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WARNING EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD! READ WITH YOUR OWN CAUTION. ALL FLUFFY SMUT AHEAD! 18+ !!!! MATURE

Work count: 2k

This is a request from @elegantcollectioncollectorstuff

If you enjoy twilight this is a little replica. Staring Josh and Jake Kiszka, and of course Mr. Danny Wagner❤️

Enjoy everyone! Hope you like it, I think I’m gonna make these into parts!

DARLING PART ONE

“Josh wait I’m not ready, who’s coming?”

I’m immediately shoved onto the bed downward.

His hand reaches my mouth to only cover it with force. My tits smashed instantly causing my nipples to harden. FUCK.

“Shh, you know I don’t care!” His fingers find my clit while stalking down, sliding his two fingers around my wetness making me moan against the covers. He starts to caress my plump ass before forcefully smacking it, grasping it to release the pain.

“Uhfmn!” I spill out of my mouth as goosebumps appear faster than a second.

“The way you are responding to my touch is very balmy.” He slaps my ass again but with less force. I get up to sit into his lap cradling him.

I nod getting a better look at him, with his leaking cock sprung high. I lick my lips, slightly biting down on them.

“I wanna introduce you to someone first lovely.” I swallow hard, as my eyes went wide I hear distance footsteps. Josh then places a blindfold onto my eyes, blinding me from the goodness I’m about to see.

“I-I, wanna see Josh, please?” I beg while whining. He then places his cold finger on my lips, I shutter.

His cool touch to my warm alive skin only makes me more desperate. I begin to be quiet, hearing the footsteps become closer to me.

“Look what we have here boys.” Josh speaks to the others? I’m alone in my thoughts when another pair of cold hands cup my face. They lean in to rip off my blindfold, I open my eyes to three men standing before me. They all have piercing red eyes staring at me in hunger.

“She’s absolutely perfect Joshy, where did you find this beauty?” I think I remember Josh saying who these guys were the other day, what is going on. I bat my eyes looking into the tall mysterious, luscious, curly haired man’s eyes. He walks to me instantly grabbing my hands in his kissing them slowly.

“I’m Daniel, you can call me Dan if you want.” His pearly white teeth indicate a cheeky smile, causing me to flutter. I’m naked all in front of them, what was Josh planning.

The other guy walks to me and introduces himself as Jake. His dark liner bringing out his deep red eyes, so different. Jake’s introduction was a little cold towards me, Dan’s was on the sweeter approach.

Josh pulls to the side with Dan, leaving Jake to fend for himself. His body moves forward onto the bed with me. He gently lies me down spreading my legs wide open. His mouth attacks my neck sucking lightly, leaving a red spot behind. I moan biting my lip, he proceeds to lick down my neck placing his fingers onto my wetness.

“J-Jake.” I moan softly causing him to energetically kiss my soft lips. Josh had warned me about if I ever came over to his place, and now I know why. I swallow into the kiss biting his lip causing them to appear red. My hands lead to his belt buckle to unfasten them fast, yanking his pants down along with his boxers.

He then takes his shirt off, I flip us over so I’m in for a good measure. His length is slightly bigger than Josh, the thought makes me wet as fuck. Dan and Josh had disappeared leaving us alone. Great!

Jake positions himself towards me making me clench my eyes shut as he enters me. My wetness makes it easier but he’s so big, filling me up completely.

“Holy shit, you’re too tight! Good lord.” Jake hisses beneath his breath causing me to move slightly up and down. His hands find their way to my ass guiding it to slide easy with force. I begin to bounce hard onto him making him grasp my breast into his hands. He massages them lightly making my head roll around.

He flips us back over so he’s on top quickening his pace harder into me.

“FUCK, don’t stop!” I shout. He presses his lips against my neck biting soft while moving faster with his hips. The sensation I feel right now is so much I don’t feel any pain from him at all. He bites harder feeling his teeth sink into my skin, deeper with each thrust. I continue to cry out loud. I feel a drop of my blood trickle down my collar bone, making me gasp.

Jake begins to suck harder as his pace softens. My eyes roll back, my breath is becoming short. My vision begins to weaken, I blink rapidly.

“Whoa, JAKE! GET OFF OF HER!” I think I hear Dan and Josh yell running towards me.

Jake can’t contain himself he continues to bite and suck at my tender skin.

Josh soon rips him off of me, my center throbs at the loss of warmth in me. I wine for Jake.

“I’m okay, I like it.” I bite my lip causing Jake to smile showing his fangs licking his lips. My hand reaches to my neck to only feel tiny holes, leaking a little blood. Josh cups my face making sure I’m alright.

“Josh please, I want this. I already told you I’m all in.” I wink kissing him lightly while tugging at his bottom lip.

His smile grows huge, pulling me so he’s on top of me. My hands reach for his hair, getting lost in his locks. I tug them slightly massaging his scalp. Dan enters the room coming towards us on the bed.

Josh slowly makes his way to my head shoving his hard cock into my thirsty mouth.

Danny briefly moves to me sliding into me slowly as first, as he fully thrust into me making me moan onto Josh’s cock.

“Danny, move like that again.” Josh insist him.

Dan jolts inside me pounding his hips sorely into me, Josh pushes my head down further to his shaft.

I cup his balls fumbling them, only to suck onto them. I’m sucking Josh’s cock while Dan is fucking me missionary, he’s not stopping his pace, it’s quickening. I tighten around him yelling out louder than before.

My tongue travels up and down Josh’s cock taking him deeper each time I bob.

“Fuck just like that, I’m gonna cum baby.” Josh begins to shake above me.

Danny is making sure my clit gets rubbed as he is slowly entering me, in and out. My legs tighten around Danny’s waist, making him come closer to me.

His hands rake down my sweaty body, leaving scratch marks behind.

“Fuuuck, again!” I shout begging him to scratch me more. Josh finished into my mouth shortly after, I swallow hard showing him my tongue after.

“Good girl!” He pats my head.

He then runs his mouth to the other side of my neck sucking gently.

Dan is in my chest scratching his nails down causing little blood droplets to form.

“I’m going to cum, holy fuck!” With that Danny leaned closer into me sucking and gnawing at my skin. He begins to suck hard, licking my clean fresh blood away. He knows how to control himself, unlike jakey.

I finish while he thrust one more time into me, pausing.

Josh is nibbling my near kissing me strongly up to my mouth.

I start to squirt as I feel Danny’s warmth spill inside me, filling me with his liquids. I clench in and out making his cum ooze out of me.

“You look absolutely wonderful with my cum stringing out of you, darling.”

Danny winks while kissing my thighs hard. He disappears into the darkness, leaving me behind with Josh.

I am all covered in my own blood and sweat, I’m still alive. Shocking.

I lay on Josh’s chest while he begins to suck at my chest. Mmm. It feels so damn good.

“I’ve never tasted anyone quite as delicious as you.”

He sends shivers down my spine. I giggle and drift off to sleep, knowing he will be up watching me the whole time. I feel his fingers caress my abdomen, trailing to my ass.

“Wait until tomorrow, you won’t be so ready, darling.”

He chucks to himself holding me closer to him, so he can hear my heartbeat. His eyes stare wide, as of mine are drifted into a deep slumber...

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seokmins · 3 years

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0) Twilight — KHJ

the soft glowing light from the sky when the sun is below the horizon, caused by the refraction and scattering of the sun's rays from the atmosphere

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💞 🄿🄰🄸🅁🄸🄽🄶: Kim Hongjoong x female!reader 📚 🄶🄴🄽🅁🄴: Fluff, Teeny angst (?), Established relationship!au, College!au, Fashion designer!au 🌟 🅁🄰🅃🄸🄽🄶: R 💬 ⓌⒸ: 5.6k ⚠️ 🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶🅂: Cursing, Mentions of long work and exhaustion, Good ole college/life stress, Elv’s infamous pov and tenses switching, Cringe combo of korean and english bc that’s just how i write it, Prolly some innuendos but nothing extreme — just humor, Eating and also alluding to not eating/skipping meals, Domestic shit, Me knowing absolutely nothing about the music or fashion industries tbh, alcohol consumption and parties.

💫 (っ ◔◡◔)っɛƖ۷'ʂ ŋơɬɛʂ 💕:

Part of Cee’s (@yutasgalaxy) collab Flashing Lights, Part of The Teezer’s series, First part to Hongjoong’s story (and a prequel to the series tbh — his second part that truly matches the theme of the series will come later on). We get a sneak peek at the reader and Hongjoong’s dynamic *smirks* if you know what I mean I lit rally love Ateez’s song Twilight and the rapper bois helped write it *soft uwus* — before I even read the song’s translation, I knew I wanted to write a story for it and coincidentally this lined up! Thanks for including me in this collab and giving me ample time to complete this, Cee! Please note that each female s/o of the boys for The Teezer’s series will be given an “oc” name outside of their respective stories — more details can be found in the series’ masterlist and character profiles (boys | girls). I stuck way too many Easter Eggs in this omg kdsjfkds

“Babe — what are you doing?”

Your boyfriend’s huff of surprise contained more curiosity than annoyance after you’d practically ambushed the poor man upon his arrival home. In all honesty, it was rare for you two to even cross paths these days. Hongjoong couldn’t remember when that pattern began but the gentle squeeze of your palm had his heart swelling with its usual warmth in your presence accompanied by a twinge of guilt.

Meanwhile, you were giddy with excitement. The lingering tiredness that settled into your bones around the third year of high school and still weighed your body down five years later had miraculously disappeared tonight. Children never understand the privilege of their childhood and teenage years, so eager to grow up. You had been one of them — the possibility of having nobody to answer to seemed like a fantasy that couldn’t come soon enough. A shame that we all fall subject under the brutal hand of capitalism. Now, almost entering the middle of your second decade in life, you realized the true meaning of being ‘an adult’ was nothing but a repetitive cycle of playing catch up but never quite caught up.

Maybe that’s why tonight it was easy to cast away the worry over the next deadline due. Tomorrow would only be another day to wash, rinse, and repeat — and just like right now, Hongjoong was always the lotion to soothe your aching hands.

“Seriously, [Y/N], baby… what are you doing?” Hongjoong let out one of his cute little giggles as you turned to face him with a sneaky grin and placed a gentle finger on his plush lips.

“Shh, you trust me, yeah?”

“Always.”

