#Why did i say all this on drawings of my characters naked. ah who even cares any more......
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Body art as an opportunity to leave a mark of his own on you
Author's note: This is based from my character Mateo, who happens to be a yandere. I made a visual novel where he is one of the main characters. If you wanna play my game(to what i will be really happy) here is the link: https://simemeow.itch.io/love-stuck
You sat with Mateo in the hall looking at his various magazines. "Wow! Your magazines are so unusual! Very colorful,” you described. And in fact, it was true, a lot of these magazines can be used as a reference for drawing. The photographs and articles published in these magazines could be described as a creative boom. The minds of these people fascinated Mateo, the way they played with lighting, people, added elements of creativity, masterfully edited photographs, creating small masterpieces.
"Yes, that is right. I really like their serial releases. Whenever I have trouble creating any ideas, I look through these magazines and with renewed enthusiasm, I pick up a pencil and sketch. I will be honest, sometimes making a sketch can be a challenging task, with a lot of experience, I still face this problem,” he confessed.
You listened carefully to his problem, not to say that you really understood what he was talking about, but you still felt sympathy for him. As you mulled over his reasoning, you began to imagine some ideas in your head to help him overcome his misfortune. At this time, Mateo turned the page, and you saw a very strange thing. “Why is he not wearing clothes, and besides, why is there paint on him from head to toe?” - you asked.
“Ah, this? This is one of the types of art, it’s called body art,” he explained. Your eyes were glued to this strange art, you had never seen anything like it before, much less heard about it. Mateo watched your interested reaction, deciding not to turn the page yet so that you could watch the man outlined to your heart's content.
Your cheeks turned a soft red shade, various thoughts regarding this man entered your head. “Was he ashamed when they painted on his naked body? Was it ticklish? How did the person feel who painted on it and used it as a personal canvas?” - all these thoughts raged like waves.
And then it hit you. It was a bold idea, but you weren’t sure you could handle it. Just one thought made the blob in your cheeks turn a couple more shades darker.
Mateo let out a chuckle, his eyes carefully scanning yours, amused by the faces you unconsciously made, showing the awkwardness you felt inside.
"What are you laughing at?" - you asked angrily.
Because of your straightforward question, Mateo could not restrain himself and fell into an uncontrollable laugh.
“What a bastard you are! I've been thinking of all sorts of ideas to help you with your art block. And you!" - you pressed him.
"Is it true? And what kind of ideas did you have?” - the interest in his voice again made you come to your senses about your shameful idea. “Um… Haha…” your tone told him that your idea might have been a little awkward to just say out loud. Connecting the dots, he understood perfectly what your thought was, a smile appeared on his face. “Aren’t you weak?” - he joked.
“Why the hell is it weak?” - you shouted at him in defiance.
"Well, I don’t know, if it’s hard for you to say your thoughts out loud, then acting on them will be even harder,” he teased you.
You gave him an irritated look that screamed not to joke with you.
“Bring your brushes and paints, now we’ll do Body Art,” you said arrogantly.
-Hm? - Mateo did as you said.
You stood opposite each other, waiting. You didn’t dare make any movements, all the clothes you were wearing were still covering your body.
“You know, you don’t have to do all this to help me. Especially since it causes you such inconvenience. Let’s just limit ourselves to some part of your body that you are not ashamed to reveal,” he suggested.
His proposal was reasonable, standing in front of him naked for the first time would be quite embarrassing for you. That's why you decided to wear shorts and give him complete freedom to do whatever he wants with your legs.
“Okay, if you want to rest, tell me, okay?” - he warned you.
Mateo took a thin brush and began to make a rough sketch of whatever came to his mind. The sensations from this brush were twofold, because on the one hand you were relaxed, which made you sleepy, and on the other you were ticklish, which is why your hips twitched a little, which in turn forced Mateo to paint over this place repeatedly.
In some places you looked at what Mateo drew, it was an image of a dove and a raven fluttering in the sky, which were decorated with bizarre shapes of clouds.
“Beautiful,” you commented. “Thank you, be patient a little longer, I’ll finish soon,” Mateo asked.
He took a larger brush and dipped it in green, leaving a lavish sized painting of his own on you.
“I’m done,” he answered joyfully. “Thank you for being my model,” he said. You immediately got up from the couch to look at his creation, the first thing you noticed was his name, which he wrote in capital letters. “I wanted to add the word property there, but I think you wouldn’t appreciate it,” he joked. “Of course I wouldn’t appreciate it!” - you shouted.
“What do you think of the drawing overall?” - he asked.
"It’s good,” you answered.
Mateo lit up with happiness, his smile was passed on to you. “I’m so glad, especially because I could leave something of my own on your body. “You can’t imagine what a pleasant feeling this is,” he began to explain to you in one breath. And from his appearance it was clear that he was really happy that he could write all over your leg.
“Well, if it makes you so happy, then you can continue drawing on me,” you suggested. Mateo’s smile became even wider, and he hugged you, which is why the undried paint was imprinted on his clothes. You both laughed because of this situation.
From now on, on some days Mateo draws on you, sometimes what you ask, but mostly he draws something of his own. A great way to combat art block isn't it?
#lovestuck#lovestuck mateo#lovestuck loren#male yandere#soft yandere#tw yandere#visual novel#yandere boyfriend#yandere male#yandere oc#yandere visual novel#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere headcanons#yandere
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Hello, I’m a very anxiouse proshipper and I’m looking for guidence I guess. For context in 2016, I was a part of the undertale fandom, and the popular problematic ships at the time where frans and fontcest. When drawing fontcest, I got a horiffic message in my inbox, going into detaile about ilr animal abuse related to some fontcest art I drew, and I’ve been turned off to being openly proship since. Throught the years I’ve been feeling very fucked up about calling myself proship, or making anything problematic. At one point I drew vrabbit (fnaf), and HCed him as a pedo cuz that’s the most obviouse vibes he gave off. I never drew him doing anything pedophilic, though I did draw him around his own (killed and robotociced) kids, and got a callout post made on my (that has now since been half deleted, I say half because it was initially a post made under a keep reading, and that og post is gone, but reblogs of the post remain). Recently Encanto came out, and the new ship there was an uncle and neice ship of bruno and mirabel, so of course I drew some art about it, but was scared to post it. And when I finally did, some people got upset at me, understandably so, but instead of ppl just blocking me and leaving, they would confront me directly, saying my art was now tainted, or that they hated me for “normalizing their abuse” (i’ve been abused too, I think, I don’t know if it counts as “real abuse” anymore because it was just sexual assult, and that feels like it’s the bottom of the barrel in comparason to someone being raped on the daily). But it sucks, because I’ve always been into this stuff, I don’t know why, I don’t know if I’m coping, I don’t know if something’s severely wronge with me, I asked my therapist once and they said so long as it’s art, it shouldn’t matter and it’s fine, but I feel like a shitty human being on a near constant basis when I start thinking about it. I’ve remade my blog like 2 times already, I’m wondering if I should do it again, this time just be more clear that I’m proship, or if I should just shut the hell up, because I don’t want more people coming to me about irl animal death. Like I don’t even take these ships all that seriously, I’m just some ace guy putting my kinks onto characters, I don’t care that characters are naked cuz a body that doesn’t arouse me on it’s own, and I want to be able to hc characters as something horrible ontop of how horrible they already are, like vrabbit was litterally murdering children, who’s to say he’s not some repressed pedo trying to counteract that shit with child murder instead? Idk, I don’t know if any of this was consistent, I just want to know if I should even be worrying about this shit or not, if I should start over again, or if I should just give up and forget the ritual of making art and posting it online in the hopes that someone sees it and thinks “ah, I vibe with that”. I’m just, tiered, man. Sorry to come to you with all this shit.
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Nonnie, I think you need to talk to your therapist again.
Humans have all kinds of wacky fantasies. Nothing especially bad ever happened to me, and I was looking at snuff stories on the internet as a 13-year-old. Nothing you're into is unusual, and the way you're engaging with it sounds pretty mild and no big deal.
If you feel awful on a daily basis, that's about anxiety or self esteem or depression, not any realistic reaction to your art. Your therapist needs to hear how much you're struggling.
I don't think you need to use the word 'proship' if you don't feel like it. I no longer use it for myself because it's far too tame and watered down for my actual views.
Remake or don't, but turn off all anon asks or the equivalent on every platform. Accept DMs only from people you follow. Block early and often. Post your stuff, but make it very clear you have a zero tolerance policy for jackasses.
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Ivar’s woman (Ivar x Reader)
Ivar’s woman
Ivar x Reader
Warning: mention of sex and death
You are so calm in contrast to Ivar, but it doesn’t mean you can’t be as psycho as him.
I want to write a little series where I pair up Vikings characters with opposite personalities.
You sit next to Ivar in the Great Hall. He hugs your waist and eats with his other hand. His braids are newly made, and he smells like herbs and ale. He watches the warriors, and you know what he is thinking. Are they respect him enough? Are they fear him enough? Is he man enough? You pet his nape with your fingers and smile at him. You hate it when he is insecure. He is handsome and smart, and he can fight like any other man despite his legs.
The crowd is so loud and merry you can barely hear your voice. Everybody celebrate your victory against Lagertha and Bjorn, but you both know it’s not over yet. He has to avenge his mother’s death, and then he has to kill Bjorn too. Maybe he won’t have a choice but kill Ubbe too eventually. You are not sure if he will be able to do it, though. He murdered his other brother, Sigurd, but Ubbe is different.
“Are you okay?” He asks after a while. “You seem troubled.”
“I’m fine,” you smile at him. “I’m just tired.”
“You can go back to our chamber if you want,” he tells you softly. “I know you don’t enjoy these things,” he nods out of the crowd.
“No, I’m fine,” you repeat. “I prefer to be with you.”
You have to lean closer to him to hear you, and he smiles at it.
“You are just a mouse,” he smirks, reminding you of your pet name.
Yeah, you are quiet and calm, almost stoic at times, but that’s why you balance Ivar's moods so good. Ivar can scream and yell all he wants, and you can be the rationality next to him. That’s how you met him five years ago. You were the only one who didn’t flinch when he started to rage because of something. He is hot-headed and quick to decide at times, and that's when you intervene to be the voice of reason.
“Yes, maybe I’m a mouse, but I tamed the wildcat, did I not?” You ask him teasingly.
“Do you think so?”
“I’m sure of it,” you answer pompously, sipping your ale.
It’s not a secret. You are the only one who can control Ivar. He can fight against the whole world but not with you. Never with you.
He kisses you as an answer. His lips taste like ale, and his arm draws you closer to him. You want to drag him into your room to be with him, but it's not the right time.
“He is boneless there too.” You hear Margarethe giggles not far from you. You know what she is talking about, and you see on Ivar’s frowning face that he hears her too. You grab his jaw before he can turn to her, so he continues to look into your eyes. You love his eyes even if he is angry.
“Don’t care about her, my love,” you tell him softly. “She is crazy, I’m sure there was a reason why Ubbe left her behind.”
“But-” he wants to argue, but you shush him. You caress his lower lip with your thumb.
“Don’t. If you want to be a King, you can’t let every insect anger you,” you reason him calmly. “Let me take care of these things.”
For a few minutes, he just looks into your eyes, thinking about your words. You both know you can’t let Margarethe gossip about Ivar for too long. And you won’t. You just need to wait for the right moment.
After a few hours, slowly everybody starts to go home. Harald nods at you two, and you politely smile at him in answer while you watch Margarethe walking out of the night.
“Go to our chambers,” you tell Ivar. “I will follow you soon.”
He opens his mouth to ask you where are you going, but he doesn’t have a chance, you are already on your way, and he stays at the table with his blonde brother.
“Hvitserk!” He wakes him up, and the older Viking sits up abruptly. “You should go to sleep,” he advises him.
“Ah, yes,” he murmurs. “Where is Y/N?”
“Already sleeping,” he answers, and he isn’t sure why he is lying.
“You are lucky, brother,” Hvitserk says, standing up. He has to lean on the chairs for his first steps.
“Why?”
“Y/N stays with you despite your disability in bed,” he jokes.
Ivar doesn’t start to yell, he remembers your words, and he can clearly see Hvitserk is drunk. But he can shut up either.
“Y/N would say otherwise, brother,” he smirks darkly.
“What do you mean?” The blonde Viking walks to the doors but stops for a moment to turn to Ivar.
“She is pregnant.”
Hvitserk can’t hide his surprise at Ivar's words. He wants to believe his brother is lying or the child is not his, but he knows you. You would never lay with another man beside Ivar.
“Congratulation,” he says finally. His voice strained, and he sounds everything but happy.
“Thank you,” Ivar nods mockingly and stands up to go to his room. He seems calm on the outside, but he panics on the inside. How could he lie about this? You are not pregnant! And you definitely going to kill him after this.
He changes in his nightclothes and lays down on the furs on his bed while he waits for you. He doesn’t have to wait for long. A few minutes later, you arrive quietly. You don’t look different, but he can feel something changed. He just looks at you for a while.
“What did you do?” He asks you. You start to change before him. Your skin is smooth, and he wants to slap your ass before you hide it in your nightdress, but he doesn’t move. You are too far anyway.
“Nothing, my love,” you tell him, starting to climb up next to him.
“Well… I did something,” he gulps anxiously. He has to tell you before you hear about it from others.
“What did you do, Ivar?” You ask him seriously.
“I-I told Hvitserk you are pregnant,” he admits it with one breath. He doesn’t dare to look at you.
“Ivar!” You bark. “Why?!”
“He told me I am lucky to have you, even though I can’t have sex with you!”
“But you can!”
“But he doesn’t know that! Everybody thinks I’m just an impotent cripple!”
For a few minutes, you don’t answer. You lament on his words, and then you decide and climb on top of him while you take off your dress.
“What are you doing?” He asks, surprised. He thought you hit him, not climb him naked. He isn't complaining, though.
“Well… you didn’t give me another choice,” you sigh. “So we have to work on that child of yours,” you smirk down at him, starting to move your hips against his cock.
He always knew the mouse tamed him, but he realizes it truly during breakfast after a long night of sex when he hears the news about Margarethe's death. He glances at you, and you try to hide your sly smile behind your cup.
#ivar x reader#ivar the boneless x reader#ivar lothbrok x reader#ivar the boneless imagine#ivar ragnarsson x reader#ivar/reader#ivar imagine#vikings x reader#vikings imagine#vikings/reader
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heyyy. I know you’ve been doing marvel a lot, but if you could do one with morgan and the reader? Based on amplification and it’s the reader who gets sick instead. thanks!
Finally
Warnings: some mentions of being sick (cause... you know... anthrax), angst and fluff :)
Word Count: 2735
a/n: My first Morgan fic!! I love him so much! This one took me a while because 1) I feel like I'm not that good at rewriting episodes, and 2) I wanted to get Derek's character right. Hopefully it's not too terrible! I hope you enjoy!! :)
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"Rossi, Prentiss head to his office. Morgan, get Reid and L/N from the hospital and check out his house." Hotch instructed as soon as Dr. Nichols was deemed a reasonable suspect.
It wasn't long before you, Reid, and Morgan were pulling up outside of Dr. Nichols house.
"It's clear so far. I'll let you know when we're done checking." One of the CDC techs said through a walkie.
"We should look around a bit." Reid started down the driveway, gesturing for you and Morgan to follow.
"Ow!" You flinched away from the rose bush, shaking your hand in an attempt to lessen the pain.
"You good?" Morgan eyed you, overly concerned about a small scrape.
"I'm fine. Promise." You winked, walking past him and Reid to check for anything out of the ordinary in the backyard.
"I don't understand why you haven't asked her out yet." Reid looked between you and Morgan. Unfortunately, Morgan was saved from answering by the sound of his phone ringing.
"Hey, princess what do you have?" Morgan greeted Garcia, glaring at Reid.
You continued to explore while Derek and Reid talked to Garcia. It wasn't until after you entered the shed-like building that you thought maybe the CDC should check for anthrax out here too.
By then it was too late.
"L/N?" You could hear Morgan calling you. "Y/N!" It was clear him and Reid were approaching the door you just walked through.
You ran back to the sliding glass door, slamming it shut and locking it before either of them could stop you.
"What's wrong?" He frantically ran up to the door.
"Get back! No, don't come any closer." Your eyes flitted between the two agents, landing solely on Derek when you muttered, "I'm sorry."
"Y/N, open the door..." Derek's typically powerful voice nearly broke as he watched you shake your head.
"I can't. I- I'm already exposed." You shook your head resolutely, convincing yourself this was the right move. "I'll look for anything that could help in here. It's the best move."
"Y/N, you need to go to the hospital." Derek put more power behind his words with hopes of convincing you.
"The hospital won't do anything for me. Nichols could've made a cure, and if he did it's probably in here." You tore your eyes from Derek, hoping Spencer would help you convince him. "Reid, tell him I'm right."
He looked conflicted, eyes flitting between you and Derek.
"She's right. The cipro isn't working on anyone infected. Her best chance is to stay in there and find something useful." Reid looked reluctantly at Derek.
"Then you better find a cure in there." Derek whispered, eyes lingering on you before he finally turned away to call Hotch.
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"Morgan, Reid. How's L/N?" Hotch questioned immediately, forgoing any greeting.
"White powder all over the room and the air was blasting." Morgan responded quickly. He made brief eye contact with Hotch before turning to walk back to the door.
The general barked out instructions for a decontamination team and cordoning off the area.
"Get her in the ambulance." Hotch directed Morgan and Reid.
"She won't." Morgan felt his heart rate increase at the thought of you staying in there any longer. "Said she's more helpful inside than in the hospital."
"Nichols is dead, looks to be about 2-3 days." Reid added on.
Just then Hotch's phone rang.
"L/N?" He answered on speaker.
"I really messed up this time." You let out a dry laugh.
"You need to get to the hospital." Hotch tried to argue.
"I know Morgan and Reid already told you I won't go. There could be answers in here." Your stubbornness was showing. "I need to figure out who killed Nichols."
"Y/N-" You cut Morgan off before he could try to convince you to leave.
"I think he had a partner." You decided to refocus the conversation on the case rather than yourself.
"I'll get Rossi and Prentiss to ask at his office." Hotch sighed in resignation.
"Good, I'll keep looking at everything in here."
You hung up before anyone could argue further. You shoved your phone into your pocket, immediately going back to look through papers and lab equipment around the room.
As you worked inside, you could hear the CDC team setting up outside.
Watching through the windows as people in full hazmat suits prepared to enter the room you were in made everything feel more real.
You pulled your phone swiftly out of your pocket dialling the number you knew by heart.
"Hi." Garcia's voice was quiet when she answered the phone.
"No funky greeting? I'm feeling a little jipped." You tried to joke with her, but it fell flat.
"I can't be my normal, bubbly self when you are where you are." Again, her voice was quiet.
"Garcia, can you do something for me?" Your voice was steady, masking the emotion about to pour out of you.
"What? Tell me what to do and I'll do it." She frantically moved around her desk, ready to do anything you requested.
"You know how a few weeks ago, you were joking about my crush on Morgan?" You asked slowly.
"The one you swore didn't exist? I remember." Her voice was laced with confusion at your topic change.
"Well, um, do you think you could record a message for him?" Your breaths were unsteady as you thought about saying goodbye.
"But you're gonna be fine." She spoke with authority, as if saying it made it true.
"I know, but, um... just in case. I want him to hear it at least once." Your voice broke.
"Okay. Um, whenever you're ready." She listened as you spoke to Derek.
"Hi Derek. Um, I kind of have a secret to tell you, but first I want you to know this isn't your fault. I'm the idiot who walked into the lab. It's on me. I guess I just want to make sure you hear this from me at least once." You cleared your throat, thick from emotion.
"I, uh, I think I'm maybe, just a little bit, um... in love with you." You felt the tears fall from your cheeks. "You're my best friend. You've always been there for me when cases hit a little too close to home or even if I'm just having a bad day. You never fail to make me smile, no matter how hard I'm trying not to."
You wiped at your cheeks roughly, trying to focus on the message.
"I've wanted to tell you for a while, but I never knew how. I guess I'm glad I walked in here for one reason. It finally pushed me to tell you how I feel."
You chuckled again, but there was no humor in it.
"I'm, ah, I'm really sorry if this is goodbye." You paused, unsure if you had anything left to say.
"Y/N?" Garcia questioned if you were still on the line.
"Prep the victim for transfer." You could hear Dr. Kimura entering the room, preparing to begin treating you.
"I've got to go." You hung up without another word, trying to rid your face of any evidence of the tears before facing the doctor.
"How are you feeling?" She questioned once you were in view.
"I'm actually feeling okay." You nodded, trying to convince yourself it was true. She eyed you like she didn't believe you, but nodded with you anyway.
"Alright, how can I help?"
You spent the next few minutes explaining Dr. Nichols profile. Dr. Kimura set off to look for the cure while you continued trying to figure out who killed Nichols.
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"L/N, stick with me." Morgan's voice sounded through your phone, drawing your attention away from the stack of papers in your hand. "Prentiss and Rossi don't think the partner is from work."
"Okay, um..." You went back to the bigger desk. "He's got course syllabi and outlines dating back to the 80s." You glanced around the room, eyes catching on the other desk.
"A student..." You trailed off, mind moving a mile a minute.
"Talk to me." Morgan drew your attention again.
"Derek, I think it's a student. There's two desks, different organization on both. The smaller one has what looks like a dissertation that Nichols could've been grading. He wouldn't open his lab to a scientist, but he might for educational purposes." You prattled on, more and more information fitting the theory.
"I'll get Garcia to look at science students." Morgan gestured for Hotch to call Garcia. He was about to hang up when you corrected him.
"Wait! The paper, it's more about social policies surrounding an anthrax attack, not the actual science of it." You spoke quickly, trying to hold in an impending cough.
"Okay, political science and social studies majors then." Morgan trailed off, waiting for your response.
"Good. That's good." You coughed slightly, listening to the sound of his breathing.
"Garcia's got a match." Hotch nodded to Morgan before heading toward the SUVs.
"Y/N, you got everything you could in there. Now get the hell out." He practically begged.
"Sure thing, Derek. Bye." You hung up right as Dr. Kimura walked back toward you.
"His inhaler! It could have the cure, right?" She looked to you for approval.
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"They're checking out Brown's house." Derek watched as they hosed you down.
"Go help them." You coughed slightly, wincing at the cool water.
"They've got plenty of help. I'm staying with you." His eyes never left yours.
"Please." You looked him in the eye. "They're about to strip me naked and hose me down. As much as I know that's something you want to see, I don't think I look my best right now." You joked, watching the way he averted his eyes slightly.
"Y/N, I-" You cut him off again.
"I know." You smiled softly, gesturing for him to go. "Now go help catch him." You kept your eyes on him until he was out of sight.
Turning back to the conversation happening in front of you, you watched as Dr. Kimura instructed another hazmat team member to get the inhaler tested for the cure.
"It makes sense for the inhaler to have the cure." Your mind felt fuzzy as you thought it over. You moved to grab your head, something catching the attention of the doctor.
"Agent L/N, did you cut your hand?" You glanced at your hand, remembering the rose bush outside. You nodded, eyes widening ever so slightly at the now blistering cut on your hand.
"Let's move." You were quickly cleaned of any lingering traces of anthrax before she directed you into the waiting ambulance. "Are you still feeling fine?" She questioned while taking your vitals.
"I'm doing great. I flea foon. I fill fon." You muttered, eyes rolling back in your head.
"Driver, faster!" She called to the front of the ambulance as you started coughing blood.
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"Are you eating my jello?" You cleared your throat as you eyed Derek sitting next to your bed.
"Yes I am." He stared directly into your eyes as he ate another spoonful.
"Well, is there more?" You pouted, eyes still lingering on the cup in Derek's hands. He laughed in response.
"What happened?" You slowly moved to sit up, eyes flitting around the various machines in your room.
"The cure was in the inhaler. The other patients are in recovery, and you are going to be just fine." The way he smiled when he said 'just fine' had your heart aching. He just looked so relieved.
"Brown?" You continued your line of questioning.
"We got him. It's over." Derek's soft smile remained, eyes flitting around your body as if he were making sure you were actually okay.
"Well, that's a relief." You took a deep breath. "There's actually something I want to tell you."
He raised a brow, a small smirk playing at the edges of his mouth.
"Oh, yeah? Does Garcia know anything about this?"
You felt the blood rush to your cheeks, eyes widening in horror that he had already heard the message. "Oh, um, I mean, technically yes. I didn't- I wouldn't have told her before you if I didn't think I might die!" Your voice was rising in pitch, panic surging through your body.
"Woah, babygirl, slow down." His previous smirk shifted into another look of concern, although he still let out a small chuckle. "She just told me to ask you about a message. That's all."
"Oh." Your mouth stayed in the 'o' shape for longer than necessary, your body's way of stalling what you were about to say. "You haven't heard the message?"
"Nope." He said with a pop. "Care to enlighten me?"
"Well, I guess I have to since you brought it up." You rolled your eyes, messing with him.
"Hey, now! You started it." He clearly had you beat, so you just blurted it out.
"I think I love you!" You threw your hands over your mouth, eyes wide now that you'd confessed to your best friend that you're in love with him.
"That's what the message said. I thought- I mean there was a strong possibility that I was going to die. I didn't want that to happen without me having told you how I actually feel."
Your eyes were focused on the edges of the hospital blanket where your fingers were twisting a loose thread.
"Can I hear it?" His question confused you, causing you to look at him with a furrowed brow. "The message I mean?"
You nodded slowly, texting Garcia to see if she could send it to you. The chime of a text coming in happened almost instantly. You didn't hesitate to hit play on the recording.
"Hi Derek. Um, I kind of have a secret to tell you, but first I want you to know this isn't your fault. I'm the idiot who walked into the lab. It's on me. I guess I just want to make sure you hear this from me at least once.
I, uh, I think I'm maybe, just a little bit, um... in love with you. You're my best friend. You've always been there for me when cases hit a little too close to home or even if I'm just having a bad day. You never fail to make me smile, no matter how hard I'm trying not to.
I've wanted to tell you for a while, but I never knew how. I guess I'm glad I walked in here for one reason. It finally pushed me to tell you how I feel.
I'm, ah, I'm really sorry if this is goodbye."
The message cut off abruptly at that point.
You could feel your heart pounding as if it were trying to escape your chest.
"I'm sorry. I didn't realize it sounded so sad." You smiled, though your eyes were watery. "I mean, I guess it makes sense since I thought you would only hear it if I died." You continued rambling, eyes looking anywhere but at Derek.
"Y/N?" He prevented you from muttering any other embarrassing words.
"Yeah?" You winced, trying to prepare yourself for his rejection.
"I love you too."
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said any-" You abruptly stopped, the words you heard finally catching up with your brain.
"You- you love me too?" You whispered, eyes finally meeting his.
"I do." His smile was wider than you've ever seen, and so, so pure.
"Oh." Your mind was having a hard time comprehending the gravity of what just happened. Luckily for you, Derek knew exactly what was going on when he leaned in to kiss you.
It took a second for your body to respond, but as soon as it did you could feel the butterflies swarming in your stomach.
Despite how new it was, everything felt right in the world when you were kissing Derek Morgan.
He only pulled back when you gently pushed him away, a wide smile on your face as you sucked in deep breaths of air. The two of you stared at each other lovingly, just enjoying the presence of one another.
The sound of a throat clearing coming from the doorway shocked you out of your trance. Reid stood leaning against the doorframe, a smirk on his face. He uttered one word, perfectly encapsulating your own feelings on the situation.
"Finally."
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Day 13: Drunk
Draco Malfoy was very, very drunk.
