Together Forever

STRANGERS FROM HELL

Seo Moon-jo:

You're My Salvation: just a little one-shot of Moon-jo and his sadomasochism. It's kinda fluffy, but also really yandere-ish!

(Romance/Slight Angst/Yandere)

Atonement: Finding out what Moon-jo really does for a living.

(Romance/Yandere)

Overcompensate: Moon-Jo develops a sudden infatuation with Jongwoo's girlfriend.

(Romance/Yandere)

Check out my friend's page, please! He's a new writer and a talented one at that!

Thank you Panko Shrimps!!

💛🦐

A Valiant End

The armored man slumped down, resting his back against the stone slab, he took off his helmet and wiped sweat off his brow. “I just need some rest,” he sighed, his side stung with dreadful pain. 

“It looks like you deserve it,” a man emerged from the treeline gesturing towards the bodies strewn about the area, “that was quite the battle.” The man was dressed in a well tailored black doublet, there were no fancy embroideries, but it was fine nonetheless. 

“I tried my best,” the knight chuckled lightly, “they were tougher than I thought.” The knight was still sweating, it wasn’t hot today, he shouldn’t be sweating. The man in black approached the hunched over knight. His black hair was short and slicked back, he stroked his well trimmed goatee. “My name is Evander,” the knight said with a quiver in his voice, “and who might you be?”

“I go by many names,” the man in black said with a strange calm, “but you may call me Dáinn if it please you.” 

“Odd name I must say my friend,” Evander said, “but who am I to judge.” Evander sat up and winced, that dreadful pain in his side grew. Dáinn stepped closer toward the exhausted knight, and for a second his image appeared to shift. Evander’s eyes widened as Dáinn briefly became a hooded thing in a large robe, he flickered back to the well kept man in black. I’m just seeing things, Evander thought, my brain playing tricks on me is all. Evander tried to rise, but the pain in his side caused him to cry out and slink back down. The knight looked down at his side and noticed the blotch of red growing under his chainmail. He placed his hand over that patch and held it there. “What are you doing out here friend,” Evander said shakily, “It’s not safe.”

“I am in no danger brave knight,” Dáinn said calmly, “you made sure of that.” The man in black was now standing next to Evander, he was tall, much taller than he had appeared. Dáinn let out a large sigh, Evander couldn’t tell what emotion the sigh carried, he was too focused on the wound he was grasping. “Does it hurt Evander,” Dáinn asked regretfully, “I am so sorry, I have no influence over the end.”

Evander looked up at the strange man, he was no longer the well kept man in black. Dáinn had become a tall man in a black hooded robe, in his hand was a large scythe, a tool made for reaping. Evander’s eyes widened as he grasped the severity of his situation, “You’re….”

“Yes, Evander.”

“So you mean I am…”

“Yes Evander,” the reaper said patiently. A chilling silence fell over the knight and the reaper, hours seemed to pass by.

“Well,” Evander said playfully, “I don’t suppose there is anything I can offer you to spare me?” 

“No no,” the reaper said with a dry tone, “as I said before, I have no influence over the end. I simply come to observe and collect.”

“Well,” Evander chuckled, “I always japed how death and I were close friends.” Evander winced once again, a sly smile crawled across his face.

“Ay Evander,” the reaper smiled as warmly as death could, “I would say we are friends.”

“May I ask you something, reaper?”

“Of course Evander.”

“Did I lead a good life? Was I a good man?” Tears began to well in the wounded knight's eyes. He had reached his end, he might as well get some answers. 

“That is not such an easy question my friend,” the reaper said introspectively, his image still flickering between the reaper and Dáinn.

“It depends on what you consider a good life. It depends on what you consider a good man,” the reaper paused and sighed, “I have been around for a very long time my friend. I have ferried many men, women, and sadly, children, across to the other side. I have seen great men rise and fall like the tide, and I have seen wicked men thrive and prosper. For many centuries, even I did not know how to measure the worth of one's life, but eventually I found a way that pleased me, and eased the minds of others.”

“And what was that, dear reaper,” Evander asked with great interest.

“Take you for example Evander,” the reaper said, “You have lived a long life, you have helped many people and changed many lives. If not for you, I wonder how many more souls I would have claimed this day” Evander thought about his wife, he thought about his children, a single tear rolled down his cheek as a smile spread across the knight's face.

