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Reader who couldn’t care less because at-least this means they get to make someone happy. Even if it’s just for a quick fuck, or a couple kisses, or a hot meal. They’re needed, finally fucking needed and that’s more than they ever thought they’d get.

The hall of officials and other royalty seemed fake and out of place. The way they smiled too much, the way they stared at me. How could they not see it? How could they not see the fear in my eyes or the way my mouth whispered no over and over again? Could they not see him standing right in front of me?

“Pay attention!” Adalee hissed, nudging my arm with her elbow.

He was standing right there. His shoulder very obviously out of it’s socket, the bloody cut under his left eye, and the way his clothes fit him too loosely. Did she not see him either?

It was supposed to be me. I should have taken his place that day in the casket. I should be the one buried six feet under beside our father. He was the favorite son, the favorite prince. He was supposed to become king. He was supposed to be the best king of the century, according to the villagers. But it all ended too soon. He was only sixteen. He didn’t deserve this.

I imagined what it felt like to be him in those last few moments. The searing pain he must have felt when the blade slid through his stomach. The way his knees buckled and a single tear slipped from his eye. What was he thinking? Was he afraid? I couldn’t help but to wonder.

Pt 1

Holy shit thank you all so much for the love on my last Drabble, didn’t expect that at all but I’m glad it was well isreceived :) here’s some more. Sorry it’s been actual months still new to this whole posting my writing thing.

Content - Reader is shorter than Johnny(sorry my tall queens), reader is referred to as “girl” “lass” etc. and implied to be fem, gender neutral pronouns used for reader.

This will be a quick and short series - This first one’s rly short 

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There Johnny was again, he promised himself he wouldn’t be back working for Shepard, not after last summer. Not after he risked his fucking life for those sheep, only to get his pay cut by a month. But here he was in front of that rusty excuse of an office again. Because money was tight - when wasn’t it? - and his sisters could barely support his poor ma alone. 

His name was Simon Riley - at least that’s the name he gave Shepard when Johnny walked into the trailer - but in the Rodeo world they knew him as Ghost. Like the bulls didn’t even know he was there. Johnny recognized him instantly. What the fuck was he doing here? He couldn’t be low enough on cash that he’d need to be here of all places?

Regardless, it seemed they’d be working together. Shepard gave them the spiel, one stays back and cooks, one stays on the mountain, with the sheep. Only at camp for meals, downright illegal. But you couldn’t unionize with two people. ‘specially two desperate people. 

As they exit the trailer Johnny holds his hand out. 

“Johnny MacTavish.” He says as the trailer door shuts and he gets a firm hold on Simon’s hand. 

They shake as Johnny raises his brow, waiting for a response. When he doesn’t get one he squeezes Simon’s hand harder and waits for one. 

“Simon” He grunts, hoping that’ll be enough for Johnny. It’s not. 

“Y’parents stop at Simon?” He smirks. 

“Riley.” He states promptly, never once looking Johnny in the eyes. 

“Well Simon Riley I’ll see you up that mountain.” Johnny smiles waiting for a response before turning.

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Author's Note: Hello! This is one of my first bits of writing I'm confident enough to post. There is a kpop boy in this (V/Kim Taehyung from BTS) but I hope you enjoy it even if you aren't a kpop fan. As for the warning I mentioned above, I really hope that those of you struggling with any of those things will get better. Just stay strong! 💜💜💜💜

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Shaking, crying, numbness.

That's all you felt. You decided it was the last thing you would feel. You had given up hope completely, discarding every thought that he'd come and save you. You accepted it was your last moments.

You were suddenly flooded with regrets, things you wished you would have said or done. You wished you would have told him how much you loved him at every chance you'd gotten. You wished you would have kissed him goodbye this morning before you found yourself here.

You just couldn't do it anymore. You needed to feel something--anything.

Taehyung knew you were depressed and he did his best to be there for you, but his busy schedule didn't always agree. He told you he'd cuddle you when he got home, but you just couldn't wait that long. You tried not to be clingy and needy but your depression always got the better of you. Eventually, it just turned to you lying to him.

He always sent you cute texts throughout the day, asking how you were and what you wanted for dinner, even plans for the weekend. But all your sweet replies were lies. And the worst part was that Taehyung had no idea.

He thought you were getting better. He thought he'd come home every day to find you humming in the kitchen, dinner almost finished. He thought he'd get to hug you all night long for the rest of his life. You were the one he wanted--the only one he wanted. He thought you'd grow old together and have beautiful and talented children, "all of their best traits from you," he said.

And you tried your best to create that illusion for him. You didn't want to see him hurt by coming home to you curled up in bed with tear-stained cheeks. So you put on your best mask while you broke down inside.

His boxy smile was the only thing that made you feel something, even if it was just a small sensation in your heart. But you loved it, nonetheless. You wished you could see the smile on his face every day for eternity. You knew that fantasy was impossible in your state. You were broken, tearing yourself apart day by day.