It was his twenty-eighth birthday and Harry had watched as his boyfriend consumed far more alcohol than was advisable. But Draco was happy drunk, so Harry let it be, trying to remember if they had any hangover potions at home because he was definitely going to need one in the morning.
Harry for his part had a glass of fire whiskey upon their arrival and then switched over to soda. The last thing they needed was for both of them to be so pissed that they couldn't make it home.
He watched with no small amount of amusement as Draco retold a story to his friends, making over-the-top gestures, and adding in character voices. Godric, he was adorable.
Harry was utterly besotted.
When he noticed that most of the drinks at the table were empty Harry stood up and headed over to the bar, profoundly glad that Angie remembered all of the drink orders since Harry didn't have the first clue what most of the former Slytherins ordered.
As he was standing there waiting, he felt Draco's presence next to him and turned his head to look at the other man, smiling in spite of himself at Draco's flushed cheeks and open smile.
"It's my birthday, you know," the other man informed him.
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Harry rested his elbow on the bar and turned to him, "I had no idea," he deadpanned.
Draco pouted at him, "Aren't you going to buy me a drink?"
"Of course I am," Harry replied with a laugh. "You and all of your friends."
"My friends, too?" his lower lip protruded, "but then it might as well be their birthday."
"That is why," Harry replied as Angie set the drinks on the bar in front of them, "I bought you two, and I asked for a fabulous twisty straw."
Draco's eyes lit up, "Thank you!" he enthused as he took the drink from the counter. "But I feel it's only fair to let you know that I am taken."
"Sorry?" Harry asked as he tipped Angie and levitated the drinks.
"You bought me a drink, which was very kind of you," Draco said, batting his eyelashes at Harry, "But I already have a boyfriend."
Harry was too confused by that statement to get any words to come out before Draco had flounced back off to slide in next to Pansy.
Shaking his head he made his way over and distributed the drinks, he then got waylaid in a conversation with Blaise Zabini as the other man asked him "theoretical" questions about potions ingredients purchased off the black market and what the law says about such things.
Eventually, Pansy called him over as Draco was in a heated debate with what appeared to be a jumper draped over the back of a chair. "Alright, you," Harry said, carefully drawing him up from the chair. "Let's get you home."
"You know where I live?" Draco asked.
Harry laughed, "I do."
Draco stared at him contemplatively, "Alright, but you can't stay."
Shaking his head, Harry waved at all of the people surrounding them as they headed out of the bar to apparate. When they arrived at home, Draco stepped away from him, paused for a moment looking like he was going to throw up, then visibly contained himself.
Harry would have been very impressed if the next words out of Draco's mouth hadn't been, "Thank you for your assistance. You may go now."
"Babe, what?" Harry asked, taking a step toward him.
Draco put a hand on his chest, "You've been very kind but as I said, I'm dating someone."
"Ah," Harry replied cocking his head at him, "Who?"
"Harry Potter," he said proudly, "And I would never cheat on him."
"Good to know," Harry said, "But that's me. And I have some really, truly lovely plans for you tonight involving my tongue."
Draco stared off into space for a moment and Harry knew he was putting that overactive imagination to good use. "No," he said after a moment. "No, I love him. I can't."
"You love me?" Harry asked, feeling like his heart was about to beat out of his body.
"No," Draco replied, rolling his eyes. "I love my boyfriend. Harry Potter. Don't tell him, though." Then he looked confused for a moment, "Do you know him?" he asked. Without waiting, he continued, "He's bloody gorgeous," he added with a sigh, turning and wandering toward their bedroom. "And it's not an act, you know," he continued, "He really is as good as they want you to think."
Harry shook his head at his drunken ramblings and followed along behind the other man.
"But he's also," he hummed as though searching for the right word, "absolutely gloriously filthy. His tongue," he added with a little moan, "the things he can do with it."
"Oh?" Harry asked.
Draco nodded, "and his," he paused and cleared his throat meaningfully, "you know what. Sublime."
He bit his lip to keep from laughing. "Draco?"
"Hmm?" the other man asked as he collapsed onto their bed.
"I am Harry," he said softly, "and you should really get undressed before you go to bed. You hate sleeping in your clothes."
"You're just trying to get me naked!" Draco accused. "And I am telling you that it will not work. And if Harry finds out you tried to take advantage of me, he'll arrest you."
Harry sighed, giving up. There was no sense in arguing with him once he got his mind made up. "If I leave will you get undressed?" Harry asked.
"Mmm," Draco hummed.
"Seriously," Harry said, "You hate sleeping in your clothes."
"Mmhmm."
Harry sighed and gave it up as a lost cause, "Sleep well. Happy birthday."
Draco let out an inelegant snore and Harry cast a nox over the room. He grabbed a pillow and a blanket and went to sleep, comforting himself with the knowledge that he could always put his plans to good use in the morning. They'd celebrate Draco's birthday all weekend anyway.
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The next morning, Harry was woken up by his boyfriend crawling onto the sofa with him. "Hey," he murmured, smiling and pulling Draco into his arms.
"Why are you sleeping on the sofa?" Draco asked through a yawn. "I felt like shit when I woke up, did I smell? You could have just told me to shower."
"Yeah, you were not having any of that."
"You could have at least taken my trousers off, they're dreadfully uncomfortable," Draco complained as he snuggled in closer to Harry, threading his fingers through Harry's curls.
"I tried," Harry laughed, "You told me that your boyfriend would arrest me if I laid a finger on you."
"But you are my boyfriend," Draco said, obviously confused.
"Yes, that was my point exactly. But you thought I was a stranger who was trying to get into your pants."
Draco pulled back, "Stop taking the piss."
"I swear to Merlin," Harry said as he pulled Draco closer and stroked his hands under his shirt over his soft, warm skin. "It was very sweet, you were very faithful. Although you did tell a person you thought was a stranger about the size of my penis."
The other man groaned, "What else did I do to embarrass myself?" he asked, burying his face in Harry's neck.
"Nothing," Harry whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of Draco's head. "I love you, too, you know."
Draco jerked up at that pronouncement and would have tumbled off of the sofa if Harry hadn't caught him. "What did you just say to me?"
"That I love you, too," he said with his brow furrowed.
"You weren't supposed to know that!" Draco said, jumping up off the sofa.
Harry sat up and grabbed his glasses off the coffee table so he could see properly, "So you're okay with a random stranger knowing but not me?"
"You know what? Yes," he said. "Yes. Because I don't have to worry about a random stranger thinking that I said it too soon, or that I fell too fast, or that I'm just trying to manipulate you, or-"
"Draco, stop it," Harry said, standing up and tugging him into his arms, "I don't think any of those things! I just told you that I loved you too."
"Well, I don't want to have forced your hand," Draco said stubbornly, "I don't want you to grow to resent me later."
Harry shook his head and pressed a kiss to his nose, "I love you, Draco Malfoy, and I was planning to tell you this weekend anyway."
"You were?"
"I was," Harry affirmed, "Now will you please let me hold you?"
"You really were?" Draco asked, stroking his hands over Harry's forearms and allowing him to draw him a bit closer.
"I really was," he repeated. "Because I really love you."
Draco gave him a shy, little smile, "I love you, too."
He kissed him lightly, "Good, now that we've got that sorted, I do believe that it's still your birthday weekend and I was deprived of the opportunity to use my," he broke off, tapping his chin and pretending he was trying to remember, "what was it you called it? my gloriously filthy tongue."
The other man seemed to consider this for a moment, then he shrugged, "I'm not even embarrassed about that," he replied. "That's true."
Harry laughed and hoisted the other man up into his arms, wrapping Draco's legs around his waist as he kissed him. He carried the other man back into the bedroom and tossed him onto the bed, very in love, and very excited to use his gloriously filthy tongue.
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The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chapter 11
Original Title: 二哈和他的白猫师尊
Genres: Drama, Romance, Tragedy, Xianxia, Yaoi
This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.
Chapter Index
Chapter 11 - This Venerable One Wants His Family to be Happy
"Yes, it's me!" Madam Chen sobbed, "But I didn't write this spiritual tablet! How could I curse my child? I—"
"You wouldn't have written it while you were awake, but not necessarily while you were asleep."
Chu Wanning said. He raised his hand, picked up the spiritual tablet, spiritual energy pouring out of his palm. Suddenly, a distant and piercing scream erupted from the spiritual tablet, followed by a stream of blood gurgling out of it.
The sharp gleam in Chu Wanning's eyes was bitterly cold, and he harshly said: "The arrogance of this creature; it dares to make trouble!"
Because of the great spiritual power in his palm, the writing on the tablet was forced to retreat little by little amid the screams, becoming fainter until it finally disappeared completely. Chu Wanning's slender and cold white fingers clenched and the whole tablet shattered!!
The Chen family looked stunned from behind him. Not just the Chen family, even Shi Mei was stunned.
He couldn't help sighing: "That's amazing."
Mo Ran also couldn't help but sigh inside; he really was so powerful.
Chu Waning turned his handsome and clear face sideways. There was no expression on his face, only a few spots of blood splashed on the side of his cheek. He raised his hand and carefully examined the bloodstains remaining on his fingertips. He said to the Chen family: "All of you will stay in the courtyard today, don't go anywhere."
At this point, none of them dared disobey and they quickly agreed: "Okay! Okay! Whatever you say!"
Chu Wanning strode out of the temple, unconcerned with wiping away the blood on his face. He gestured at Madam Chen: "Especially you, don't fall asleep. To keep that thing out of your body, even if you get tired, you need to stay awake."
"Yes. . . yes yes!" Madam Chen replied repeatedly. With tears in her tears, she asked in disbelief, "Daoist Master, my son. . . is. . . is he alright?"
"He's fine for now."
Madam Chen was startled: "For now? Not always? Then, how can I save my son's life?"
Chu Wanning said: "Catch the demon."
Mrs. Chen was very anxious and couldn't help but be a little rude. She couldn't care less about being polite and asked urgently: "When does the Daoist master plan to catch it?"
"Immediately."
Chu Wanning said. He glanced at the Chen family and asked: "Who knows where the red coffin was dug? Come and lead the way."
The eldest son’s daughter-in-law was named Yao. Even though she was a woman, she was tall and looked somewhat good-looking Although her face was filled with fear, she was calmer than the others. She spoke up: "My late husband and I picked out the land. I know the location. I'll lead you there."
The three of them followed Chen Yao all the way north and soon arrived at the land the Chen family had bought.
Martial law had been set up there, and there are no one around. The dark hills were overgrown with trees, not a single sound of insects or birds singing.
Climbing up the mountainside, the view widened over the scene. Chen Yao said: "The three Daoist masters are here."
The place where the red coffin was dug out still had a tombstone stuck over it. Mo Ran laughed: "What's this broken stone supposed to be used for? It looks like an amateur put it there. Move it."
Chen Yao was a little flustered: "The gentleman in the town said that the evil creature is being suppressed by it and can't get out."
Mo Ran chuckled: "He must be really capable."
". . ." Chen Yao said, "Move, move, move!"
Chu Wanning remarked icily: "No need." After he said that, he raised his hand, and golden light glowed from his fingertips. Tianwen listened to his command and appeared in his palm. As soon as he flicked the willow vine, the headstone instantly shattered into pieces! Chu Wanning walked over expressionlessly. He stood on the pile of ruins, raised his palm again, and said in a deep voice: "What are you doing hiding in there? Get up!"
There was a strange noise underneath the earth, and suddenly, a 12-foot-high thick wooden coffin broke out of the ground. The sand and mud rained down and dust was flying everywhere.
Shi Mei exclaimed in surprise: "This coffin is surrounded by such evil energy!"
Chu Wanning said: "Stand back."
After that, with a backhand draw, Tianwen slashed across the welded red coffin. Golden sparks shot in all directions. After a few moments of silence, the coffin lid exploded with a bang. The billowing smoke dispersed and the thing inside it was revealed.
Lying in the coffin was a naked man with a straight nose and a handsome face. If it weren't for his pale skin, he would look like he was simply sleeping.
Mo Ran's eyes flicked down to what was under the man's waist: covering his eyes and said: "Oh, don't wear skimpy pants, you skunk."
Shi Mei: ". . ."
Chu Wanning: ". . ."
Chen Yao cried out: "Husband!" She moved forward to rush towards the coffin. Chu Wanning stretched out his hand to stop her. He raised an eyebrow and asked: "This is your husband?"
"Yes! It's my husband!" Chen Yao was devastated. "Why would he be here? He was already buried in the ancestral grave. He was also wearing much nicer funeral clothes. How could he. . ."
Halfway through speaking, the woman began to weep, pounding her chest, "How could this happen! How tragic - so awful! Husband. . . Husband!!"
Shi Mei sighed: "Madam Chen, please keep it together."
Chu Wanning and Mo Ran didn't pay attention to the crying woman. Chu Wanning was not good at comforting people, while Mo Burning was totally compassionless. They stared at the body in the coffin.
Since Mo Ran had lived through this in a previous life, nothing unfolding was a surprise to him, but he still needed to put on an appearance, so he touched his chin thoughtfully: "Shizun, something's wrong with the corpse."
Chu Wanning: "I know."
". . ."
What he had said was exactly what Chu Wanning had said during this conversation in his previous life. In this life, he wanted to use it to shock Chu Wanning. He did well, and yet he only threw out a simple "I know" as a result.
Shouldn't a shizun encourage his disciple to speak his mind and give him praise and reward??
Mo Ran pretended that he hadn't heard him say "I know", and continued: "This corpse has no signs of decay. It's been more than half a month since the accident. Based on the current climate, it should have festered and rotted. A layer of fluids should have built up in the coffin. That's the first strange thing."
Chu Wanning gave him a cold glare with a look of "Are you done fooling around?": ". . ."
"Secondly." Mo Ran was unmoved, continuing to recite Chu Wanning's words from the previous life to solve the puzzle. "Before the coffin was opened, the evil energy around the red coffin was dense, but after it was opened, it dissipated. And there's a minimal evil aura around the corpse, which is also very abnormal."
Chu Wanning: ". . ."
"Thirdly, did you find that from the moment the coffin was opened, there was a sweet smell in the air?"
The scent was so delicate, if you don't pay attention, you wouldn't notice it at all. When Mo Ran pointed it out, Shi Mei and Chen Yao realized that there really was a faint sweetness in the air.
Shi Mei: "Indeed."
Chen Yao's face changed when she smelled it, "This scent. . ."
Shi Mei: "Madam Chen, what's the matter?"
Chen Yao’s scared voice changed: "This scent is my mother-in-law's hundred butterfly fragrance powder!"
No one spoke for a while. The prophetic sign in the ancestral hall that read "Master Yang, Chen Sunshi" appeared in front of him again.
Shi Mei asked: ". . . Could Madam Chen really have done this?"
Mo Ran: "It doesn't look like that."
Chu Wanning: "No."
The two spoke almost at the same time and glanced at each other after speaking. Chu Wanning's face didn't waver: "You speak."
Mo Ran said nonchalantly: "As far as I know, the Chen family made a fortune and relied on the old lady's hundred butterfly fragrance powder. Although the powder's formula is a secret, the finished product isn't difficult to get. Five or six of ten girls in Caidie Town use this fragrance. Not only that, but we investigated before we came here. Mr. Chen himself seems to like his mother's butterfly fragrance powder very much, and he often mixes it in his bathwater so it’s not strange that he has this smell on his body, the strange thing is. . ."
He said, turning his head again to the naked man in the coffin.
"This person has been dead for half a month, and this fragrance smells like it was just applied. Am I right, Shizun?"
Chu Wanning: ". . ."
"Just praise me if I'm right."
Chu Wanning: "Mmm."
Mo Ran laughed: "What a waste of words."
He didn't have a chance to laugh again. Suddenly, his robe flew to the side, Chu Wanning pulled him back a few feet, the golden light of Tianwen in his hand was shining, dancing like flames.
"Watch out."
The smell of the butterfly fragrance powder in the air suddenly grew stronger. As the scent drifted away, a white mist appeared between the grass and trees, which began to diffuse at an alarming speed. Instantly, it turned the entire mountainside into a sea of mist, and all of a sudden, he couldn't even see the hand in front of his face!
Mo Ran's heart lurched.
An illusionary world appeared.
"Ah!!!" In the thick fog, the first thing that rang out was Chen Yao's screams, "Daoist Master, help—"
Before she finished the last word, everything went silent.
Chu Wanning's fingertips lit up with a blue gleam, and he slapped a tracking spell onto Mo Ran's forehead: "Be careful, I'll check it out."
After he spoke, he followed the voice and quickly disappeared into the thick fog.
Mo Ran touched his forehead and chuckled in a low voice: "Well, even the position of the spell is exactly the same as in my previous life. Chu Wanning, you really haven't changed a bit."
The fog came quickly and dispersed just as fast. It didn't take long for the fog to disappear without a trace. However, the scene in front of him was even more surprising than the fog. Mo Ran was really shocked, at least he was in his last life.
After the fog cleared, the originally desolate and overgrown mountainside had disappeared.
Instead, there was a vast and elegant garden, pavilions, waterfalls, curved corridors, rocky gardens and jade trees, and pebble paths as far as the eye could see.
Mo Ran took a look at the surroundings and immediately wanted to roll around in joy.
This rogue hooligan spent all day thinking about this illusion. In his previous life, they were similarly lost in it. First, Mo Ran ran into Shi Mei, and under the compulsion of the illusion, he kissed the other for the first and only time in his life.
It's a pity that Shi Mei was terribly frightened when it happened. He let go of Mo Ran, turned and ran away. He wasn't given the chance to take a second bite of the swan before it was taken off his plate, which was really unfortunate.
After the illusion was broken, Shi Mei never brought it up. The kiss in the illusion was treated as if it hadn't happened, and no one mentioned it again. Sometimes when he dreamt at night, Mo Ran wondered if he was obsessing too deeply over something he imagined.
But whether he imagined it or not, Mo Ran licked his lips. He thought this time he definitely wouldn't let Shi Mei run away from him that easy! One kiss wasn't enough!
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Mist | Choi San | Chapter 1
Pairing: Choi San x OC (Seohyun)
Genre: supernatural (ghost), romance, high school
Trigger Warnings: paranormal, death mentions, violence
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Seohyun kicked a pebble with her boot, sending it flying in the air. The black cat following Seohyun meowed as it wandered between her legs, rubbing itself along her naked legs. Seohyun kicked another pebble, and the cat meowed louder.
"I know, I know," she said, sighing, "I shouldn't have helped him."
The cat's grey eyes twinkled and it jumped a little to keep pace with Seohyun. She adjusted her sunglasses with the tip of her finger and tucked her long hair behind her ears, keeping her eyes fixed to the ground in hopes of finding more pebbles that she could kick.
Seohyun's hands went to the straps of her school bag on her shoulders as she finally found one, and she smirked. "Hey kitty, I'm gonna kick this one real hard."
As if the cat understood, it sat near her to watch the scene. Seohyun aimed her foot, sending the pebble flying with full force as a short laugh escaped her. She waited for the satisfying sound of the pebble hitting something hard, but a wail of pain answered her instead.
"Oops," Seohyun grimaced as she motioned the cat to follow her, trying to flee before she was caught. However, luck was rarely on her side.
"It was you, right?" She heard a boyish voice call out. She sneaked a peek, seeing a group of colourful heads belonging to boys that grew larger and larger as more joined them.
"I thought I hit one? Why are there so many..." she muttered, then turned back, bowing her head in a quick apology and turning again to run away, almost tripping on the cat and it howled in pain before following her.
"Hey, stop!" She heard voices, and she just sped up. She had enough to worry about.
"Where are my ghost friends when I need them.." Seohyun muttered under her breath as she sped up, cursing mentally. She could hear steps draw closer by every second, and she finally turned abruptly, making the group of boys stop dead in their tracks, bumping at each other.
"I apologized, what do you all want now?"
"You never apologized," the blue haired one said.
"Why do you think I bowed? To thank you?" Seohyun retorted. The blonde snickered, earning a kick in his ribs from not one but two of them.
"We couldn't see from so far, at least apologize properly!"
"Alright, alright. Was it you who got hit?"
"No, it was-"
Seohyun sighed out loud. "What got you so worked up then, if it wasn't even you?"
"He's my friend?" The blue haired boy said, making it sound more like a question.
"I told you all not to make a fuss, it's not like she did it on purpose," Seohyun heard one of them say, and her eyes shifted towards the boy with black hair, the eyebrow slit further defining his sharp features. Indeed, he was hurt. There was a painful scratch where the pebble must have grazed his cheekbone.
"Ah, so it was you..." Seohyun bit her lip. She thought she should apologize properly, so she bowed properly this time, and got up. "I never meant to hurt anyone. I'm sorry."
His eyes burned holes in her even though she wore sunglasses. He pursed his lips, nodding. "It's okay, just be careful next time."
She nodded. "Can I go now?" She didn't wait for an answer and turned, motioning the cat to come along, who meowed.
"Wait!" The eyebrow-slit boy sat down on one knee, motioning the cat to come to him, who gladly obliged and Seohyun rolled her eyes. He smiled at the cat, rubbing its head and offering it a biscuit, which the cat graciously accepted, munching right into it.
"Do you even give your cat food? It's so thin."
"It's not mine," Seohyun said and the boy's head turned up to look at her, curiosity in his eyes obvious. "It followed you rather gladly."
Seohyun just shrugged, looking away from his gaze and observing the group now. They were all dressed in school uniform like her, but it looked like it was a different school. She internally smiled at the interesting mix that stood in front of her.
"San, let's go," she heard the red-head call out. San, she thought.
"I need to go now too." Seohyun said, waiting for the boy to stop playing with the cat.
The boy- San- got up and said, "You said it's not yours. Can I take it then?"
Seohyun almost said yes, but hesitated. It was true the cat was not hers, but at this point, she could call it hers, the way it always followed her around whenever she was out. She had rather grown attached to the constant presence of her black furry friend.
"Uhh, I mean you could, but..." she bit her lip as she looked back as if for help, and then turned back to the boy. "This cat is my only friend."
Seohyun hated how it had almost come as a whisper, but the boy looked like he understood as he nodded, taking a step back. "I'll see you around then," he smiled sweetly at the cat, who meowed at him.
Seohyun finally turned, not bothering to check if the cat followed her or that boy, San. She was too scared to check. But when she heard the cat meow and rub at her legs, she smiled in relief.
"I'll feed you more now, I promise," she smiled at the cat.
Meanwhile, San watched the odd pair walk away in the distance.
"So rude!" the blue haired boy said, and everyone laughed. San turned and shook his head. "Not my fault you decided to act like my parent, Hongjoong."
"Doesn't look like she's from our school, but isn't it the school near the place we usually go to eat dinner?" The blonde asked.
"Yeah, it looks like it. You're treating us to dinner there tomorrow. You remember, right Yeosang?"
"You're always hungry for food Wooyoung, how could I forget?" He answered.
The group started to walk their way, talking about their plans for dinner, but San couldn't stop thinking about the girl with the grey streaks in her hair, the girl who had no friends other than a black cat. He unconsciously shook his head, finally paying attention to his present.
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"I said I'm sorry!" Seohyun yelled, "Now you leave my hair, and I'll leave yours."
"You first," the woman replied.
"Together, okay? One, two, three- YOU! You lied!"
"You lied too!" The woman shouted, and pulled at Seohyun's hair, earning a satisfactory groan from her.
"It's not like you can feel pain! You're a freaking ghost!"
"Doesn't mean I'm not insulted," the woman smirked, "Alright, I'll leave you first, and you leave no more than a second after, otherwise I'll make sure you feel the pain you love." The woman let go of Seohyun's hair and Seohyun did so right after, taking quick steps backward as she massaged her head.
"Bitch..." she muttered, and the woman laughed out loud.
The woman- ghost- had been keeping Seohyun company for about two months now, occasionally popping out of nowhere and leaving just as abruptly. At first, Seohyun had tried to help her in some way, help her move on and come to terms with her sudden death by accident, but the young woman had quite a difficult death and she was the first of a kind- a ghost with amnesia. No memories of how she had died and why she hadn't moved on.
Seohyun had to admit that she had grown used to her presence. She often found herself narrating her uneventful day to her, just like today, when she had excessively complained how useless of a friend she was and how none of her ghost friends had ever done her a favour. Somehow that had turned into an argument and then to them resorting to pulling each other's hair our, except her ghost friend couldn't feel any pain since she was, well, a ghost. Dead.
"I mean," Seohyun continued, fiddling with her hair, "it would have saved me from embarrassment had you popped up and helped me out there."
"What could I have done?" The woman sat down on the pavement, the black cat gladly jumping on her lap as the woman ran her hands through her fur. "It's not like anyone else can see me."
"Hello? You could have made me disappear."
"You know it's not good for your health. Why do it unless absolutely, absolutely necessary?" The woman glared at her.
"YES! That was absolutely, absolutely necessary. There were 8 of them! I was alone!" Seohyun whined and the woman just ignored her.
"Unnie~" Seohyun sat down near her, and the woman slid away from her.
"I told you not to call me that. I have a name, and it's Jiwoo."
"How can I call you by your name? You're much older than me." Seohyun grinned.
"And that's why I don't help you. Because you're a stubborn one. Also, I'm pretty sure I'm not that old."
"That's rich coming from you," Seohyun retorted, ignoring the last remark, "I'm not the one refusing to move on just because I can't get enough of worldly pleasures."
"And that's my cue to leave you alone, like you always are. There's a reason you don't have friends, Seohyun." Jiwoo got up, putting the curled cat on the pavement.
"I do have friends-"
"I'm talking about human friends. Your sharp tongue and stubborn heart, it's about time you change that."
"I-" Before Seohyun could complete, Jiwoo disappeared. Seohyun sighed, her heart sinking a bit at her harsh but true words.
There was indeed a reason that she had no friends. And it wasn't her ability to see ghosts.
Seohyun pulled her knees to her chest, shutting her eyes. She wanted to disappear.
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Senior year of high school was supposed to be tough, yes, but Seohyun had to face challenges other than academic ones.
And it wasn't just the fact that she had no social life at all; she only had a group of people she could interact with if need be, otherwise she was perfectly content on being on her own. She had no problem staying amused in her own company.
The problem was with Seohyun, though not directly. It was the problem that she could see and interact with some of the dead. And the dead made sure she got in trouble if she didn't hear their woes and skipped school to maybe find them something (or someone) they had an attachment to, or didn't take them to their loved ones immediately.
She had often tried to reason with them; she tried to explain that she was perfectly aware how bad they must have it, but she had it worse since she was still alive, and with life came unforeseen consequences, such as having to face her mother if they caused a scene (which they usually did), or if they tried to grab her attention by any means necessary, such as causing her desk to fall, her stuff to fly (where she would immediately have to either hold it or pretend to have thrown it).
She tried, oh she tried so hard to tell them to wait until she was free from school and then she would do whatever they asked her to, but no. Apparently whatever they wanted to do was more important than her school, her reputation (already in ruins), everything. There rarely was someone patient enough, and those she made sure she looked after properly. Like Jiwoo.
She wished Jiwoo was here so she could get rid of the old wrinkly man in front of her. She was trying to focus on her mathematics but it was hard to when a fat belly blocked her vision. And she couldn't even say anything out loud, so she just sent daggers through her eyes, the message in her eyes clear. But the old man just smirked, continuing to block her vision.
Seohyun sighed and turned the page of her notebook, scribbling in it, then turned the notebook to the ghost in front of her. The man was short so he didn't have to bend as he read what she had written.
"IF YOU COULD STOP PESTERING ME FOR A FEW MINUTES YOU WRINKLY OLD MAN I CAN'T FOCUS ON MATHS BECAUSE OF YOU"
The old man smirked, and Seohyun wished she could kick him somewhere he would surely feel pain even though ghosts couldn't feel pain. She was so absorbed in thinking of ways that she could make this ghost feel pain that she didn't notice him take her notebook and run away before she could snatch it back.