“If not for you my friend,” the reaper said with a smile, “many would have died, and many would have suffered. You have achieved what many men desire, you lived a life of glory, and of joy. I am truly sad to have to collect you dear knight, it is not often that I feel this way. There are many that love you Evander, I hope that comes as some comfort.”

“Ay reaper,” Evander said through tears, “that is quite comforting.”

“I do not do this often Evander,” said the reaper, “but you have earned it. Is there anything you request? Any business you wish to resolve in the land of the living?”

Evander thought for a second, his mind wandered. What could he do with such a gift, he wondered. Not long after, Evander smiled, wiped a tear from his eye and had his answer.

“Could you please deliver my sword to my eldest son,” Evander said, “and please tell my wife how much I love her.  Thank her……thank her for everything.”

“Absolutely brave knight. You have earned that much at least.”

Evanders tears had stopped, his smile was ear to ear. “My dear reaper,” he said bravely, “I do believe I am ready now.” Evander looked out at the sunset one last time. After he had gotten his fill, he closed his eyes and welcomed his fate. The reaper reached down and placed his hand gently on the knight's shoulder. The last thing he thought of was how remarkably warm the touch of death truly was.

BIKE RIDES AND CIGARETTES

Brad Pitt X Reader

Biking around the city with your husband!!!!!

Just a little drabble I wrote while I find the motivation to finish my other fanfictions :)

The spokes of your bike tires made cute little noises as the cards you had stuck to them flapped in the wind. Your footing on the pedals loose as you allow yourself to fully relax and enjoy the sunrise coming up from the east overhead, creating a nice yellow/blue tone over everything you saw. It was a perfect temperature; the petrichor from the rain that morning had left a dewy feel to everything you touched and made it perfect for a light sweater and ripped jeans. Your hair blew around in soft movements as you pedaled faster down the edges of the Seine River, the cool breeze being picked up from the water made its way to your face as it gently caressed your skin. Today was perfect.

Following suit, your husband of a year and half was behind you, looking out towards the scenery and the hazy light of the sun stretched across the sky. His hair was a perfect mess and his smile was brilliant as he flashed his lovely teeth. Brad loved bike rides almost as much as he loved you; being able to participate in both loves at the same time was the best feeling in the world to him. He was also clad in dark jeans and a light beige cardigan. He looked like he was straight out of a Renaissance painting.

Continuing down the cobblestone paths and around the bridge, you push through the soft wind to try and get to the spot you and Brad often shared your coffees on a park bench. The Eiffel Tower was on full display and there was something about it that looked extra breathtaking today, although you didn't know if it was because you were genuinely very happy or if it was the weather.

"Babe!" You slowly started to stop your bike as you waited for Brad to catch up with you. Wind blowing his sweater around him, he stopped his bike next to yours and took in the sight before him. You were beautiful and he could've sworn that if he had the opportunity to, he would fall in love with you in every country the two of you traveled to. Being a bit of a movie star definitely helped him with travelling.

"What's wrong?" You asked, voice laced with a slight worry.

"Nothing, everything is absolutely perfect." Brad smiled to you and leant in slightly as he delivered that line.

"May I ask why we stopped then?"

"There's a bookstore that you missed in your hurried attempt to escape me." He smiled and went to kiss you softly on your cheek before mounting his bicycle once again and kicking the stand back.

Excitedly, you hop back on your bike and feel for the pedals, pushing the flyaway strands of hair away from your eyes and allowing a smile to adorn your features. Taking one last glance at the edge of the river, you turn towards the direction of your husband and follow him on your bike to the little corner store you happened to completely glance over.

A worn out and faded sign was placed outside the front of the store, reading the name of the shop: "The Delicate Spine- used and renewed books of all sorts." It was a hand-me-down bookstore so there was definitely some treasures to be found on it's shelves. Itching in anticipation of what you might find to add to your book collection, you chain the front of your bike to the stand out front next to Brad's and the two of you walk in.

Wooden shelves scattered in no particular order were all around the entirety of the small place, a staircase leading to the basement which presumably had more of the same visual. The walls were a light yellow with a white trim and the paint was chipped and faded. The bell sounded above your head signalling your entrance to the older man who worked at the front desk and a sudden exhilarating smell of coffee filled your nose. It was a quaint and beauteous little place; you wondered how you could've possibly missed it before.