It was an immediate reply, purely instinct. It was true — your boyfriend trusted you with his very life just as much as you did in return. But maybe… just maybe… it was the tiny change in your tone that had his pulse beat faster, the sudden feel of smooth silk brush across his fluttering eyelids. Maybe it was the way your scent he was so accustomed to enveloped him completely, the tug as you secured the oh-so-familiar scarf around his head, your sweet hum in his ear to confirm that it wasn’t too tight. All of his senses were honed in on you, and you alone, waiting for your next command. Just like always.

Hongjoong would be the first to say that you were the only one that had complete and utter control over such a man like himself. Even the rest of the boys were amazed how their captain changed from his strong leadership personality to an obedient, lovesick puppy around you. But little did they know…

“This again? Didn’t we just do it like this recently?”

… what a lil shithead he was.

“Joong! Get your mind out of the gutter!”

“Could’ve had me fooled,” he griped, gesturing to his covered eyes.

You rolled your own even if he couldn’t see. He wanted to play?

“Just be a good boy for me.”

Fine — you’d play… but only a little. Soft hours were very much overdue. As much as you’d like to tease and test one another’s control — or lack thereof — you had a goal to fulfill and precious time was slipping away.

Step-by-step you guided Hongjoong up the steep, concrete stairway. Giggles bounced off of the narrow walls as you fumbled against each other. Despite your boyfriend’s confident dancer's feet and unlimited confidence in you, you sorely failed him as your foreheads and noses bumped once too many times. You had suspicions he was doing it on purpose though.

“Was the blindfold really necessary?”

“Yes. Left foot up… you’re too smart — now, right — for your own good.”

“You mean, I just catch on quick.”

“Much too quickly,” you agreed. “Let a girl surprise you for once.”

“What do you mean, I’m always surpr — ”

Hongjoong's statement was cut off by the sudden adjustment of light after you'd taken the scarf off quite abruptly. His tiny gasp of wonderment had you smiling with pride. This was what you had been looking forward to the most. This was what energized and motivated you to take the time out of your busy schedule for a breather. It was all him.

The apartment you had rented your freshman year was small but still at least two times bigger than the average dorm. The quality wasn't bad and you had been able to make ends meet with your part-time job over the years. It became even easier when your boyfriend moved in during both of your first senior semesters. Plus, the spontaneous visits of your hoobaes for almost a year by now, had them acting like it was their second home. You didn't mind too much — most of the time they had the courtesy to knock.

But you had kindly asked them not to drop by tonight. Even with tons of sweet offers to help, it was something you'd wanted to do by yourself. Atop of your apartment was everyone’s favorite place and probably the best part of the whole building — the rooftop.

“So, what do you think? Did I succeed?”

The brown-haired man looked around with starstruck eyes. His heart warmed at the thought of you scurrying around before he came home to set up the pillow and blanket fort beneath the string lights Jongho hung last month. Sneaking his arms around your waist, Hongjoong lovingly nuzzled the back of your shoulder.

“Like I was saying, you always find ways to surprise me.” He laughed as you pouted at not hearing the answer you wanted. “But yes, baby, you did a good job.”

Both of you snickered at the inside joke. The rooftop was high enough that the sounds from the city were only a low hum compared to the birds making their nests nearby. A neighboring family dinner had your mouth watering as the appetizing smell of the sizzling barbecue wafted over.

“You probably had something to eat, courtesy of Yeosang but I, for one, am starving.”

Hongjoong frowned. “Did you not eat today? I have leftovers and a care package made with love for their favorite sunbae, let me go grab it.”

“Uh-uh,” you caught him before he turned towards the door. “Get over here and relax, I already prepared everything.”

The sweet nature of the otherwise, quite wild, hoobaes you and your boyfriend basically looked after was never lost on you. It never failed to make you smile, especially when someone made a noise too loud while visiting (harassing) Hongjoong during his late-night production hours. Oftentimes the combined whisper-scolds of “Shut the fuck up, dumbass!” were louder than whatever the offender had done.

You popped a cube of cheese into your mouth followed by a grape offered by Hongjoong. Somehow the both of you had managed to squeeze into the fort without toppling it down — although it had taken a few bumps and careful wiggling. One of those battery-operated mist fans gently blew the baby hairs on Hongjoong's neck and left your skin with a dewy glow.

“So, what creative brain cell sparked this?”

You hummed thoughtfully. “The lack of one, quite honestly. But mostly you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, I’ve missed you. Us. We deserve a breather.”

“Missed you lots too, babe. Sorry, I’m trying to finish this project — I can’t wait ‘til it’s done.”

“It’s not your fault, Joongie, you’ve been working so hard and you’re almost there.”

“So have you, how’s it coming?”

“Please don’t ask,” you groaned, “actually let’s not talk about work at all.”

You really didn’t want to think about it. Even after holing yourself up in your studio every night after sorting through different magazines that showcased styles over the years to now, there had been zero progress. It was like you hit a roadblock and it didn’t help that you needed to have a design finalized soon to complete this internship. You were sure your boyfriend felt the same given his situation was very similar to yours.

“I know, babe, I know. Do you know how many times I’ve stared at a blank screen? Even if the file got deleted, I wouldn’t care.”

“That’s a first. Better not say it too loud.”

He laughed, snaking an arm around your waist to pull your hip bone square to his despite the humidity. After all, moist skin-to-skin contact was not a foreign concept to you two.

“Okay, but seriously — how is it going? I thought you came up with a rough sketch already?”

“Ugh, I did but…” you wanted to scream. Not at him but at the situation — your shitty mentor, the world, life — anything except your lovely and loving boyfriend. “It’s just not it, you know? Has to be like that Lady Gaga meme or else it won’t catch anyone’s eye this summer. It has to sell.”

“Did Dyan say something again?”

“No, it’s all me this time, I mean, she’s right. It has to sell.”

The hand around your hip squeezed briefly. Hongjoong often heard you mocking the words of your mentor’s obsession with profits and sales with exasperation and exhaustion. He’d waded through enough discarded designs littering your floor to convince you to take a rest. He’s soothingly rubbed your shoulders and back when the defeated sighs clearly emphasized how badly you wanted to quit even if you’d never vocalize or do it.

It was the same kind of little comforts you did for him. Pulling him away from his computer when you’d wake up in the early dawn for work and his side of the bed was still cold. Always prepping the Keurig with a full reservoir of water, K-cup, and mug around the clock. Sneaking into his studio and pressing kisses to smooth away the concentrated frustration between his brows. Even the most exciting, wildest moments you’ve shared intimately with one another could not compare to the mundane little actions that came about in your daily lives, reminding each other why you’ve stayed with each other for so long.

Just like now, Hongjoong felt his heart lurch at the evident defeat in your voice. Despite everything, you had still prepared all of this for him — for both of you — and yet a gray cloud of doom hung above. Pressing a kiss to the top of your head that rested on his shoulder, he thoughtfully stared at the colorful skyscape pleasantly painted in front of your view.

You were by no means untalented. In fact, the two of you were the famous senior campus couple at the top of your class, natural-born leaders in every aspect and area, and obviously the perfect match. But whereas your boyfriend had pressure to lead his production team to victory with another self-composed song after an unbreakable record his entire college career; you had to generate a quick profit with a design of your own to prove yourself not only for the internship but your rightful place in the fashion industry.

If anyone could do it, anyone would say it would be [Y/L/N] [Y/N] and Kim Hongjoong.

But right now, those expectations weighed heavily on both of your shoulders. Hongjoong had his whole team relying on him plus even the college and his reputation were at stake. It might not seem all that serious, but he couldn’t help but feel the pressure with everyone so focused on it. Creativity easily gets blocked and he couldn’t count how many times he’d gone over the same sequence of beats only to delete them once more. The lyricism that once poured out like a waterfall faster than he could write it down felt like it had dried up. Something was blocked up and Hongjoong was tired of it.

Meanwhile, you had designed all kinds of different clothing and accessories for multiple occasions across campus throughout your four years. You had even revitalized the once-cringey fashion show your club used to hold every other year. Now, as president, you’d successfully hooked everyone’s interest into attending a show once a month — many fought to get a ticket be it through raffles, early-bird deals, and even… bribes. All admission fees went to local charities while the showy clothes strutted on stage were later revamped into more practical, functional wear and donated to GoodWill.

All of those were impressive deeds, truly commendable. But there was one major key missing — popularity. You hadn’t sold a single one of your designs, not even a piece. Once your little additions were removed and the ensemble was disassembled, the articles looked like every other generic item that could be found in the store. That was the whole point but it didn’t help your case. Begrudgingly, you admitted Dyan was right. You hadn’t sold a single thing or even started a trend… and trends bring in profit.

“I don’t want to be a trendsetter,” you admitted. “Trends are like fireworks. Big, loud, and fierce but then bang — gone… just like that. I don’t want to fizzle out.”

“You won’t.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do know you’re way too loud to fizzle out so easily.”

“Yah! Kim Hongjoong!”

He snickered as you jabbed him with your elbow after your offended outburst, which led you to groan because you were only proving him right. Still laughing under his breath, your boyfriend wrapped his arms fully around you despite your protest.

“Sorry, babe, I know you didn’t want to talk about work.”

“It’s okay. I know you’re only trying to boost me up.”

“But I’m serious — you make incredible designs. I know whatever you have floating around in your head with doubt is actually not as bad as you think. Maybe you should just take the plunge and see what happens.”

You booped his nose. “I could say the same thing to you, now couldn’t I?”

As he let out a weary sigh of agreement, the both of you turned your attention back to the splendid view in front of you. You marveled how even though the sun had sunk behind the distant hills to paint the skyscape in a myriad of colors, the humidity still hung low and heavy as if the lingering sun wasn’t ready to say goodbye. The stars peeked through the smog of the city with an occasional twinkle. You hadn’t felt this sense of peace in a long, long time.

A bird flew past, a black blur twittering and swooping through the soupy air. You absent-mindedly hummed a tune as you watched it with a sense of almost longing.

“Just think about flying in the sky, with no worries or responsibilities.”

“Yeah… ” Hongjoong mumbled, about to inform you that even airborne creatures have stress in their life when he suddenly froze. “Where’s that melody from?”

You wrinkled your eyebrows as you tried to pull it back from the wells of your unconsciousness. “Ah, that? I think it was a demo playing the last time I was in your studio.”