As soon as Seohyun noticed, she jerked in her seat, stopping herself from getting up and following him. He stopped a few feet away, teasingly coming closer and closer, the frown on Seohyun's face getting deeper and deeper until he stopped near the girl sitting in front of her, tore a page from her notebook and gave it back.
And then he did what she dreaded. He made a ball out of that paper, aimed at the teacher, taking one last look at the very satisfying horrified face of the girl who could see ghosts but refused to help them, and threw the paper ball at the teacher with considerable force, hitting him on his head.
The teacher turned, running his eyes across the classroom, not missing how everyone was glancing between the teacher and Seohyun, who folded her arms rather defensively, silently praying he wouldn't actually pick the paper ball. But the teacher bent down, and it so happened that he was also old, and a bit wrinkly, so when he read the scribbled message, his face went red.
"Who was it?!" The teacher pushed his glasses up his nose-bridge and watched as the students hesitantly pointed to Seohyun, who sank deeper into her chair, as if somehow a pit would open and swallow her.
"You meet me in my office after class." The teacher shook his head in disappointment and continued where he left.
Seohyun was given a warning, and it was her second. She had only one left before she would be kicked out of school (if something big happened, which usually did if she waited for the third warning) so she decided it was time for her to move on again.
And this time she dreaded. It was always a hassle to explain to her mom what had happened. Her mom knew she could see ghosts and when she was little, she had tried all sorts of methods, of almost all religions she could think of, hoping her only daughter would turn out normal, but she had failed. But now she liked to pretend that she had forgotten all about it, and when Seohyun told her she had gotten into trouble, she would silently nod and get her to change schools before something big happened and it got written in her school record.
So a few attempts from the old ghost trying to get her in trouble and a few days later, Seohyun was finally free of struggling. She changed schools. And tomorrow would be her first day, hopefully the last time she had to change schools before her senior year ended. Before high school ended.
Seohyun was still dressed in her old school's uniform when she went to her new school to submit her files and make sure everything was good before her first day. She had her baseball cap on this time, making sure she would hide most of her face since a lot of people would be staring at her. It was normal to stare when someone from another school came.
The black cat found her once again, following her as she walked to the building. Seohyun motioned the cat to stay and it obeyed, watching the girl walk into the building.
From a distance, San and his friends were watching the whole scene. They had recognized the girl not by her face, which was half-hidden anyway, but her cat and the grey streaks in her hair.
"Let's hope she doesn't attack you with a pebble again," Yunho snickered, and San smiled, his hand unconsciously going to the now faint scratch on his face.
"I'm not going to your rescue if that happens," Hongjoong said and Seonghwa chimed in, "Neither will I."
"I never asked you anyway..." San trailed off.
"The cat looks like it wants to escape," Jongho pointed his finger at the hoard of girls that gathered around the poor cat. "Poor cat."
"San, you should go bring the cat. It would recognize you," Mingi suggested and San considered. The cat was worth saving.
A few moments later, San was back with the cat in his arms. The cat did recognize him. He bought the cat to the boys, who lightly patted her one by one, taking turns so she wouldn't feel scared.
After about five minutes, the boys heard someone clear their throat right behind them. They turned to see it was that girl.
"Aren't you the same group from that day?" Seohyun wondered out loud.
"The cat was scared because people were gathering around her, so we brought her here," Yeosang said.
"That's... kind of you," Seohyun met eyes with each of them, and the boys got a proper look at her face for the first time without her glasses. She had light eyes. The shadows beneath her eyes were dark, which contrasted with her eyes rather strikingly.
"What were you doing here? You're not from our school," Wooyoung commented.
"Oh, I'll be joining from tomorrow..." Seohyun realized somehow she's ended up in the same school as the boys. "What class are you in?"
"Senior year, all of us," Wooyoung replied, and they didn't miss her groan.
"I'm guessing you're senior year too," Seonghwa asked, earning a nod of confirmation.
"How ironic. What if you end up in our class?" Yeosang wondered.
"God forbid," Seohyun shook her head, making them smile despite her remark. "Now, should I leave the cat here, or..."
"Does it have a name?" San asked, rubbing under the cat's chin.
"Uh, no actually," Seohyun faltered when she saw San give her a disappointed look, "I just call her kitty. You can give it a name if you want to."
"I'll think about it," San shifted his arms to hand the cat over to Seohyun, and she took it, placing the cat on her shoulders, waiting until she sat around her neck like she usually did.
"I guess I'll go now," she met eyes with San for the last time, noticing the mole on his eyelid. San nodded, and she muttered an awkward bye before walking past them, cursing at herself mentally for being so awkward with them.
"It's you who got me in trouble, you dumb cat," she muttered under her breath. The cat didn't even bother reply.
The boys watched her leave, and Yeosang finally spoke, "I have a feeling she'll be in our class now. Oh, how the tables have turned."
"Interesting," Jongho smiled, "Does San have a new friend now?"
"The cat? Sure." San smirked.
"Ah, let's see how that changes," Jongho retorted, smirking back.
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Seohyun tried to calm her nerves as she looked at herself in the mirror of the girls' toilet in her new school.
The nerves always got the better of her whenever it was her first day at a school. It usually took her about three days to get comfortable with a new environment. Seohyun sighed as she wiped her sweaty palms on her black skirt, staring at her light brown eyes. She wished she could cover them with her sunglasses so she could avoid the excessive eye contact with humans and ghosts. Sadly, she couldn't do that in class.
She finally took a deep breath and somehow managed to make herself walk to the office, where she met her homeroom teacher, a middle-aged woman. She walked along with her to her class, and the teacher smiled warmly at her as she nudged her to come along.
They entered the class and watched as the boys and girls went back to sit at their seats, the room slowly falling silent. The teacher cleared her throat.
"Good morning class, we have a new student today. Please introduce yourself."
Seohyun, who had been looking down the entire time, finally gathered whatever courage she had and ran her eyes along the class as she finally spoke.
"Good morning, I am Lee Seohyun. I hope we can get along well."
"Alright, why don't you find yourself a seat?" The teacher said and Seohyun nodded, looking at the few empty seats and considering her choices.
Her first priority was to sit as far away as possible. Preferably by the window. There was one empty seat in the furthest row, but it was next to the seat by the window already occupied by someone-
It was one of those boys. She only knew San's name for now, and it was the blonde one. She quickly scanned her other options and decided this was the best for now.
As she made her way, she realized the 8 of them were all sitting around the empty seat that she was about to sit on. San was in front of her, the strawberry blonde on her other side, the rest around them too. She wondered if the seat belonged to one of their friends so she quietly asked the blonde, "Is this seat free?"
He shook his head and she internally sighed in relief as she settled herself, focusing on whatever the homeroom teacher said, trying not to stare holes at the back of San's head, until she left a few minutes later and she slumped back in her chair.
San finally turned, raising his brows, "What a coincidence."
Seohyun shrugged, straightening her skirt. "Ironic, really."
"Is there a reason you changed schools?" The blonde turned towards her, resting his head on his hand as he looked at her curiously.
"Uh," Seohyun hesitated as she tried to recall her excuse for every time someone asked her this, "for convenience. It's closer to home."
"That's an interesting reason to change school," he replied, earning a shrug.
"Maybe she doesn't want to tell you why exactly. Am I right?" San locked eyes with her, his smirk growing.
"Maybe," Seohyun teased back.
"How's your cat?" She heard someone call, and she looked at the black haired boy.
"It's not exactly mine, but it's fine. Probably."
"That's... reassuring. I'm Wooyoung by the way. This is Yeosang-" he pointed to the blonde next to her, "San, and that's Yunho next to you."
She looked at Yunho and he waved shyly. "That's Seonghwa," he pointed in front of him, and when Seohyun nodded, he continued, "The blueberry is Hongjoong, the red one is Jongho, and that's Mingi over there."
Seohyun nodded slowly, looking at them all slowly. "Yunho, Seonghwa, Hongjoong blueberry,-"
"I heard that!" Hongjoong shouted, turning around and making a pout at Seonghwa. Ignoring him, she continued, "San, Jongho in the front, then Mingi beside him, Wooyoung and Yeosang. I got it."
"You're quick," Yunho grinned. Seohyun wished she could tell him that it was because of the several hundred ghosts she had met and had promised never to forget their names.
"So the 8 of you are friends?" She asked, and San nodded. "Why was this seat in the middle empty then?"
"Mingi used to sit here but his eyesight got worse so he moved to the front."
"Well, that explains..."
Their teacher walked in, a man in his 30s, and she found out he was to be her math teacher. At least he's not old and wrinkly, she thought as she took out her notebook.
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The rest of her day was uneventful, except for the break when the boys asked if she wanted to join them but she didn't. She said she had to go to the office, but that was a lie. She wanted to take a breather.
When they left, she looked again at her options. She was already regretting sitting among the group of friends. She was going to be a disturbance to them, or something even worse. She didn't want them to think she was weird. Not yet.
She surprised herself at the thought. Why did she care? She had never cared before. But she told herself it was probably because she had a few encounters with them before and it would be weirder if they found out now. That she was strange. They'd probably stop talking to her very suddenly. That part always hurt her, which was why she always avoided making friends.
Seohyun shook her head and looked at the empty seat in the middle of the room. The spot was out of question. Being in the middle of the room meant she could be surprised from anywhere by those damned ghosts.
Then there was one in the very front with the wall. She could go there, but...
She felt more comfortable here. The spot was perfect. The problem was the boys. They were in for disappointment.
She saw some girls staring at her. They were probably considering if they should talk and make friends with her. But Seohyun was in no mood for friends, so she just put her head on the desk and closed her eyes.
She almost drifted to sleep when she heard someone put something on her desk. She got up and saw that it was San. "We figured you didn't have time for lunch, so."
Seohyun looked from the bread and juice to San, and back at the food presented to her. "Thank you, that's uh... very kind of you?" She looked at San and Yeosang, and they laughed shamelessly at her.
"You don't sound so happy," Yeosang commented and she shook her head, sipping at the juice to prove her point as she said, "No, actually I'm glad, but it wasn't necessary."
They just shook her head at her, smiling as they absorbed themselves in some discussion. Seohyun silently ate the bread, wishing she could disappear because she didn't even know how to thank people properly.
At that moment, Jiwoo the ghost appeared, and Seohyun muttered, "About freaking time."
Jiwoo laughed and said, "I see you're having a good day."
"And I don't expect you to ruin it, so please live up to my expectations for once," Seohyun hissed, keeping her voice as low as possible, but it still made Seonghwa look at her once before he focused back on his friends.
Seohyun sighed. She couldn't write in her notebook now because they would definitely see it. And she couldn't talk. So she just folded her arms as she slowly sipped on the juice while Jiwoo danced around the classroom.
As soon as the bell rang indicating the end of the day, Seohyun sighed in relief. The day was over without any incident. She slowly packed her bag, thinking about her promise to meet a new ghost after her school. It was a girl about her age, and thankfully she understood what school demanded of her, so she had promised to not disturb her.
"You look ready to go to your bed and fall right asleep," Yeosang commented.
"Tell me about it," Seohyun muttered, wearing her bag and making her way out of the class, the boys not far behind.
San watched Seohyun walk as if she was in a hurry but couldn't care less at the same time. She would speed up, then slow down again, and repeat.
"Are you in a hurry?" Wooyoung asked her, falling in step with her.
"Uh, not really. Just can't wait to get home," she said, but her voice didn't match what she said. She sounded the least excited to do that.
"Long day, huh?" Wooyoung said and she finally passed him a smile. "So you know no one at this school?"
"Well," she said, "I am new."
"Well, you can be our friend. Only if you want to."
She stopped in her track, making San almost bump in her, and she muttered a sorry to him as she continued walking again. San decided he would join them now.
"Something wrong?" he asked.
"Not sure you'd like me as a friend."
"And why do you think that?" San looked at her curiously.
Seohyun sighed, "I'm... how do I put it? I don't think I need friends. But that sounds rude. I don't mean to sound rude, it's just... better if you all don't mind me. I'd only be a bother and make everyone uncomfortable."
"We don't mind. We weren't all friends from the beginning. The group grew larger with time."
"And why do you think you don't need friends?" San asked.
Seohyun looked at him, then looked away, trying to avoid his steel gaze. "Not the type of person anyone would like as a friend."
"We won't know until we try though," Wooyoung said and smiled at her, making Seohyun wonder why the world didn't have more Wooyoungs.
"No harm in trying, right?" Yunho, who was behind her, vouched in.
Seohyun stopped to look at the odd group of friends, who were all smiling cheekily.
"You sure, blueberry?" She asked Hongjoong, who gasped in surprise. Yunho laughed out loud.
"If you don't call me blueberry, then why not?"
"Blueberry." Seohyun said and turned to walk away, hearing everyone laugh and make fun of Hongjoong. She saw the familiar figure of the ghost she had decided to meet, and she motioned with her eyes to turn to their left.
The ghost understood and it waited for her to turn left too. Seohyun looked back once at the boys who were now a good few steps behind, and she turned left, hoping no one had seen her, saw the empty road and joined hands with the ghost. She felt the familiar feeling of her heart sinking and her stomach flipping as the ghost teleported her to where it wanted to go.
The boys, who did notice her turning left in a hurry, followed soon after, only to find a very empty road with no where she could have gone or hidden.
"She did turn left. Right?" Mingi asked.
"She did. Didn't she? Or am I losing it finally?" Jongho muttered.
"Maybe it wasn't her?" Wooyoung suggested.
"But it was her. The grey in her hair..." Yunho said. "Maybe she turned right?" He looked at his right, where a few students were walking too.
San had been watching her and he was very sure she had turned left. Where she had gone... was a mystery.
"Strange..."
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"That's... horrible."
Seohyun stood in front of a small house, the white walls glaring back at her. The ghost, a young girl only her age, had just teleported her to an empty alley near this house, which belonged to her best friend. The ghost had just finished telling her how she had died; a road accident by a drunk driver. Since she had died an untimely death, she couldn't do anything about it except mourn over her own death.
"But... people who die in such accidents usually like to make sure justice is served, and get the perpetrator punished. Don't you wanna do that?"
"Oh, I did," the girl pushed her long black hair back, "my parents are doing a good job there, so I wanna let them continue. I don't... want them to know that I'm still here. They should find their peace with all this."
"Wow," Seohyun couldn't help but be amazed at how thoughtful this girl was, "that's very wise of you actually. So what are we doing here?"
"I checked on my friend, Chaeyoung, and it seems like she's not... doing well. I want to somehow let her know that I'm okay. I think that's when I'll be able to move on."
Seohyun, for once, felt actually sorry for the friend. She didn't have a best friend so she couldn't relate, but having someone like that in your life and so suddenly losing them... must be very sad.
"Okay, let's do this," Seohyun said, taking a deep breath and taking off her baseball cap off. She smoothened her uniform and finally rang the bell.
"What if someone else is home, and she creates a ruckus-"
"I checked, she's alone for now." The girl said, and again, she mentally applauded the girl for being so thoughtful.
"Hey, what was your name again? I mean how do I introduce-"
At that moment, a tall girl sporting a bob and puffy eyes fresh from crying opened the door.
"Hi," Seohyun said.
"Do I know you?" Chaeyeong asked.
"You don't, but I'm here to talk to you. I heard your friend recently passed away-" Seohyun paused when Chaeyoung rolled her eyes and attempted to shut the door at her face.
"Wait!" Seohyun said and Chaeyoung paused.
"My name is Soojin." The ghost finally said, and Seohyun looked at her once, catching her nervous stance before turning back to Chaeyoung.
"You might not believe it, but Soojin is here," Seohyun said, and Chaeyoung pursed her lips. "And I don't have all day, so I'll just prove it. Soojin told me some stuff only the two of you would know. How you had a crush on her brother for the longest time, how you want to meet your childhood best friend who's moved to the States, how-"
"Wait," Chaeyoung stepped out, "How- when did Soojin tell you this? Are you Soojin's friend?"
"My name is Seohyun. and I'm sure you've never heard of me from Soojin," Chaeyoung nodded and Seohyun continued, "Soojin is here. She hasn't been able to move on to the afterlife or whatever it is ahead because she can't stand seeing you in pain and blaming yourself because you invited her over to meet with you. She wants you to know that her parents are doing a great job at making sure the drunk driver gets punished, and she wants you to know it's not your fault."
Seohyun watched Chaeyoung's eyes fill with tears at that, and she put a hand in front of her mouth as tears fell, "She's really here?"
"Right here," Seohyun pointed towards where Soojin stood.
"Can't I see her?" Chaeyoung asked, "I want to see her one last time. If I can."
"I'm afraid not," Seohyun sighed, "I don't know if that's possible. But she can see you and hear you right now, just like me. So I'll leave you to say your last goodbye. You can call me when you're done, okay Soojin?"
Soojin nodded and Seohyun went into the little garden in the house to give them some space. She watched as Chaeyoung cried and spoke to her best friend for the last time, falling to her knees. Soojin couldn't touch her, but she patted her head and it was like Chaeyoung could actually feel it.
Seohyun looked up at the cloudy sky. For once, she wished it was sunnier.
After a few minutes, Soojin called out to Seohyun. She awkwardly patted Chaeyoung on the back, and Soojin started speaking as Seohyun told Chaeyoung that Soojin loved her, and yes, it was her who kept sticking their photo back at the wall to give her a sign, and she wanted Chaeyoung to stop talking to the walls because she won't be there to listen to her anymore and that would only make her look crazy (at which Chaeyoung laughed).
"I don't have a best friend, but you guys, you both had something special. And I'm saying this from my self, that I hope you cherish the bond you both had in your heart and really move on. Do what you want to, because life is short," Seohyun said and smiled.
"Thank you. I'll do my best," Chaeyoung wiped the last of her tears.
"She's going now," Seohyun said, "She wants you to smile so that's the last thing she sees."
Chaeyoung smiled as tears fell from her eyes, and Soojin said, "This fool. I told her to smile."
"Stop being so petty, Soojin, she is smiling!"
"What did she say?" Chaeyoung asked.
"She said she asked you to smile, not cry," Seohyun said and Chaeyoung burst out laughing.
Soojin thanked Seohyun for helping her, and she watched as she shut her eyes, and disappeared in an instant.
Seohyun sighed, and Chaeyoung understood. "Thank you, Seohyun. I hope we can meet again?"
"Oh, you don't have to do that," Seohyun shook her head, "I just hope you'll have a good life ahead."
"I feel bad for not doing anything for you, maybe I could take you for some coffee next time?"
"Well, actually," Seohyun looked around, "there is something you can do. Can you tell me where I am? And can you call me a taxi?"
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It turned out Seohyun was actually quite a while from home, so Chaeyoung ended up paying for the taxi because she felt bad for Soojin being so thoughtless when she teleported her here (at which Seohyun admitted Soojin was one of the wisest ghosts she had encountered). About 40 minutes later, Seohyun decided to drop by at a food street, because she was starving.
Seohyun walked through the hustling street, various food carts lining the street, several restaurants and cafes amidst them. She decided jjajangmyeon would do, so she sat alone at the table in the street, waiting for her meal. She was too tired to look at her phone so she just watched the people walking and eating.
She wished Jiwoo was here. Better than having no company. She wouldn't admit it, but she had grown quite used to her company. Jiwoo still hadn't been able to recall her memories of who she was and how she died, and why she was still hanging around. So Seohyun had left her at it.
Seohyun was so lost thinking about Jiwoo that she didn't notice Seonghwa, Hongjoong and Mingi approaching her until they stopped right in front of her.
"Of all the places," Seohyun wondered out loud, not caring how it might sound to them.
"It seems like we were meant to meet today," Mingi said dramatically, and Hongjoong slapped his arm as he said, "It looks like you haven't gone home yet. Isn't it very late?"
Seohyun sat back in her chair, putting one leg on top of the other. "And what do you care?"
"Ah, so that's what you meant when you said people don't like to have you as a friend," Hongjoong said, and Seonghwa gasped at his friend as he scolded him, but stopped when Seohyun laughed out loud.
"Since you're here, are you gonna take a seat or will you be continuing to walk aimlessly?"
"I guess we'll take a seat," Mingi said, and they all sat and decided to order food first.
"Aren't you cold?" Seonghwa asked, as he noticed how Seohyun put her bag on her bare legs.
"I am. But I'm okay," she said, and Seonghwa shook his head as he started to take off his jacket. "Oh please, I'm okay, I'll feel really bad if you do this."
"Nonsense, this is an extra layer anyway," Seonghwa handed her the jacket and she realized it was true; he did have many layers on him. So Seohyun put his jacket on her legs, muttering a thank you.
"So what's your story?" Hongjoong asked, and Seohyun raised her brows as she said, "You first. I'll talk after I have some food."
"Alright then," Hongjoong said, and told her how they all had been classmates since elementary, with Seonghwa and Hongjoong being friends since that time, until Wooyoung and Yeosang who had also been friends joined, then one by one the group grew.
"Interesting," Seohyun said, "And the 8 of you... How do you get along peacefully? I can't even get along with one."
Mingi pfft-ed at her. "We aren't exactly saints ourselves, but with us being 8, it becomes hard to take anyone serious."
Seohyun scoffed, "So the reason you all get along so well is because you all don't take anyone serious."
"Basically, yes," Mingi answered proudly, and food was served. Seohyun hungrily dig in, and Seonghwa scolded her for eating so quick.
"So with Seonghwa as a mother figure of the group," Seohyun began, "I can imagine why there is peace among all of you."
"Ha. ha. Very funny," Seonghwa rolled his eyes but Hongjoong and Mingi laughed, agreeing with her as they said, "She's not wrong."
She watched them bicker back and forth and wondered if this could really work out. They seemed very tightly knit, and she felt like an intruder. She wasn't even sure if they would feel comfortable with her. Why had they even asked her to be their friend?
"It really does show. That you've been friends for a long time," Seohyun commented, fiddling with her noodles.
"It does, huh?" Mingi smiled at her.
"Can I ask you something?" Seohyun said, and they nodded, "Why did you ask me to be your friend? I mean, you guys look okay as you are now. You don't need an extra friend in this group of yours. So why ask, and why me?"
"Well, how do I put it..." Hongjoong wondered out loud.
"You've got good aim," Mingi said, and for a second, Seohyun was lost before she realized.
"I didn't do that on purpose!" Seohyun's eyes were wide, and Mingi told her that he, of course, was joking, But he winked right after, which made her wonder if that was actually one of the reasons.
"Our group needs a girl. There are too many boys." Seonghwa said, and Seohyun raised an eyebrow.
"I'm sure there's no lack of girls in your school."
"There isn't... but they are too... girly?" Hongjoong seemed to think how to put it, and Seohyun folded her arms.
"And what if I am girly too?" Seohyun countered.
"You're just the right amount of weird. Yeosang already clicked so well with you. San loves your cat. You sit in the middle of us. You have no friends. Now you can't avoid it."
"Wow, okay," Seohyun finished her noodles as she thought about what they had said. "And what if... we don't get along?" Seohyun asked.
"We're not exactly forcing you, are we?" Hongjoong asked and she nodded, "If you like to stay alone, then fine. But Wooyoung, it was his idea. And he really knows when a person needs a friend."
"Oh," Seohyun realized what he meant. She looked like she needed friends.
"Plus, we do get along well, don't you think?" Mingi smiled.
"Well, what can I say, except that you'll find me really weird. And okay, I can try. But one day, you're gonna wonder why you even thought we could be friends. You'll wish you'd never asked me."
The three of them stared at her. Seohyun stared back and once again, the three of them burst out laughing.
"We're already regretting. Was it so hard to make friends, Hongjoong?" Mingi asked.
"I don't even remember. Wow."
Seohyun couldn't help but laugh as she thought how it was gonna be. It was true. No one took anything serious.
Maybe they'll never find out about her ghost problems then.
Or maybe they'll never believe her.
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Serva me, Servabo te
save me and I will save you
pairing: photographer!Taehyung x f.reader
genre: smut, some crack and fluff, slight enemies to lovers
word count: 4.4k | reading time: 30 min
chapter summary: Two months later and you're still seeing each other like at the beginning.
warnings: lots of roleplaying, dirty talk, fingering f.receiving, some degration and name calling, unprotected vaginal sex, breeding kink, cumplay, crack-y and the some fluffy stuff
A/N: Very last part of this story! Thank you so much to anyone who read this till the end! I hope you liked it and feel free to tell me everything you thought about it!
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Epilogue
-Two months later-
Taehyung just about ripped his shirt open, tossing it to the ground with his chest puffed and his face set in a deep scowl. And you couldn’t help but break character.
“Don’t laugh!” he whined.
“I’m sorry!” you breathed, although didn’t do what you were asked to, and he pouted even more. “But can’t we just have normal sex tonight? It’s so much easier.”
”Sex!” Taehyung screeched. “Why, you have indeed lost your mind, woman! Just as I feared, the effect on you is too strong!” You had to bite your lip not to giggle at his fake accent. And he leaned in to whisper (off-script, of course): “Take your clothes off, babe.”
“Oh, no,” you tried to match his energy. Grabbed the hem of the t-shirt you had been wearing like a dress around the house and pulled it over your head unceremoniously. “Oops. I can’t seem to control myself.” Needless to say, you were a terrible actress.
“What have you done?” Taehyung looked away as if he would be in trouble if he laid his eyes on your naked body. “Please, this is improper. Keep yourself decent until I find the antidote.” And he kept a dramatic hand over his eyes, as you stood there, slightly getting lost in just looking at his back and his exposed muscles.
The boy turned to peek at you over his shoulder when you still hadn’t answered. It was obviously your turn. “Uh- right. Um… The only antidote, uh… Is your dick—” You couldn’t even finish the sentence before you broke out cackling.
“Yah!” he whined again. “I said stop laughing! Is this a joke to you?” You nodded between your snickers. “Come on!” he continued.
“I’m sorry, it’s just that…” you mumbled as you whipped away a tear or two from your eyes. “One day you’re a chimney sweeper, here to sweep my chimney, the next you’re a lamplighter here to turn me on, a log driver here to drive your log into me— I can’t keep up! It’s too hilarious!”
This time a skilled sorcerer that had accidentally given you a powerful love potion. You had to give it to him for the imagination and determination, that’s for sure. You were just too clownish to compete with him and thought it ruined the mood. Although he never seemed to agree with you on that.
“Well, what’s wrong with that?” he murmured with a pout on his lips, scratching the back of his head. “I’m just trying to make this fun.”
A gush of guilt washed through your body. You quickly reached out to him, grabbing his arms. “Oh, no, please, my Lord,” you called him with wide eyes. Getting back into character right away. “I can’t help myself. I need you right now. Please, my Lord, I’m begging you to end my suffering!”
You noticed how the corner of his lips twitched before he cleared his throat and looked at you seriously. “Ma’am, I-”
You interrupted him by crashing your lips on his. Body pinned against his as you swallowed him down desperately. And when you spoke again your voice was rough and coarse, coming out in a deep whisper. “Please, fuck me hard. I need you so bad.” And you weren’t lying.
You felt his hands hold you by the waist with strength. And he growled. “Well, I guess you should never ignore a lady’s pleas,” he rasped. Then pushed on the bed, before quickly climbing on top of you. “Do not worry, ma’am. I will make the pain go away.”
True to his promise, he didn’t waste any more time. Put two fingers in his mouth to wet them well before lowering them on your clit. And you gasped out. “Ah, thank you! This is much better.” You were always better at role-playing while he was actually touching you since none of it was acting. Taehyung growled at the way you were moaning, and you would have thought he forgot to stay in character.
But then he spoke again as his fingers traveled further down to play with your folds. “This is very wrong, ma’am. Letting me feel you up when you are such a respectable Lady. What if your husband found you like this?”