"All hardcovers are 20% off." The man stated with a smile as he shuffled around grabbing a box of books and walking towards the back of the store. Brad looked to you and grabbed your hand, leading you immediately down the stairs to the more abandoned shelving units in hopes of finding books of odder taste. It was funny how even a place full of items people didn't want anymore had a place within it that was even more abandoned by the public eye. With your free hand, you lightly touched the chipped paint on the walls with the tips of your fingers, gliding your hand along the wall as you made your descent; noticing the way the paint turned into a flowery wallpaper. The air was significantly cooler down here, giving you the notion that you were finally underground in the basement as you took in the plethora of books and scripts in front of you.

"I'll start on the left, you on the right?" Brad asks as he makes his way to the opposite end of the room.

"Sounds perfect to me." You replied and found yourself rummaging through the spines and loose papers. The smell of the basement was so nice, the earthy scent and the ink on paper would be one that you would remember for a long time. You wished you could encapsulate it into your memory for forever, going back to this moment whenever you felt so.

While searching through the faded titles, you come across an old favorite. Pulling out the familiar art deco cover, you notice the giant coffee stain on the front of it. Snickering to yourself, you flipped through the pages of The Great Gatsby by Scott F. Fitzgerald. There were highlights and notes in the margins signifying that whomever owned the book previously certainly got their use out of it. Grinning at the familiar name Jay Gatsby, you remembered your love for his character.

Eventually, you found yourself running your fingers over more and more titles, some of which were familiar and others that went by names you'd never heard of. Amidst your gazing, your fingers brushed over Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka. However, it seemed that someone else had a similar idea and your hand grazed Brad's. Meeting his gaze, he flashed that brilliant smile once more and flipped his sunglasses above his head to push his hair back, allowing for his bright blue eyes to be on full display. Everything about him was enthralling.

"Why hello, sir. I do believe that I had my hands on Kafka first." You grinned.

"Hm...but it seems to me that you've already read this one. Therefore, I feel like I deserve the book more," He gently pulled the book off the shelf and held it out to you, "Or a pretty lady could read it to me and I'd call it a truce."

"Something like that could be arranged." You added the book to your small stack in your hands as you walked back up the stairs to pay for them. You insisted on paying for Brad's too, despite the fight he put up against you doing so.

You won, of course.

Placing your books into small paper bags, the shop owner printed out your receipt and handed you the items with a knowing glance. "You're a collector." He said with an eyebrow raise.

"Yes! How did you know?" You asked, now intrigued by what this man had to say.

He smirked. "All of them have outrageous stains and writing on the inside. My wife and I enjoy collecting the outcasts too."

You felt an admiration burning in your chest. It was nice to meet someone who also had an appreciation for things like this.

After you had finished at the desk, Brad helped to unchain the bikes. He had a determined look on his face as he busied himself with the task at hand, allowing for your leisure time to be spent searching for the cigarettes in his jacket you were wearing. You knew he always had a pack on him, yet you couldn't seem to find it anywhere in any of his pockets.

"Looking for this?" Your husband asks you, holding out his half-empty pack which he presumably took out from his back pocket.

"Why, yes actually." You go to reach for one of the cancer sticks, but he pulls it back from you.

"These things'll kill you, you know. You should really quit." He said with a teasing laugh.

"Oh yeah? And you're going to quit anytime soon?" You rebutted, knowing you were already winning this mini battle against him. Brad smoked way too much, for him to tell you to stop was complete ridiculousness.

"Fine, you got me." He pulls out a lighter and lights the end of both your stick and his, both of you deciding to take your drags while sitting outside the bookstore on the curb. Brad's cardigan was pooling below his waist now that he untucked it from his jeans, and you watched as he exhaled the smoke ever so delicately. Brad doing anything was graceful, but nothing compared to the way he smoked. The cylindrical spirals of grey coming from the edges of his mouth reaching up towards the sky and creating pretty patterns.

After a time, he sighed and looked in your direction. You were currently staring across the road, lost in your thoughts. Your face was pressed into a hard gaze as you pondered over whatever was going on in your pretty little mind; completely oblivious to your husband's staring. Brad felt his heart lurch ever so slightly as he watched you finish your cigarette and stomp on it to put out the burning embers.