It took a bit but finally, you think you got it right, albeit a little more off-key this time. You felt a bit self-conscious with your boyfriend suddenly stiff as a board — and not necessarily in the sexy way.

“I think I just hit nirvana.”

“Oh my god, Joong, we’re not even drinking.”

“I’m serious, is this enlightenment?” He felt like a dam had broken. “I love you.”

Without hesitation yet definitely mild confusion, you replied, “I love you, too,” before your boyfriend was scrambling out of the fort. But not without a gentle kiss to your forehead, something he always made sure to do no matter how distracted.

You didn’t see him the rest of the night. In fact, you didn’t see him for two more nights but the constant visits of his production team were entertaining, to say the least. This wasn’t anything new — you chewed on the end of your sketching pencil as each boy dropped by to say hello while their leader focused on the perfect mix of vocals and music. After bickering all night long with Seonghwa that “clothes do make the man but that doesn’t mean the man is good news — for example, you, good sir,” you woke up after three hours of sleep to a certain brown-haired man smiling fondly at you.

“Ya know, you’d be really creepy right now if it was nighttime.”

“Then good thing you didn’t wake up when I came in.”

You opened your eyes a little wider to see the extremely dark circles under his eyes and mussed-up hair that probably mirrored your own. Frowning, you made grabby hands his way. “Get your ass in bed.”

Hongjoong chuckled and held onto one of your hands, placing a kiss on each knuckle. “Okay. But after I show you something first, hm?”

“Later.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“C’mon baby, the boys and I worked really hard on it.”

“... God, you’re such a brat.”

“And you love it ~”

Somehow you managed to make it down to his studio, sitting on Hongjoong’s lap in his sturdy office chair. Trying to work out the kinks in your shoulders, your jaw cracked as you yawned for the umpteenth time.

“This won’t take long,” he promised with a squeeze of your hip, “I think this might actually help you out, too.”

“Help me?”

“This is how I feel about you Twilight It's like twilight, yeah Oh baby, I just wanna see that twilight Wanna see that with you”

The precious, honey-gold vocals of your hoobaes filled the studio and you instinctively smiled with pride. Curiously you listened, the beats following an in-tune, upbeat version of what you had hummed on the rooftop.

“Just think about flying in the sky Just think about flying in the sky, Yeah 내 손을 잡아봐 이제는 Fly with us”

A fake-gasp. “You did not.”

“I did.”

“How do I file a complaint? I demand proper rights over my intellect.”

It was only a joke, of course. Nuzzling into the crook of Hongjoong’s neck, you were in awe of how he encapsulated what felt like the feelings of that night. Summer nights, the longing of freedom from the mundaneness of life, a slow-burn romance, a re-boost of energy, soft lips on moist skin, the hug of humidity — twilight.

“Wow, the talent, I love it. Since when did you learn to write love songs?”

“Since we met,” he replied sincerely. “Did you already forget how many I wrote to try and woo you?”

“Of course not. Just didn’t think you and the production team would be able to do one but it turned out great.”

“Well, it was harder, considering most of them don’t even know what love is.”

You snorted. “I am surprised, is this going to be for the competition?”

“Yeah, Yunho and San are coming up with choreo ideas this week.”

“Oh, how fun. I’m so glad you were able to kick through that composer’s block, babe!”

“It’s all thanks to you, which is why I have a proposition.”

You remembered what he said earlier but couldn’t think of how this might help you. But then again, the man was always full of surprises. With the smug smile on his face, he definitely had something up his sleeve.

“Okay, I’m listening.”

“Alright, well Mingi brought up how different this was from Pirate King which reminded me how we worked together on that.”

“Ah yes,” you smiled fondly, “that’s how we started dating.”

Hongjoong nodded. “So I was thinking last night about how you usually design our performance clothes for us. We didn’t really consider asking you this time due to how busy you are but what if… what if instead of simply wearing your designs we also promoted them?”

“Promote? You already do, in fact, that’s how our fashion shows keep their momentum. And I have such good-looking models.” You thought about it and your heart warmed at his efforts to help you out. “I know I somehow helped you out but you don’t have to worry about repaying me with assistance too, love.”

“It’s not like that, I want to help you either way. And you were amazing help.”

“I know, I know, look. I don’t mind at all drawing something up for you guys, it can be something simple. Honestly, I think a casual look would suit your concept quite well this time.”

“That’s it!” You flinched in surprise as he snapped his fingers. “Something simple! You know how everyone was dying to get their hands on their own version of our team jackets but couldn’t since it’s an exclusive design?”

“Yeah, well… that’s because I didn’t want anyone else to have your name pretending to be your girlfriend.”

“I love when you’re possessi— don’t distract me! I’m trying to help!”

You shrugged. “I was just admitting the truth. But… I do like where you’re going with this.”

“Right?”

Hongjoong beamed as you began mumbling to yourself, similar to the way he sank into his brainstorming phase. It was comforting to have a partner that was in the creative field too. Both of you understood one another’s so-called “distracted moments” and neither of you could get frustrated over such things. In fact, you were often mesmerized by each other just like now. He tapped your head to bring you back to the present moment before you got too carried away.

"You know you have connections when Dyan gets difficult, too."

"Connections? Like Woo's grandma?"

"Bless her heart, you know she'll have her knitting club buy anything that involves him."

You both laughed whole-heartedly. It was true — Wooyoung's grandmother always made sure to get first row seats to watch the apple-of-her-eye hip-thrust in skinny jeans on a stage surrounded by men and women screaming at the top of their lungs. You like to think it was because of you, though, since she never failed to compliment you about the clothes you designed to flatter her grandson.

"If I made a jacket with his face, the whole church would buy it after being bribed by her cooking."

Hongjoong grinned. "Hey, now, even I would do it — I can just hide the jacket in the closet and never look at it again."

"Rude."

"Pssh." A comfortable silence fell once more before he spoke up again. "Not that that's actually a bad idea but I was thinking more along the lines of San."

"Sannie?"

"Mhm, you know Aria? She's one of his friends and a model."

"... Yes, she is."

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"No reason, she's a gorgeous girl."

Your boyfriend tilted his head, clearly wondering what he was missing. "Is she? I've never seen her before."

"Oh, well. I don't know for sure, we've only talked a few times, but there's prolly something going on between her and the boys. Maybe."

“Really?” He quirked an eyebrow. “Interesting, I'll keep that in mind. Oh! Why not ask Naomi to take some pics, Yeosang says she's good with a camera. We can draw up posters or something."

"Why do you have such good ideas in that head of yours?"

"Because it's all for you babe, all for you."

You fiddled with the loose drawstring on his sweatpants. "I hate to ask everyone on such late notice, though."

"We're all college students, [Y/N], getting things done last minute is kind of our specialty." A loving kiss was pressed to the side of your head. “I'm sure they'd be more than happy to help their favorite sunbae out but I’ll always support whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“Likewise, love, thank you."

~ Three Weeks Later ~

"Thanks to everyone who made it out tonight and here's what you've all been waiting for… the results!"

Cheers filled the open stadium, the emcee's face dripping more sweat than the dancers who had just finished their performances.

"I present to you… the reigning kings, born from the blood, sweat, and tears of this very campus field you are standing on right no— "

" — Good lord, can they just fuckin' announce it already? What's with the dramatics?"

Black fingernails tapped annoyingly against a camera screen and you snickered at Naomi's comment, wondering if she had paused from recording. Her fancy set-up was just as impressive as the expensive desktop area she had in her dorm.

"This is a huge accomplishment, though, and the boys just happen to be attractive as demigods. Everyone wants a piece of them."

"Well, they can't have Yeosangie. He's all mine."

"Agreed, the same sentiments go for Joong." You nudged Aria. "And who are you calling dibs on?"

She sent you a blinding smile. "Er, none of them?"

"Smart decision."

Naomi snapped her gum and nodded in agreement with "At least someone here has a functioning brain cell," when the announcer finally finished his spiel.

"… and first place goes to… The Teezer's!"

The stadium erupted into the loudest screams and shouts ever heard even during a football game. Your ears may be numb by the time the gates let out but that didn't stop you from joining in the thundering stomps, the excitement rippling through the crowds like a big tidal wave.

You watched Hongjoong accept the trophy with a bittersweet mixture of insurmountable pride and melancholy. It didn't help that the youngest was already beginning to tear up as the emcee congratulated them.

"It's no surprise that you won but wow — what a bunch of exciting milestones this year! It is your fourth major win in a row, you've built such a great reputation, anything you'd like to say to that?"

"As a whole, we'd like to extend our gratitude for all of the support our lovely fans have shown us," Yunho waved around to the crowds. "Without you all, we wouldn't have the adrenaline to make it this far!"

The emcee nodded. "Without a doubt, the support you've garnered has only helped boost your success. Look how many are decked out in matching clothes — even I'm wearing one!"

Hongjoong took the mic, running a hand through his sweaty pink bangs with a smirk that incited a chorus of screams from the audience and an eye-roll from you.

"Exactly, I'd like to everyone to give a big round of applause for my lovely girlfriend!" The team began clapping followed by the bemused emcee. "If you haven't bought it already from the campus store, the Twilight jacket series will be sold at the gate while supplies last."

"Plus, you get a free copy of our latest mix-tape with Twilight, the song we performed today on it!" Mingi shouted as the applause grew.

Your boyfriend beamed as you visibly cringed and tried not to shrink away at the sudden attention. Even though many of your friends were normally surrounded by the spotlight, you were content with staying behind the scenes. Having control over the main scene of action was more your style.

Yeosang saved you with a shout of "Hey, my girlfriend helped too," which only got him a finger-heart-turned-middle-finger from Naomi that had Wooyoung's grandmother and her knitting club even burst into laughter.

"See what you're missing?" You teased Aria. "Thanks for all your help, by the way. It was a godsend."

"Please, it was nothing! I just happen to know a lot of people through work and stuff."

"And you're good-looking too. You and Hwa were the reason those photos sold."

"Oh my gosh, you're buttering me up too much, I just might fall for you, [Y/N]!"

Your eyes twinkled mischievously. "I'm not opposed to that, although I might have to convince Joong to share me. Think you'd be up to model for me again in the future?"

"I'd love to."