“I have a husband?” you chirped. And the boy frowned, pressing both of his fingers inside of you harshly, making you yelp. “Right! I do!” you gasped. And then moaned loudly as he started curling them deeply. “I don’t care, my Lord. You are the only one I want from now on. You are the one I love.” Words flowing off your tongue so easily, even though you had never uttered them in any other context.
Then again, like I said, none of this was acting anymore.
His expression didn’t change, although his breathing got a little more rugged. Focused on making your mouth drop from pleasure, getting you ready for the rest of the night. Something that by then he had learned to do so fast and easily.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked you after he had you nearing your orgasm. “Are your urges satisfied?” But you shook your head frantically. “What?”
“More,” you mouthed.
He scoffed. “What more could you possibly want?” Punctuating every word with a harder thrust of his fingers.
You clawed at his back, eyes slowly moving to the back of your head. “You! I want you inside of me, my Lord. Please…”
Taehyung withdrew his fingers, and you were about to whine when you noticed the quick work he was making of his pants to free himself. “Is that the only way you’ll be cured?”
“Yes!”
His dick was already nudging your entrance. “Alright, baby,” he replied, breaking character. “I’ll fuck you real good right now.”
He moaned louder than you as he slid inside. Grabbed your legs and pushed them against your belly to level himself over your body as he began his fast and deep thrusts. At that point, you were so close, you lowered your land over your clit to rub a couple of circles before you were reaching your orgasm. Drawing a string of curses from him as he felt your walls fluttering around him.
“You came,” Taehyung groaned after you had come down your high completely. “Have you been healed, then?”
But you shook your head, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down for a bruising kiss, messy by the rhythm of his thrusts. “No,” you answered what you knew he wanted to hear. “The potion will only fade after you’ve made me come thrice more.”
He called out, visibly wincing before he let his head drop and his sweaty forehead hit your shoulder. “No, babe— I won’t last that long,” he breathed.
“Oh, okay. Um, then… It will only fade after you’ve finished inside me.”
Taehyung cried out at your words. And he bit down your shoulder hard, making you moan as well, as he started picking up the pace. “That’ll happen fast if you keep talking like that.” He pulled his mouth off your shoulder and let it travel up your neck, nibbling at it.
You smirked as you dipped your fingers in his hair, gathering as much as you could in a tight fist. “Please, my Lord,” you rasped in his ear, enjoying yourself a little too much as you listened to his whines and moans. The way your words affected him. “I need you to fill me up with your cum.” Another groan from him, sucking on your neck painfully hard. “I won’t be satisfied until I’m dripping with your seed.”
“You filthy whore,” Taehyung groaned. He grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them on the bed, drawing some distance between your bodies. “You’ll get pregnant with my child instead of your husband’s if I do that.”
Taehyung’s breeding kink was no secret at that point. And even though you both knew you were on the pill, you didn’t mind feeding into his desires. So you arched your back, trying to reach his mouth again. “Lord, yes!” you yelped. “I’ll only be saved if you give me your babies, my Lord. If you make me yours forever.”
"Fuck.” His hips were faltering and you could tell he was close. He finally let you kiss him again- he always loved kissing you while he orgasmed. And just a couple of pumps later you felt his cum shooting inside you. Taehyung shook, his arms barely holding his body over yours and not crushing you, and then he fell next to you.
You allowed a couple of minutes to pass for him to catch his breath and come back on earth. And then you tapped him on the shoulder. “We have a problem.”
His head whipped to your side immediately, eyes going as wide as possible. “What? What is it? Did I do something wrong?” A hand on your belly as he held you cautiously.
You bit your lip. “I don’t think the spell was broken.”
Taehyung groaned as he sighed in relief. And then he chuckled. “You scared me.” He turned on his side and wrapped his arms and legs all around your body, cuddling into you. “Good,” he whispered. “I don’t want it to.”
You smiled shyly. “Me neither.”
It wasn’t much, but it felt like the closest you’d ever come to saying you love each other. And you basked in the happiness the moment brought you.
“Amy,” you heard him mumble after a bit, while you were drawing circles over his bare back absentmindedly.
You hummed in response.
“Can I introduce you as my girlfriend?” It was so soft you barely heard it. But when you turned to blink at him, he quickly jumped at the opportunity to explain himself. “I’m not saying we have to be boyfriend and girlfriend any other day of the week, just, you know… just for the festival next week and the people that we’ll be meeting there.”
Oh, his festival…
You couldn’t tell if his cheeks were all red because of the way he had just tired himself out, or the bashfulness you had started seeing more and more on him. If it was the latter, it must have been contagious; your face flaring up and a need to hide it from his gaze overcoming you. Words like these you never mentioned. But, boy, did they make your stomach flip!
“Okay…” you swallowed, a smile fighting to appear that you could barely hold back. “You can call me your girlfriend.” It tickled your lips just to say it, and you broke out into a giggle, finally burring your head in the crook of his neck. You heard him mimic your laugh with his deep voice, holding you tighter.
Girlfriend.
Perhaps it wasn’t what you had agreed on when you had decided to keep seeing each other, always in secret and always without letting too many emotions get in the way, but you would be lying if it didn’t fit your current situation. You met up every day, and it wasn’t even for sexual reasons most of the time. You spent time together, and not because you had nothing better to do, but because you wanted to. You slept most nights, ate, or even worked together. Basically, any time you could escape your two friends, you knew you’d be spending it with each other. You obviously weren’t seeing any other guys, and you thought even if Taehyung wanted to see other girls, there was no way he had the time to.
You claimed you didn’t know what this was but introducing you as his girlfriend to the people he works with made too much sense.
“What about Jimin?” you asked him them. “If he comes, too, won’t he find out about us?”
Taehyung didn’t miss a beat. “Oh, I won’t tell him to come.” He took your hand and placed it over his hair, a sign he wanted pets- something that he also did quite often. Taehyung loved your pets so much he all but purred as he rubbed his face on your chest like a little tiger.
You gasped. “Oh, no! The betrayal!”
“Shut up,” he laughed at you.
“You sure you’ll be alright without your soulmate by your side for one night?”
He just hummed. “It’s alright, I’ll have you.”
Even more butterflies in your stomach, but you ignored them. Although they didn’t seem to go away, not for the entire rest of that week. In fact, the closer you got to the opening night of his photography festival, the worst they got. Excitement to be finally out in the open with him. To be walking by his side as everyone sees you as a couple. You randomly thought about that throughout your days and had to stop and feel up your cheeks as they burned. You had to come up with a good lie (even though you were terrible at acting) to tell Yoonji why you couldn’t spend Friday night with her. And, most importantly, you had to find something nice to wear; you had to impress as Kim Taehyung’s girlfriend, right?
You were nervous like you were going on your first date when Taehyung came to pick you up. But then when you saw him, fidgeting and slightly sweating as he was waiting for you next to his car, you realized he was even more anxious. Perhaps because he had two things to be jumpy about; you and his work. So whatever worries you had instantly melted away as you walked up to him and gave him a peck on the lips. Your job naturally turning into making him feel better.
“Hey,” he called, a little surprised as he clearly hadn’t noticed you. He looked you up and down. And when his eyes met yours again they were so much brighter. “You’re gorgeous.”
You didn’t think it was anything too extravagant, just a classy cocktail dress to fit with the dress code. Although you had done your hair and makeup really nicely. And perhaps that was the only time he had ever seen you so dolled up. But still, you thought that was nothing compared to him.
“Not as gorgeous as you,” you told him. You had no idea he could look so good in a suit, with his normally curly and messy hair pushed back to expose his forehead. Your hand wrapped around his tie to pull him down for another kiss, a little deeper. And then you looked at him with a confident smile. “Tonight is going to be amazing, baby.”
“Let’s hope so,” he said with a chuckle.
The gallery was packed, even though it was still so early. And even though your heart was beating ten times faster than normal, you had to appear as casual as possible. So you just smiled at the photographer as he led you inside. But when you felt his hand reach for your own, everything calmed down a bit. He was holding your hand! He was holding your hand and walking you around the room like he had nothing to hide. It drove you insane!
You had so many people to meet. From his boss, to his coworkers, to other artists he had met at some point, journalists and critics. And as promised, he always did so with a soft “This is my girlfriend, Amy.” And then you got praised for the kind of man you had by your side, or he got praised for the kind of catch that you were. You heard the nicest things in just some time. And you heard Taehyung refer to you as his girlfriend so much you almost got used to it already. Even though you didn’t know if something like that could ever be possible.
The collection was stunning. Every photo following an easy-to-grasp timeline, some of them taken by your man and others not. Most of them black and white, some with people as their subjects and others with nature. You recognized the Manor in a couple of them, clearly taken by Taehyung. Before you recognized yourself.
“I hope you don’t mind,” he whispered at you when he saw your eyes falling on that one picture of you in the garden with what Taehyung called fairies. It was up there, with the rest of them, and it astonished you just how well it fit with the aesthetic. How you could look so well it seemed like you were a paid model.
“I don’t mind…” you mumbled and turned to look at him. “I love it.” Your face was beaming and so was his. Smiling down at you with the rawest emotions reflecting in his eyes. And he leaned slightly down, his lips parting. And you didn’t know if he was about to kiss you or repeat your words with an added meaning to them. Taking a deep breath as you waited for his move, lost in thought- everything around you just a buzz, just a blur.
His eyes widened. And he didn’t say anything. He didn’t kiss you. Instead, he grabbed you and shoved you aggressively to the side. Stumbling as you bumped and disappeared into the crowd.
You were about to go off, turning to glare at him -like what the fuck even was that?- when he called out to someone you couldn’t see.
“Jimin! Yoonji!”
Oh, shit!
Taehyung had his arms stretched out as he moved as farther away from you as he could. And you quickly looked around you, trying to find somewhere to hide.
“What’re you guys doing here?” Taehyung breathed with an extremely big smile on; dead give away it was fake. “I told you- you didn’t have to come!” he spoke through his teeth.
“You really thought I’d miss my best friend’s festival?” Jimin’s sweet voice sounded.
“Ha, of course… Why would I think that?” It was becoming apparent why his plan was stupid just about now. You peeked over your shoulder to see them hugging in greeting before you quickly turned back around. Staring at a random picture and hoping they wouldn’t notice you.
“Where did Amy go?” Yoonji asked.
Well, fuck. They did notice you.
Taehyung choked. “Wha- What? Who? Who’s that?”
You heard your ex-roommate scoff in her very characteristic way. “My best friend, Amy!”
“Ah…” Taehyung pretended he only then realized what she was talking about. You know what? He wasn’t a great actor either after all. “I don’t kno- She’s not here, why would she be here? That’s crazy. What are you-”
“There she is,” Jimin announced, probably with a pointed finger as well. “Ames!”
Your entire body tensed up. But you didn’t move; perhaps if you didn’t move they wouldn’t be able to see you.
“Amy!” Yoonji’s voice sounded louder.
Don’t move, don’t move, don’t move! Just look at the picture. What a great picture, right? Move closer so that you can look at it better. Wow, so interesting!
“Ames!” Yoonji called you one last time as she tapped your shoulder and you jumped up.
You finally turned to look at them. “Oh? Oh my God…. Hey guys!” you exclaimed, trying to look surprised even though your sweating was probably so obvious. You looked at all three of them. “I didn’t know you’d be here, too! What are you all doing here? This is amazing.”
Jimin narrowed his eyes at you. “You didn’t know Taehyung would be at his own festival?”
You turned your shocked face towards the man that was mentioned. “This is your festival?” you squeaked. “Wow, that’s great. It’s- it’s amazing. Good job.”
You heard Yoonji groan while Jimin burst into laughter. And all you and Taehyung could do was stare at them with wide eyes and your palms sweating more and more, as they looked at each other and communicated without even speaking.
“Oh my God, you guys!” the girl finally snarled, rolling her eyes and folding her arms over her chest. “Drop the act. We already know you’re a… thing.”
“Whaaat?” you squealed in a high-pitched voice. But quickly realized there was no use. Your face dropped. “What?” you repeated in a deeper voice and a frown. “Since when?”
-One month ago-
Yoonji put the key she had never returned in the door of your apartment, getting in. It wasn’t even an emergency or anything, just wanted to drop by to see you. The silence of the place let her know instantly that you were still sleeping though.
“Ugh, that girl…” she sighed. “She’s always sleeping in so late, it’s a wonder she is ever on time for her morning classes! I really don’t know how she can survive without me around here.” And she casually walked into your bedroom. Not anything weird, she always did that. There were no boundaries or secrets between the two of you.
Well, that was what she thought before she saw you asleep in some guy's arms.
“Oh shit!” she gasped, keeping quiet.
She almost turned immediately around to leave the room, but then she realized you hadn’t told her about any guys. So who the fuck was that?
“No fucking way!” she mouthed when she recognized who that handsome face belonged to. “Jimin”! You won’t believe what I just saw!” she cried at her phone once she was back outside the house. “Amy and Taehyung are fucking!”
“Ha! I knew it!” the boy on the other end of the call yelped. “I told you something would happen. I told you he liked her.”
Yoonji was looking back at the closed door as she was walking away, still processing the news. “Well, I knew he liked her, too,” she mumbled. “I just didn’t think she’d go for it.”
“Okay, but how do you know they’re fucking?”
“Just caught them in bed together.”
“Juicy. Did they see you?”
The girl shook her head before she remembered he couldn’t see her. “No, no, they were sleeping. And I just left, I didn’t know what to do.” She thought about the situation she had just been in a bit clearer as she walked farther and farther away. The shock wearing off a bit. And she was just surprised she hadn’t yelled at you right then. “I can’t believe this- how long has this been happening? Why didn’t she tell me anything?”
“Uh…” Jimin hummed as he thought about it. “They are probably too embarrassed to admit it. Or maybe it’s nothing serious and they don’t want to tell us.”
“Still! How could she do that to me?” her voice sounded hurt right before she got happy again. “Do you realize how amazing this is, though? We can go on double dates all together now!”
“See, this is exactly why she didn’t tell you.”
Yoonji scoffed. “Whatever. I’ll wait until she tells me and then I’ll kill her. Deal?”
“You bitch!” you gasped, your mouth dropping. “You knew all this time? And you didn’t tell me anything?”
“You didn’t tell me anything first!” Yoonji whined just as loud as you.
You took in a deep breath, ready to argue with her more. But then sighed in defeat. “Touché.”
And Yoonji was immediately by your side, hooking her arm around yours and bouncing slightly. “Whatever, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that now we know! And you have to tell me from the start!” she mumbling in excitement. “I want to know everything…” Her eyes traveling up and down Taehyung as she dragged out that last word.
The boy immediately looked at you with wide eyes. “Uh, Amy?” he begged with a shaky voice.
You quickly shook your head, closing your eyes in reassurance. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell her everything.”
"I bet it started at the Manor," Yoonji continued. "How was it, anyway? Would you recommend it?"
"Oh, it was definitely haunted," Taehyung murmured. "But yeah, I'd recommend it."
Jimin was off to the side, chuckling as he watched the way you all reacted. Then he pulled his girlfriend kindly off you. “Great. Now that it’s official, I guess we can finally go on those double dates Yoonji wants so much.”
The way Taehyung and you shared an awkward look didn’t go by unnoticed.
“Wait,” Yoonji was quick to intervene. “Is it official, though? Are you guys just fucking or are you in love or something?”
The words alone knocked all the air out of your lungs. And when you turned slowly to the side to look at the photographer, he seemed to be in a very similar position. Staring at each other with your faces turning beet red. Staring because you didn’t know who would speak first. And you didn’t know who would speak first because you didn’t know what you should say. You weren’t just fucking, right? But could you say you were in love? What if you tried to say that and he said the other at the same time?
That wasn’t the thing you had agreed on. All you had agreed on was being boyfriend and girlfriend just for tonight. Just for all these strangers. So what were you to your friends? What were you to yourselves?
“Yoonji, you have such a talent for putting people in an awkward spot,” Jimin broke the silence. It allowed you to chuckle and look away for a moment, perhaps hoping you had avoided the question altogether. But Taehyung cleared his throat.
“She’s my girlfriend tonight,” he said with a hand in the small of your back. That was good, that was safe. Just what you had agreed on.
“What do you mean tonight?” Yoonji chimed in. “She won’t be tomorrow?”
There we go again; same situation. You looked up at Taehyung to read his reaction, but he was avoiding your eyes. “She…” he mumbled. And you were hanging by his lips. “She can. If she wants to.”
You didn’t even have enough time to process his words before both Yoonji and Jimin turned to you, looking at you expectingly. And you opened your mouth but were too flustered to speak. Eyes on you making you freeze.
“Well?” Jimin pressed you.
“Wha- you guys are insane,” you breathed out, a heat covering your entire face. And you fanned yourself as you tried to fight the smile -or laugh- that was threatening to break out, rendering you completely unable to speak. But when you finally met Taehyung’s eyes, too, and they were just as nervous, you snorted. “Of course I’ll be his girlfriend tomorrow, too. I have been his girlfriend for a while now.”
The relief that washed over his features made you unable to hold back your flustered grin. And you buried your face in his arm, hating that you had to do this in such a public place. With an audience, too. But not enough to distract from the pure euphoria you were feeling right then.
“So you guys are in love or something!” Yoonji shrieked, jumping up in celebration.
“I am,” Taehyung said. No hesitation this time. Just a sweet smile as he looked down at you, waiting for you to stop hiding away.
And when you did, you smiled up at him as well. “Me too,” you whispered. Your eyes were locked, staring intensely as your smiles kept growing more and more. And once again you were lost in thought- everything around you just a buzz, a blur.
And he leaned down to give you a soft kiss.
“I love you,” he mouthed.
“I love you, too.”
The first time you said it. First of many to come.
The end!
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Another self-indulgent piece I came with last night at 1am.
Author’s note: Angst, kinda fluff. The characters here are Dabi, Natsuo, Rei and y/n. And a small originial one, he. Also, let me know if you’d like a part two!
Rencounter [Part 1?]
There was blood all over the places, heroes saving the ones who were waiting for hope under pieces of concrete, missing kids looking or their parents, total mayhem. But that was not it, as if that chaos was not enough, a broken human being was broadcasting live his story, telling the world that him, Touya Todoroki, better known as Dabi was Endeavor's first son, abused and tortured, used as an object for his own ego and selfishness. A kid tossed aside who ended up being a monster because of his father's sins.
You didn't even know when it happened, but the fight got even bigger, backups arrive and a few bullets got into Dabi's body in an attempt knocking him down, but his adrenaline and his pain were keeping him awake, taking pain. He had suffered more than that. Another building collapsed, filling the surroundings with dust and blinding the witnesses. You ran over Dabi, who was now laying on the floor because of the blood loss and probably because of the strong emotions he was having. You could see it among the dusty space, Endeavor walking towards you. He looked defeated, wounded as if he had committed the worst of crimes, and in fact, he did.
''Take him away from here'' he said.
He didn't know you, but he quickly assumed what he meant to you by the way you were begging him to open his eyes.
After making Dabi stand back on his feet, barely awake you held him by his waist and held his writs as his arm was across your neck. You dragged him into an alley, all alone and away from everyone's sight. An old friend owned you a favor, and better said, this 'friend' had said you could call him anytime, for anything, so you had to call him immediately once you felt trapped and almost in despair without knowing what to do or where to go.
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''Thank you, Hao'' you said from the back seat to the old man driving in the middle of the night.
''Don't thank me. You're my sunflower's grandaughter, how could I leave you there?'' He said with a relaxed smile, despite having a wounded villain in the backseat, and you smile at the nickname.
''I would always be thankful for this, you can't stop me'' You laughed weakly. ''Are you sure is it safe there?''
''It is'' He spoke slowly ''There are a few people in the village, and they know me too so, they shouldn't bother you. Besides, the house is quite far from the village so maybe no one will know you're there''
''You can... You can leave me a few steps away. I know it is hard for you to be there'' you looked out the window, caressing Dabi's hair.
''Ah, don't worry about it little cherry. Good memories are good to be remembered, and in that house, your grandmother and I were happier than anyone. Time was little but wise.''
You felt a tear running down your cheek and you couldn't tell if it was because of Hao's words or because of the wounded and deplorable Dabi resting in your lap, whining when the car went over a bump. Hao understood you better than anyone, he was... The only person you could trust this hiding and help. A long time ago, he was your grandmother's lover, a secret relationship that no one knew of. She decided to leave her husband and ran away with Hao, a young thief at that time, a man who worked for the ones that paid, a man who did things that not even the wind knows about. A man who loved your grandmother despite his actions. In the end, faith played its part and took them away from each other, but their love was the greatest you've heard of, and the relationship you had with Dabi was pretty similar. As a child, you couldn't comprehend why your blood grandparent didn't like him, and you could understand it when you were older, when your grandmother told you to find a love like that one on her lasts minutes of life. You could swear your grandmother was there, smiling with compassion as she looked at you, telling you to be brave and stay by his side. Just as she did with Hao.
You were so deep in your thoughts that you couldn't notice when you arrived, but there you were. An old and feudal looking house in the middle of the countryside, and you could see the small lights from the village a few miles away. Hao helped to take Dabi out and get him inside the house.
As you set the tatami on the floor, the old man light up the fireplace and left you a bowl of warm water and some towels.
''I'll be in the village if you need anything'' He said standing up.
''Thank you, again. As soon as all of this chaos is over I'll make you some dumplings'' you said giving him a tired but honest smile.
''I don't think they'll be as good as the ones your grandmother used to make, but I'll give them a try'' Hao laughed and patted your shoulder. ''Be sure of remembering him that you love him. A man like him needs to remember that''
Those were the lasts words he said before leaving the house. You heard the car engine start again as the sound vanished faster.
You get rid of Dabi's clothes, leaving him only in his underwear and covered with a blanket until mid torso. His body was wounded, there was dry blood around the staples and you were sure one was infected, was it gonna be his end? You could only wait. You hand washed his clothes and set them next to the fireplace. Using the towels and a bit more clean warm water, you washed his body softly, his face, his arms. He looked so different with his eyes closed and a calm expression on his face. Once you were done, you laid by his side, supporting your body weight on your shoulder so you could look at him and wondered how he would look like without his scars, just curiosity though, because you loved him. Scars and all. And then, another painful yet beautiful moment came to your head.
''Stop looking. You fucking weirdo'' Dabi said with his eyes closed, a hand behind his head.
''I'm not looking'' You lied, laughing and pressing a kiss on his cheek making him open your eyes and give you a look.
''Besides a weirdo, you're a terrible liar'' He lifted an eyebrow and smiled at you.
''Well, sorry. I can't help looking at the handsome naked bastard by my side.'' You kept your smile and kissed him again but he scoffed.
''Bastard yes, but I'm far from being handsome dollface. I look like a fucking puzzle, made out of different parts'' He laughed, but you knew he meant every word.
''Listen here, you jerk'' You said straddling his hips ''I like you. Every part of you. The scars around your eyes'' You pressed a soft kiss on the burnt skin ''Your jaw, and mouth,'' again, you pressed kisses along his jaw and a chaste kiss on his lip ''Your neck,'' repeating the actions, you got to his chest ''This I love too'' you kissed his scarred chest, longer than the other kisses ''I don't care how you look like. Your scars? They're a reminder of how strong you are, of how many shits you were able to take. And here you are. Alive, with me'' You caressed his cheek with your hand, and he was at a loss for words.
Pulling you from your nape, he crashed his lips on yours. It was a soft yet deep kiss, and you could feel everything that he wanted to say to you. I love you, I fucking love you.
Knock knock.
The sound took you out of your thoughts and you were back in the old house, Dabi still sleeping, but now? He was looking a bit more uncomfortable. He was sweating, his breathing was more erratic, he looked like he had a fever and maybe the infection he had was causing problems.
You stood up and walked to the door, was it that Hao forgot something? You were expecting to see him, but when you opened the main door your jaw draw and your eyes got wider.
''W-what... What are you- How are you here?'' You asked in disbelief.
''We,'' Natsuo took a deep breath, he looked as if he had been running ''We followed you. But the taxi driver left us quite far from here because he said the road was too lonely,'' He stopped again and took a deep breath ''We just assume you were here and not in the village''
''Please, where is he'' Rei, holding his hand on his thighs and trying to catch her breath said ''I need to see him''
You weren't sure about what to say, Dabi exposed Endeavor earlier and maybe the hero society was about to end, and they were there. Wanting to see the most wanted criminal. Or should I say, their son and brother.
They walked in as you closed the door behind you and guide them to where Dabi was laying. Natsuo stopped right in his tracks, breath caught in his throat as his eyes filled with tears at the sight of his older brother. Rei, on the other hand, looked calmer but she was processing everything. The son she thought was dead was there, breathing.
They both walked and sat on the floor next to him as you sat on the other side. Rei took his hand as a tear escaped from her eyes and Natsuo layed a hand on her shoulder.
''Is he... Is he ok?'' She asked you shyly.
''I don't know, he's been sweating and... And I don't know what to do, he has lost a lot of blood and even though I took it off, it looks as if one of the staples got infected''
''Good thing I came prepared'' Natsuo let out a sad smile, grabbing his bag. Right, he worked in the medical field so he knew what to do.
As he cleaned and disinfected the red area, Rei was still looking at him. And the expressionless face she had in the begging was now one full of sadness, pain, and remorse. You and Natsuo exchanged a few words, it was not the best way of meeting each other but there you were. When he was done, he sat back next to his mother, both of them looking at the body resting on the tatami. It was hard, for both of them. Dabi looked unrecognizable, the only familiar trait was his hair. Now white, after washing it in front of Endeavor. His eyes were familiar too, but those turquoise eyes were closed. Rei felt filled with guilt, she couldn't save him and now he was a wanted villain, a man that had lost everything. Her son was there but at the same time, it was not. Natsuo felt that way too, and he remembered every time Dabi told him he wanted to disappear, all the times that he questioned his existence, and he wanted nothing more than to apologize and to ask him a lot of questions. It was his big brother after all. And you? You wanted to kiss him, to tell him how much you love him, to make him remember that he was not alone, that he had you by his side. After a few minutes of long silence, Dabi's voice made you all looked in awe.
''Please... Please just...'' His voiced crack and he furrowed his eyebrows, he was having a nightmare ''Just make it stop,'' the sweat was more evident as he spoke, his heartbeat going faster ''I can't take it anymore, it hurts, it fucking hurts'' His voice was stronger in the last sentence, and Rei and Natsuo had no clue on what to do.
''Dabi?'' You called his name, hand on his hair.
''I'll train harder tomorrow, dad'' He hissed, it was as if he was feeling everything he felt back then ''Just let me go with mom today, please'' It was the first time you heard such words, such vulnerability. And your heart was breaking more and more ''I'll be a hero but give me time'' He hissed again, a cracking sound leaving his throat ''But please make it stop'' this time his voice was low, a rare high pitch resembling pain ''It's hurting me''
Tears were rolling down your cheeks, and the two other Todoroki's were looking like you too. You were all broken in front of such words, knowing all the pain that Endeavor made him go through when he was just a child.
''Mom...'' He called out and Rei opened his eyes and got closer to him ''Help me'' Dabi's eyes were still closed and he had a painful furrowed expression ''Make this stop, I beg you'' Rei put a hand over her mouth, controlling her sobs.
''Dabi, hey. Wake up, c'mon'' You said, leaving various kisses on his forehead. ''You're here, with me. It is me, y/n'' you said again, and you moved in such way his head was now on your thigh, as you spoke against his forehead. He opened his eyes, and the two other white-haired surprise guests were even more in shock when they saw the color of his eyes. Same as Enji, same as Shoto.