"Ready to go?" You asked, motioning towards the bikes.

"Yeah."

Brad didn't say it in that moment, but he went over the reasons he married you in his head. The way you looked at him when he supposedly wasn't paying attention was one of them. He was so in love with you, he would buy you all the libraries in the world and had offered to do so. However, the little library full of misshapen and ragged books you had at home was perfect enough for the two of you.

He couldn't wait to continue these bike rides and cigarette stops all over the world.

Vampire TXT x Reader

⚠️ Warnings: slight language, talk of blood ⚠️

In which you find out you're having romantic relations with the undead.....

It's almost Halloween!!!!! 🎃

Yeonjun

Takes full advantage of the fact that he's a vampire and he dresses gothic

Black leather jackets, boots with buckles, flowy ruffled shirts

He's been around for a looooooong time

2,574 years to be exact

But not one of those years did he ever feel complete

Until he met you

He had seen you walking from a café and thought you were the prettiest human he had ever seen

Which is saying a lot because he's seen a ton of people over the years

And he'd asked you out on a date

You said yes because you kinda had a thing for goth boys and for Christ's sake he was standing outside on a sunny day with an umbrella

When you found out he was a vampire you weren't surprised to say the least

I mean, he talks in old tongues occasionally and he dresses the way he does

So one day you said "hey wouldn't it be stupidly cool if you happened to be a vampire?"

Over a couple Twilight movies and a box of chocolates, you found out that you were, in fact, dating a vampire

So naturally your first question was "Do you sparkle when your skin hits the sun?"

He rolled his eyes

"maybe"

Soobin

Soobin had always been lonesome

He felt as though he had to exile himself from society because of what he truly was

So most of his days were spent reading indoors and trying to suppress his underlying thirst for blood 🦇

His bedroom window has a perfect view of the alley below, so when you were in trouble with a couple of guys that had started to surround you, he was already on his way down to help.

These guys were surrounding you left and right saying things like "you're so pretty" or "wait till I have my way with you."

Soobin got SO FUCKIJG MAD

So he goes on a rampage and kills every last one

Until he realizes- you're still there

That's what stops him from his fury and his attention goes back to you; ready for your horrified reaction

But you seemed fine

Enthused, actually

"Holy shit, that was so cool, thanks!"

He couldn't believe his ears; did you just thank him for eating random people?

"Wanna go out for dinner sometime?'

"Sure, as long as I'm not on the menu!"

Beomgyu

He's been a vampire for what feels like 4 ever 🙄

But his luxurious hair keeps him company and his weird obsession with cheese platters

But anyways, he's always dressed to impress and keeps up to date with all the latest fashion trends

He misses the 1920's

He most definitely was a flapper

So on one day where the sun wasn't particularly too harsh, he left his dreary house in a black T-shirt and jeans

He went to go see that horror movie people were talking about

Like he'd get scared, he's seen worse over the years, right?

Wrong.

He's such a baby when it comes to that stuff, and he clung onto the nearest person who could find, as he closed his eyes and tried not to get more scared than he already was.

And that person happened to be you

"Uh hello?" You asked

And when he looked up it's like all the scary went away as he saw the most beautiful person he'd encountered

"Hey" he said, and he leaned up against the seat trying to look cool despite the popcorn in his hair and the butter slowly running down his face

"So uh are you scared of this stuff?"

"Absolutely not, I'll have you know I was in WWI"

"You look like you're twenty"

"I am"

You rubbed the butter off his face that was starting to drip into his eyes with the back of your sleeve.

"Well Mr. War veteran, wanna leave this place and get something to eat?" You offered

Gyu shot up after you

You look like a good snack

Taehyun

Tae is a new vampire, or a fledgeling as they call it

He hasn't really had his first ounce of blood yet, despite being turned last week

He knew he shouldn't have gone out with that bartender :(

But, luckily he survived

Except now he can't go into the sun

He'll burn

Which isn't the worst thing in the world, because in his eyes it's the fact that he can't TAKE CARE OF HIS OUTSIDE PLANTS

HE WAS SO EXCITED FOR HIS BALCONY TOMATOES

Even though he doesn't trust other people around his stuff, he reluctantly found someone with basic gardening skills

He just didn't expect them to be so HOT

You walked into his apartment and noticed all the windows were covered with long heavy drapes

You didn't judge though, you had posters of Harry Styles all around your room

"So where are the plants?"