Although you weren't sure when you would have something ready for her to model — you weren't even sure what next step you'd take towards your future — you did invite Aria to the celebratory party the Teezer's were hosting tonight. Luckily, she was able to slip away far before you could. You had gone to check how the jacket stand was doing before leaving but the poor girl was swamped with hoards of people. There was no other choice but to lend her a hand, after all, they were your finished designs and miraculously people parted like the Red Sea when you came through.

That didn't mean they stopped their craziness, though. You were at your wits end with a boy and girl fighting over one of the last Large jacket sizes when a fresh-smelling, clean Jongho appeared. Although his appearance could have only stirred them up more, it was the girl who you recognized as Yunho's little sister that broke it up.

"I told her to be our bodyguard since she insists on using her fists to always solve things," the youngest explained, looking proud of himself so you ruffled his hair fondly.

"Kids these days. That's why you use your connections to get what you want." Wooyoung's grandmother swatted your butt playfully and placed a kiss on Jongho's cheek. She left with her head held high, cane clutched, and proudly wearing the all-exclusive Twilight Wooyoung jacket that had a shimmering sequins display of her grandson's handsome face.

It would've been nice if you were done after the last jacket was sold but that would've been too easy. Many people wanted to talk to you even if it was just to plead that you would make more jackets for them to buy. Finally, just when the sun was beginning to set and the true twilight lit up the sky with a palette of colors, were you able to leave. Hongjoong welcomed you into the Teezer's frathouse and you promptly cuddled into his arms — aching for some rest and your boyfriend.

All of the Teezer's parties were exclusive and invite-only. But tonight, it was an intimate gathering of only close friends. The uncertainty of what the next step for them as a team would be now that their leader was graduating hung heavily in the air.

"Hwa can take over now," Hongjoong announced quite abruptly, startling everyone.

It was quite sudden. The both of you had been reclining on the sofa, marveling how your hair had taken the pink color a whole lot better than his. Seonghwa had been trying to convince Jongho to take a swig of alcohol this whole entire time while Mingi snoozed on and off in the corner chair. You pretended not to notice that Naomi and Yeosang were nowhere to be found. Meanwhile, Yunho and Aria were playing Never Have I Ever ft. Alcohol with Wooyoung and San — the former two already looking like they were more than a little tipsy.

"I think the fuck not. I did not take a gap year to come back for this."

"You took a gap year because they paid you," you piped up. "Otherwise, you'd be graduating now too and not have to even contemplate this."

"I thought you were on my side, [Y/N]," Seonghwa whined and you shrugged.

"I'm just stating facts."

Naomi magically appeared with her boyfriend in tow and everyone acted like there wasn't a hickey on her neck that wasn't there before or that Yeosang's buttons didn't align on his shirt. Combing her hair down, she pointed out that Yeosang should be made the next leader.

Jongho snorted. "But then he won't be free to make your special blend."

"Wha— never mind. Make the twerp leader then, he's all mature and everything."

"You could make one of the dance captains leader," Aria suggested. "Since they're technically already a 'leader' in their area."

"Are we supposed to have a dance-off or something?" San scoffed and she frowned at him.

"You've been acting so strange lately, are you drunk already or something?"

Wooyoung clutched his head and began to groan. "Please don't fight!"

"They're not fighting, bud."

"You know, love, I don't think it's the right time for this. Everyone's already emotional after today…" you watched Yunho try and console his friend, "and not entirely sober."

Hongjoong let out a sigh. "But I'm serious about this… I'm just not sure when's the right time and it's better now than later."

"I know, but you still have time." Your eyes crinkled. "Besides, you're not entirely sure you're going to graduate… you still have to turn your demo in."

"Shit!" Everyone jolted in surprise once more. Hongjoong looked at you with panic in his eyes. "What time is it?!"

"It's ten 'o fi— "

"— Shit! I have to go, babe, you can stay longer if you want. Sorry everyone, see you later!" He zoomed towards the door muttering more curses under his breath.

"I'll be right behind you ~."

"What the actual fuck, just like that? You're magical, [Y/N]."

You shook your head at Mingi's remark. "Someone's gotta keep him in line. Alright, it's been lovely, congratulations on winning again, my kings, I'll see you soon!"

"I should head out too," Aria pulled San up as she stood. "And I should take him with."

Seonghwa quirked an eyebrow. "By yourself?"

"Yeah, a walk will sober him up. It's a cool night."

He still looked doubtful but you wrapped an arm around his. "C'mon Hwa, you and Yunho can walk me home, yeah?"

You discreetly sent her a wink her way before hauling both of the tall boys with you.

"What are you up to, [Y/N]?" Seonghwa asked without accusation once you were headed towards the direction of your apartment. You sneaked a peek at Yunho who only had a knowing look on his face.

"I'm not sure but something tells me it's a good idea. Hopefully."

"That doesn't sound all that confident."

"Then," you linked arms with the two of them, "tell me what in the world is going on between the four of you?"

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albino-whumpee · 3 years

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Demon Angel AU: Ritual sacrifice

Will I ever actually work on my WIPS or follow an schedule? Sigh.

Anyhow, a bit more of the AU with the boys for a late @whumptober2020! Sann discovers what did the gods capture a demon for! He´s not very happy about it and the fate of his friend.

CW// blood, ritual sacrifice, deity whump, captivity, pet whump (of sorts), forced to watch, torture, defiant whumpee, manhandling, creepy whumper and noncon touching (non sexual), wing whump, threats of murder, escape attempt and betrayal. Ask to tag!

Taglist: @as-a-matter-of-whump @grizzlie70 @orchidscript @giggle-evil-puppy @rosesareviolentlyread @haro-whumps

He was molded by his god to be perfect. Or their definition of perfect. Six pairs of wings that would allow him to soar through the sky as ordered. Perfectly white and soft for his God´s fingers to run through as he sang along to an ancient song the angel had never listened to but knew word by word.

Kneeling at his God´s feet, and singing to them like the perfect bird toy the demon had told him he was when he had gotten close enough to get a “hey, Angel, are you gonna tell me your name today?” instead of warning snarls. The angel had gotten defensive at first. Offended by the captive´s words when he was so much more to his God. So thankful to have been given the important job to stay by their side to serve them.

“You love flying don´t you?” the demon had told him shifting on his cell with his limbs going black from the friction of chains that cursed his touch.

He had a piece of cloth tied around the edges so it would pacify the pain for a little while, it was too risky to leave it, so the angel had to take it away when he went back to bed to his lord.

The angel bit his lower lip. Remembering his night strolls through the clouds, when he could simply put the three pairs of wings to work for him and him only.

“I do, but-”

“Then if your creator loved you so much they wouldn´t force you to stop. They would love to see you flying in the sky instead of forcing you to stay with them on the ground to show your devotion or whatever”

“It´s to bring honor to them! Besides, It´s my choice to do it or not!” the angel had yelled at him. The demon stood up and stomped his way to the bars of his cell. Until the chain yanked him back and he let out an exasperated groan before turning to watch the puffed out angel.

“Yeah? Is it really a choice when you´re terrified of saying no?” The demon refuted. “Do you even…Do you even know how they will fuck up your wings?”

The angel had frowned at the softening of his voice. He shook his head as the demon sighed.

“Come here, Angel” he said and the angel doubted moving, but ultimately walked towards the demon, curiosity itching to be satisifed. He jumped in horror as the demon pinched his hand with his own claws and black blood pooled on it.

“What are you-!?”

“Shh, I´m ok” he said crouching to take into his hands one of the feathers that had fallen off on one of the angel´s earliest visits. The three feathers hidden in a crack on the wall was his little treasure, but nobody, and most certainly not the Angel needed to know that “I´m not here just to be a party entertainer, Angel” he said dipping the feather in the blood as a sizzling sound crossed the air. The Angel´s heart stopped for a second.

The feather dissolved in less than a few seconds.

“I´m the main ingredient for your ritual. Once they dry me, you will coat your wings bloody black. But after suffering for a few hours, your god will give you wax wings. If you pretty please ask for them, they will give it to you. Just as perfect but absolutely useless”

“H-H-How do you know all this?” The freckled Angel heaved staring at the demon´s grim face.

“Demons disappear all the time you know? Who, besides your god´s soldiers, would take them? The humans? They wish! The Elder told me to avoid capture at all costs but I…” he sighed “I didn´t see them coming from above”

The Angel had never felt so betrayed. He couldn´t even say goodbye to the demon that night. He had wanted to sit next to his god at night, as the demon danced in his injured feet and enjoy along…but he couldn´t. He felt disgusted, afraid, of being forced to be the cause of pain inflicted on the demon. Of his friend. He could try to look away for as long as his god didn´t take his chin and make him watch.

It took guts to make a decision, and it had a cost to save the demon.

At night, his god called for him and he prostrated before them to be informed the ritual would be at dawn.

The Angel should have stayed quiet. Should have shown his excitement just like when they told him he was chosen among all the other angels to become theirs.

But nothing but questions and the need to cry came out.

“What´s wrong, Sann?” they asked him gently wiping the tears off his face. A name was given to him to respond to, but only the giver knew what to call. Only his god could call him Sann.

“My lord, I have a wish for you to answer”

“Ask and I may consider”

“What will happen to the white demon on the dungeons after dawn?” Sann asked with a knot forming on his stomach as the god took their hand away.

“Worried about your own enemy. What a pure little one I made. But don´t fret, it´s only natural for living things, no matter how cursed their existance, to cease. You should know that, Sann” suddenly the finger tracing his jaw didn´t feel like a gentle touch, but a warning. Sann´s wings shivered as his god planted a kiss on his forehead “You´re far more important to me than that funny creature of the underworld, Sann. I expect nothing less but perfection from you and you have relentlessly proved your worth to me. Do it one more time and get ready, my perfect little bird”

Sann knelt in one knee as they walked away to the gardens “Yes, my lord”

The Angel couldn´t focus on the gorgeous scent of the flowers that bathed their body and the brush that groomed their wings, neither on the voices that praised him for getting such a promotion and telling him how beautiful he looked on his ritual gawns. They all had been angels like him, promoted, without any lower angel seeing. He had always wondered about why such secrecy…

“Sister?” She asked the black skinned angel mussing his hair and hummed in reply. Her wings were always shiny and immobil behind her. Always dragging on the ground as she walked behind her own Lady “What are your wings made of?”

At the question he felt a sudden pull back. He let out a pained yelp through gritted teeth.