''Y/n?'' He said weakly, smiling tiredly when he recognized you and only you in his deplorable and wounded state ''You're still here''
''Of course, I'm here... I'm not leaving you'' You whispered, and noticed how his eyes moved towards Natsuo, and Rei.
''Did I fucking die already?'' His voice was raspy and he coughed, closing his eyes again.
''Let's give them some space, mom. We will come back when he's awake'' Natsuo told to her mother, trying to ease her crying as he stood up and walked out of the room, giving you a look that said take care of him, we'll be here when he's better.
''Y/n'' Dabi called, making you look at him again
''Yes?'' You said, still playing with his white locks, some of them still looked a bit grey because of the black hair dye he used.
''Don't let my father come near me, it still hurts'' He was having delirious again, and you noticed when his eyes looked disoriented.
''I won't... It is just you and me, ok? I won't leave your side, I promise''
He gave you one last look before closing his eyes one more time, the medicaments Natsuo gave him were working, and the sweat was becoming less and less. He was going to be better by the morning, now, the real question was... How was he going to react with his mother and his brother there? You prayed it didn't affect any of them, but the truth was that it was going to be impossible to control their emotions, after all... They still shared blood, and the two of them? There were just two more victims of a man's sins, of a past that still haunts them. However, as long as you were by Dabi's side, you were going to hold his hand just as you were doing now, because there was no way in hell you were going to leave him. Not a chance, even if the things morning next were going to be complicated, you were going to be there for him. With him.
With Dabi, or Touya. It doesn't matter. He was the man you loved, and despite the hardness of things you were going to be there.
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I did my homework and i did my chores, time to tackle on the third book of this series, Son of Ogre
Chapter 1
Okay but the fuck is Baki planning to do if he stops fighting? That's literally all he has, he's not smart
WOOH THATS A BIT REALISTIC
PREHISTORIC ELEPHANT?!
King just went to have a snack. Also FUCK does that meat look tasty FUCKKK
This baby so cute 🥺
I'm so glad Yuji is doing stupid hilarious shit again it had been a while
Congrats on Baki for that mantis
Chapter 2
Who tf is this kid?
Poor kid lmao, i assume he will meet Baki
Look at my boyyy
HSTSRFAYDF DON'T CALL HIM A MANLET
Imagine Baki actually kills this kid HSJDYSSHCBT
Third comment with a ton of likes is "we do not condone child violence. We do, however, find it hilarious"
Chapter 3
AH SHUT UPPP KIDDO
But i like Baki memeing a round a lil
Chapter 4
🥺🥺 that's so sweet...
HELLOOOO STRYDUM MY GOD YOUR TITS GOT FATTER SIR 😳😳
Yujiro is such a fucking threat to society lmao
I love seeing Baki with his eyes open, he's looking more like his old self
Oh, shadow boxing incoming, alright
Chapter 5
Yuri? 🥺 /j
THE RETURN OF IRON MICHAEL?!
Chapter 6
I love how there's our silly little mains after every cover LUV em <33
Baki just dissociating his ass out and using it on his favor, the king
Why is Baki eating sour prunes aren't those meant to be sweet?
We all salivating
Chapter 7
Love to see there are even more swears there now
I can put my face next to my foot too tho
FAGDRJSEHARD YUJIRO CAN BEAT THE CANCER HOW ICONIC 😍
Also i would LOVE to see Yuji fight an Orca
WHAT?!
I love how everyone in the comments is calling out Rumina for not seeing issue going down to a dark hidden basement with a shirtless man older than him
Chapter 8
"piggy back me" USHSYFLFUDSY
This fight is going to be good
Chapter 9
Imagine Baki dies right here right know against an imaginary mantis lmao
Okay Baki getting damaged makes sense but the WALL?
Baki's dead (GOD IT HAS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I HAVE SAID THAT)
Ffs it's true Baki COULD create himself a stand 😰
Chapter 10
OH FUCK IT'S TRUE
Chapter 11
This fight is so boring i had to take a 6 hour break
Baki just can't win against nature eh
This reminds me of Garland pulling a suplex on that Anaconda
Chapter 12
I can't wait for the main cast to ACTUALLY appear, instead of just, you know, them in the covers
This fight is slow but cool but slow
To fight a mantis you must think like a mantis 😎
Though it's true in this manga you will most likely win if you steal your opponent techniques so
Chapter 13
I MISS IGARI FUCKKK
This is so dumb i luv it
That mantis be swearing lmao
Love it when Baki goes full Yujiro
Chapter 14
TOBA...
Holy fuck do mantis fly?
Secret Chapter?
Is this how Yujiro got born?
Idk girl i would have killed him if i was you
WHAT.
I KNOW THOSE FROGS THEY ARE FROM PUERTO RICO I THINK
I might just be sleepy but this is so confusing
AKSHSKGSKSGSJSG JUST KILL THE BABY IT AINT THAT HARD
Chapter 15
GAIA...
Why is he like this?
Is "he" with us right now?
...gotta admit that IS true...
I love Strydum sksgwhwg
Yujiro really went XD
I don't think my man Arun in the comments is aware how gay what he said is, though maybe I'm wrong
Chapter 16
GOD THESE FUCKING COVERS MAKING ME SO NOSTALGIC, LOOK AT SPEC!
ANIME KENNEDY?!
I can't believe Bush is dead
AN ASIAN BOY HAS JUST KIDNAPPED THE PRESIDENT...
8 of January? My god he's a Capricorn
I'm sorry, what?
LAHQIGWKQFWKSFWIWG 😭😭
I love Baki so much, THIS IS THE KID THAT I MISSED SO MUCH
This explains why Baki was in prison clothes in the anime teaser
Chapter 17
BIG NUMBER
That one mf like 😐
Glad Baki is 18 now at least 😌
Love to see Oliva back
Chapter 18
This page not even bothering to charge the pages anymore
I'm sure there were better ways to go to jail, well, actually, no, but still
Toba used to just chew that off
Baki did that mantis hit you in the head too hard?
I. I watched way too many prison movies and shows. I don't like seeing someone as young and pretty as Baki in such a place. I rlly don't.
Chapter 19
Yanagi baby i miss you...
IRON MICHAEL?!
Mfkhsjsys 😳🥴
Eh got my hopes too high
CHE BAKI PIBE... LA PUTA MADRE NI ACA ME ESCAPO DE MIS COMPATRIOTAS
I hope he swears too i want to see a boludo o pelotudo PLEASE
I mean para pelotudos lo veo a Yujiro todo el tiempo pero igual JSGWKEGWG me pone bien argento ver al Che carajo
Chapter 20
HE SAID BOLUDO SUAHWKWGAKSGSKSGSKGD
I can't take this omfg new fav I'm sorry Doppo but he just said boludo 😭
Pendejo is more used as pibe here but i will let it pass bc idk the lingo in Cuba and he spent some time there so
Why don't i speak like this too ffs? All i do is say eh and call it a day
He's cocky enough to call anybody any age pibe so I'll let that pass too
Por favor no lo hagas che sksgwj
Chapter 21
Che, pibe, it's a good day to die...
Chapter 22
GSHAGSTSG he should have said "no boludo"
I'm falling in love with this boludo myself
That's talented and brutal
OH RIGHT YOU LOSE YOUR BALANCE WHEN YOU DONT HAVE THAT
Chapter 23
Hm that's, cringe
YESSS HE SAID PELOTUDO
OAHWLGWKQFSKSGSJS SIII ROMPELO TODO CHE, ROMPELO TODO POR DECIRTE YANKEE KSGSSJGS
Honestly i too get pissed off when called American or European, though i won't throw shit to Baki, he's some random 18 yo japanese boy, no way he would recognize latinoamerican lingo lmao
King shit Baki boy
Chapter 24
Oh that's why he's called Jun Guevara, that's fair
I like how they are mixing a bit of truth and a bit of lie it's fun at least
Chapter 25
I like how they are drawing nipples now, occasionally
I can't wait for Viêt to complain about propaganda in the comments
OH SHIT
😳 :Y
He's sooo nice 😍
Chapter 26
Only three? You mean the third is... 👁️👁️
HAHA YEAH YUJI-CHAN <3
I can't believe he works for the USA I'm crying and shaking rn
What a progressive manga, the three strongest and most dangerous men and none of them are white 😍
GET HIS ASS BAKI
Chapter 27
Why is this guy sweating sm?
LDYDYSUGFUDT BAKI PLS
I like how the only time Baki was willing to kill a person was when he thought Sikorsky had hurt his girl
Chapter 28
I feel like Ian will die
Man i love how Baki is drawn in this book
Ffs i called it, i have watched way too many prison things to know how shit goes down
I have seen these three before in fanart but I'm curious to see what they can do
Chapter 29
Their faces remind me of Doyle
OH I CANT WAIT TO SEE EM IN THE ANIME
ASSHOLE DON'T CALL ME STUPID 😢💔
I'm gonna struggle to tell em apart but i think I'll manage
Okay I'm not the only one who thinks they look like Doyle, fair
Chapter 30
The mouth vs Yujiro when?
Someone mentioned the have the same vibe as the dudes that worked with Gaia and like 👁️👁️
Chapter 31
Lmao someone in the comments recommended the same thing
These three must be great at sex (sorry)
KSHALDHDKD NEW FAV COMMENT: "go to Japan and look for the word "defeat". That way you won't feel cocky anymore"
Chapter 32
Hehe hello Junnn~
KSHAKDHKWGS
La luna
Chapter 33
LOS TRES...
Okay that's funny, hocico instead of mouth (hocico is used for animal mouths)
I'm so glad i know Spanish
The two things that drive me insane and make me ramble are Doppo's beauty and this stupid argentinian
OSHSKWGSKSG
Chapter 34
Imagine he's doing that illusion thing Dorian did
With his own blood, that's so cool...
Hoho...!
I did that once when i had a terrible nose bleed, didn't go well
Chapter 35
This book is fucking boring NGL
"now that you got no more urine left in you"
AH.
GAHDYR LMAO
Chapter 36
HO THAT TITLE, PLEEEASE I NEED SOMETHING, ANYTHING, TO HAPPEN
HHH he kinda cute...
Oww :(
JDJSJFRGAJ
God piantao is an old word i had never heard it before
AND he took a piss.
LOCO NO SEAS HOMOFÓBICO NINGUNA MINA ACA ES MEJOR QUE ESTE PIBITO TE LO ASEGURO SKSGSKGSJAAGS
Se me cayó un ídolo y yo que le quería dar 😔
ÑSHWQLSGOSGDKW
Let's see if he lied to Baki about just liking eh /j
Chapter 37
I luv Oliva lol
AJSGSKSLAGHS BAKI SNAPPED
I too wonder where the fuck Kozue is
Chapter 38
LSHSLDGSLSGSIEG
He is jealous of what you two have, it's normal, el Che just rejected his love after all ;/
Oliva is a king
OH A HANKERCHIEF I THOUGHT THAT WAS UNDERWEAR SHSGS-
Oh shit Oliva is like 45?! He looked so young
Te fuiste a la mierda, Che, el chabón estaba siendo re bueno con vos
Baki is just dead
Chapter 39
I love how realistic Che's fear is, he's rather smart, though not this time
POOR GUY AJSGSWJW
I didn't realize Che said "what more, it may be a woman!" but to be fair they ARE in jail so
Chapter 40
I'm feeling kinda bad for him ngl
I feel happy for him tho 🥺
Bruh they added one page after the ending of some naked anime girl tf 😐
Chapter 41
These prisoners having fun is kinda sweet
YO INSANE
Bitches be complaining about Maria's looks are just jealous 🥰
Chapter 42
Damn she lorge
He loves fighting naked eh
Only valid person is the one saying Oliva deserves better treatment which tbh true
Chapter 43
Fun fact i wear my jacket like El Che too, unless it's too cold
El che with the hair lose is so cute bro,,,
Something something fingering joke
Sikorski could fold a coin too
I bet the bandana will break
Chapter 44
I would have just fallen on top of him, how is he gonna counter that, eh?
Oh that super fun to know!
Oh the good ol dirty technique, i have seen this one before!
Chapter 45
NOOO MARIA DON'T DO THIS TO HIM
This fight is super cool tho i love these two characters
Chapter 46
They just keep changing the rules i think Itagaki is just flexing at this point
LAAOSFKAGSKAGSKAF???
Baki wants his protagonism back
I'm getting pissed off they keep putting semi naked underaged girls at the end of every chapter 😐
Chapter 47
Bruh just realized, the mouth got so hyped as this new cool villain and they died in their first appearance 😭
His damn bandana...
#luly talks#i hit character limit already waaa :(#but I'm too into this to stop reading lol#btg#this saga is a bit boring but el che is funny :)#baki liveblog
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And there was only one shower
Here is a fic that got inspired by a certain tiktok (this one: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMJVHQx9q/) shared in the Hazelnoots discord server and the discussion in the saucy channel thereafter. It’s my first solo fic *eek* I wrote this directly live on the server over three days nights, coming up to a surprising 6k+ words in the end, cheered on by a lovely live audience THANK YOU you know who you are! <3 Now it’s ready for the wilderness of the Internet, thanks to the rad queen of semicolons and the best beta @bkfstclubmember. All credit and gratitude to @lumosinlove for creating such an amazing universe and these lovable characters!
Soo, let’s imagine a slightly different timeline where Finn and Leo don’t kiss on their balcony and don’t get together that night, but maybe a little later. I am not thinking about the logistics too hard here because when I start to do that it will run away from me but let's say a roadie somewhere where Leo's family has relatives or a house so they can stay there, and he usually rooms with Finn so he invited him along.
Also: That is a real shower gel and description, I kid you not. I did research.
CW for smut, angst, panic attack in a shower
"There is actually only one shower, but it has like, two showerheads, so we can use that one."
A look, slightly longer-than-usual eye contact, and then Leo turned on his heel and headed up the stairs to the said shower. Finn was suddenly glad he declined the food, because his stomach dropped when he realized the implications. Was that...? It couldn't have been. But then again, why not?
He pushed all the air out of his lungs in a huge exhale, hands gripping the edges of the kitchen island where he was sitting just moments before, content to look but not touch. Never touch. Never let it be known that he liked to watch Leo cook, or read, or laugh at tiktok videos on his phone, or do anything that required his full focus for a moment and thus gave Finn a cover so it was safe to look and not be seen looking. He felt seen now. Did Leo notice? Has he noticed all along? Shit. Only one way to find out.
Finn started towards the stairs; the thudding of his steps almost drowned out by his heart beating out of his ribcage, so loud Finn was sure it was audible all the way to that cursed, blessed bathroom with only one shower.
"Are you coming? I got a towel for you. It's straight down the hall, last door on the left!" He heard Leo's voice coming closer and then he almost stumbled on the last step, his eyes taking in the miles of pale skin and long long legs, clad only in "...are those--Star Wars boxers?"
Leo looked down and then back up with a wry smile. "It's a trap?" he quipped with a raise of his eyebrows and Finn could swear he saw a challenge in his eyes.
A head tilt was his only warning before a towel hit him in the chest and Leo was retreating again, calling over his shoulder "You might wanna get naked, I heard showering in your clothes isn't nearly as effective!" followed by those same Star Wars boxers flying through the air in his direction.
"Oookay, let's do this," Finn muttered to himself and pulled off his hoodie together with the t-shirt underneath while walking down the hall and left it on the floor because nothing made sense anymore and there was a boy he really liked telling him to get naked.
Finn really really hoped this was what it looked like and at the same time it terrified him beyond imagination. Not that he hadn't imagined. He had imagined a number of things, but this actually happening? Not one of them. So far it had always been himself alone in the shower, eyes closed, trailing a hand down his own chest and imagining Leo's long fingers instead, oh god those fingers, his memory of Leo's grip on his mug of hot chocolate serving as a good enough reference for how he could grip other things and oh-- and... he might have a problem even before stepping into the bathroom if he didn't stop those thoughts now. After all, the improbable has suddenly become possible and was waiting for him on the other side of that door where the sound of running water was now beckoning him closer.
Finn pushed the door open, a cloud of steam greeting him and obscuring his vision for a moment. When it cleared, he could just about make out Leo's silhouette behind the glass partition running from wall to wall on the far end of the bathroom. The glass was now fogged up from the steam and blurred everything behind it, except for the shower door left open like an invitation. Leo's head turned towards him and Finn felt his skin heat up in response, helpless to stop the blush rising in his cheeks and willing his body to behave under Leo's gaze, at least until he had a confirmation that his longing wasn't one-sided. Until then, two could play this game, Finn thought as he stepped into the bathroom fully, letting the door close with a click and hooking his thumb in the waistband of his jeans. He could give Leo a show and see how he liked the tables turned.
Popping the button open and pulling the zipper down, Finn turned slightly so the arch of his back was in full view and threw a quick look over to Leo who stilled completely and was definitely watching him. Good, watch this, Finn thought as he slowly pushed the jeans together with his underwear down over his hips and thighs, drawing a sharp breath when his cock sprang free, thankfully still not visibly interested thanks to Finn internally freaking out even as he was leaning into the performance. He could swear that his gasp was echoed from inside the shower, but it might also just have been his imagination because the water was still running, and his thoughts were sprinting, the simple act of undressing suddenly taking forever and at the same time not nearly long enough.
They have been naked around each other plenty of times in the locker room, the showers at the rink, and then there was that one memorable time at the sauna during the team spa day... but this was different. This was deliberate. This was putting himself out there and meeting the challenge that rang clear in the room, as loud as Leo's silence and Finn's blood rushing in his ears, making him dizzy and bold at the same time.
He made sure his ass was on display as he bowed down to push his jeans over his calves, getting his socks and finally stepping out of the clothes. This time the gasp definitely wasn't just in his imagination and a satisfied smirk found its way to his lips. Still turned away from the eyes that he could now feel on his back, he straightened again, flexing just so, the way he knew made his shoulder blades look especially awesome. Reaching to grab the towel Leo threw at him earlier, he turned back to the shower and padded towards the glass door. Now or never. And never was not an option anymore.
"Took you long enough," Leo quipped after a pause as Finn stepped into the pocket of humid air in the, frankly, huge shower, sliding the glass door closed and turning the other showerhead on. Leo's voice sounded a little higher that usual and Finn couldn't guess if his cheeks were so rosy from the hot water or from his own little performance. It was a lovely look on him either way and this time Finn looked his fill, suppressing the urge to look away when the cornflower-blue eyes met his gaze and held it. Then Leo took a step towards him, and another, and another until he was right in front of Finn, still holding his gaze, their noses just shy of touching.
Finn couldn't help but take a stumbling half-step back, lips parting on a gasp, not knowing if the next sound out of his mouth would come out as a question or a plea. His eyes flicked to Leo's lips and back up, and from the corner of his eye he registered Leo's hand raising slowly and reaching towards his shoulder to-- "Use whatever you like, the shampoo and shower gel stuff is all on that shelf right there behind you. I personally like the honey and milk one the best, it smells so delicious." Leo's voice was normal again, conversational even, as he reached to grab a shampoo bottle off the shelf on the wall behind Finn's back and stepped away towards his own half of the shower.
Finn swayed after Leo's retreating figure unconsciously, his words only half-registering through the daze of suddenly having had Leo so close, naked and wet and right there--
"Harz?"
"...huh? Uhm, yea, yes. Shower gel, ah-- thanks."
Finn shook his head and ran his hand through his hair, now damp and sticking to his forehead and neck. He pressed one hand to the wall under the shelf and stared at it as if it had offended him while focusing on the coolness of the tiles to steady his still wobbly knees. Damn you, you win this one.
Turning his mind to the game they were now apparently playing, he took stock of the bottles on the shelf and spotted a winner.
"Honey and milk, you say? I personally would go for a Dark Temptation myself. A subtle, sweet fragrance with a hint of spice and hot chocolate," he read out loud from the label on the bottle before squeezing a generous amount into his palm, putting it back on the shelf and turning to face Leo again fully, drawing himself up to his full height and knowing what Leo will see when he chooses to look. Finn's cock was half-hard, not getting the memo that the moment was over before it really began, courtesy of Leo being a dirty player. Finn was eager to even the score.
"What do you say, Knutty. Is that something you would like?"
Leo was busying himself with his own bottle of shower gel, but Finn was sure he was paying attention because as soon as he turned towards him, Leo's eyes were on him. An edge of amusement played at the corner of his mouth and a hint of a challenge was visible in his posture, relaxed but ready to return the serve at the most opportune moment.
Finn shifted his weight mostly to one leg, cocking his hip playfully as Leo gave him a thorough once-over, his gaze slowly roving down Finn's body. He knew the second his plan worked by Leo's eyes widening and his shower gel bottle hitting the floor a beat later, the sound loud in the spacious shower. The hand that was holding the bottle was left grasping at air, fingers clenching on nothing and Finn noted with smug satisfaction that Leo's cock was now taking interest in the game too. If they could still call it a game. Finn wasn't backing down now; it was time to raise the stakes.
He walked towards Leo, stopping when he reached the dropped bottle which was now helplessly spinning in the water vortex flowing down the drain. Without acknowledging Leo's situation, he dropped into a crouch, retrieved the bottle and slowly looked up at Leo from under his eyelashes, now darker and clumped together with the wetness, framing his eyes prettily. He used to be insecure about it, no boy wants to be called pretty. Now, he used it to his full advantage, holding Leo's gaze as he held the bottle out to him, using every ounce of his will to stop his eyes from straying to Leo's hardening cock just inches from his face.
"You dropped something."
The little broken whimper that escaped Leo's throat almost made him break too, but Finn managed to swallow the answering sound that was building in his chest and held Leo's gaze unflinchingly, daring him to give up. To give in. Please give in.
He honestly couldn't anticipate where their next dance step would lead, but he was ready for any direction except backwards. They had passed the point of no return somewhere between the honey-scented soap suds coating Leo's strong shoulders and the background music of the water hitting the tiled floor and washing away all the pretenses. However, it still caught him unprepared when Leo dropped to his knees in front of him, ducking his head so that they were face to face and swallowing hard. His chest was heaving with gulping breaths as if he only now came up for air after being submerged underwater for too long. His eyes were flicking between Finn's searchingly, almost desperately, all playfulness from the moment before gone. Finn could drown in those blue eyes and go happily. He'd give up solid ground forever, willingly, if only Leo asked him to.
"Ask me," Finn breathed into the space between them.
Leo whimpered again, the sound like a static shock raising goosebumps on Finn's skin. Leo's hands fluttered up to Finn's face, wanting to touch but not daring for the question yet unspoken. The condensating humid air left droplets of water running like sweetwater tears down both their cheeks.
"Baby," Finn whispered again, "ask me."
Leo's whole body trembled at the endearment and his hand finally found its place cradling Finn's jaw, so careful and reverent as if he was handling a soap bubble, expecting it to burst at any second now, but trying to keep it intact for as long as possible. That is why you don't touch those, Finn's mind supplied. You look, but you don't touch. Oh.
"Oh, Leo," Finn suddenly saw that they had both been dancing to this particular tune for much longer than he realized. That for every time he had watched Leo from a distance, Leo had been yearning for him to come closer. For every locked bathroom door, there had been a too-loud music playing from Leo's room at the same time. For every late-night mug of hot chocolate Finn had brought to the boy sitting on their little balcony gazing up at the night sky, there had been a breakfast ready for him when he stumbled from his bedroom in the morning. Leo had been right there with him, neither of them brave enough to risk popping the bubble of I wonder and maybe and find that it only held air and apologies.
He covered Leo's hand on his cheek with his own, intertwining their fingers and turning his head to press a soft kiss to his palm, eyes closed for a long while, just holding this precious moment in his heart, writing it into his memories. This was the very edge of a waterfall and they were holding hands, ready to jump, high on the possibility of flight and aware of the inevitability of falling.
He heard Leo suck in a breath and felt his fingers twitch in his hold. Willing every ounce of the bravery he felt all the way to his bone marrow to pour into Leo through their joined hands, he kept his eyes closed and waited.
With the white noise of water still beating down around them and the sense of sight temporarily surrendered, he clung to Leo's pulse under his fingertips driving his own beating heart, anchoring him to the simple, undeniable fact that he wanted this with all his being. He felt the soft exhale that carried Leo's words before he heard them, his voice being the clearest sound of them all.
"Finn-- will you have me?"
Finn's yes was already on the way to meet the question the second it left Leo's lips, an affirmation of every cell in his body straining in Leo's direction.
"Yes, baby, yes, yes --if you'll have me."
He opened his eyes and was met by the most radiant smile making a home on Leo's face. I'm staring at the sun, Finn thought unbidden, his own laughter bubbling from deep within his belly, as Leo closed the distance between them, bringing their lips together. By a sheer feat of heroism, Finn kept perfectly still, letting Leo come to him, so ready to be kissed, finally-- only for Leo to stop a hair's breadth away before their lips met.
You little shit, Finn thought as Leo hovered painfully close, his whole body buzzing with the need to cross that line, and I'm so in love with you which wasn't even the most surprising event of the day if he was honest with himself. One last dance, before they collected the prize, he could give him that. One last exhale before the gravitational pull inevitably led them to crash together. Only now Finn was going to win either way, on the tail end of a second that seemed to teeter on the edge of eternity.
In the end it was a tie, with both of them leaning in at the same time and slotting together seamlessly. Something inside of Finn clicked into place as he felt Leo's soft lips on his, pressing the first close-mouthed kiss into him with the weight of his whole body behind it. They swayed in their crouched position, Finn's arm shooting out to catch himself as Leo lost his balance and landed against his chest with an oomph, his knees bracketing Finn's thigh.
The skin-on-slippery-skin contact was delicious and Finn found himself wanting more, sneaking an arm around Leo's waist and pulling him even closer, causing the other boy to burst into giggles as he squirmed away from the fingers brushing over his side.
"Leo," Finn sighed as he lifted his eyes from the collarbone in his view which he was contemplating biting down onto later, "kiss me?"
A nod, another giggle and then those soft lips were back on his again. Finn tightened his arm around Leo's back in response and was rewarded by those lips parting with a moan as Leo practically straddled his thigh, his cock trapped between their bodies. Finn didn't waste the opportunity and licked into his mouth, matched with a push for every pull. Finn was dizzy with it, a low buzz getting progressively louder underneath his skin, demanding more.
"Please," he gasped out, not knowing what exactly he was asking for, only that he wanted. Each sensation was amplified by the newness of everything, a series of firsts and oh they had so many to cross off.
Leo shifted forward with purpose then, lifting up slightly and pressing his thigh into Finn's crotch and yes, Finn wanted that first too.
"Yeah?" Leo's low purr against his temple made Finn's skin break out in goosebumps, a cascade of shivers from the crown of his head all the way to his toes. Finn let his response be in kind, meeting each roll of Leo's hips with his own, bruised knees be damned.
Finn felt like melting in the overheated air, Leo's breath hitching in his ear with each insistent grind of their hips, the steam rising from the hot water swirling around them. Leo's hands were warm, slipping for purchase on the wet skin of his chest, traveling upwards and finally landing in his hair on the nape of his neck.
But nothing burned as much as the spark at his center, feeding off their closeness and eagerness, roaring into a blaze with a particularly delicious slide of their bodies. Gasps were chased by groans, half-formed words followed by unbidden pleas as they drove each other closer to the edge.
The fingers in Finn's hair tightened and pulled, tilting his head up and then Leo was watching him attentively, with so much emotion and desire in his eyes that it stole Finn's breath. It felt like when he would miss a step and just barely caught himself before falling, elation mixed with terror, only now he was unable to stop the inevitable fall. He hoped Leo would be there to catch him.
As if he could read his thoughts, Leo licked his lips and the word that he offered next was like gasoline to Finn's fire. "Come."