"The b-balcony"

You weren't gonna lie, this kid was cute

Maybe even cuter than Harry

You got your stuff ready and started working on Tae's plants

He watched you from inside

FAR inside

He was not gonna risk you finding out about his newfound power

But he could still admire you without the possibility of him burning

But then he forgot

That's the thing about new vampires, they tend to forget easily (that's just what he told himself so he felt less bad about his short attention span)

So he offered you lemonade and walked outside

And

HELL HELL HELL HELL ETERNAL FLAME FIRE WOW HOT BAD HURT OUCH CRY SAD

Crying bleeding losing

You saw smoke literally rising off of Tae's poor little head

And your response was to throw the lemonade at him because he was quite actually on fire

He fell back inside

And he was fine, but now he smelled like lemons

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry are you okay?"

Tae just mumbled a "yeah" from the floor

Giggling, you helped him up

"I guess you could say you're pretty hot"

TAE COULDN'T BELIEVE HIS EARS

"I feel my heart burning for you"

You giggled, "Oh really? For me, huh?"

"Yes, really I'm actually on fire still"

"OH"

Hueningkai

This boy hasn't been a vampire for much longer than a year

But he loves it's perks

Flying, looking hot, super speed and super strength

Except one tiny problem

He couldn't see himself in mirrors

He always knew he was outrageously handsome

BUT HE COULDN'T SEE IT

And that really pissed him off

So he avoided all cameras and reflective surfaces to avoid suspicion

But then he met you

And you were a social media star

HE WANTED TO POST WITH YOU SO BAD BUT HE HAD TO PRETEND HE WAS TOO CAMERA SHY TO GO PUBLIC ABOUT YOUR RELATIONSHIP

Which made you kind curious but you didn't look into it too much

Until you noticed that Kai had a habit of avoiding ALL reflective surfaces

He wouldn't come into the bathroom when you were doing your makeup

He wouldn't ever be in the same room with you when you were filming videos

He wouldn't order drinks in glasses and would prefer to get the children's plastic cups with animals on them at restaurants

So you decided to conduct an experiment

You were gonna make him look in the bathroom mirror after your shower

You waited until it was a night you were both home when you took a cold shower (so that you couldn't get any steam on the mirrors)

And just when you knew it was time for Huening to be in the living room playing video games you called out to him

"KAI THERE'S A SPIDER IN THE BATHROOM"

You added in a fake sob

And sure enough your overly-protective undead boyfriend stood above you with a shoe in his hand

Right in front of the mirror

Except

He wasn't in it

"Kai? Uh babe?"

"Yeah?"

"Why are you invisible?"

"AH" he screamed and jumped into the shower curtain, knocking the whole thing down as well as all the shampoo bottles and soap

"LOOK AWAY LOOK AWAY" he cried from the tub

"Babe, what's going on?"

His feet rose up from the tub

"I'm a vampire"

"But you still eat pineapple pizza?"

"I CAN STILL EAT THINGS OTHER THAN HUMAN FLESH"

STRANGER THINGS

Headcannon #1: How you, Eddie, Steve, and Billy met.

(Romance/Fluff)

Steve Harrington:

They Don't Deserve You: being stood up by your date to prom only allowed for the best night of your life.....with someone else, of course.

(Romance/Fluff/Slight Angst)

Firecrackers: You're in the position of Billy in Season three episode eight. Good luck reading this one 💛

(Romance/Angst, angst, and more angst)

Ever So Slightly: The two of you think back to a time when everything was better...ever so slightly.

(Romance/Very slight angst)

Eddie Munson:

Sorry I'm Late, Sweetheart: The best performance in the entire world, probably. This one and the next, that is.

(Romance/Fluff/Slight Angst/Slight Crack)

Steve and Eddie:

Peanut Butter Death Wish: You explore the Upside Down with Robin, Nancy, and two idiots who simultaneously have a crush on you.

(Romance/Fluff/Crack)

Dusty Bun and the Vomit Ploy: Trying to sneak out of school is no easy feat but it sure as hell is a fun one.