“Oh my! I´m sorry! I…what kind of question is that, sweetheart?” She said and didn´t speak again until she was finished and pushed him to the next room.

He didn´t miss how she didn´t answer his question.

They never did.

—

It was past midnight when the Angel started with his meditation. He was supposed to last until dawn, but no matter how hard the effect of the tea they had given him, he couldn´t force himself back into that state. Slightly dizzy, he stumbled his way to the window. Just to check how much time he had to get his last flying before the ceremony.

He saw the sky turning that pinkish tone he had soared through in his first flight. Racing the sun to see who could come higher faster. He remembered how the wind felt on his wings, how the currents carried him higher, how the clouds melted without touching, they had never been fluffy cutton, but scurried through his fingers like water.

More than once he had asked despite himself, what were they made of. What was everything even himself made of. Despite been forbidden from questioning the greatest god´s creations, he kept wondering. He wanted to know and appreciate it, not deminish it.

Why was it so wrong to ask?

At the thought a tear spilled off his cheek.

Because the answers may not be as innocent as he thought, he now understood.

It pained him to admit it. It hurt so much to make a coocoon of his wings and touch them in longing. The demon was right. He didn´t want to dissapoint his god, but he also didn´t wanna lose his flight.

He would prefer to fall.

The demon should still be on the dungeon. He could…he could save him. He could take him and.. He needed to…

He suddenly was yanked up by the arm by his sisters and brothers. A procession trapped him until they arrived to the plaza, just a few minutes before dawn.

In explicit detail he was instructed about the ritual´s procedures. Such was his shock that, before he knew it, he was on his knees in front of his god and…

“Control that beast!” the blonde, winged soldier cracked his whip at the demon. Hitting him plain in the face, blood splattered on the floor but the demon kept squirming and growling under the ropes holding him down. His tail tightly bound to one of his legs. He was kneeling with a muzzle over his face and a rope tightening more and more around his exposed, vulnerable neck. The more he moved the more it digged on his skin, black blood ran down in rivulets through the rope and to his wrists. Struggling just made it worse, but his eyes didn´t lose the fight in them. Like a red twilight, his eyes were filled with the omen of blood.

The demon was finally seized with the help of two other soldiers. Holding him in place to stare directly at Sann. His eyes widened as he found the sword on the angel´s hands and Sann understood immediately he bared his fangs in fury, in betrayal and then closed his eyes and stopped struggling.

The soldiers let him go and the demon jerked forward. His forehead barely brushing the Seraphim´s feet in defeat. He saw his eyes and there was no need for words to understand what they meant.

“I trusted you”

The demon lowered his head as Sann began with the first step of the ritual: singing an hymn in honor of the highest god. The creator of all. Even the demon´s elder.

It should be carried on with a dance with the sword on his hand. Gentle steps that got framed with the movements of his wings. The gods and Sann´s god watched his performance delighted.

The ritual dance stopped with Sann bowing at the demon with the sword on his back.

He whispered to the white haired demon then.

“I want to know your name”

The demon´s snort was muffled by the muzzle.

Golden bowls on the sides, so in his sweaty state he had to take them and put them right below the demon. He carefully moved slower, trying to make as much of a curtain as his wings would let him cover in a place filled with gods and soldiers.

“I´m not gonna hurt you” Sann whispered, moving gracefully behind the demon, sword on one hand and grabbing a fist of white hair to uncover the neck. He glared back with a venemous look.

It wasn´t part of the ritual to cut the muzzle off his face with the sword, yet it fell to a sudden silence of the public. To the demon´s amusement.

“I promise” he mouthed to the demon. Eyes were nailed on them in all directions, but the tension seemed to ease and quicken as he set the sword right over the tender skin of his throat.

The demon squinted but his lips twisted up, sensing the honesty of the winged creature.

“Tell me yours, and I will tell you mine”

The angel looked above and took a deep breath where he extended his wings and lifted his sword. Using the sudden roar of cheering to mouth his name at the demon. The sword pointed in a direction without guards.

The joy at the barbarie vanished just as quickly as Sann´s sword cut through the ropes, switching it for horror as the demon ran free. He was not an strong demon, he himself had told him so, yet he pushed the angel off his way and ran with little equilibrium with his tail still bind to one of his legs.

The soldiers were torn between going for the demon or for Sann, which he used to extend his wings and flap the three pairs of wings down, giving him enough power to impulse him up.

He was a fallen.

Sann had fallen and he could sense his god´s ire high up above the clouds.

But, if they had given him a chance to choose, they should´ve been prepared to hear a no.

He turned in the air and plummeted down towards the demon running to one of the borders. Saw him stopping cold and fighting inercia to avoid falling over. Sann extended his arms and curled on his wings to go faster and catch him right when the soldiers were about to reach him. Flying off with a twist and going down and down.

The demon screamed.

“DON´T LET ME FALL DON´T LET ME FALL DON´T LET ME FALL!!!” He panicked as he gripped to the angel´s chest.

“Hold tight!” Sann screamed back, as the muscles on his back protested the strain. They would have to hold on. Until they could lose the fifteen soldiers after them and their arrows.

The cold air pierced his lungs and the demon´s screams were starting to make his ears ring.

He turned through soldiers popping out, but if his calculations were correct, they could get through the barrier into the human world in just a few more meters.

Just a little bit and there would be freedom.

As soon as Sann flew away, his god trembled in fury but quickly collected themself to bark left and right to bring them their bow and a frask of poisoned demon blood.

If Sann refused to be theirs, if Sann had the guts to defy them and decide they wished to fall trying to protect a filthy demon, then Sann had been a failure needed of extermination.

The god prepared themselves. Picked up one of the arrows and submerged it on the frask. Then pulled back and waited. They knew their creation was fond of his wings and his flight, they had taken pride of a creature so devoted they would take what was most precious to him, himself.

“What a pity. But it´s alright, with your flesh, we will create a better version. Just like you surpassed the one before you” they let the arrow go “My sweet little bird”

Sann didn´t sense the arrow, but the demon did.

“Watch out!” He screamed turning Sann by pulling one of his wings. Right out of the arrow´s direction but in turn, it blew up one of his horns making him lose his grip around the angel.

He wasn´t a strong demon, he was not a shape shifter or had herculean strength. He was just a low class demon that was perfect for an angel without any battle training, to handle.

It was strange.

So, so strange to know he was gonna splat on the floor and he couldn´t avoid it, but had an angel rushing to meet him. Hand extended and screaming something he didn´t understand.

He was falling too fast and too hard, he was loosing consciousness, the last he saw were trees getting bigger and closer.

Ah, the human world.

The demon saw the black blood spill above him and made the effort to cover it.

He didn´t want the angel to get burnt with his blood.

In such dire situation his mind wondered back to those gray eyes telling him his name.

Sann…

He hadn´t been able to tell him his name.

He closed his eyes when he saw the angel´s wings expand and frenetically rush down. The last he felt was the angel´s…Sann´s arms wrapping around him. His wings covering them to protect them both as they fell into the woods.

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agerefandom · 4 years

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Sugary Sweet

Fandom: Twilight

Characters: Jasper Hale/Alice Cullen, regressor!reader

Words: 1,700

Summary: A simple morning in the life of an age regressor who lives with Alice and Jasper, full of sugar and fun. Reader is gender-neutral and regresses to a baby age-range in this story!

Warnings: Food, pacifiers, a little temper tantrum, diapers, and changing.

You wake up slowly, warm and cozy in the embrace of the blankets. The morning light is soft and hazy, a mobile circling above your head. Your eyes slowly begin to focus on the stars and rocket ships dangling above you.

A big yawn stretches your mouth, and you start to wake up properly, shifting in the crib. The bars stretch up around you, and you reach an arm up to the bars, wrapping fingers around its length and rattling them a little.

It’s enough sound that Alice is at your door in a moment, sweeping into the nursery with a wide smile.

“My baby is awake!” she coos, making her way to the crib and sliding down the bars so that she can reach in and smooth back your hair. “How did you sleep, darling?”

You catch Alice’s wrist and bring her fingers to your mouth, biting down on the knuckles lightly. Her skin is cold and almost sweet-tasting. She laughs at you and withdraws her fingers, picking up your paci and slipping it into your mouth. It fell out in the night, but the paci clip attached to your onesie makes sure it never goes far. “There you go, much better.” She boops your nose and then lifts you up, effortless despite her slight frame. Vampires are the best, you’ve watched Alice pick up huge rocks for fun but it somehow always makes you feel surprised when she lifts you. Like you’ve suddenly become weightless and you could just float away if Alice wasn’t holding on.

“Amabbaba,” you babble around your paci, snuggling against Alice’s chest as she brings you across the nursery to the changing table.

“Oh, really?” she replies conversationally, trying to set you on the table. You cling to her, unwilling to let go of the embrace. “Silly little one, you need a change!” Alice says, nuzzling her nose against yours. “Come on, only a second. And then we can go see Jasper for your breakfast!”

“’asper!” you gasp. He’s been gone for a few days with the other Cullens, and you missed him a lot. This time when Alice puts you on the table, you reluctantly release her shirt from your grasp. She slips a rattle into one of your hands, and you hold it up above you, enjoying the shh-shh sound of the beads inside. You experiment with tilting it this way and that, listening to the different sounds it makes, and hardly noticing Alice changing your diaper.

“There we go!” She pats your hip, pressing into the soft diaper that holds you safe and padded. You wiggle under her touch, giggling as the diaper crinkles under your bottom. There’s nothing else like that sound, sending you straight into your safe place where there’s only hugs and stuffies and naptime. “Up we go!” Alice scoops you up again, settling you on her hip. You wrap your legs around her waist, resting your head on her shoulder as she carries you downstairs. She bounces you lightly on the stairs, a fun little movement that keeps you aware of her effortless embrace and the padding of the diaper. You giggle again, feeling safe and weightless.

“’asper!!” you shout when you reach the ground floor, unwrapping your legs so that you can put your feet on the ground. Alice lets you stand and you start to run towards the kitchen, off-kilter and clumsy but too excited to wait for Alice to help you.

“Sweetheart!” Jasper’s voice calls back, and he’s running towards you a second later, sweeping you up into his arms and spinning you around in a wide arc, the kitchen wide enough to allow the movement. You come to rest in his arms, and he grins at you with that open smile that you’ve only started to see. Jasper used to be really careful around you, but once you got used to each other and Alice built your nursery, he started to get a lot cuddlier. You’re glad: Jasper gives really good hugs, even if Alice’s are the best. “How’s my baby this morning?”