He felt the blaze at his core erupt at the command and consume him wholly in a blinding flash of bliss, dripping like melted lava between them. Leo held him through it, eyes never leaving his face, even when his own orgasm took him half by surprise, Finn's name leaving him on the end of a cry.
They clutched at each other and Finn lost all his bearings for the endless moment it took him to float back into himself. He found it almost poetic, something about a phoenix metaphor nudging his thoughts in the haze that enveloped them. Remade in the arms of the boy I've been carrying a flame for.
The thought left as soon as it came, replaced by the hesitant kiss to the bridge of his nose. Another two on his eyelids, soft like butterfly wings, left and then right and he realized his eyes were closed. Then the world filtered back in an unwelcome rush of splashing water as Leo pulled back from their embrace, ripping a sound of protest from Finn's lungs. No no no don't go. Not this. Not again. Not with Leo too, please oh god.
He knew the routine by heart and this felt awfully familiar all of a sudden. Kiss, come, never speak of it out loud. His mind, ever so helpful, conjured the beloved pair of green eyes and the half-smirk tinged with sadness, the soft dark curls under an ever-present snapback. Logan.
Finn felt frozen cold all of a sudden, doubt creeping like ice over his skin and making his empty hands shake. The horrifying possibility of this being another impossible situation was like a physical weight on his shoulders, pushing his aching knees into the tiles underneath, mind spinning.
He didn't dare to look at Leo and at the same time he needed to see him, needed to know. Even if the knowledge could shatter him like a sheet of ice. Damn his tender heart, and damn his own refusal to guard it better. Damn this fucking shower, too.
The sound of falling water got louder and then Leo was in front of him again, holding one of the showerheads in his hand. Finn's shoulders were drawn up and tensing more and more with each second, his gaze fixed on the water running down the drain and his hands now clenched on top of his thighs where they fell when Leo left the circle of his arms.
Finn's next breath sounded too much like a sob and he heard an answering rush of exhale from Leo. Squeezing his eyes tightly shut again, desperate to stop the hot well of tears behind his eyelids, he waited for the words he was sure were coming, too raw and open at the moment to brace himself against the storm of emotions that gripped him, old and new. Maybe the water would hide the tears if he was lucky. Maybe he'd compose himself enough to cover the sobs tearing at his chest with a laugh when he finally managed to leave the floor and clean himself up. They were in a shower after all. Wasn't he lucky.
He heard shuffling, and a thud of what was probably Leo setting the showerhead down on the floor as he crouched in front of him again. Finn's vision was blurry when he gathered the courage to lift his head and open his eyes again, but he could make out the worried expression on Leo's face, eyebrows drawn together and eyes wide, taking in Finn's state. He opened his mouth to speak and Finn gritted his teeth in a last effort to hold himself together, expecting to know the words already, words that would find every soft part of his bruised heart and hurt it anew.
"Sweetheart," Leo murmured instead, "what's wrong?"
“Wha--?" Finn couldn't comprehend the softly spoken words, Leo's concern a stark contrast to the expectation of rejection still tearing at his insides, making his head spin and Leo's voice sound far away against the hurricane of emotions roaring in his chest.
"Harz," Leo tried again, "you have to breathe. What can I--" His hands came up of their own accord, reaching for Finn but not daring to close the distance all the way. "Can I touch you?"
Finn swallowed, his throat clogged with the bitter taste of the desperate, familiar plea to please stay please talk to me that he was so used to forcing back down every time. Every time with Logan. This was not Logan. This was not Logan and it broke Finn's heart in a new way. He loved Logan. He was falling in love with Leo. He was dying here, naked and kneeling on the floor of this fucking shower and wasn't that poetic. What am I even doing?
"You're hyperventilating and making me really worried, please tell me what to do." Leo was still reaching for him, watching him intently and biting his lip, waiting for his response. Finn realized he must have said that last part out loud.
He forced his clenched hands to relax, feeling the sting of the indents his nails must have left in his palms. Lifting his arm felt like an impossible task, his body tense and aching, all his muscles protesting at being forced into the uncomfortable position and frozen in panic for too long, fine tremors running down his back and a dull ache spreading from his knees. His fingers wrapped around Leo's wrist, his grasp too weak for how much he needed the contact, and then Leo was there, gathering him in his arms and tucking his head under his chin, talking softly against his temple.
"You're okay. We're okay. I promise. I don't know what happened and you don't have to tell me, but I've got you. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. We'll stay here as long as you need. When you're ready, I'll help you up and we'll shower, and then we'll go to my room and cuddle up under a mountain of blankets. You can have my hoodie, the one that keeps ending up in your room, I packed it as an extra, you're in luck today, huh? There is a tea in the kitchen I think you'll like, but we don't have to make it if you'd rather just go to bed right away. We have time for everything."
Leo was rambling, the cadence of his voice grounding Finn and bringing him back to here and now, his heart not trying to beat out of his chest as much anymore. Leo was holding him close, was staying, was talking to him and Finn's next exhale was an echo of a question.
"What was that, sweetheart?"
Finn wasn't sure what sound he made that caused Leo to prompt him to talk; he wasn't even sure what he was asking, but getting an answer was suddenly the most important thing in the world. However, trying to order his still racing thoughts felt like a Sisyphean task just then, so he focused on the sensations first.
The dampness of Leo's skin where his neck met his shoulder and where Finn's head currently rested, hiding his face from the glaring lights for a little bit longer. The unyielding strength of Leo's embrace, both arms wound around him like a safety net. The ache radiating from his joints and the answering pain stabbing just below his ribs with every breath, an adamant reminder of all that transpired just minutes prior - the astounding and the awful. The undeniable fact that Leo was still there and willing to listen which led Finn to hope he would also be willing to talk.
There was no changing what had already happened, but Finn could learn from his past regrets and write a different story this time. He felt the slowly returning clarity of his resolve like a solid ground beneath his feet, trusting himself to stand under his own power again. The lump in his throat gave way to a question that had been growing like a vine around his spine, straining towards the light. Towards the sun.
In a flash, Finn remembered Leo's blinding smile when they both finally gave voice to their desire. He needed that voice to banish the darkness now, and the only way to do that was to speak it.
"Leo, you--" the words came out as little more than a croak, and he cleared his throat in order to be heard. He needed to be heard. "You want me? Like, all of me? After this?"
Leo tightened his arms in answer and his voice was firm but gentle when he replied immediately, like he didn't have to think about it for even a second, because "I've wanted you for months, mon dieu, you have no idea, do you? I want it all with you. This, yes, and that from before, too, and also all that will come after. I like you Harzy, so much, merde, I'm half in love with you already."
Finn was tempted to pinch himself just to make sure he heard right. Leo laughed into his hair, breathless like he couldn't believe it himself, and then he took a breath to continue, now in a hushed tone, as if the next words out of his mouth would shatter at impact otherwise.
"I really really hope you want all of me too."
Finn almost dislodged their hold onto each other as he nodded vigorously, unable to form words but desperate to make sure Leo understood that yes, he wanted this too.
Lifting his head, he reached up blindly, his hand landing on the side of Leo's neck and then he was pulling him in for a sloppy kiss that was more laughing into each other's mouth than anything else, relief pouring off both of them in waves. Finn was dizzy with it and he never wanted it to end.
His body had a different idea though, the rollercoaster of emotions leaving him exhausted and shaky as he tried to support his own weight, Leo pulling him up and towards the still running shower, walking backwards and pressing quick kisses to his lips every two steps.
"Let's clean up and then we can lie down, hm? Sounds good?"
Finn went where he was led in a trance, his eyes following Leo's every move and cataloguing everything anew, like the delicate curve of the shell of his ear and the curl of the blond hair dark with water sticking to his temple. He felt so overjoyed he was almost numb with it. A part of him was still terrified that if he leaned into it too much, it would burst like those soap bubbles and he'll be by himself again, hollow chest and empty hands.
"Fish, hey," Leo's face filled his vision and there was a warm fluffy towel being wrapped around his shoulders, and another one around his waist, "do you want to eat something? I really think you should eat something. Come on, let's get dressed and then I'll make us something."
Leo started towards the bathroom door, one hand intertwined with his and a sudden impulse made Finn pull on that hand and reel Leo back in, their chests bumping and a surprised smile blooming on his face.
"What--?"
"Tell me again," Finn whispered into the space between them. The surprise was replaced with understanding and Leo freed his hand to cradle Finn's face in both his palms, large and warm and safe.
"I want you, Finn O'Hara. I'll want you after we eat, too. Come on."
Leo really did pack the hoodie that Finn would steal from the dryer and then deny the knowledge of when Leo couldn't find it. It was soft from wear and wash, the hem falling past his hips and the sleeves too long, going past his fingertips. Finn used to wish it smelled like Leo, too, but he had to contend himself with the clean scent of freshly washed laundry. The risk of getting caught stealing it from Leo's room was just too much.
Now he was handed that same hoodie and when he pulled it on, Leo was watching him with a soft smile.
"It suits you."
"I'm sorry for stealing it. I just-- I don't know. Wanted to have something of yours, I guess."
Leo shook his head, plucking at the frayed strings hanging from the collar and leaning closer, nudging their noses together.
"It's okay. You can steal it anytime, okay? Now, you stay here and I'll be back in a minute."
A kiss, a rustle of sheets and Leo was gone, replaced by the sound of his steps on the stairs and then the clatter of cabinet doors opening and closing in the kitchen.
Finn clamped down on the feeling of panic beginning to rise to the surface again, trying to unmoor him as soon as Leo wasn't near and anchoring him anymore with his sure hands and quiet confidence. Finn decided there and then to believe him, so tired of being thrown around at the mercy of the hurricane that was always raging in his hopeful heart, always ready to throw him for a spin and the most inopportune moments. (And it had a name, too, a cry against the howling winds, Logan, Logan.) Here was an offering of a safe harbor and he was accepting it.
He hadn't heard Leo come up the stairs again, and the creak of the door startled him from his reverie. Leo padded to the bed and set a tray with two steaming mugs and a plate of sandwiches onto the bedside table.
He then sat on the bed cross-legged, facing Finn and regarded him for a moment, his gaze contemplative, like he was debating something with himself. Seemingly coming to a conclusion, he nodded to himself and let a slow breath out through his nose.
"Finn, I'm gonna ask you something and I want you to know that whatever you reply, it won't change my answer, or my feelings toward you, okay?"
He waited for Finn to indicate that he understood, and when he got the hesitant nod, he continued. "What's the story with you and Logan? I heard you say his name just now. I've noticed you two, the looks you give each other. I also know you were at Harvard together. And after what happened in the shower after we... I'd just like to know what to expect."
Finn felt his empty stomach lurch and swallowed the faint nausea starting to creep up his throat. He never talked about Logan to anyone. Logan never wanted to talk, never wanted anyone to know. What was their story? It came down to the single, painful truth of it all.
"I love him."
Finn heard his own voice ring in the silence of the bedroom like a gunshot at an execution. He's been dying from the wound for eight years and his heart wasn't close to running out of blood anytime soon. He wasn't sure if he'd ever said it out loud before though and saying it now made him brave.
He saw Leo blink once, twice, and before he could say something, Finn rushed in with a confession in a steady voice that surprised even himself.
"I meant all of what I said, what I did earlier. I don't know how this can even happen, but I do want you. I think I've been falling in love with you since the day you stood on my doorstep introducing yourself and didn't know what to do with your hands. I want you, Leo. And-- I want him, too. Logan. But he doesn't--"
Finn had to pause, drawing in a shuddering breath, the enormity of the yet unspoken words compressing his ribs and making it difficult to fill his lungs. Leo was looking at him with sad eyes and nodding, wordlessly encouraging him to keep going. Still there. Still listening. Not leaving. You miracle, Finn thought. How are you real?
He plowed on with determination now, committed to get it all out and do it right. "We were both so scared of what it meant. Of people finding out. Never really talked about it. And when I tried to, he just-- I can't lose him and if that means loving him from a distance, I'm okay with that."
"You're obviously not okay with that," Leo jumped in, not able to stop himself from speaking and immediately recoiling when he realized what he said. "Merde, sorry, that wasn't-- that didn't come out right. Sorry."
He placed his hands on top of the blanket between them, palms upwards in a silent invitation and Finn complied eagerly, craving the contact. Eyes fixed on their joined hands, he nodded.
"You're right. I'm not okay but I don't have any other option. And this is not going away. Are you sure you're okay with that? Isn't that too weird?"
Leo hummed and ducked his head to meet his eyes, still cast downwards as he waited for the verdict. "What if I told you that I understand?"
That was not what he expected, and he looked up at Leo sharply, eyebrows furrowed.
"What if I told you I liked Logan, too? And that-- he almost kissed me not that long ago? Still too weird?"
Finn gaped at Leo's admission, seeing his own apprehension mirrored in the boy in front of him and not knowing what to do about it in the moment.
He took stock of his heart and his head then and found nothing but a golden joy slowly spreading and filling his veins, all the way to the tiniest capillaries that until then housed the tar-like fear of all his what-ifs.
He wasn't scared now. He wasn't jealous either and there was a thought he'd contemplate later. Right now he was holding hands with Leo and talking about Logan and for once, it didn't hurt. It felt like a new chapter. He wanted to write a different story, after all. Only this one wouldn't end with a kiss; it would start with one.
"How are you real?" he gasped out, incredulous, pulling Leo close by his shoulders and kissing him deeply, pouring all that golden joy into the kiss in hope that it would speak for him, that Leo could taste it on his lips.
They didn't talk anymore that night, except to hand out mugs of tea and share sandwiches and pick sides on the bed. Finn was bone tired by the time their kisses grew sleepy and the soft regular puffs of Leo's breath against the hollow of his throat lulled him to sleep too, their legs tangled together.
He breathed in the scent of Leo's freshly washed hair, hearing his voice in his mind, honey and milk and I want you, Finn O'Hara replaying in a loop as he was pulled under, the hurricane quieted for now into soft waves rocking him gently, ocean blue and deep sea green and full of promise.
FIN
#and there was only one shower#lumosinlove#inspired by Coast To Coast and Sweather Weather#LionFish#Finn O'Hara#Leo Knut#fanfic#Coast to Coast fanfic
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mlqc | sunday morning
I recently (well~like three months ago) got into this game called Mr Love: Queen’s Choice, and after doing some ‘research’ aka gaming, I felt confident enough to write something. So, here’s a little headcanon about a blissful Sunday morning with the boys~
Warning(s): ever so slightly NSFW (insinuations of a dirty-minded author), profanity/swearwords
Victor
Victor’s quite the workaholic, as we all know
like this man will be working 60-70 hours a week, often bringing work home with him
you’ll be on the couch in pajamas and acting like a total bum while he’s literally next to you wearing glasses and breezing through 50 reports and documents
you steal his laptop and glasses when he starts criticising your report
“Victor noooooooo~work mode OFF!” as you zoom past him with his prescription glasses (he got them fancy glasses with the blue light filter because he’s A WORKAHOLIC and he’s always staring at a computer)
needless to say, this man doesn’t usually have time to spare
sunday mornings are yours though
Victor doesn’t necessarily take the entire day off, but after a certain dummy’s whining, he has agreed to try and have a lie-in on sundays
he *usually* still wakes up before you, because he functions on like 5 hours of sleep (lemme tell y’all, it’s a curse and a blessing in one)
Vic’s a total tsundere, but these moments definitely show off his #SoftCEO side
his little lovebug is sleeping peacefully, wearing one of his pyjama shirts (I bless you with the headcanon that Victor sleeps in silk pyjama pants sans shirt because he runs HOT)
actually, you’re drooling a little bit but even though Victor’s going to pretend he’s annoyed, he never is
oOOhh, also canon that this man is the big spoon in sleeping positions. he naturally gravitates towards you and holds you tight because he’s NEEDY
sometimes you’ll sleep facing each other. Victor holds you against his chest and just cradles your body in his like his life depends on it
100% will entangle his long ass legs with yours
strokes your hair and presses kisses on the crown of your head to wake you up in a gentle way (despite his demeanour, he’s actually remarkably gentle y’all see why i call him #SoftCEO?)
as you wake up, he’ll mock your bedhead with this incredibly fond look in his eyes baby boy these words don’t match your actions
you guys actually get up rather soon after, cos you are both busy people...
fun times in the bathroom not like tHAT well actually kinda~ but for legal reasons everything you do is PG, please spare author-nim who’s still ~barely~ underage
you take a shower and belt your favourite song that’s playing from the built-in speaker (did Victor get a built-in speaker because you thought it was cool? yep. did you ask? nope. did he do it anyways? yehep.) while he goes through his simple morning routine
you probably have more steps in your skincare routine, but he uses a serum, cleanser, moisturizer and some eye cream on the daily
has given you permission to do his skincare at night whenever you both have time
to reciprocate, he dries your hair after your shower you guys HAVE listened to the Right Beside You ASMR, right? ...it’s on YT for free because we’re poor, i know
also canon, blowing raspberries on Victor’s bare back while he’s brushing his teeth will make him choke on toothpaste. tested and approved by MC
“Dummy. What on earth are you doing?”
he hangs around and waits for you to get ready if he’s already done, you do the same. time is something Victor knows all too well, so the precious time he has, he wants to spend with you.
you guys DON’T shower together in the morning because really you’re not getting cleaner ahhh author-nim should really stop
afterwards, you get dressed in some relatively casual clothes (i’m talking a dress shirt without a tie or a polo shirt because no way that this man owns actual t-shirts) and have a simple breakfast
he cooks, obviously.
always makes a balanced, Chinese breakfast (congee or wonton, noodles, tofu pudding, etc.) because he wants you two to start the day well, even on a slow sunday
also, he travels a lot, so he likes eating Chinese food whenever he’s home
ahh...waking up with Victor just sounds like a dream
Lucien
i’m a bit biased on this bitch because he was my first favourite in the game so this might get long. might not. just,,,we’ll see
Lucien is a bit like Victor, where he doesn’t sleep much and works a lot
On the other hand, his work is...ehem...shadier, so he usually works in his office when he’s at home
you’ll both have your own space to do whatever you need to do
days off for Lucien are rare. he usually powers through until he drops
for someone who constantly reminds you to take care of yourself, he’s mediocre at doing exactly that
after getting to know him better, which wasn’t an easy feat because damn this man has more layers than an onion he’ll also make you cry more bUUT we’re not ready to unpack that suitcase, you start noticing when he needs a day off. often even before he notices
you lock his office door and force him to take the FULL day off at least
he could technically open his office again, but he loves you and he’ll humour your attempts
Lucien wakes up before you. always. you’ve seen him asleep like 3 times in your entire relationship.
Luci sleeps like 8 hours,,,a week.
he watches you sleep i feel like that makes too much sense for his character. we love a creepy boy. and wholeheartedly feels at rest with your sleeping figure by his side
in his sleep, Lucien lies on his back, holding you by the waist as you sleep on top of him. your leg is often slung around his middle, so you’re enveloping him. he likes the weight of you on top of him; it keeps him grounded and he likes feeling like he’s yours as much as you are his.
on another note, Lucifer—ah whoops—sleeps butt naked. i honestly can’t imagine him wearing clothes in bed. he’s not shy about his body and feels absolutely no need to cover up for his significant other.
you, however, don’t usually sleep naked. well...nowadays you end up sleeping naked more often than not because alright author-nim’s horrible. can’t help it, he’s a fucking scorpio?
because you guys take a day off, Lucien’s content with waiting and watching until you wake up
he feels you stir on his chest and honestly your drowsy eyes make him swoon
“Already awake, my beautiful butterfly?”
his slightly husky morning voice *really* does things to a person tbh
you guys stay in bed for a good half hour after you wake up, just cuddling and talking, also sneaking in a kiss here and there
you have the same habit of tracing each other’s bodies with your fingertips
his fingers flutter over your waist, you trace his chest or hands with your index again, it’s a very grounding experience to Lucien
when you do get up and head to the bathroom, first thing you do is shower together
he likes washing your hair
bathroom bits might happen, but surprisingly, it’s not a thing that happens a lot so don’t come at me. we’re being wholesome
Lucien’s incredibly intimate and his love language is touch. Yes, he has a way with words but he’s also a really good manipulator
he’s used his words for evil too often and therefore can’t trust words anymore. so he uses physical intimacy as a way to show love.
Lucien has a skincare routine of dermatologically approved products. a double cleanse, serum, essence and moisturizer. he uses anti-age sometimes to prevent later wrinkles.
they’re also one of the reasons why he smells clean and fresh
will tickle you when you’re rinsing your mouth. you’ve sprayed water all over the bathroom mirror before. he loves the reaction.
if you’re having a day off, you’ll probably just wear sweatpants and a t-shirt or a sweater. Lucien’s closet is relatively plain but clean. he has the best cable-knit sweaters/cardigans though.
your breakfast consists of western things like yogurt or oatmeal. Lucien likes having fruit at the start of the day
the rest of the day is spent relaxing and lounging, walking in the park, biking, reading, drawing, whatever you’d like
maaan...i wish i had more days off
Gavin
Gavin’s actually a decently laid-back person on weekends
like, sure he has to work a lot, but his job doesn’t necessarily force him to work from home, so you pretty much have his full attention at home but also he can’t bear to not give you his full attention so what are we expecting
the nasty thing about Gavin being a police officer is that sometimes, he gets called up and needs to work at unconventional hours
also, he gets injured. most of his injuries are minor, but that doesn’t stop you from worrying.
but anyways, he’s not a total busy bee when he’s at home, and relaxing isn’t exceptional
sunday mornings are...well...active. Birdcop goes on a run/hits the gym every morning, so he’s awake by 6am. what did y’all think i was going to write
afterwards, he takes a quick shower and joins you in bed again.
Gavin sleeps in a pair of basketball shorts and a singlet. he’s somewhat shy about sleeping shirtless, and god forbid he sleep naked. but it’s all good and he respects your boundaries. besides, he’s comfortable in his sleep and that’s all that matters.
you spoon in your sleep. sometimes, he’s the big spoon because he likes being able to ‘protect’ you in his sleep. other times, he relishes in the comfort of being the little spoon and feeling you pressed up against his back.
very important headcanon! you’ve learnt to sleep with the bedroom window open. on workdays, Gavin gets home late and jumps right into the bedroom. it’s become a typical habit for you two, although you used to be grumpy about not being able to sleep with the noises of traffic.
you’re usually awoken by the sound of the shower and Gavin’s humming it’s canon that he hums now, bitches. also I bet his singing voice is amazing
so it’s less ‘sleeping in’ and more ‘lounging in bed like the lazy bastards you are’ i’m kiDDING
if he’s able to, Gavin might convince you to go on a run with him....but let’s be honest, you rarely agree
Gavin’s a total cuddlebug though, so be prepared to spend the next forty-five minutes in the tightest hug ever (to be fair, you’re not complaining)
he’s completely soft for you and you’ll have to wrestle out of his grip to get to the bathroom
you don’t shower in the morning, so everything’s pretty quick
Gavin doesn’t actually have a good skincare regiment tbh...he’ll slap on some cream and that’s it. probably washes his face in the shower with body wash...AND HIS SKIN STILL LOOKS AMAZING
you like making funny faces in the mirror while brushing your teeth and making Gavin laugh while he’s watching you in the doorway. he loves how you just make his day with the smallest things.
you guys both dress in really casual clothing, like hoodies and shorts/sweatpants/pj pants unless you’re going somewhere
Gavin has them grey sweatpants, if you know what I mean okay I’ll chill, sorry~
you wear his shirts a lot because they’re super big on you and Gavin secretly not-so-secretly thinks you’re adorable in them (a good thing about Gavin is that he’s easy to read; he blushes rather quickly)
“Ahh...it’s just—you look so tiny and cute.” guess he’s not the only one blushing now
i see Gavin as a ‘bun for breakfast’ kind of person. he picks them up at the stall a couple of miles away when he heads home. sometimes he does so running, other times...well he’s not called Birdcop for nothing
you guys have 2 buns each for breakfast because they’re delicious
lounge time is often spent gaming or cleaning the house (you’re both busy people and Gavin tends to get messy because he just chucks clothes on the floor after a hard workday)
you make the most out of your sunday, hoping Gavin doesn’t get called in
who wouldn’t like being domestic with Gavin?
Kiro
Kiro, unsurprisingly, has an incredibly busy schedule
one that, similar to Gavin, isn’t really decided by himself
i suppose his situation is a tad bit worse than Birdcop’s, since his workdays don’t even actually end when he gets home. he constantly practices choreos, singing, etc. at home
so, full days off are few and very, very far between
this makes them extra precious
it helps to have a lazy morning once in a while though (in Kiro’s case, lazy sundays are most likely a bi-weekly thing)
you wake up first! Kiro needs his beauty sleep, and damn this boy can knock in 16 hours of sleep if need be
you’ll probably lay in bed for a while and then attempt to get up and ready for the day
until...you feel Kiro’s arm tugging you back
for a skinny, lithe boy, he’s remarkably strong. he pulls you back to bed with the groggiest, cutest sleep-laced voice EVER
“Mmm, Miss Chips, it’s not time to wake up yet, is it?”
he snuggles into you and refuses to wake up unless you give him kisses
during the night, Kiro sleeps in actual pyjamas with cute characters on them. when he feels lazy, he’ll probably just slip on a t-shirt and some boxer shorts, but he likes putting in the effort to wear matching couple pyjamas
Kiro cuddles with you 24/7, and sleep makes little difference here. he’s often the little spoon because he does like feeling your presence and your grip on him. he moves around when sleeping, so you might end up out of each other’s embrace, but Kiro subconsciously always touches you in some way or form, like holding hands or intertwining legs. he’s a man with many identities and needs your presence as a reassurance that he’s still the man that you love
he loves to pepper your face with kisses after getting home from rehearsals/concerts, claiming that it gives him energy
you do the same in the morning, anything to hear that sweet giggle of his
he’s deceptively cute though, and innocent morning kisses tend to spiral into...something more let’s just be honest, his stamina is something else entirely i’M SORRY
morning exercise? check. Hotel? Trivago. non-sponsored~
you guys don’t shower in the morning. Kiro’s used to showering after practice, which is late at night, and you shower in the evenings to help you relax
however, on a rare occasion, you’ll draw a nice bath together and play around with bubbles and scented bath bombs so fun and relaxing
Kiro totally has a 14-step skincare regiment. you don’t get that beautiful baby-smooth skin without some effort.
he has the best ‘mid-range to high-end’ products on the market, and loves sweet and floral scents for his skincare and makeup. you guys try to line up each other’s routines to be able to do them together every morning.
Kiro also has a huge bedhead in the morning! it’s your job to get this sleepyhead styled for a fun day
even Kiro’s casual loungewear is top-notch hip and trendy. he has fun sweatpants with chains, belts, patches, you name it. he likes holding a little fashion show with you, no matter what you two are wearing
old jeans? strut it. thrifted shirt? vogue, honey.
Kiro’s on a strict diet, so usually he has a smoothie and some tofu pudding for breakfast. on occasion, you’ll indulge him in something decadent, like French toast or pancakes. on moments like these, you swear he loves you juuuuuust a little more but don’t tell Savin!
you guys are a relatively active couple, so unless you’re inside gaming or busy working, you’ll spend some time in thrift stores or karaoke bars, arcades, fun fairs,...
just thinking about Kiro brightens my day...
As always, I hope you enjoyed reading this! I’ll try to bring out more content for K-Pop idols, otome characters and anime characters during the holidays. Requests are still open, so don’t be afraid to send a little message in my ask-box!
Love,
R.
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Hi there! If its okay, could i ask for headcannons of the brothers finding out MC is an Artist? Something like, finding there sketchbook or napkins w doodles on them jfjdjs Or maybe they catch MC glancing at them alot while trying to draw them? hfjd Ty!! Your writing is really good~
Of course it’s OK! I’ve always liked the idea of MC having a really interesting hobby and teaching the brothers about it. I feel like all the brothers would be very supportive of them, even if they all had various reactions to their hobby but I really love writing wholesome moments like that. Sorry this took longer to come out, I made them really long to make up for it!