You sat on the bathroom floor, leaning against the bathtub. You looked down at your exposed stomach and the tears blurred your vision. This wasn't the first time you had cut there. You'd done everything you could to hide your scars, but Taehyung caught on and told you to stop. He even took your tools. But that hadn't stopped you. You'd bought new ones and began cutting on more hidden areas and showed less and less skin to him as the days went by. He hadn't caught you yet, and he wouldn't because he was already too late.

You brought the blade down, dragging it across your skin once more. You didn't wince or scream. You felt nothing. You felt so empty when he wasn't with you. You hated being alone, but you hated being a burden to him even more.

    Mazey shivered under the layers of blankets and sweaters, rubbing her palms together under her mittens to stimulate some sort of heat. She snuggled deeper into Cai’s right side, desperate to steal even some of his warmth. She suddenly wished he would’ve taught her some fire spells before this trip.

    Cai, however, seemed completely content with the frigid weather. He wasn’t wearing a hat or mittens, much less a scarf like herself. He looked down to his fiancée, chuckling as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer. “Are you cold, hon?”

    She nodded her head. She wasn’t even sure if she could speak with her numbed lips and chattering teeth.

    “You’re so cute,” Cai mumbled to himself, wrapping the blanket tighter around her. “We’re almost there anyways. I’m sure Ema will have the fire roaring and some hot chocolate for you.”

    The sled bounced around for a while longer, the occasional huff of one of the reindeer sounding as the driver urged them forward. “Woah, woah,” The driver sounded at last. It was one of the first things he’d said the entire trip, probably due to the language barrier, and the command wasn't even directed at them. The reindeer slowed and the driver looked back at the couple without saying anything, although his gaze urged them to leave.

    Cai stood up, the blanket dropping from around his waist and pooling on the wooden floor of the sleigh. He went to the back of the sled and jumped off, holding his arms out for Mazey.

    She stood up and hastily wrapped Cai’s blanket around herself, frantically searching for any house in sight. “He wants us to get off here?”

    Cai chuckled again, resituating the backpack on his shoulders. “My house isn’t far from here. The path is too narrow this time of year to get there by sled.”

She trudged to the back of the sled, tugging the blanket around her tighter. He held her slim waist firmly as he lifted her off the sled with ease. Cai walked around to the front of the sled, handing the man something wrapped in brown paper with a green ribbon, saying something she couldn’t understand. The man nodded his head and cracked the whip on the reindeer's backs, the sleigh beginning to glide through the white powder once again. “Mangé tak!” Cai called in Ukian, Mazey recognizing his words as “Thank you,”

    The nearly set sun gave the forest a blue Twilight haze as Cai led them down a narrow path, seemingly going nowhere. He held her hand tightly as he brushed evergreen branches out of their way, Mazey dragging her winter boots along behind him through the deep snow.

    After walking for what felt like hours in the plummeting temperatures, Cai brushed one last branch out of their way to reveal a building. The cabin was small, at least much smaller than their home. On the left side of the house was a front porch with two rocking chairs seated upon it. The front door was to the right of the chairs, decorated with a wreath and what appeared to be mistletoe in the arch of the door. A Christmas tree was centered in the window on the porch, wrapped with popcorn and cranberries, the lights twinkling.

To the right of the front porch was a room with a thick stone chimney, smoke pouring out the top and joining the stars in the night sky. A few candles were centered in the large frosted windows, decorated with garlands of pine needles.

Cai sighed, looking over his childhood home before turning to Mazey, admiring her rosy cheeks and frozen lips as she stared in childlike wonder at the house. He took a few steps forward, breaking his fiancée out of the daze as he trudged through the snow to the front door. He kicked his boots off on the rug and raised his hand to the door. Before he could knock, the door swung open violently.

A woman jumped out and wrapped her arms around his neck with surprising force. Cai stood there for a moment in surprise before wrapping his arms around the woman’s waist. She mumbled something in Ukian before pulling away and exchanging a few more words Mazey couldn’t understand. The woman was nearly as tall as Cai with his same green eyes. The short and messy braid of her hair was thrown over her shoulder, a shade of deep mahogany. She wore a basil green skirt with a white over-the-shoulder apron, dark laced boots, and a knitted black sweater. Cai and the woman laughed, breaking Mazey out of her observation.

The woman turned to her, smiling at her before pulling her into a hug as well. It was at this moment that Mazey began to panic; she had never met Cai’s family in person. The only communication she’d had with them was the occasional letter that Cai had to translate.

The woman, who she assumed to be Cai’s mother, pulled away and gripped Mazey’s shoulders firmly as she examined her face. Her sparrow brown eyes, her rosy cheeks, long lashes littered with snowflakes.

“Welcome home,” A deep rumbling voice sounded from the doorway, stumbling over the Rurik accent.

    She looked over Cai’s mothers’s shoulder, trying to discover the source of the voice. A man stood in the doorway, his long gray beard littered with twigs and sawdust. He wore a knitted green sweater with brown pants, his feet barely covered by the holes in his white socks. His shoulder-length gray hair was tied back into a messy ponytail but a few strands blew astray into his gentle green eyes.

“Otak!” Cai hugged the man tightly, patting him on the shoulder before pulling away.