(Romance/Fluff/Crack)

Steve X Eddie:

Glimpse Of Us: Steve visits Eddie's grave and tells him all about the world above.

(Romance/Fluff/Angst)

Let Me In: Eddie's bike ride meant so much more than just a trip to see the infamous Steve Harrington.

(Romance/Fluff/Slight Angst)

Billy Hargrove:

It's Okay to Not be Okay: You open up to your boyfriend about something you've been struggling with.

Trigger warning for this one^^

(Romance/Fluff/Slight Angst)

Steve and Billy:

Got Something of Mine, Harrington?: Billy and Steve fight for your love in a choose-your-own-adventure type style.

(Romance/Angst/Slight nsfw themes)

💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

Shoot your shot babe

Promise pt.2

PAUL ATREIDES X READER

You were to remain on Arrakis to aid in destroying the Atreides family: a Bene Gesserit trained assassin working for the Harkonnen House. It shouldn't have been hard to kill The Duke Leto's son with your Crysknife, however, love can be messier than blood.

The summery orange sky cast long shadows against the wooden floor, the sun illuminating the sands and everything within the castle as it set across the Arrakis sky. It was warm and comforting, but a reminder of the scorching heat of the outside. Looking out to the distance from the corridor window, one could see the crevices left by the sandworms in their wake; the earth caving in where they had dug through.

Walking Paul through what was once the Harkonnen House, you noticed things about the place that you hadn't before now that you had time to walk around for yourself. For instance, the way the stained glass windows of the downstairs cathedral style rooms created patterns against the ceilings and made everything a rainbow color. Or the way your shoes made noises against the freshly polished wood of certain areas within the home whereas they didn't on the smooth stone. There was a slight breeze that filled the hallways and flew strands of Paul's hair out of his eyes and all around his face. His eyes were a piercing grey-blue with an intensity in them today that you haven't seen in a while. His chiseled features were set in a frown as he glanced about the hallway, looking in any direction other than the one you were in. It was irritating.

"Something on your mind, sir?" You asked the tall boy next to you, awaiting a response.

"I thought I mentioned that we could drop the formalities between us?" He said in a short and curt tone. What was with him today? What had put him in such an agitated mood since leaving the dining hall?

"Forgive me Paul." You said obviously starting to get firey with every word that managed to escape your lips. Why is he being such a..... What did he call it the other day again? Bitchass?

He let out a puff of air and the expression on his face calmed a little. "I apologize for the abruptness, I just came back from an interesting conversation with my father."

His father! You hadn't caught a glimpse of him since the Atreides family had moved in. Always busying himself with the plans to harvest the spice and to keep the Fremens at bay, he was almost invisible.

It was getting harder and harder to accomplish your mission.

"Your father..?" You asked, leaving the conversation open for him to add his own input. If he could give any clues as to where he was or something in regards to strategies the Duke Leto shared with him in private, you might just be able to carry through with the attack before anyone got suspicious.

He pushed a few strands of hair out of his eyes and stopped dead center of the hallway, giving you a clear notion that he wanted you to pause your tour. His fingers twitched at his side and his anxiousness was evident, even through the facade he put on in front of you. You wondered why he would be carefree and heartfelt one moment and then tense and stoic the next. Was he struggling with his duty of becoming heir to the throne? Had his father mentioned something so troubling that things had gone haywire?

"I found a Hunter-Seeker today. It was in my room this morning."

The air around you suddenly felt cold. The comfort of the sunlight was no longer within the corridor as a chill ran down your spine. That wasn't a part of the plan.

"A-a Hunter-Seeker? Are you sure?"

"I'm pretty sure since I was almost killed." He said with a matter-of-fact tone. So this is what was stressing him.

"Did you contact anyone outside of your intermediate family? Did you talk to the guards? What did Hawat have to say about the ordeal? Is your mother-"

"Ataraxia." He held you down in place sensing your worry. Something about the way he held his palms against your shoulders calmed you down. It was a comforting touch but it could also be deadly if anyone is to see the two of you like this. You are, after all, just supposed to be a servant.