Also thank you. Your compliment means a lot :)
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The Brothers’ reactions to MC being an artist:
Lucifer:
-Well if you’re going to glance at him every two minutes, he’s bound to notice
-I mean, you’re pretty damn obvious
-Lucifer got pretty used to you whipping out your sketchbook whenever you could
-So for you to start doodling in his office while he worked wasn’t exactly unheard of
-He caught you staring at him before looking back down at your drawing, continuing your series of furious scribbles
-Now you piqued his interest
-“You seem very focused there love. What are you drawing?”
-Scared the crap out of you because he rarely ever talks when he’s working
-You were reluctant to show him but Lucifer has his insisting face on
-When you passed him the sketchbook, he momentarily froze
-Your drawing was so detailed and full of emotion, capturing him slumped over his desk, exhausted but determined to finish the work he’s been assigned
-He was so surprised and stunned, for a second, he forgot to breathe
-“It’s not exactly one of my best drawings yet but-“
-“You never fail to impress me MC.”
-He suspected you were drawing him but he wasn’t expecting this much effort to be put into it
-He would definitely keep all your drawings of him
-Loves all your work but secretly adores your sketches of him best
-Lucifer would occasionally look over your shoulder while you sketch, taking a peek at what you’re drawing and smile to himself
-He’s never felt this much pride for someone else before
Mammon:
-Was pissed you would rather spend time with an object rather than him
-It annoyed him at first because he couldn’t tell if you were listening to him or not while you had your nose stuck in your sketchbook
-Basically, he was jealous of a sketchbook
-You can’t do that Mammon, that’s Levi’s thing
-So one day he decided to see what the fuck was so great about that giant notebook you always have with you
-He turned your entire room upside down searching for the damn thing before finding it
-He flipped through it and I’m sure the entire House of Lamentation could hear his gasp
-You drew him for pages and pages in all sorts of positions and styles and he was a flustered tomato going through them
-You willingly drew him? The scum of a demon who could never do anything right unless it involved money? You put your time and effort into these sketches and doodles despite him being condescending and a dick at times?
-Excuse me but this man is already head over heels in love with you, you can’t keep giving him reasons to fall for you
-He was so engrossed into your work that he didn’t notice you behind him
-“Mammon why is there a mess in my room-“
-“HOLY SHI-AHHH!!!”
-Too embarrassed to even think of an excuse for going through your shit
-“Ah those...I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have drawn you without your permission Mammon-“
-“Are ya kiddin’ me? MC, I feel insulted that you didn’t tell me about this sooner. Can...Can I keep some of ‘em??”
-Now he insists that you draw him as often as possible and would even pose for you (he loves the attention let’s be real)
-He wants to see all of your drawings and will endlessly support you
-Thought about using your skill as a way to make money because art can be very expensive
-But in the end, he dropped the idea
-Why would he sell something so precious to him??
Levi:
-He probably has a sketchbook too
-You guys draw Ruri-chan together in your own styles
-Levi always insists that you’re much better at drawing than him tho
-Your talent makes him a little jealous but at the same time he’s fascinated
-Was so surprised when he found out you were into sketching
-Levi was even more surprised when you showed him all the drawings you’ve worked on for your favourite anime and video game characters
-OK but how come you’re so perfect? Not only are you a lovely person that is willing to watch anime with him without insulting his opinions but you can draw? W...h...a...t...?
-He requests several sketches of ‘The Tale of the Seven Lords’ characters and will actually tape them to his wall
-Some of them are right on his Ruri-chan shelf
-“Hey normie, do you...do you mind teaching me how to draw? I want to learn.”
-Is 100% determined to learn how to properly sketch from you
-You started drawing him as well, usually while he games
-You better stop, he’ll have a nosebleed if you keep being so nice to him!
-Draw him as an anime character and he will start fangirling
-“Phew. OK I’m finished.”
-“What did you draw?”
-“Hentai.”
-“This. Is. A. Masterpiece.”
-Will proudly show your work to his brothers (usually the same drawing more than five times)
-What did an otaku like him do to deserve you??
Satan:
-He found out you were an artist fairly quickly
-I meant he found tissues with doodles you left behind everywhere
-He kept all of them
-It was so refreshing for him to see you so invested in your drawings the same way he is in his reading
-You’re still under the impression you’re being sneaky by drawing him while he has his nose in his books
-You ended up finally gathering enough courage to show him one of your portraits of him
-He had a reaction similar to Lucifer’s really
-Praise!
-He made your drawing into a bookmark
-Idk how but he did
-You leave him a few doodles of you and him being all lovey dovey and he absolutely adores them
-Will lose his marbles if anyone says anything remotely negative about your style or talent
-Draw him fluffy animals pls he will literally have them framed and fixed up in his room
-Also if you draw any of his brothers (specifically Lucifer let’s be real) in a silly way he will actually start snorting with laughter
-You sketch him pretty damn often and he can’t really complain
-It’s really peaceful when you two are in the library and you’re working on your doodling while he reads aloud to you
-Buys you equipment like pens and pencils and even sketchbooks when he knows you’re running out
-He’s really delighted when you come over to show him your drawings
-Once he caught you staring at a cat as you started sketching it
-He actually didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much
Asmo:
-Noisy little fucker that he is and in need of drama, he looked through your sketchbook
-Thought it was a diary at first but nope
-Imagine his surprise when he found pages upon pages of drawings of his brothers and him
-Except his weren’t really a surprise
-He’s gorgeous of course you would want to draw him
-But oh my God, do you realise how much he values art??
-I know he looks as if he only thinks about sex but he definitely has a thing for creativity and art like painting and photography
-“MC darliiiing~? Why didn’t you tell me you can draw?”
-He actually shrieks at how well you’ve captured his beauty
-He insists that they look like actual pictures of him
-Takes several pictures of all of them and posts them on DevilGram
-A bit salty when you drawing anything else but him
-However, he can’t deny that you’re one of the most talented individuals he ever met
-He comes up to you every day and lractically begs you to draw him
-One time you came in your room to find him naked and asking you to draw him
-Is actually kinda good at drawing himself
-Specifically people
-He has enough experience exploring the human body so he surprisingly enough, knows a thing or two when it comes to body proportions
-“MC draw me like one of your french girls~”
-I’m sorry I had to do that
-He also likes the attention he’s getting when he poses for you
-He may think he’s the most beautiful being in all three realms but he definitely thinks you’re the second
-So he often offers to draw you too
-He likes having cozy chats with you while you draw
Beel:
-You left your sketchbook behind in the kitchen with him
-Mammon needed your assistance to get down from where Lucifer hanged him after one of his failed money schemes
-He knocked a glass of milk nearby it and had a panic attack for a minute
-Legitimately thought he ruined the whole thing
-Was actually about ready to cry because he knew how important your sketchbook was to you
-Looked through it just to make sure there were no splotches or anything
-To say he was relieved when he realised it was fine would be an understatement
-He was kinda drawn to your sketches, most of them carefully drawn and expressive, even some of the ones you scribbled out
-One specific drawing caught his eye though
-You drew him and Belphie together, with his twin brother’s head resting on his shoulder while Beel ate
-He was mesmerised by your talent and by your thoughtfulness
-Beel felt bad about it but he kept looking through your sketches, enchanted by everything in it
-You drew him and his brothers several times
-It’s safe to say the discovery of your drawings brightened his day
-Gave back your sketchbook later
-He apologised for going through it without your permission more than he needed to
-You had to accept his apology because he looked like a kicked puppy
-Feels very honoured whenever you let him look at your work
-Is more than happy to pose for you!
-But that might be a bit of a problem seeing as he tends to move around a lot
-“Whoa, that looks just like me! The food I’m eating looks really realistic too...which is making me hungry. Let’s go to Hell’s Kitchen, you can finish this there!”
-Supportive bean
-You gave him a family sketch of him and all of his brothers once
-Normally, he only likes gifts he can eat
-But he treasures that drawing more than food at times
-“This...this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me! Thank you MC! But uh, someone’s missing in this drawing.”
-“Ah shit, who did I miss?”
-“You.”
-If anything ever happens to Beel or his happiness I swear to Lord Diavolo-
Belphie:
-OK but you left your notebook just sitting there right next to him???
-How do you expect him not to look through it?
-Belphie doesn’t care much for privacy
-And he doesn’t exactly have morals either
-He didn’t even know you were into drawing
-Which to be fair, wasn’t scandalous considering he sleeps 20 hours a day
-But he wants to be more involved in your interests so that’s why he took initiative with your sketchbook
-Idk what he was expecting but definitely not a sketch of him staring back at him
-His heart skipped a beat but I don’t even know if demons have hearts
-The cheeky little shit took pictures and may or may not have made on your drawings of him his wallpaper
-Most of the drawings were of him sleeping, surprising...absolutely no one
-“So that’s what you’re up to whenever I go to sleep huh? So cute~”
-But besides all that, he is really touched
-I mean, if there’s anyone undeserving of your love and respect is the piece of shit of who tried to kill you
-Yet here you are, continuously showering him with affection and now this
-Probably spent hours looking at your sketchbook while you were at R.A.D
-Didn’t say anything to you when you came back except handing your notebook back to you
-Though he was less of a smartass and more affectionate for the rest of the day
-Next morning, you took the liberty of waking up before him and sketching him again
-He grabbed your arm halfway through your doodling and grinned at you from under the covers
-“Drawing me again huh? You won’t mind me doing this while you’re at it then right?”
-Now he’s sleeping in your lap
-Whenever you show him your work, he makes a small approving noise but he’s seriously impressed
-Draw Lucifer or Lord Diavolo in any offensive manner and he will actually start giggling
-Gets all huffy puffy when you draw his brothers instead of him (we all know Beel is the exception)
-I may have a thing for Belphegour
Al~
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jungkook x reader
requested by @atulipandarose (oooh soulmate/jungkook/one shot!! it's been big missing jk hours over here)
genre: fluff, soulmate au
words: 2.5k of dumb jungkook pining
warnings: none >< cussing here and there, also my first time writing just fluff so please be kind. unedited!!!
synopsis: jungkook never loved the idea of soulmates because he liked you and he wanted only you.
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There it was, the panging he felt in his heart even if he wasn’t the person in pain. As his chest throbbed, it was emotional pain he supposed, the song began to play in his head. He gritted his teeth, upset to have been reminded once again of the world he lived in.
The world had to be so stupid to believe in such nonsense. It was idiotic. They had to be so naive to rely on this whole scam - to the point where they even revolve their lives around it.
It isn’t true. It’s far-fetched. This whole soulmate system wasn’t reliable.
He lived in a world where the universe decided who each person’s other was. Soulmates existed. It was everywhere. And he didn’t like it one bit.
Whoever made the world like this had to be an utter idiot. Why would anyone allow something like this to take over people’s lives? This bullshit soulmate system gave people a false sense of hope that someone out of the millions and millions of people would be the only right person for you. That somehow, out of 7.5 billion people, someone would be the perfect yin to your yang.
It shouldn’t exist. Soulmates shouldn’t exist.
Come to think of it, how can the universe even be so sure that the person they have “destined” for him is the right one? And, honestly, who even gave the universe the right to choose for him?
Fuck the universe, Jeon Jungkook wanted to pick for himself.
He thought this whole sham was an inconvenience. Unlike almost every love-crazed and soulmate-addict person, he thought otherwise. Jungkook felt suffocated at the thought of being tied down to someone who he probably didn’t even like. He didn’t need whoever they had for him. He didn’t have to meet this so-called pre-destined love of his life to live happily.
Actually, he did. Or else he would forever be haunted by it. He’d go crazy.
People had different “soulmate indicators” -- basically something in their body that gave them a hint on whoever they were destined for. Namjoon, his writer friend, had a tattoo of his soulmate’s name on his collarbone. Jimin, the short friend, had a ring on his finger with the initials of his soulmate and would even change colors depending on the mood of his other. One part of Taehyung's hair is the same color as his soulmate’s, regardless if he tried to dye it along with his locks.
To say the least, theirs were easy to find, to discover - much more convenient than what the universe had in store for dear Jeon Jungkook. His had to be the most vague indicator of this whole scam.
A song.
The universe gave Jungkook one specific song that only he and his soulmate knew. Not a name, not a ring, not even a hair color. Just one fucking song.
Jeon Jungkook didn’t want to believe in this obviously fraudulent scheme that the universe set up. Despite his woes and resentment towards the system, Jungkook couldn’t exactly ignore it. The song, somehow sung by both him and the soulmate, always played in his head whenever he or the other would feel down. Somehow, it only played when any of them were sad. Not when they’re happy. Not when they’re angry. Not when they’re bored. Only when one or the other wasn’t feeling well.
But hey, at least he knew when it would start.
There would always be a pang in his chest before it began. It was akin to when the dog dies in the movie, or when someone relayed bad news, or when the character in a book had to leave. The weird feeling would be eased immediately as soon as the song played in their head. It would lull him to sleep, he guessed it held the same effect for whoever was on the other side, and would make him feel at home.
But he did not like this soulmate bullshit.
Not one bit.
Even if the song brought him great comfort. Even if it was the only thing he looked forward to when he had a bad day. Even if his soulmate’s honey-like voice blended well with his.
Wait shit, he should be hating this nonsense. Why did he just think that his soulmate sang nicely?
Fuck it. Forget what he thought. It didn’t matter anyway.
He had other things to think about anyway, especially how to gain the courage to ask his friend out.
Jungkook is currently and sadly a college student, who, aside from drowning in student debt, studies fine arts. He hopes to become a renowned artist someday, and in pursuing so, had to disobey his typical Asian parents’ wish for him to be called Dr. or Atty. someday.
Soulmate hatred aside, art had always been his passion. Despite growing into a family full of doctors, lawyers, and judges, he knew his heart belonged in fine arts. When his brother would play with the toy syringes and stethoscopes, he would be seen getting himself dirty with the washable markers. That love for coloring grew into something more, and so Jungkook decided he would become an artist in the future.
It was always so freeing for him to dabble in the blues and greens and create whatever he visualized in his mind. The pencil in his hand could easily convey the emotions he had trouble vocalizing. All of his troubles would go away faster than you can say worldwide handsome Jin-hyung with the aid of his drawing tablet. Everything about art just intrigued him. Art was easy. Art was comforting.
Art is where he felt free.
It wasn’t suffocating. Unlike his family that wanted him to be someone he couldn’t become and this soulmate shit that wanted to cuff him down to one specific person he doubts would even go well with him.
He wanted the soulmate system gone. For reasons that seemed justified to him and only him.
He could live without the incessant nagging of his very traditional family who wanted to sped things up. Jungkook would finally stop seeing some of his soulmate-less acquaintances miserable. He could finally go on with his sad day without the song that would automatically play in his head.
Wait… that last thought made him feel sad. Perhaps he would miss the song after all.
Anyway, and above all, he could finally court his cute friend without having to worry of the soulmate shabang.
Jungkook didn’t want whoever the universe paired him with. He wanted his cute seatmate and friend, Y/N Y/L/N.
Y/N Y/L/N. Your name was perfect.
The way your name rolled off his tongue felt just right. The way your nose would scrunch as you focused on sketching the naked dude who had to pose in front of everyone. The way you would tilt your head when the professor never made sense with his discussions.
Everything about you was just so… perfect.
You were kind-hearted, considerate, and intelligent. Your humor was unmatched and you were very enthusiastic when you conversed with Jungkook. From a small crush, his liking towards you grew into something he couldn’t exactly ignore. He liked you more than he liked to listen to the duet in his head.
Okay… scratch that. Maybe he did like his significant other’s singing voice. It eased his worries after a troublesome day. Admittedly, he had found comfort in it.
If only the universe allowed him to converse with whoever was on the other side, then maybe he didn’t have to loathe this system so much. He could’ve gotten a friend out of it, not a soulmate… but a friend.
Somehow, his thoughts wandered back to you. God, imagine if you were his soulmate. Jungkook would be more than happy if that happened. But he didn’t need the universe to act on his feelings for you. Jungkook will do something… He knew he had to do something about it. He just didn’t know when.
All of his thinking made Jungkook revert to airplane mode, so it was only then that he noticed you concernedly waving your hand in front of his face for a sign of consciousness. He found your scrunched up face painstakingly cute but holy shit… why are you so close? Please don’t be so close. Jungkook would malfunction if you decreased the space between you two even more.
“Are you okay, kook?” You luckily stepped back once he locked eyes with you.
Ah… that sweet voice of yours that could rival the comforting honey-like singing in his head.
“Y-yeah! Sorry, was spacing out,” Jungkook’s words were jumbled as he noticed he was staring at you like a gaping goldfish instead of answering like a normal person.
Your giggles rang throughout the room at his predicament. He crookedly grinned then laughed along. This must be heaven. Your happiness was always contagious and he’d often mirror the smile on your face whenever you were happy.
You made him feel giddy as much as he did on the days he finished his artworks. You made him complete.
But that damn soulmate thing had to ruin it.
How he wished you were his soulmate.
“I thought something happened to you, kook! Mr. Kang dismissed us some time ago but you were still frozen in your seat when everyone left. I was so… worried,” You chuckled, though quite red and hesitant at the end.
Well did that instigate the butterflies in Jungkook’s tummy.
“Concerned for me?” Jungkook teased, it was his go-to response because he couldn’t exactly flirt in straight sentences.
Your eyebrows furrowed but the pink hue became much more evident. Jungkook didn’t even mind the kick you gave him because he made you feel a bit flustered. Success :D
“Taehyungie’s been busy, hasn’t he?” You said, trying to change the subject so everyone could forget the embarrassment.
Taehyung, the theater kid and drama major, was friends with the both of you. He had been busy for the past month because their project was to create a series of plays to showcase to the school. Their show will be on Tuesday, days away from now.
Right! He could invite you to the play.
“He is… Hey,” You tilted your head and hummed when Jungkook’s voice sounded a bit unsure.
“Do you wanna go with me to the play?”
The red on your face and the shy nod you did made him swell in accomplishment. He can’t wait for Tuesday to come.
Fuck. He should’ve waited for Tuesday to come. Now it is Tuesday and he was too nervous to even stand in a five-meter radius near you. Slapping himself to forget the momentary faltering of his confidence, he shakily waited at the foot of your doorstep with an album in his hand.
You two bonded on music and he knew you well enough to know you’d rather have the CD of your favorite artist than some flower that would wilt after awhile. He was right. The beam on your face when he handed over the gift made him so happy that all his nerves were washed away. You always had a way to ease him, even if you weren’t aware.
“M’lady,” He jokingly tried to replicate a british accent as he offered his arm, waiting for you. And as you always would, you took his arm along with an accent-laced, “M’lord,”
Jungkook forgot his worries for a moment and it was always because of you.
You two sat near the stage to support Taehyung with his play. You two remembered him sharing that their play was about a soulmate-driven world with much more darker consequences. It was about the fictional hanahaki disease, he said.
And boy did it feel so sad. Taehyung acted so well, as if he was really losing his character’s best friend onstage. Jungkook peered at you for a moment and saw your eyes glisten as Taehyung’s cries grew louder and louder.
The story was really heartbreaking.
To the point where Jungkook felt the familiar pang on his chest and the song began to play in his head.
How peculiar. His soulmate was sad just as Taehyung’s scene played out. Perhaps they were in the same auditorium as well. But that was impossible. His soulmate was probably watching some soap opera.
Not that he minded. Jungkook had other things to think about, especially how to comfort you as your tears flowed down from the actors’ amazing performance. As slick as he could, he draped an arm around you and let you rest your head on his shoulder. His heart was beating faster than he could comprehend. Even more so, when you scooted closer to him.
Fuck. You were cuddling. Oh my god. Jungkook is gonna die out of happiness.
He had to play it cool though. Jungkook ignored the warmth in his chest and face as he rubbed your arm in consolation. He was surprised you reacted well. Nothing prepared him for what happened next.
You were humming.
You were humming his song.
hOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT YOU WERE HUMMING HIS SONG.
You… were his soulmate.
Okay universe… Unfuck you, Jungkook guessed. Apparently the universe was on his side after all… All he had to do was somehow tell you…
Jungkook, his face now an uncontrollable red, nervously turned towards you and successfully got your undivided attention. God, he could die then and there. Gathering courage from glob knows where, he smiled and sang the first line of the song.
Universe might have been laughing at him for suddenly changing his views. Jungkook would’ve laughed at himself if he found out the double-back on his opinion. But this was you.
You and your cute nose scrunch, you and your adorable head tilt, you and your witty comebacks.
This was you.
Everything about you was perfect, and he couldn’t believe that the universe liked him enough to grace him with you as his soulmate.
何故 こんなにも 涙が溢れるの
[Naze, konna ni mo namida ga afureru no]
Your eyes widened as he sang the song that felt like home to the both of you.
ねぇ 側にいて そして笑ってよ
[Nee, soba ni ite soshite waratte yo]
You joined in on the singing and everything just made sense. None of the leaving people in the auditorium mattered at the moment.
君のいない未来は 色のない世界
[Kimi no inai mirai wa iro no nai sekai]
Jungkook was so happy. It seemed like the world was brighter than before.
モノクロで冷たい
[Monokuro de tsumetai]
He shouldn’t have doubted the universe’s plan. Everything was better with you.
見つめてる 暗闇さえも so beautiful
[Mitsumeteru kurayami sae mo so beautiful]
You smiled shyly as your soft honey-like voice harmonized with him.
僕を信じてほしい
[Boku wo shinjite hoshii]
Jungkook’s smile grew wider, encasing your delicate hand in his.
まっすぐに君だけを見て
[Massugu ni kimi dake wo mite]
For once in his life, he was happy and it was better because he was happy with you.
どこにも行かないように
[Doko ni mo ikanai you ni]
You two shared a kiss that afternoon, on a Tuesday, at the university’s auditorium.
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[Extra]
Jungkook: Hey Taehyung! Congrats, that play was amazing
Taehyung: ...yeah… but why did you two make out when I died onstage?
You: ahahaha bye.
#bts x reader#bts#jungkook x female reader#jungkook x reader#jeon jungkook#soulmate au#jungkook fluff#jungkook x you#jungkook imagine#your eyes they tell
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How did frisk realize they're enby?
It’s long to explain and I don’t have time right now for a comic :( So...
I made a One-Shot! I usually explain myself better by writing than drawing. I just want to clarify that this is Frisk’s personal experience, it doesn’t have to be the same as other people.
I’m a spanish speaker so... I did my best translating this! I hope it’s good. This is from Frisk POV (something like that) so I made use of “he/him” pronouns at beginning.
“Don’t belong”
It was still late afternoon, Frisk knew it because the big clock that hung on the living room wall. He was lucky to have it, because guessing the time just by looking through the hole he had fallen into was not very efficient. Many trees covered the sky from there and not having a wide view of the horizon hindered him more. In other words; looking at the sky wasn’t an option.
He had fallen underground a few days ago after what he hoped was his last reset. He knew perfectly what awaited him behind the enormous door of the ruins, he knew that sooner or later he would have to venture beyond that great portal to finish what he had started by falling into that world. He had promised that this would be the last time he would restart things if he got a good result and was not forced to go back to the beginning due to a failure, but until then he wanted to prolong this as long as possible. So sure everything would work out? Maybe, but if he ended up failing he would have a chance to repeat this again.
Yes, it wasn't very responsible to keep procrastinating like that, but could they blame him for it? From his first meeting with Toriel, something told him that next to him he would find his home, a place where he belonged, and it was difficult to detach himself from that new reality.
He didn't want to leave all of it just yet. Each moment with Toriel only became more enjoyable than the last. He was beginning to placidly get used to waking up feeling the soft fur of her muzzle brushing against him when she was going to wake him up with a warm hug and a kiss, he had memorized her characteristic aroma of caramel and cinnamon, unconsciously filing himself in those smells that comforted him. He wanted to continue that home routine a little more, he wanted to enjoy it as much as he could before he got into his work.
He wanted to be just an ordinary kid before he was the hero everyone expected him to be.
"And then the prince of water and the prince of fire got married and lived happily ever after... The end!"
Frisk smiled, raising another piece of cinnamon and butterscotch pie to his mouth as he watched comfortably curled up on Toriel's lap at the illustration of both characters from the storybook. If he was honest, he was at an age where he had lost interest in children's stories a bit, but he could never turn down the woman when she offered to read him one of them and she did it with such dedication and emotion. She even sometimes interpreted the voices of the characters changing the tone, although sometimes he lent her his help with that.
Most of the repertoire of stories didn’t stray from the typical fantasy trope with princesses, princes, knights, witches and wizards but... It was curious how monsters could interpret things in so many different ways. He swore that if he had taught this book to the adults in his orphanage they would have been shocked demanding to know who the degenerate was that would write such bestiality for the children to read.
The adults saw something frightening, he for the part of him only saw two princes in love in a nice simplistic illustration. He hadn't stopped to observe until now that monsters saw these things so naturally, as if it were something from day to day. Perhaps for them the plot twists of princesses escaping from their kingdoms to marry witches was already something of a cliché.
"Ah, what a beautiful story." The monster sighed, closing the book and setting it aside. "Did you like it, my child?"
Frisk nodded smiling, letting her gently stroke his hair. He almost always heard a derogatory comment from his ghostly companion in such cases, but they had been strangely quiet, listening intently to the narration all this time.
“I loved it.”
He lifted some of the pie back to his mouth, allowing himself to be comfortably pampered by Toriel's matted hands. Frisk still could not find a way to begin to describe how much he enjoyed her continuous displays of affection, how much he loved that woman who, even with a broken heart after so many losses, had love to give to the helpless children who fell into that underworld due to misfortune. There was no space for joy in his heart after having longed for since he was aware of the unconditional love of a relative, and that even after having lost all hope she had crossed his path.
He didn't care that she was a monster, he didn't care about anything anymore. He loved Toriel, she was his mother, and he wanted to stay with her.
Yes... He would, if he managed to free them all and no one would separate him from her side.
"Glad to hear it, my dear."
Frisk sensed her genuine happiness in her blue eyes and wished she could know just by looking at him how infinitely happy she made him just sitting there, looking at him as if his mere existence meant something to be grateful for. Toriel was like that with him, she made him feel valuable just by staring at him.
How was he able to coldly grip the knife against her? How did he have that stupid primal urge to harm her? Who did he think he was to see her as if she were nothing more than a dusty pothole that he stepped on as he left the ruins?
He regretted so much... He really regretted it. Even if she was ignorant of his sins, now Frisk wanted to show that he could be worthy of her, that he could make Toriel very happy. If she wanted a perfect and loving child that is what he would give her, although it was not very difficult to get it when he willingly wanted to follow her everywhere.
When his adventure came to an end he would strive to fulfill the fantasy of a happy family. He would be obedient, well behaved, loving... He would be the perfect child, he could not miss this opportunity.
Frisk had already been rejected by so many families... His heart would not bear another rejection, much less after he had tasted the true joy and warmth of home.
No matter the cost, even if it meant suppressing that part of him that he screamed for out in the open... He would do it to preserve this illusion.
He would be a good boy… Boy… Why did it still not sound good to say it like that?
"Oh dear… Look what time it is. It will be late for us to go grocery shopping and recalibrate the puzzles in the ruins.” Toriel watched the clock strike 4:30, patted his head once more, and got up after he got off her lap with help. "I'll find the bags to go out, while you can go change, my child."