“Hung’y!” Jasper makes the best food and the promise of breakfast is so very exciting.

“Well, that’s good because I’ve made a proper feast.” He carries you into the kitchen, and Alice follows behind. Sure enough, the table is laden with plates of fruit and whipped cream, a stack of waffles waiting to be dressed up with all the extras.

You squeal excitedly and squirm in Jasper’s hold, trying to get to the syrup. He laughs and keeps his grip on you, strong enough to foil your best efforts to escape. Alice and Jasper work together to get you into the high chair as you grab for the fruit on the table. Alice locks the little belt over your hips, keeping you in place, before they add the plastic tray in front of you.

“Here we go.” Jasper pretends to wipe his forehead once you’re all settled, as if that was really hard work. He likes playing human more than Alice does, especially when you’re a baby. It makes him happy, and that makes you happy.

They flit around the table, letting you pick the fruit and toppings for your waffles and then arranging them into fun little patterns like kitty cats and smiley faces. Alice adds extra syrup with a wink and Jasper cuts them up into little pieces, feeding you by hand. His fingers get sticky and sweet, and you can’t resist biting them a few times while they’re in your mouth. It only makes him laugh, and he doesn’t bother to get a fork, so you know it doesn’t bother him.

Breakfast is sweet and messy and there’s blueberry juice all over your hands and face by the time you’re finished. Jasper is also covered in syrup, but Alice has managed to stay mysteriously clean.

“Looks like the two of you are taking a bath,” she says, pressing a kiss to Jasper’s temple as she lifts the tray up from your chair. “I’ll clean the dishes, darling, you take the baby upstairs.”

“As you wish,” Jasper says. His accent gets stronger when he talks to Alice, and it’s clear how much he loves her. You’re so lucky to have them in your life, to be squished between the huge amounts of love they have for each other. Alice laughs and disappears into the kitchen as Jasper undoes your bib and starts to free you from the table.

“No bath,” you protest, trying to push his hands away. “No bath!”

“Yes a bath,” Jasper tells you, easily maneuvering around your flailing limbs. No fair! He’s too fast and strong for you. “You’re a very sticky baby.”

“No!” You can feel the tears welling up in your eyes. It was such a nice morning. You don’t want to take a bath. Jasper quietly lets you feel your frustration, finishing the unbuckling process and picking you up for the trip upstairs. You struggle against his grip. “No bath!”

“Sweetheart, you love baths,” Jasper sighs. He doesn’t react to any of the squirming and kicking as he carries you up the stairs. “You’re going to be happy once you’re in there.”

“No!” You can hardly remember what you’re upset about, but it means everything. Jasper won’t put you down! Everything is awful! No matter how hard you kick your legs, his grip is gentle and unyielding. “No, no, NO!” Finally giving up, you slump in his grasp, the tears coming in full force. Jasper holds you close and now you feel his powers slipping into your mind, easing the panic without stopping the tears entirely. You’re still sobbing when Jasper sits you down on the toilet seat so he can start your bath, but by the time he comes to take your clothes off, you’ve finally cried yourself out.

“Hi sweetheart,” Jasper says soothingly. You blink up at him, eyes sore from the tears and head fuzzy with exhaustion. “Arms up, please.” You oblige, and he slides your onesie off in a smooth movement, unwrapping the diaper from your waist so that when he helps you to standing, it gets left on the seat behind you. He moves it into the garbage and guides you into the bath.

As always, it’s the perfect temperature, and your toys are already waiting there, little floaty fish and boats with flashing lights that you can drive around while Jasper washes you and his own arms. You can make motorboat sounds with your lips and you do that while Jasper cleans your hands with a washcloth, splashing in the water once your arms are free again. Baths are the best. There are so many things to do!

Jasper washes you from head to toe, and the water gets fuzzy with soap and bubbles as he goes. You trail your fingers through the suds, watching them cling to your hand as you go. You’re still feeling tired from your tantrum, and a big yawn takes you by surprise as Jasper goes to drain the water.

“Early naptime today!” Alice calls up the stairs from the kitchen.

“As the missus commands,” Jasper murmurs to you. “An early naptime it is.”

You’re feeling cozy and pliant as Jasper helps you out of the water and scrubs a towel over your head before wrapping you up. He brushes your hair with gentle motions and dresses you in a new onesie once your diaper is securely on. A pacifier is produced from one of the cupboards and the next time you yawn, Jasper pops it into your mouth.

Sucking on it, you lean into his grasp, already starting to drift back to sleep. You know they won’t let you sleep too long, that the day will be full of blocks and games and getting bounced on Jasper’s knee. So you don’t bother to fight the drifting feeling, and you barely feel Jasper setting you back down in your crib. You hold onto him as he draws away, and a soft friend is pressed into your arms, settling your mind. You cuddle the stuffie close and roll onto your side in the crib, giving one last suck to your paci as you drift off to your nap.

#sugary sweet is exactly what this fanfiction is!#this made me want a little sib so bad #regressors who wear diapers are valid and precious and make for very good cuddles #agere writing #agere stories #twilight agere #twilight #alice would make the prettiest nursery everrrrr #i feel very soft after editing this #sfw agere #babyre #stories for regressors

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cheri-translates · 4 years

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[CN] Shaw’s Summer Night Date

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date which has not been released in English servers! 🍒

This date makes references to Shaw’s Birthday Event, so be sure to read that first!

The date begins with a phone call.

MC: Hello–

Shaw: [deep sigh] What do you want? It’s early in the morning. You aren’t sleeping?

MC: It’s already 11am. What do you mean by “early in the morning”? Did you forget that we’re meeting today? Get out of bed!

Shaw: Huh… we planned to meet? I guess that’s fine. I have something to do today though. Look for me in school later.

MC: School? You have classes today?

Shaw: Of course not - it’s summer. There are no classes.

MC: …

Shaw: We’ll meet in the library.

MC: The library?

Shaw: 2pm in the afternoon. That’s all. I’m hanging up.

MC: Huh?

Without waiting for me to continue, I hear the dull tone of the ended call.

MC wonders why Shaw is heading to the library – is it because he plans to steal some professor’s book, or is there some secret treasure that no one knows about?

More importantly, she’s worried that her birthday surprise for him would be ruined

The fridge in the antique store looks like it’s on the verge of being spoilt. Would the cake I left there yesterday last till tonight?

MC: …I knew that celebrating Shaw’s birthday would be a very troublesome thing!

She heads to the library and does some work while waiting for Shaw

I am completely focused on my work, and am caught off guard by a sudden coldness on my face. I lift my head quickly.

Shaw is standing in front of me, one hand holding a can of Coke, and a playful glint in his eyes.

MC: You’re late again!

I straighten my back and look at him in an accusatory manner, but he just leisurely takes off his bag and sits down.

Shaw: I got it, I got it. It won’t happen again.

MC: That’s what you said the last time, and the previous time before that-

Before I finish speaking, Shaw leans towards me, and I can smell his fresh shampoo as he closes the distance between us.

Shaw: Shh. This is the library. Please refrain from making noise.

…he tells me to refrain from making noise, but he himself is saying this in a loud volume.

Students who were focused on their work lift their heads to look at us. One bespectacled boy even shakes his head after looking at us before continuing his work.

I push Shaw away, feeling embarrassed.

MC: ...move further away a little.

Shaw arches an eyebrow, his eyes smiling as they sweep over my face, before tossing a glance towards the people in the surroundings.

Seeing them lower their heads, he slowly takes out a stack of reference books and exercise books.

MC: You’re really here to study?

I curiously sneak a peek – These textbooks are completely new, and there isn’t a single crease or marking on the covers. Clearly, they haven’t been used before.

Shaw grabs one of the books, flips to the first page, and takes out a black pen from his pocket.

I stare at him silently for a long time, barely believing the sight before me – Shaw studying? It’s something you only see once in a century.

MC: Why do you suddenly have the passion for studying?

Without much hesitation, Shaw gives me an answer that is both surprising and yet not unexpected.

Shaw: Final exams.

MC: …huh? Mm… I empathise.

He’s a student after all, and has to put his studies first.

I put aside my initial shock and flip through my work proposal, deciding not to disturb this scholarship contender as he studies.

In order to celebrate his birthday without any issues today, I had already prepared everything since last Friday.

MC: …

After two hours, I finally cave in and look at Shaw, taking in his studious look.

He leans against the back of the chair lazily, his sleeves rolled up in habit, revealing a slender arm.

He can’t seem to internalize the contents of the textbook, causing him to exude an extremely serious aura. Yet, the speed at which he flips the pages leads one to click their tongue.

In just half an hour, he has flipped through a book that has several hundred pages.

One hand holds the book steady on his legs, while the other hand is in mid-air, toying with the pen in his hand. It’s as though the pen is being held by an invisible thread, moving from his palm to the back of his hand, and then interweaving between his fingers before twirling around his thumb.

…this skill is actually pretty cool!

I watch his pen twirling techniques closely and secretly take my own pen to copy his movements.

Lower the thumb, and then lightly push using the middle finger, like this…

I try to copy Shaw’s movements, but with a gentle push of my fingers, the pen slips out of my hands and in front of Shaw. The ‘thud’ of the pen meeting the table is loud!

Countless eyes look in my direction! I immediately lie on the table, burying my face in both arms, hoping to make myself disappear.

Shaw: …

As the tip of my ears and my cheeks redden, I can clearly hear Shaw’s teasing and playful light laughter.

I don’t look up but reach out in front of Shaw, trying to feel for my pen.

Before recovering from my embarrassment, Shaw has already leaned towards me, speaking in a joking manner, the warmth of his breath on my already burning ear.

Shaw: I already told you - this is a library, please be quiet.

I take the pen into my hand and use the tip of it to jab his elbow, silently telling him to continue with his studies and not be bothered by me.

Shaw: You don’t have anything to do?

I lift my head a little, but before I can answer, I see a girl walking over. She timidly puts a beautifully packaged cake box in front of Shaw and runs off without a word.

MC: …is that your friend?

Shaw: I don’t know her.

There is a yellow post-it note on the cake box, and on it is a drawing of a cake with a few candles, and below the cake is a cutely written “Happy Birthday”.

Looks like Shaw is quite popular among the girls in school.