He paused a moment before you looked up at him with fury in your eyes. This isn't how things were supposed to go. You weren't told of there being another assassination attempt for the Atreides family since this was supposed to be your reconciliation with the Harkonnens. This was your ultimate approval of trust.

Maybe you were taking too long.

"Ataraxia? Why do you look angrier than me? I was the one who almost died." He pondered aloud.

Your hand went to caress the hilt of your Crysknife within your pocket to calm yourself. You were letting too much information slip through the cracks by allowing yourself to be upset over this. Paul was right.

"Forgive me. I lost my sense of place."

"It's quite alright. There's no harm in delving into one's own thoughts." He smiled with a pained expression and made a movement to carry on towards the end of the hall. You followed suit.

⏳⏳⏳

You pushed your face down into your pillow that night with an angry scowl and a menacing gaze. This was uncalled for. There was no one within the Harkonnen House that would be fit enough for your position; how could your uncle exile you to your home planet and force you to do his bidding without keeping promise of his reward? It made no sense as you were favored over Feyd-Rautha.

You turn over and stare at the ceiling above you. The maids quarters didn't have the skylight that your old room did; a place where you often found solace. It was impossible trying to sleep in the dingy and unkept room that you were expected to and instead you decided that you were angry enough to break the rules and be less cautious.

You were going to sneak back to your old room tonight.

The Atreides family hadn't used it yet to your knowledge. They had busied themselves with the other floors, being quick to set up offices and bedrooms and not having the time for much else. Hawat chose his own room and his training room on the far side of the House which left the upstairs basically uncharted. You would have to be quick throughout the halls as to not be seen, but once you had made it to the skylight room atop the roof, you would be fine for the night.

Slipping past the other sleeping maids, you made your way to the hall and slipped out the door. The night sky shone in through the many windows of the ancient building; the Arrakian moons almost as luminous as the sun. This moonlight allowed you to see as you slipped through the shadows and made your way to the staircase across from the Dining Hall. Being cautious of each step, you silently compiled yourself and your anxieties with sneaking out as you found the room with the only silver handle in the house. It had to be pushed inwards, not turned. You took a deep breath and allowed yourself to enter.

The skylight was the same as you remembered and as you'd figured, there was not a box in sight. The glass dome showed the stars and the moons of your beloved planet and the galaxies far beyond which were sure to be home to many other living creatures out there. You wondered what the extraterrestrials would be like and you shivered at the thought. Slimy and green you muttered to yourself and you laid on the floor, tilting your vision up to the sky.

"Slimy and green?"

You jolted backwards upon hearing another voice within the room. Twisting your body at a weird angle, you instinctively grab at the knife in it's holster and prepare yourself for a battle.

His brown hair was all curled in awkward places; a difference than it's usual contempt state. His lounge wear hugged his body in ways that were meant to provide utmost comfort, but it was clear that the set was too big for him. His eyes shone through the dark with their familiar friendly yet motivated gaze.

"Paul," you said, lowering your guard, "you scared me."

"My apologies, I promise you that it wasn't my intention." He smiled and positioned himself to lay next to you.

"What brings you up here? I figured everyone would be asleep." You asked. It was slightly annoying having to see him everywhere and never having any time to yourself. You always had to put up a front so that you would be able to carry out your duty in the end. It gets exhausting after a while.

"Should I be asking you the same thing?" He grins again and for a split second you could've sworn that he had made a suggestive look downwards. Just as quickly as his gaze was on you, it was back to the stars ahead and his eyes shone with the luminosity of it all.

"Right. I just- found this place the other day. Thought it would look cooler if I went to see it when the sun wasn't up." You lied straight to his face for what seemed like the millionth time that day. How many more lies would you have to tell?

"I come up here occasionally to watch the stars." He said, patting the space next to him to motion you towards the spot you were originally sitting in.

You calmed down and lowered yourself towards the ground next to the boy you were meant to kill. It felt odd knowing that you were playing a nice conversation with someone who would be bloody by your hands within the next couple of days if you played your cards right. You thought about carrying his beautiful head severed from his petite frame to Vladimir and receiving your reward for pleasing him. You thought about the way he would look next to both Jessica and Leto in the horrible graves of the bodies your uncle dumped when he was done profiting off of their murders. You thought about the smell of his ashes as he burned within the ground and joined the night sky that he looked at now.

