod eagerly.
“And they are bringing the rest of
your belongings today, right?”
Again I nod.
“Okay, lets go.”
I’m honestly surprised by his
compliance but I don’t complain as he walks over to his closet and pulls out a
sweater for himself and one for me before leading me toward the door. I pull on
the sweater eagerly, I feel as if I can’t run down the stairs fast enough. Kris
isn’t far behind me despite my rushing, he doesn’t look at all when I attempt
to rush out into the snow barefoot once again. His arm wrap around my waist,
lifting me off the ground despite the glare I’m giving him over my shoulder.
“You are not going to catch a cold
because of me,” He explain as he walks towards the front of the mansion. I can
do nothing but pout in his warm hold as he stops at the mat near the front
door. I watch as he scans the many pairs of shoes before grabbing a pair of
large boots. He takes me back to the living room and sets me down on one of the
couches. “These are going to be big so walk carefully but they will have to do
for now.” I smile as he gently puts the boots on me, lacing them up tight to
keep the snow from sneaking in. When he is done he gives me a nod, allowing me
to rush out of the house into the snowy field.
Just as I get out there my pack
comes running out of the forest in their human forms. I grin big at the sight
of them, my arms open wide for who ever can reach me first. Jimin tackles me to
the ground, followed by Taehyung flopping on top of us and the others not far
behind until I’m buried under all seven boys and snow. Even though I’m laughing
loudly and enjoying the carelessness I can’t ignore the intense anger coming from
the house. I quickly collect myself.
“Okay! You’ve got me pinned! Now
off before Kris hyung busts out here and murders one of you,” I pat Jimin’s
back, barely able to breath with their weight on me. One by one they get to
their feet until it’s just me laying on my back, taking deep breaths as if I’ve
never breathed before.
“Sorry Hyung,” Jimin apologizes
with his hand offered out to me, “I got excited.”
I let him pull me up, “It’s all
good kid, just got to remember that we can’t play rough anymore.”
“Fine,” He pouts cutely.
“Kookie,” I wave the youngest over,
“How are you feeling? Did he leave a mark on you at all?” As soon as he was in
reaching distance I grab the collar of his flannel and check his neck.
Thankfully I find nothing, with a breath of relief I rest my head on his
shoulder. “I was so worried he scared you!”
“Speaking of scars,” Hobi muses
playfully as his finger pulls at the collar of my sweatshirt revealing my mark.
Before I have the chance to swat his hand away Kris is there crushing Hobi’s
hand in his, the smaller whines.
“Don’t you fucking touch it,” Kris
seethes with such anger the rest of us find ourselves taking a step back. I
quickly recover and save the younger boy from the horrifying alpha who looks
ready to murder him. Slowly, I walk forward and place my hands on top of theirs
and pull them apart with little fight. Kris has his chest puffed out a stern
look on his face, obviously angry but that doesn’t stop Jin from smirking.
“Is that a bite mark I see?” The
Kris’s glare moves to him, “She is
my mate, of course I marked her!”
Jin’s smirk doesn’t falter, “I mean
“What?” Kris’s hand automatically
collapses over the small bite mark on his neck, hidden by his sweatshirt. I’m
impressed, but not surprised that Jin was able to notice it even though my
other mates did not. I grin up at Kris’s suddenly pink face, enjoying the
change of character.
“He’s my mate, damn right I did,” I
chuckle wrapping my arms around his waist.
“That’s my girl,” Jin applauds.
“Weren’t you supposed to bring her
things with you?” Kris blurts out trying to change the subject.
Jin nods, “We left it in the forest
so we wouldn’t cause an uproar but it appears we did anyway. Yoongi, can you
grab her things?”
The quiet man nods, he slowly walks
back and disappears into the forest. He appears a moment later with a backpack
on his shoulder and something in his hand that makes me grin ear to ear. Kris
is watching with wide eyes.
“What the hell is that?” He
questions pointing to my pride and joy in Yoongi’s hand.
Yoongi holds it up, “Don’t look so
dumbstruck, you are old enough to know what these are.” He suddenly tosses it
to me, I welcome it with open arms. I catch it in one hand and spin it around
once or twice for a little warm up.