Frisk nodded and went to his room. Something that had motivated him to stay with Toriel for a few days before inevitably moving on to Snowdin was his curiosity about what was outside the house. If he remembered something well from the books, it was that the ruins were much bigger than it appeared to the naked eye, after all the monsters used to all live there before moving further into the cave and finding the other cities that today they know as Snowdin, Waterfalls, Hotland and New Home.
He had watched from the balcony that the city of Old Home stretched beyond what he had ever thought or stopped to look at. There were few monsters that from time to time walked the streets doing their daily lives, but they were enough to keep the city inhabited and sustained. Too bad he didn't have a chance to visit it and see it up close... Until today.
He searched the closet for something to wear. He hadn't changed his pajamas since he had awakened, and although he was very comfortable he admitted that it was a bad habit as a result of not leaving the house every day.
His sweater had gotten dirty the day before after getting too close to an old fountain in the ruins and falling inside. How was he to know there was mud at the bottom of the pond? The water was crystal clear, but the darkness in the corner prevented him from seeing all the details. But he wasn't that clumsy, he was sure Flowey had pushed him! Damn impatient flower. He knew how boring it was to wait for the flower to finally deign to move things forward, but he'd already warned Flowey that he didn't want to be pressured. Frisk would decide when to do it, he would not stay in the ruins forever.
He was lucky that there was some clothing of his size that Toriel could lend him. Could it be that it belonged to Prince Asriel? That made him feel a bit guilty wearing the clothes of Toriel's dead son, but since there was nothing else… There wasn't much left to choose from.
Frisk took out some things and put them on his bed so he could choose better. He knew it was just a grocery shopping outlet, but he didn't want the monsters to think that Toriel was raising a lazy person either. Never! There were many things, generally striped shirts that almost always shared the same color range. Was it customary for children in the basement to wear stripes? Monster Kid mentioned it high above, but he wasn't sure. Perhaps this was a signal for him to begin to investigate a little more in depth about monster culture.
Going back to his clothes… Nothing convinced him at all. And that he was not demanding, he alone believed that yellow and green did not suit him very well.
He looked among the things that were hanging on the hangers, there were very warm coats, hats, scarves and... An elegant tuxedo with a tie and everything. That made him smile a bit. Even in this underground life did the royal family have events where they wore elegant clothes?
His gaze then hit something he hadn't noticed so far, an immaculately white sleeveless gown hung between two coats, hidden between the two. Frisk took it off the hook curiously and leaned it against his chest to check that it was for someone small like him and yes, it was.
Why would Prince Asriel have one of these? Maybe it was a mistake. The adults were very explicit with their instructions "boys don’t wear skirts."
He himself had learned the hard way, with punishment and humiliation that it was not appropriate, no matter how much it hurt.
"Those aren’t Asriel's clothes… But mine.”
Frisk left his thoughts for a moment to turn to his ghostly companion, who crossed their arms and with a skeptical look just floated beside him.
"Asriel's clothes stayed in New Home, I think... Mom took my things with her when she fled to the ruins."
"Oh… Then it's yours."
“Yes.” They confirmed it again, now floating on their back and with their arms crossed behind their neck, giving him a look of displeasure but at the same time disinterest. “I wasn't in my plans to donate my clothes to a brat like you, but since it's not very useful to me… You can have it.”
“Cool! Thanks, Chara.” He thanked them with a smile. Chara might be a bit surprised that he had these courtesy details, but despite the fact that the human repeated that their reason for being there was to make life a mess... He couldn't help but think that being close to them was pleasant. Chara wasn't such bad company, at least not when they was trying to make him feel bad.
Frisk was about to put the dress in the closet, but then he realized something else. If it was Chara's clothes… Why would they have a dress and a tuxedo?
He unhooked this one, too, and spread both sets on the bed, set apart from the rest of the folded clothing he'd pulled out to choose from.
Maybe… The monsters didn't find these things strange either. Could that be it? His hand went to the white dress, he took it, took it with him to the mirror in the room and placed it in front of his chest to have a visualization of how he would fit it. The last time he had used something like this was when he and his best friend Emma exchanged the school uniform secretly from others, it was when after her departure she gave him said uniform to remember her, when the director of the orphanage found him wearing it, when he lost the last gift from the first girl he had ever loved, when...
When he started wondering what was wrong with him. He never hurt anyone when he wore those clothes, did he? Was Emma thinking the same thing too?
"Are you ready, dear?"
Frisk turned, surprised to find Toriel inside the room, already dressed to leave it and staring him with a calm smile. He couldn't help but start to shake and gasp when the goat's eyes focused on the dress, reflexively hiding it behind his back. She was confused.
Frisk couldn't even look into her eyes, he was terrified to do it and find himself with a disappointed or disgusted expression. It was something he had gotten used to enough by now, it was always a reason for the foster homes to decide that he was not the type of child they wanted to adopt.
"E-Eh… I just… I was just looking at what to wear and…"
He stopped abruptly when Toriel crouched down next to him and bringing one of her hands to his chin made him lift his head. She didn't look upset, she had the same peaceful glow in her gaze and that warm smile that she had seen the first day.
"Do you want to wear that dress, honey?" Frisk didn't come out of his bewilderment, but he nodded softly as Toriel got up and went to the door. "Okay, I'll be back, I'll look at for something."
Without further ado, she left the room, Frisk managed to look at Chara, who for the first time seemed to see him with some compassion, perhaps because they understood what he was feeling in those moments.
"You heard mom, don't keep her waiting."
Silently and with some anxiety, Frisk made the change of clothes. His dress was of a very soft fabric and the skirt reached below the knees. Apparently Toriel glued washes to his clothes so it wouldn't get smelling of dust and damp, because now he could smell the fragrance of laundry soap on it.
The only problem he had with this was the zipper in the back, it was difficult to make it go up without it locking in the middle of his back.
"Oh, let me help you with that, dear."
Frisk hadn't noticed that Toriel had returned, but he said nothing and allowed her to help him by zipping up.
“Don't worry, the truth is that it has always caused problems, so most of the time I had to do it.”
He assumed that she was referring to Chara indirectly, and confirmed it just by seeing the half smile that the aforementioned was trying to hide. With the dress already on, Frisk stopped to observe himself at ease in front of the mirror. He didn't look bad at all, he liked it.
Toriel touched his shoulder and offered him something. It was a country hat with a white ribbon around it and some fake flowers of the same color adorning it. Did she go looking for that for him? He didn't ask questions, he just accepted it and settled it on his head. It seemed that both things were made to go together.
"There is no sun to watch out for, but I thought you'd like it.”
Frisk looked back at his reflection and felt fear leave him suddenly. A smile crossed his face and he moved to the side for a twist that made the skirt of the dress move in the air. Toriel gave a light laugh when she saw him wearing that garment so happily.
“I look good?” He asked, doing a couple of poses that would make his mother laugh because of how exaggerated they were, but that made him feel looser from the tension of a while ago. He didn't perceive that this was a forced reaction from Toriel, she looked genuinely pleased about it. It was as if the laws of the surface didn't matter to her… Because they were underground now.
"You look gorgeous, my dear. You're a very handsome boy!"
Frisk broadened his smile for Toriel and didn't fight the urge to hug her skirt with all his might, hoping that maybe she could feel his gratitude in that little gesture. She accepted him instantly, wrapping her warm arms around him lovingly. Frisk wish she didn't notice the pair of tears of relief that stained a tiny space of her garment and then wet her snout when she gave him a pair of kisses near his eyes.
“Thanks… Mom.”
Toriel tightened the hug a little more but without hurting Frisk. He melted her heart whenever he called her that way. "You’re welcome, my little boy. If you are ready we can go now.”
When they parted, they both left the room on their way to the city of Home.
"Or dear... There are many things missing at home and I had barely noticed today. I think we will also buy you school supplies so that you can start classes at home. Better hurry up or it will get very dark by the time we're done.”
“Okay, mom.”
"I have to get you notebooks… One for each subject. I don't want you to be disorganized!"
Frisk nodded as she continued speaking. For Toriel it was already a reflection of her holding his hand every time they went out together and it didn't bother him at all.
He tightened his grip on her hand to keep her in step. She was so big that on occasion he was forced to be faster or take longer steps, this was one of those times. His heart had stopped weighing him down, replacing that suffocating sensation with freedom, feeling light with the air moving his skirt and the end of the hat's bow brushing against his shoulder every time he took a step.
He was happy.
Although something was still bothering him.
. . .
The departure proceeded normally. Frisk and Toriel toured the city buying the groceries that were needed at home. It was not very different from the surface, there were supermarkets with electrical appliances, small shops, stalls to sell fast food, etc. They spent two hours shopping for everything on the list until they filled the bags, which Toriel could carry perfectly on her own and without any effort. Frisk wanted to help her by carrying one of hers, but this was already heavy enough that he could afford to carry one more.
They also went to buy supplies and notebooks as she said. In the old human school he could not afford to use many things because according to the director of the orphanage "it were unnecessary and a silly waste of money", which he understood perfectly, although he came to disappoint him a bit. He did not want to make Toriel spend a lot, however, he didn’t need to ask for anything, since she decided that she needed to buy him colors of all the materials available and to have (paint, watercolors, crayons, chalks, pencils, markers...) because she was afraid he would get bored at home and not have something to draw with.
They both had a good time. They talked about some things, Toriel bought him an ice cream, they decided what they would have for dinner at night, even some monsters greeted Toriel with respect —long ago he would not have understood why but now he knew it was because they remembered her as the former queen of the underground— and monster commented to her more than once that he was adorable. Toriel almost always replied "I know, isn't he a very cute boy?"
He didn't want to sound ungrateful at all, but… Something didn't feel right when he heard her say that. It was not for the compliment, throughout his life he was lucky if some adult remarked something positive about him, especially his appearance. Why now that someone did it, did he continue to feel dissatisfied? It wasn't for the compliment itself, of course not. There were times when Toriel said things like that, but... Something was left over, or maybe something was missing.
When they returned, he helped her organize the shopping and they continued with the routine. It was a bit late to leave so the rest of the duties were left to Toriel for the next day. She insisted that she go alone to recalibrate the puzzles in the ruins, but he wanted to accompany her.
It was no use being persistent because she was able to convince him to stay. She told him that she needed him to stay, as if he bathed in what she did her work then the two of them would have enough time to get ready to go out to dinner at night. It was too tempting an offer not to accept. When had he dined at a restaurant in Home? Never. Maybe at the Mettaton hotel, but he didn't count it as dinner. Sans hadn't even invited him anything!
Frisk accepted instantly, Toriel hadn't been long anyway because she was back in time to help him dry his hair. Apparently she wanted to help him get ready to go out.
For his part, it didn't bother him at all. Toriel had sat with him on the bed to brush his hair, and he was sure that she knew that it was not necessary for him to do it because he rarely ruffled, however Frisk didn’t complain, there was nothing to reproach her. Maybe she just wanted to cuddle him for a while and that's it. Would Frisk make a fuss just for that? Nah!
His mother hummed very softly as she continued her attentions. Her hands were gentle and soft, as if she were afraid to pull his hair by accident. That treatment in conjunction with her voice was the perfect recipe to relax him. If it weren't that dinner was still on the agenda, he would have already fallen asleep.
Frisk remembered again now how lucky he was to have Toriel close, but... Since yesterday he kept thinking about the same thing that had been bothering him forever, but that after yesterday became more evident. He reproached himself for letting such stupidity prevent him from enjoying his mother's affection to the fullest, but… Maybe it wasn't stupid after all.
It made him angry that he didn't understand what was tormenting him. For a boy it should be easy to rate feelings, only he was already pre-adolescent, he wasn't sure if he could continue to call himself a “boy” any longer.
What was this? Why did he feel as if something was missing? Why did he feel wrong? Every time someone made it clear that he was a boy, every time he think about himself with “he” something felt wrong. At first he thought it was due to those prohibitions that humans instilled in him just because of that, because he was a child, but even now that with Toriel he felt free of those restrictions... It was still the same.
"What’s the matter, my dear?"
His mother's voice snapped him out of his musings suddenly, but he struggled to sound like nothing was wrong. "Nothing, just... I was thinking."
“I see.” She said, always parsimonious about everything. “About what? It must be something important for you to be this overwhelmed.”
Frisk was surprised at how quickly Toriel came to that conclusion. It was his mistake to underestimate a mother's suspicion and now he was paying for it, feeling nervous that he didn't know how to explain himself.
"Nothing, it's... It's silly."
"Nothing that worries you is foolish, my dear boy. Your feelings will always be important, and sometimes to deal with it you have to know what causes that feeling.” She explained, putting the brush aside so she could better focus on it. "Talking about how you feel is sometimes helpful."
Frisk lowered his gaze not knowing what to answer her. If anything had remained in him from the adults who had cared for him, it was that those his age used to worry about nonsense, things that don’t deserve to be heard, something that would disappear under the rug. “You have no reason to feel like this. It's not important. People around the world are suffering more than you and you cry for a nonsense!” or “Boys don't cry. Stop being so girly! ” was a common sight around him. Why he would talk about what was bothering him then? Why he would bother trying to express himself? The world had taken it upon himself to let him know that it didn't matter at all, that by drowning in grief he would learn a thing or two that would serve him well in the future.
And now… It was shocking that Toriel told him that after all, if something distressed him, it wasn’t a foolish at all.
"I won't force you to tell me anything if you're not comfortable with it, Frisk. But I want you to know that if something bothers you… You can tell me, I will not judge you and I will listen to you.”
Frisk looked in front of him. In the midst of his hesitation to choose what to wear for dinner he had left the dress on the bed next to Chara's tuxedo he had found the day before. He knew that he had to choose one of the two, and not that he bothered to use one of them, but... Thinking about it too much gave him a different meaning to things.
He wanted to tell Toriel everything he was thinking, but his mind was a mess. He didn't know where to start, he didn't even understand what was happening to him! How was he going to put into words something he didn't know? It was so frustrating! Now that he was given the freedom to speak he didn't know what to say.
"I just… I don't know why sometimes… I don't know, I feel like there's something wrong with me."
Hearing his words, Toriel decided to move beside him to speak comfortably. She didn't say anything, she was still silent to give him permission to speak.
"It's like I don't belong anywhere, like I don't... Like I don't fit in. You know what I mean?"
"Uhm… I think so."
Frisk decided to continue, he knew that Toriel still did not understand where he wanted to go, even he did not know!
"It's just that... People always say you were born to be something, but... What if I don't like that something? Where I should go? Because they say that there are only two paths and nothing else, but... I don't want to choose any. I don't want the path I'm supposed to go and I don't want the second one either. They say "you are this or that" but... I think then I am nothing.”
They were both silent and he was beginning to regret having spoken. His mother surely didn’t understand what he was talking about. Frisk sighed in the midst of his frustration with a lump in his throat, he didn’t want to cry, however he could not continue with that tightness in his chest.
Frisk didn't know how far Toriel's tolerance went. What would happen if this completely exceeded it? He had to fix it but in that moment.
“I’m so sorry. I know you have treated me very well and I like it when you flatter me, but I...”
"You don't like it when I refer to you as a boy, do you?"
Frisk looked up at Toriel, still impressed at how easy it was for her to sink into his dilemma as if it were an everyday thing for her. It was just like when she found him admiring that beautiful dress, the way she looked at him hadn't changed at all.
He couldn't understand it. Why was this all right for Toriel? Why wasn't she like other human adults? Why wasn't anyone there that way? Is it that perhaps he had missed something? Why did he end up getting a caress every time he expected a slap? He couldn't find a way out of his own overwhelm and Toriel kept talking calmly, as if she had all the time in the world.
"Frisk, it's okay if you feel that way. Look, I notice how you react to everything and… I don't know how humans deal with these things, but if you think it seems strange or something bad… It doesn't.”
She paused, stroking his hair and then she got off the bed taking the dress and tuxedo. She looked at both garments for a moment and held them up in each hand.
“If you want to choose one that's fine, if you go for a different option that's fine too, if you choose both it's fine, and if you're not ready to choose something that's fine too. It's like when I want to choose cinnamon or butterscotch, I can't! So I create my own options.”
"B-But…" Frisk swallowed, hoping that would take away the lump in his throat and his confusion. "That's the problem. It's not that I'm choosing! It's not what I want, it's what I am What am I? I don't feel like I'm a girl either. So what am I? I don't have a third option.”
Toriel raised an eyebrow, perhaps as if surprised that he said that. "Uhm… Do you know what non-binary gender is, Frisk?"
He cocked his head not knowing what she was talking about, and knew that Toriel noticed because she smiled like when he was going to her with childish doubts.
“There are people who, like you, don’t see themselves as women or men, but as something different. They are not both and it is not that they are nothing, they are only on a third path among the others.” She explained patiently and put the clothes she had taken back on the bed. Frisk was watching her intently, still unable to process that there was an answer to his question. “There's nothing wrong with not being what others expect of you just because of how you look or how you are… Even for the way you were born.”
"But what about you?" He blurted out. That question had come to his mind a second ago and he felt that he would die if he didn't get an answer now. He felt very stupid saying it so suddenly, almost interrupting Toriel, but he couldn't help himself. “What do you think about it?”
"It doesn't matter what I want or think, Frisk. It is your happiness and your way of perceiving yourself. Nothing else matters than your own happiness. How you identify yourself or who you love you should know that everyone should respect it, and never apologize for being like that.”
She declared, and then moved to the basket of clean clothes she had brought with her when she came into the room. Frisk stifled a sigh when she returned to his hands the striped sweater that he had soiled days ago, and that he had missed even though he liked to change his style of dress.
"It doesn’t matter if you are a boy, a girl, or something else… You are still Frisk. That won’t change.”
An involuntary reflex made Frisk hug his sweater, and so he stayed, silent and lost in his own mind as he processed everything Toriel had said to him in his rhythm. So much information had left him somewhat perplexed, more than anything because he did not imagine that there was an option that would leave him satisfied.
"You don't have to know it now, you can keep thinking about it and take your time. I just want you to know that if it bothers you that I refer to you as a boy then I won't. And if you want me to call you by "they/them" instead of calling you by "he/him" like I did when we just met, I'll do it.”
Frisk muttered with his… No, their face still half buried in the sweater. They had a hard time letting the words come out.
“I… I think I like this third way and… “they” would be fine.”
Without having to say more, Toriel sat back on the bed with a satisfied smile. Frisk was still dizzy and dazed, not sure what to say or how to react, they could only respond to their own impulses when the woman touched their shoulder and immediately threw themself into her arms like a small child and began to cry. Toriel sighed, holding her child in a strong, protective hug, letting their crying stop on its own.
Frisk didn't know. Was they crying out of sadness because no one told them this before? Was the rage at this anguish that they carried with for years? Yes, it was all that, but it was also a cry of relief. Now they knew that they were not weird, that there was nothing wrong with them, that there were people just like them who knew how they was feeling including Chara themself.
Frisk knew then that they did have a place to belong.
They let all their tears release them from that stormy regret and let the goat's maternal affection slowly bring them back to reality, ending up warmly cradled in her embrace. They finally found the missing piece.
"I... Uh... Jeez.” They laughed through tears, still not letting go. “You must believe that so much drama just because of this gender stuff is silly.”
"I don't think gender identity discovery is silly. Maybe you don’t understand why it is so important to know it, but... I think it is difficult to judge when you don’t feel the pain in the hearts of others, much more when I know that you don’t come from this world.”
Frisk nodded with a sigh and finally pulled away from Toriel as she wiped their tears away.
"So… You know what you want to wear to dinner, my child?"
"I want to wear my sweater."
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A Dove Reborn; Ch.1
Warning[s]: Character death, Mentions of violence, murder, demonic possession [kinda, eh yea]
Word Count: 1.7k
Summary: Reader, a catholic schoolgirl, is brought in as a sacrifice. It isn’t until she’s payed a visit in hell that she’s given a second chance at life and vengeance
A/N: This is my first michael fic so enjoy my shitty excuse for writing I’ve been think about writing this for awhile so I really you like it. Whoever you may be [this blog is a ghost town]. Also there may be some typos because it’s late and a bitch is lazy. xoxo, go piss girl
Darkness.
That's all you saw as your limp body dragged across what felt like wood. You cried out, hoping someone would have the heart to help you. Instead, they laughed at your naiveness. Before you could think any longer, a voice interrupted your thoughts. "This is y/n she has devoted her entire life to being a good little christian. Pathetic." The woman spoke with hatred in her voice as you heard others make noises of disapproval and disdain. Your breath was shaking, you knew there was little hope for you, they didn't care about you or your life, and why should they? After all, you were just a shy little girl whose own family sent her away to a convent to get rid of her.
The skin on your body crawled as you felt the burning stares of everyone gawking at your practically naked form. The woman continued to go on about how silly you were for choosing to believe in a god who couldn't even protect you now, her voice overlapping with your screams and pleas. "Well, let's not waste any more time. The honor of tonight's sacrifice shall go to one of our newest members, Jim." If you were uncertain of your fate before, this solidified it. Tonight was the night you were doing to die.
You pleaded for your life though it was ineffective, your body tensed as you felt a hand across your face remove a few stray hairs. Before you knew it, the blade held along your neck glided with ease, your eyes began to tear as you took what would be your last few breaths. There, on the floor, your once pure body laid lifeless, upper half drenched in your blood.
Eventually, the group of heinous worshippers dispersed, some going off to eat, others making their way home. All of them seemingly unbothered by the presence of your corpse. Having your body on display for everyone to see was truly humiliating. You were to be gawked at, mocked, and then forgotten. The story of your life, no one had ever taken you seriously. Your mother hated you the moment she birthed you. Your father never stayed long enough for you to remember him. With all the time you had spent laying there, your body began releasing a foul odor, making it clear that you had to go.
The blue-eyed boy towered over your figure, his head turning slightly to face the much shorter woman with hair like that of a raven. "What would you like me to do with her, Michael?" The woman named Ms.Mead asked with a calmness to her voice, almost as if she did this often. Michael sighed, letting his shoulders fall slightly. "It's such a shame she would've made a great pet." He paused, taking a breath. "Bury her or throw her in the river for all I care, whichever is easiest." He said sternly as the woman nodded, the blonde turned on his heels to exit the once full room.
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You woke up from felt like an eternal sleep. Rubbing your eyes to look around the room, it all felt familiar. The soft lilac walls and crisply made bed, this was your home. Albeit one you hadn't seen in a long time. It had been almost seven years since your mother dropped you off at a convent. You observed the room with confusion, wondering why you were here.
Suddenly the door opened, revealing your strung-out mother. Your head tilted in confusion. "M-mom?" You reached to touch her, but out of nowhere, she raised the back of her hand to strike you across the face. You brought your hand to your cheek, eyes welling up with tears until suddenly she froze.
Everything was happening so suddenly that you cowered in fear as another woman entered the room, dressed in white, she flashed you a smile. The girl reached to hold your hand, but you immediately flinched. "Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you." She said, her voice soft and calming. You rubbed the tears away from your eyes and took hold of her warm hand. "Who are you. W-where am I?" The girl helped you to your feet. "My name is Mallory, right now you're in hell. But I'm here to take you back t-" Before she could finish, a dark figure walked in. "Ah, ah, ah. You don't get to break satans rules, my love." The man appeared with strawberry blonde hair and green eyes.
"Asclepius, this isn't any of your concern," Mallory said, letting go of my hand as she inched closer to the man. "It is actually, I too have been tasked with bringing Y/N back to the mortal realm." You watched as the two bickered as if you weren't in their presence, tired of sitting around like a church mouse, you decided to speak up. "Okay, what the fuck are you talking about?!" The two turned to look at you, almost shocked that you had interrupted them. Asclepius sighed before stepping closer to you. "This might seem hard for you to comprehend, but you're dead. Your purity made you a viable sacrifice for satan." He paused for a moment, reading the confusion on your face. "This place is hell."
You scoffed, finding his comment ridiculous. That was until you remembered the darkness, the voice of that wretched woman, and the coldness of the knife. "Holy shit." You said, your head falling as you realize your predicament. "So, what do you two want from me?" Mallory turned on her heels. "Well, I was sent to retrieve your soul and bring it back to your mortal body until he showed up." Asclepius rolled his eyes at the brunette, annoyed by her response. "My boss, satan, has been displeased with his son's work. He thinks you'd be a fine companion, someone to give him a push to bring about the end times."
All of this sounded insane. It was simply too much to process. Mallory could sense the fear coming off of you. "Good thing is that won't happen, so long as I have a say in it." She reached to hold your face as a form of comfort. But before you could react, her body fell limp as the red-haired man retrieved his arm from her back, her heart in his hand as you shrieked in terror. "Shhh Y/N, there is no need to fear me, soon you'll be back to normal soon." His voice overlapped with the hissing of snakes as they slithered towards you.
There was no place to run, so instead you back into one of the four corners of the room, even then, you knew it was useless. Pain pierced through your skin as the vipers sank their teeth into your skin, venom mixing with your blood. You tried to scream, but nothing left your throat, your mind slowly fading in and out of consciousness. The man gave you a half-hearted smile. "Send Michael my regards." And with that, your world faded to black once again.
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The skin on your body began to prune, given the countless days you had spent floating in the river. Suddenly your heart began to beat as blood rushed through your veins, your eyes opened, the water starting to irritate them. You mustered up what little strength you had left and made your way to the surface, gasping for air.
Swimming was never your strong suit, but you noticed that there was land nearby, so used your bit of energy to make sure you got there. Once you reached the dry land, your body fell, your back making contact with the soil. You wanted nothing more than to sleep. But something caught your attention, a scent. One you weren't all that accustomed to, you felt something within, almost as if your body was fighting itself.
Your body acted against you as you stood, drawing closer to the smell. As you crept, the voices become much more vivid. One, in particular, was much too familiar. "This sacrifice is much more special than anyone we've done before." You thought for a moment, and your mind brought you back to the night you lost your life, your cries and pleas ignored just like the unlucky girl they had chosen tonight.
You yearned to do something, but you were no match for them. That was until you watched as your skin went pale, bits of it turned to scales. Part of you was horrified, but part of you relished in this new power. Before you made a move, you heard a much deeper voice speak. "I sense something, someone, a powerful presence." Suddenly your body was completely taken over. Your once [y/e/c] eyes had now turned to a crimson red. Without thought, you suddenly appeared behind one of the cloaked figures, something you weren't aware you could do till now.
All the rage and bloodlust inside of you reached a boil. As your arm plunged into the woman's chest, you retrieved your hand to find her heart in it, and with no hesitation, you took a bite. The look of shock on everyone's face was pure bliss. You stood, wearing nothing but the underwear you had on the night of your death, covered in blood. Many of the cult members attempted to stop you, but it proved useless as you swiftly discarded them.
The few worshippers that remained had fled, hoping to keep their lives. All that was left were the corpses and Michael, along with Ms. Mead. The blonde boy gave a look of astonishment. Before anyone could break the silence, your skin reverted back to its previous form, the red in your eyes fading as your body fell to the ground. Michael approached you, kneeling to be closer to your face, cupping your chin, now drenched in blood.
"Magnificent, my father must have sent you." His face formed a wicked smile. You were far too weak to respond and watched as he removed his cloak and placed it over your cold body. With that, he scooped you into his arms, continuing to burn into you with his gaze.
His voice was smooth and mellow as he whispered into your ear. "Let's get you home." You shook your head in disapproval and tried to push yourself off of him, but there was no point. It was clear who had the upper hand. Slowly your consciousness began to fade once again. It was clear how exhausted you were, and eventually, you drifted into a slumber. Your fate left in the hands of a man who watched you die.
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okay wow can’t believe i actually finished a fic for the first time, this feels great! I hope you enjoyed, let me know if you wanna be tag okay toodles!
#michael langdon#michael langdon x reader#michael langdon imagine#Michael Langdon smut#Michael Langdon blurb#Michael langdon headcanon#michael langdon fanfiction
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