And Paul thought of you. He'd hate to admit it, but you had taken over his mind lately. Fierce and opinionated, you were a force to be reckoned with. He hadn't met anyone his age nearly as interesting as they had all been too busy with that cursed Bene-Gesserit crap that he'd been forced to learn at such a young age. You were different.

And while you thought of his blood he thought of your lips. The way they would taste against his own and if you'd even like that. He thought of the way you outshone the stars and your intelligence of the cruelties of the world. Two kids forced to grow up too fast. He felt his chest make crazy palpitations; only something that happened when he was around the erratic Ataraxia. The mysterious girl who shrouded herself in the only darkness this planet had to offer. For once, Paul was thankful they had left Caladan.

You looked so beautiful with your hair sprawled out around you and your face tilted towards the glass above. The light brought out the angles of your face so that Paul could see you in a different way; he was used to seeing your skin kissed with the orange glow of the sun and now he could see the same you but with the silver of the moon. Paul wondered if the Fremen's spice dreams were of things just as beautiful.

The timing was almost so perfect you could feel it on your tongue. One hand on your knife, your mind ran crazy with the thoughts of finally being able to kill him. With a quick stab under the ribcage, he would be gone in moments. It would be too difficult of a wound to heal medically, and while he was gasping for air you could slit his throat. He was leaning into you and you were leaning into him. Two strikes would be all it took.

The timing was almost so perfect Paul could feel it on his tongue. One hand inching closer to yours, his mind ran crazy with the thoughts of finally being able to kiss you after thinking about it for so long. With a quick shift to his side, he could execute it fast and meaningfully as he hoped you would feel the same passion as him. It would be difficult to convince his parents to let you be with him and he knew he could be facing a lifetime of troubles if he really decided to be with you. There was just something so alluring about it that he couldn't help himself. You were leaning into him and he was leaning into you. One kiss would be all it took for him to know the truth. Was he in love?

One of you with the intent to kill and the other with the intent to love. Either way, it was a dance with death and the game the two of you were playing was dangerous.

Who's heart was going to break first?

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(AN: Part Three coming soon!!! This was a short chapter, but I've been busy with a lot of things and haven't had as much time to write. I didn't want to keep you guys waiting for the second part!! Thank you for reading 💛🦐)

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My heart hurts from loving Johnny so much

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is this what falling in love feels like

Announcement for my Lovely Panko Shrimps!

TOMORROW. 10:00am. BULLET TRAIN FANFICTION. PART ONE.

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OMG wait this is so cute thank you for tagging me!

Last movie I watched: The Neverending Story but specifically the second one because my boyfriend needs noise to sleep and that's the disc we had.

Last book I read: Call Me By Your Name. I was going through another wave of Timothée Chalamet adoration and I thought that it would be cool to finally read the book!

Last song I listened to: 21 C/Delta by Jack Harlow 😭 he's my guilty pleasure artist definitely.

Currently watching: Nothing. I don't usually have the time to sit through TV shows but every now and then I complete one. I was excited for the second season of Alice in Borderland, but I wasn't too pleased with the outcome of season two :(

Currently eating: Pickles and ranch, the best food combo ever on my opinion.

Currently craving: Pickles and ranch which makes sense because I'm eating them.

This was fun! Thanks again for tagging me!

I'm tagging:

@andrewgarfield2022 @blu-ray-ok @leggomylino

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tag 9 people you wanna get to know more!

i can't believe that 3 ppl (who i also really wanted to know about and was so interested in reading their takes on this tag) tagged me, i am shocked XDD

thank you so much @thedudewithfivenames , @wantsword , @norttinson <333

ok here we go

three ships: Soapshipping + Narrator/Marla, AngelRicky

favorite ship ever: probably AmberPrice from Life is Strange :")

last song: skeletons by snake eyes

last movie: can't remember 😭 probably was rewatching fight club (for the plot of course)

currently reading: american psycho!

currently watching: you on netflix. great show, s1 joe won my heart

currently consuming: nothing but i plan on making morning coffee lol

currently craving: some flaming hot chips rrrrrrrr need those like right in this moment

feel free to ignore! i'm tagging @shynarrator , @hobisfavoritespritecan , @blondedmuse , @narraticn aaaand i think that will be all since i'm kinda scared to bother people x))