“Why the hell do you have a fucking
sword?” Someone suddenly yells from the house. I look over my shoulder to see
Yixing and Minseok standing in the doorway with their jaws basically on the
“Hyung!” I yell back gleefully,
“Wanna see my prized possession?”
“This has got to be some kind of
joke,” Kris pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration.
“I don’t see what you are all
freaking out about,” I mumble staring down at the beautiful object in my hands.
It’s leather sheath has a little wear and tear from 100 years of use but that
is to be expected. The T shaped hilt was recently rewrapped in black cloth
after I wore away the last wrapping. With slow a slow flick of my thumb I pop
the hilt up a bit revealing the base of the black blade.
Kris’s nose wrinkles up, “It reeks
I nod, “No matter how many
times I clean it the smell won’t come
“Where the hell did you get that
thing?” Minseok questions as him and Yixing make their way to us.
“Jin gave it to me when I joined
“You mean that’s the blade that…”
Yixing can’t seem to get himself to finish the sentence as he eyes the blade in
“The blade that killed my parents?”
I finish for him, “Yep.”
“Mine too,” Jungkook looks at the
blade with a somber smile.
“Mine as well,” Jin runs his
fingers through his hair.
“And many others who aren’t with us
now,” I add in.
Kris scoffs, “Why the hell would
you want that thing with all those bad memoires?”
“It’s my prized possession,” I snap
back. “It’s may not carry the best memories but it’s the only thing I could
actually say was mine for all that time.”
Kris’s face softens, “I’m sorry
Love, I didn’t mean to insult you, I’m just confused on why you would keep it
after being free.”
“It’s been part of me for years, I
don’t know what I would do without it.”
“I don’t know what you plan on
doing with it here though,” Minseok pipes in, “You won’t be needing it.”
“I don’t know, if that Taemin guy
comes back I’ll be ready for him this time.”
Luhan joins us suddenly, laughing
humorlessly, “If that mutt so much as shows his face here I will slaughter him.
You don’t need to worry about him.”
“Worry? I’m looking forward to it,”
I muse, “It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to show off.”
“Too bad, we can’t spare anymore,”
Jimin pouts, “I’m itching to go around with you Hyung. You were always a great
I look to Kris with wide eyes, but
it seems he is expecting it, “There will be absolutely no fighting.”
“Kris hyung, please!”
I know this is a short chapter and
I know it isn’t very good but I got called into work today so I didn’t have as
much time as I was hoping so I will upload another chapter tomorrow night!
Please let know how you feel about this! If it isn’t good I’ll edit it more
tomorrow before adding another chapter, be honest!
whenever you feel up for it, do you mind writing some keith or lance x reader oneshots???? absolutely adore you guys!!!!
A/N:I’ll try. fluff all the way
Let Me Help You (Keith x Reader)
Since the day he was dropped out of the Garrison, Keith was building a wall between the relationship that the both of you created. It wasn’t just his attitude and disciplinary acts. It was the loss of his friend, Shiro.
You knew that they were best friends before joining the Garrison. They were close and when you show up, Shiro was the one who supported Keith to talk to you. At first glance, Keith was awkward to you. He was awkwardly cute, trying his best to talk.
You don’t want to turn down his offer when he asked you out. You remember at that memory.
“Uh, (Name).” You stopped in your tracks and turn to look at the person, the owner of the voice.
“Yes, Keith?” He was fiddling with his hands, a red hue was visible. “Do you need something?”
“Uh, y-yeah. Would you…” He looked up. Your heart was stabbed when Keith gave you an adorable look. His eyes were looking at you and his face was blushing. “W-would you like… to… to… go on a… d-d-d-date… w-with me?”
You couldn’t have the heart to turn down this offer, heck he was a great pilot in the Garrison. You nodded your head,“I would love to. Pick me up at 8pm, Saturday.”
You turn around and walk back to your quarters. Once you were out of his sight, Keith did a jump and shout, “Yes! She said yes! Wohoo!”