I hold up my chin and shoot him a meaningful look.

Shaw lifts an eyelid, takes his bag and stuffs a few books into it. He stands up and proceeds to stuff my items into it as well.

Shaw: Revision is over. Let’s go.

I see him all prepared to leave, and point at the cake box on the table.

MC: The birthday cake… You’re not taking it?

Without turning around, he slings his bag over his shoulder, walking out the exit. I hurry to catch up with him.

MC: W-wait, where are you going?

Shaw: You know that today’s my birthday, so of course we’re going to celebrate. Let’s go to Live House then.

MC: No we can’t… Follow me!

The corner of Shaw’s lips curl upwards, his eyes squinting in a smile. He shifts backwards, letting me take the lead. His interest is clearly piqued, and his expression looks as though he awaits to see what I have planned.

Shaw: Lead the way.

MC leads him to the antique store

As they stand outside, Shaw speaks up:

Shaw: Tell me, how did you know that today is my birthday?

MC: You haven’t even entered, but you already know I’m going to celebrate your birthday?

Shaw looks at me with a smile that says, “Of course”.

I open the doors of the antique store. I walk to the middle of the store, and outstretch my arms to reveal the end-product of the day I spent decorating.

MC: Happy birthday!

Shaw was probably stunned by the exaggeratedly decorated store. He steps through the doorway with a hesitant look in his eyes, but after a few seconds, he can’t help but laugh aloud.

Shaw: If the old man sees the store like this, he’d be so angry that he’d comes back to life. I like it though. A birthday celebration should be this lively.

Looking at the smile hanging on his face, I no longer feel uneasy. I confess how I found out about his birthday.

MC: When you lent me your jacket the other time, I found your student card in the pocket… I’m not surprised that you’re a Gemini.

After a slight pause, I think back to his earlier words.

MC: Live House is too noisy, so I picked this location… Would your mentor be upset that I kind of tormented his store?

Shaw: Not really, I didn’t mean what I said. Anyway, he has given me the shop. This is my shop now, and as long as I’m happy, it’s fine.

As he says this, he reaches out to the balloons and ribbons hanging on the ceiling.

Shaw: If I’m happy, he wouldn’t mentor.

This is the third time he’s brought up his mentor.

The first time, he mentioned it in passing. The second time was when I borrowed an antique from the store. He rarely brings up his mentor, as though his mentor meant something special to him, different from other people.

MC: What kind of a person was your mentor?

Shaw: He…

Shaw is silent for a while, digging through his memories. He thinks for a while, and then laughs.

Shaw: He was a normal old man. Loved money, loved nagging, and he often let me talk to customers. Spent his whole life taking care of this palm-sized shop, he’s nothing special. But he treated me well, and even celebrated my birthday. Also, his cooking skills were not bad. But his business was too dull, so he didn’t have much to do. A pot of meat could stew for an entire day.

When saying all this, his voice contains his transparent emotions. He has tossed away his usual teasing tone. It’s as though he has finally taken off his prankster mask, revealing the teenager that he should be at his age, and the purity he originally had.

MC: I’m envious that you had such a mentor.

The sun has set and faint twilight streams in from the window, casting this person in a layer of quiet atmosphere.

The sparkling light is reflected in his eyes, giving his amber eyes a bright hue.

Shaw: Come with me.

Before I can react, my wrist has already been taken ahold of, and I can only follow him.

They end up sitting on the rooftop of the store. The sky is already completely dark.

MC: Happy birthday. Although… I thought this was a good idea when I was planning it. But it feels like spending your birthday like this is a little too quiet. I can’t help but feel that something livelier is more up your alley. If I had known earlier, I’d have bought fireworks for us to put off.

Shaw laughs.

Shaw: I don’t like lively things that much. This is good.

The evening wind rolls up the corners of his shirt, revealing a tight waistline. His eyes stop wandering, and he turns towards me, his eyes smiling.

Shaw: It’s easy to see fireworks.

He suddenly balls his hand into a fist in front of me. Seeing my confused expression, the corner of his mouth lifts up.

After that, he opens his enclosed hand slowly – light blue electricity appears before my eyes.

In his palm is a lightning-created firework, and every inch of electricity crackles and sparkles. It is incredibly eye-catching.

I am completely flabbergasted. You can use your Evol like this?

Shaw: Looks good?

MC: Yes! This is the first time I’m seeing such fireworks.

I can’t help but exclaim, and even reach out to feel it, but Shaw presses down on my hand.

Shaw: Is your brain working? This is electricity.

While saying this, he extinguishes the firework. With the bright light gone in a flash, the surroundings become even darker than before.

I hesitate for a moment before touching his palm with my fingertips, feeling the traces left behind by the lightning.

MC: …does it hurt when I touch it?

Shaw: Of course not.

Shaw lets out a chuckle, as though mystified that I’d ask such a silly question.

He brings his hand closer to me.

Shaw: Aren’t you celebrating my birthday? Where’s my gift?

MC: How could you ask for your own gift!

Shaw: Why not?

MC: There wouldn’t be a surprise then!

Shaw: The surprise isn’t important. The gift is more important.

MC: …fine, I’ll let you win this time.

I take out my phone from my pocket.

Shaw: Are you really going to send me a red packet? That’s so unoriginal, what kind of a surprise is that.

I ignore him, stuffing one side of the earpiece into his left ear while I put the other earpiece into my right ear. I press a button and music plays.

Right after Shaw is done speaking, he pauses for a second, his expression turning from one of dumbfoundedness to surprise. After a while, he clicks his tongue softly.

Shaw: Tch, you truly lack creativity.

As the melody continues playing in our earpieces, I bend my head towards him and laugh.

I found this song in the bin of his work laptop. Or rather, when I found it, it wasn’t a song yet.

The ‘song’ only had a few melodies here and there, but the style was perfect.

Playing with the band is just a hobby, so Shaw rarely creates something from scratch. He must have hidden things he wanted to say in his music, but never brought it up with anyone.

I spent a few nights writing the melody with the little skill I have, reading into the blank spaces the thoughts in Shaw’s head.

And then I sang it as a song, to be given to him.

This is what I felt was the only present that could show that I am willing to understand him, and that I genuinely care about him.

MC: Does it sound good?

Shaw laughs.

Shaw: It’s average. The singing is a bit much though.

I glare at him fiercely, suppressing the urge to punch him – The fact that I can sing like that is already very good!

MC: No matter what you say, this is my present to you. You should happily say that it’s quite good, thank you!

Shaw laughs again.

Shaw: Fine. Thank you.

Once he opens his mouth, I already feel like retorting, but suddenly stop myself.

MC: …hmm?

Shaw lifts his hand to push the earpiece into his ear, and starts humming along with the melody.

Shaw: [humming]

A voice flooded with youthful spirit fills the night wind and is blown towards the crowded street.

I plug out the earpieces from my phone and place them in his hand.

MC: This is also for you. It’s a double assurance, just in case you don’t like my song.

Shaw instantly plugs the earpieces into his own MP4, wraps it around several times, and puts them in his pocket.

Shaw: Not bad. I like it.

I dangle my feet over the roof and casually question him.

MC: Didn’t you say it’d rain whenever you’re happy?

I stretch out both hands, pretending to be waiting for the rain. I look towards him and shrug.

MC: It isn’t raining.

Shaw lowers his eyebrows, his lips suppressing a smile, his expression reflecting his amusement. After a pause, he suddenly stretches out his arm-

My first reaction is to hurriedly cover my head with my hands to defend myself, thinking he is going to flick my forehead.

MC: What are you doing…

His arm goes over me, hooking around the back of my head. With a gentle pull, he brings my entire self towards him. Caught off guard, my forehead is suddenly pressed against his.

Our foreheads are warm, our breaths are warm. The place where my arm meets his is warm. My skirt is damp from sweat, and where it sticks to my skin is warm.

The teenager’s amber eyes are warm too.

I avoid his eyes and lower my head. I see trickles of sweat covering his collarbone. Following the rise and fall of his chest with his breathing, the sweat drops trickle downwards.

Shaw: Do you have a little crush on me?

The purposefully low voice carries with it a smile and calm confidence, as if no matter how I answer, he would only accept the answer he has already decided in his heart.

Shaw: Where’s my birthday cake?

I mutter softly.

MC: …in the fridge.

Shaw: I’ll leave my birthday wish to you. You can try to make a wish, and maybe I’ll have a crush on you in the future too.

MC: I don’t need such a wish!

I’m about to push him away, but he loosens his hold on me first and hops down from the roof.

Shaw: Come down, let’s go have cake!

MC: …

Shaw: Come down, I’ll catch you!

MC: You better!

Shaw laughs and stretches out his arms, ready to catch me. Under the light, his eyes are full of light and heat. I can’t look away.

I take in a breath, let go of the roof, and fall.

🎧

Shaw’s post on Weibo (21 June 2020):

Shaw: It’s a suitable day to be up on the roof.

🎧

Phone call: here

Video call: here

#mlqc #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc shaw

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yunhoway · 4 years

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Star-Crossed Lovers

Pairing: San X Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Word count: 4.2k

Watching the Sun radiating its comforting rays brought peace in your soul. Even though you couldn't see his body due to the Earth situating in between you and the planet, you could feel his warmth. Most of the inhabitants on Earth enjoyed the fact that it was daytime, for they often engage in exciting activities during that time with their fellow companions. They were always out when the Sun was up. One thing for sure, the Sun was everyone's favourite.

Unlike you.

With the night sky accompanying you, you rarely saw the citizens out of their homes even though you illuminated the land just fine. The very few people who were out in such twilight hours were often the lonely and ostracised ones seeking for your company. These people didn't say much; just staring at the starless sky occasionally hoping that the forlorn feeling disappeared. It was depressingㅡyou had to admitㅡbut if your presence soothed their souls, you could at least provide that. It wasn't like the rest of their population appreciated your presence anyway.

It was understandableㅡyou believedㅡfor the people to not value the Moon the same way they did for the Sun. Who would have wanted to go outside when it was dark? Although you did provide some illumination for them (which by the way, wouldn't be possible without the Sun), it was still dark outside to do something productive. Furthermore, it was dangerous to play outside when the people often relied on the natural sources for light.

"What'cha doing?" Disrupting your train of thoughts, the asteroid casually asked as he floated freely next to you.

"Nothing much, Wooyoung. What about you?"