You silently giggled at his reaction before continue to walk back.
That was a great memory. You always tease him when the both of you are enjoying each other company.
When you arrive at the house that Keith hide, his ride was still there. You adjust your bag and dust your outfit. As you walk towards the house, you wonder about him, his wall that he was building. It was becoming taller and thicker.
You shake your head. “Don’t worry about it,” You remembered Shiro’s words. “He’s like that. If someone can break his walls, its you, (Name).”
You reached the door and knocked it a few times. “Keith, its me.” The door was unlocked. Keith opened the door like a Gentleman, letting you in. “I, uh, brought some meals for you.” You gave him the containers. He accepted it with a silent nod.
Keith waste no time but to eat it. Shiro and Keith enjoyed your cooking, in fact they were pleased when you cook some additional meal for them. “So, the energy reading,” You stared at the wall. It was covered with pictured and scribbles. “Still strong as ever.”
“…yes.” Keith replied.
You felt a hand, placing at your shoulder. You look up and saw Keith. Hurt was written all over his face. “I’m sorry for dragging you like this.” You place your hand on top of his.
“Its alright, Keith.” You reassured him. “Just, let me help you.”
Keith furrowed his brows. “How will help me? Shiro’s gone. I got kicked out. You are the only one who stays in the Garrison. There’s an energy reading and its off the charts. I don’t understand how will you help-”
You cut him off with a kiss. Keith seems to be relaxed and content. He automatically wrapped his arms around your waist. You savoured the moment. He leaned back and hugged you, close. “Thank you, (Name).”
You smiled at his hug. “Your welcome.” You slowly leaned back so that you could gaze him and his face. “You need to calm down, Keith. You just need a little help.”
Keith sighed. “What will I ever do without you…”
“No food?” You giggled.
Keith chuckled. “Maybe,” He planted a kiss onto your temple. “Without you, you have help me.”
“Remember that day when you ask me out?” You change the subject. Keith groaned. “You were adorable, getting all red.”
“(Name), please…” Keith remembered it. He wanted to stop you but he couldn’t help to admire you. How lucky he was, to get a girl that supports and stay with him.
“Remember the date? You were dressed as a handsome young man,” (Name) added. “The way you look to the other man-”
“Alright, alright. I get it, (Name).” Keith gave you another kiss. “I have a meal to finished.” He released you from the hug and sat down on the couch.
“Then, I shall help you with the readings you found.” Keith gave you a smile.
It was days like this, where the both of you help each other. Technically, it was Keith who need it. All he needs is you, some hugs and some kisses along the way.
You and Joe were out late one night- later than planned and not in the best part of town. You had gone out to a bar and were walking home. You forgot that the walk went through a particularly sketchy area of town. But you didn’t worry; you were with Joe.
The two of you walked hand in hand down the street chatting about random things. You had been with Joe for a few years now and spending time with him never got old. You hadn’t even noticed that you walked past a dark alley that several people were standing in. “Hey, is that (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?”
You and Joe both stopped in your tracks when someone hiding out in the shadows called your name. You looked as the person stepped into the light and saw a boy from your old high school. “Hey James,” you said casually, scratching the back of your neck. You were extremely aware of his bloodshot eyes and the way he smelled of both marijuana and vodka.
“Shit, it’s been so long,” he said, throwing an arm over your should and pulling you in for an awkward side hug. You could see Joe tense at your side.
“Yeah, uh, how’ve you been?” you asked, stepping back closer to Joe’s side.
“Oh, we’re great,” he said. “Hey, Trevor, Vicky, look who it is!”
The two other people who were in the alley stepped out of the dark and approached the rest of you with smiles. Trevor and Vicky also graduated high school with you. They greeted you as enthusiastically as they could whilst being stoned out of their minds. “Who’s this guy?” Trevor asked with a grin, nodding his head at Joe who was still glued to your side.
“Oh, this is my boyfriend, Joe,” you told them.
“Hope he’s treating you right,” Trevor added with a laugh. “Aye, she’s great in bed, isn’t she?” Joe clenched his jaw even tighter and you physically grabbed his arm so he wouldn’t take a swing at Trevor.
After that, the two of you didn’t stick around for very long. You and Joe finally managed to walk away from the group and head back in the direction of your flat. Joe was quiet for most of the walk and you couldn’t help the nerves you were feeling about the situation that was sure to come. As soon as you walked into your flat, you sighed. “Okay, I’ll tell you before you ask,” you said. You and Joe crossed into your bedroom and both began changing into pajamas. “When I was in high school I messed with the wrong crowds. Got drunk and smoked weed probably twice a week, even did the harder stuff if we had access to it. It was me, Vicky, Trevor, and James- and yes, me and Trevor dated for a while. But once we graduated I wanted to move on and do something with my life and they just wanted to keep doing drugs and all that shit. So I went my way and they went there’s.”
Joe was quiet and you looked at him hesitantly. You were both sitting on the bed with your legs crossed. Your hand was absentmindedly twirling strands of your hair around your finger. “I don’t do any of it anymore,” you told him. “I’ve not had a sip of alcohol since then. That’s why I don’t drink when we go out or anything. You’ve got to believe that I’m not like that anymore.”
“No, no I know,” Joe said quickly, grabbing your hands in his. “I know you’re not.”
“You must think I’m horrible,” you said, casting your head down in shame.
“Never,” he said quickly. “In fact I think you’re incredible. You took the initiative to get yourself out of that. Clearly you’ve come a long way.”
You nodded, still not looking up at Joe. “We were bad kids,” you said quietly. “I think James and Trevor have both been in jail like twice. We destructed property and broke into the school just to fuck shit up. I regret all of it so much it makes me just hate myself to think about it.”
“But that’s not you anymore,” he reminded you. “You’ve changed. You’re such a good person. Your past doesn’t define you. You know that.”
“I know,” you nodded. “I just wish I could forget about it altogether. I wish I could erase the past and all the memories.”
Joe opened his arms up to you and held you close to his body as he leaned back against the headboard. “I quite like the person you are now,” Joe told you, his thumb rubbing against your arm. “I don’t care who you were in the past because I know you now, and I like you now, and I know you’re only gonna keep getting better. I know you regret all your past mistakes but you have to realize that they’re a part of who you are. Your past doesn’t define you, but it does pave the way to where you are. If you had made other decisions, your life could’ve brought you somewhere else, and then I never would’ve met you.” Joe pressed his lips to the top of your head and you smiled. “And I’m quite happy with all of this.”
“Me too,” you said quietly. You looked up at Joe who just gave you a smile and pressed his lips to yours.
“I love you,” he said, brushing some hair away from your face.
“I love you too,” you paused, then said, “So what were you like as a kid?”
Joe laughed, “I was such a goody too shoes.”
“No!” you gasped teasingly, throwing your hand over your heart.
“I swear!” he laughed back. “I never skipped a day of school in my life.”
“Well that’s quite boring now isn’t it,” you said.
“Boring?” he said back with a scoff.
“Yeah, boring!” you repeated. “Drunk or not, some of the best memories made are on days when you skip with your friends! You never even, like, left halfway through the day to go see a film? Or leave to go to your girlfriend’s house to make out when her parent’s weren’t home?”
“No!” Joe laughed. “What if I missed something important!”
“Oh come on,” you said. “Wow, I’m dating an actual loser.”
“I resent that!” Joe said defensively. “I was not a loser! I just enjoyed school.”
“See, and that means you’re a loser,” you teased.
“You’re an absolute brat,” Joe huffed, leaning away from you. You smiled and crawled on top of him, straddling his waist with your legs. You kissed his neck gently, easing your way up his jaw.
“Sorry,” you said, your lips now hovering over his. “I just love teasing you.” You leaned forward a little more but only pressed your lips to his cheek. “Forgive me?”
Joe grinned, “How can I not when you’re this sexy?”
You smiled and kissed Joe. While the kiss lasted a long time, you eventually crawled off of him and cuddled into his side again. The two of you talked until you both fell asleep, and the whole time you couldn’t stop thinking about how lucky you were to have someone who cared only about your present and your future.