"Barely escaped from Jongho's cold stare," he recalled his encounter with the Uranus. "That guy needs to chill, metaphorically of course. He looks like he was about to kill me or something when I was just joking!"

"And what joke did you exactly say?" You quirked your eyebrow.

"I just said 'Hey, Jongho, don't you think it's funny that the humans call you Uranus? Get it? Your anus?'. Damn, I was really laughing like a maniac earlier but he responded with a glare!" Wooyoung moved closer to you. "Don't you find it funny too?"

You shook your head in mock disappointment, "If Jongho decided to kill you, I'd said you deserved it."

"How could you?!" He gasped dramatically. "Aren't you supposed to be by my side?! You're San's lover, and as his best friend, I should have your support!" You chuckled, "Try telling him your encounter with Jongho, and see if he responses positively."

"Fine! Just you wait!" He firmly said. "And oh, Yeosang, I think you should hang out with Jongho more. Maybe that'll cool you down."

Before the Venus could even retort, the asteroid had already escaped once again. Yeosang huffed.

"I swear to god, he's been getting on my nerves even though I tried ignoring him!" He then faced you. "How can you even handle that annoying prick?!" You shrugged, deciding not to comment since you knew any opinions wouldn't be appreciated at the moment. He'll be fine eventually, you thought. Just then, you spotted two familiar entities approaching your way.

"Hey, Y/N!" Both Yunho and Mingi said in unison. "How's the people tonight?"

"Not many are awake."

Yunho and Mingi looked at each other for a moment, sharing a telepathic message before they nodded at the same time.

"That's fine," Yunho spoke with a cheery tone. "We'll just send one meteor to Earth and see if there are people lucky enough to make their wishes."

Mingi then pushed one into the Earth's atmosphere, letting the meteor free falling as it recorded the humans' wishes along the way.

~~~

When you finally had a glimpse of the Sun a few days later, your lips naturally curved upwards. It had been a while since you last saw him. San didn't noticed you peeking from the Earth, for he was concentrated with listening to his friend. Watching San's expression intently, you could faintly hear Wooyoung sharing his encounter with Jongho. San was nodding throughout, furrowing his eyebrows at one point before his face scrunched up with mirth. As if knowing that you had been watching them, Wooyoung suddenly turned to face you, giving you a smug face.

"Hah! You heard that?!" You heard Wooyoung shout, causing the Mars to stir from his sleep due to the noise. Seonghwa slightly opened one eye, and when he noticed Wooyoung, he shook his head in disdain before facing the other way. San flashed you a loving smile, in which you couldn't help returning too. Wooyoung seemed to realise that your eyes were not exactly at his, and when he turned back to San, his friend displayed a lovesick expression as San gazed at you fondly.

"Ugh, is this what humans call 'lovebirds'?" Wooyoung groaned in disgust. Nevertheless, neither you nor San were bothered by Wooyoung's remark when the two of you were head over heels for each other.

"Whatever, I'm leaving," Wooyoung announced, in which his friend gave him an amiable smile before San's attention was back on you.

"What are you doing?" You remarked telepathically when San sent you a flying kiss.

"Showing my love for you, of course." He winked.

As much as you want to hide the warmth in your cheeks, you know you couldn't when his rays were able to reach you and feel the sudden change in temperature. And of course, he took pride in making you blush with his affectionate displayㅡeven teasing you about it.

"Love, why are you so shy suddenly?" San cheekily inquired.

"I'm not, my dear~" You knew there was no point in denying it, yet you found it hard to admit that you were clearly affected by him.

"Really?" He raised an eyebrow. "Then why are you heating up right now?"

"Well..." you quickly dug up an excuse. "Your rays were too warm!"

"Oh, should I stop projecting my rays on you then?"

Your eyes widened as you quickly responded, "No!"

With his lips stretching further upwards while his eyes resembled your crescent moons, San was obviously having fun messing around with you. You faked a pout as San continued to laugh at your embarassment.

"My dear, why are you doing this to me?"

"Because I love you so much." The laughter ceased as he gazed earnestly at you. "I can't wait to hold you in my arms again, my love."

His confession had led the two of you to yearn for those small yet precious moments of San embracing you. The solar eclipse was the only event which allowed both of you to do so, hence San always found himself longing even more once the two of you parted yet again. It was probably this reason which caused San to treasure every moment of him enfolding you.

"It won't be long before the eclipse arrives, my dear." You gave him a faint a smile. "Just be patient for a little longer."

~~~

Every time the eclipse approached, you smiled yet cried. Smiled because you could finally return to his comforting warmth, yet cried because you knew very well that people hated to see you two together. They often prayed for the Sun and Moon to stay apart, for they believe seeing you together spelled trouble. Some even hurled rocks towards the sky in an attempt to chase you off. Although you couldn't exactly feel the physical pain from it, it hurt you nonetheless to see them hating you with a passion.

"What's wrong, my love?" San inquired when he noticed you downcasted.

"Nothing, my dear." You faked a smile. "Just feeling a little extra lonely lately."

"Be patient, love." He reassured. "When the eclipse comes, we'll be able to be together once again."

You wished you had his optimism, but a part of you thought that he had been able to be positive when the people always celebrated his presence. A part of you envied that he got to feel the people appreciating him. Your presence only brought the loneliness and sorrow out from the people. They rarely regarded your presence, treating you as if you were just another being floating aimlessly in the sky. Heck, even Wooyoung who sometimes flew past the Earth had been appreciated by them (although it was often that they mistook him for a shooting star).

"You're sad again." San noted, disrupting you from your negative thoughts. You laughed it off, "It's nothing, dear."

He knew you were lying, yet he didn't comment further about it. San knew you believed that he wasn't aware of the reason behind your sadness, when in fact, he noticed every little expression of you whenever you looked at the humans. It didn't help that the villagers were preparing with great efforts in what he assumed going to be the greatest event ever in history. He was afraid that with more people gathering to insult the eclipse, you were bound to get hurt even more.

San's words were soon a reality, for the citizens started denigrating your presence even when you and him barely converged a few days later. And it angered him more that he had to witness you shed your tear when you should be happy meeting him.

"Please don't cry, my love." It broke his heart to see you so despondent.

"I'm sorry..." You hid your crestfallen expression from him. "I'm sorry for inconveniencing everyone."

"Don't ever say that," he sternly warned. "You're never an inconvenience, especially to me."

Once you two were close enough, he didn't hesitate to hug your figure, covering your ears from the incessant insults thrown at you. Nevertheless, you heard them loud and clear, causing you to shed even more tears while hiding in his embrace.

"Shh..." San cooed. "You're special to me, and you will always be my everything."

He continued to whisper sweet nothings, hoping that it would silence the abuse which were penetrating your head. Eventually, you roughly wiped your tears once you pulled away from his embrace.

"You need to let me go now," you said.

"No."

"San, please!" You begged. "Or else they're going to hate me more."

He wasn't done with showering you with his love, yet he admitted that you were right. His hold on you eventually weakened, allowing you the freedom to orbit normally again. And when you completely escaped from his touch, San was already missing you greatly. You gave him a sad smile, knowing all too well of the feeling. At the same time, San was infuriated, especially when the inhabitants on Earth were holding large celebrations once the eclipse was over. His anger took over him, leading him to project his rays with greater might.

"San, don't," you urged. "You're going to harm the people on Earth."

"They deserve it!" He snarled. "They should learn not to treat you like that!" You couldn't return to him, because it would only upset the whole system by doing so. Unable to convince him any further, you slowly orbited as usual, hoping that he would cool down eventually.

It seemed your hope didn't come into fruition, for he had caused the lands to suffer droughts and the heat unbearable for the humans as the Earth continued to orbit. This time, San was determined to teach 'these imbecile beings' a lesson despite your numerous times to discourage him. Even Wooyoung, who always find the Earth annoying, felt that it was too harsh of a punishment. Nevertheless, no one was able to convince San when he was so headstrong in his quest for retribution.

Sadly, the humans perceived this as a curse due to the prolonged eclipse. They began to rebuke the Moon even more, hurling more hurtful phrases at you despite their parched throats. You hid your tears nonetheless, afraid that your lover would inflict a harsher punishment on them. Despite the humans' cruelty, you had a soft spot for the Earth, for you would be nothing if not for the planet. Only the asteroids and the stars were aware of your tears as they floated past.

"Please don't tell San about this," you implored them, although they found it hard to mask their worry for you. Nevertheless, they obliged. The least they could do for you was to respect your wish.

~~~

You barely talked to San ever since that incident. While he was engrossed in punishing the human beings, you were busy trying to conceal your pain. San failed to realise that as the moon of Earth, you were bound to feel the intense heat he was radiating as well. You often played around with the waves at night as a form of distraction from the pricking discomfort. Tonight was no different, except for the fact that you noticed a couple at the beach.

Weird, you thought. Who would come to the beach at this hour?

As you listened to their conversation, you soon realised that they were forbidden loversㅡmeeting at such an ungodly hour only because it was the most appropriate time for them. Your heart ached for them as you learnt how their parents hated each other to the core, restricting the lovers from expressing their affections openly. What surprised you though, was when the couple began to talk about you.

"Don't you think the Moon is lovely tonight?" The man observed. "The Moon is always there to witness our never-ending love, don't you think so?"

You almost teared up upon hearing his words. There was never once a human being spoke to you with such gentleness. Maybe you did end up tearing after all when you listened to the woman's response.

"I've always thought the Moon is beautiful. Do you think people will eventually realise its beauty eventually? I hope they do."

You couldn't resist from breaking down in tears. You wished you could grant their wish to love openly, but that was beyond your capabilities. Luckily for you though, Yunho happened to fly past you.

"Why are you crying, Y/N?" Yunho questioned.

Despite the tears running down, you beamed. You were glad that he came at the right time, even though you suppressed the urge to laugh at his confused expression.

"I know you fulfil wishes for humans who seek for you, but do you think you can fulfil a wish of mine?"

"Not sure, though," he replied nonchalantly. "But I can try."

You took a few deep breaths, calming yourself completely before you could articulate your wish clearly.

"I wish the people on Earth can appreciate the little things in life, love each other openly and rejoice at the fact that they're living."

Yunho had a sense that you were kind, but he never thought you would be so selfless. As such, he agreed to fulfil it immediately, flying around the Earth to spread the love you had for its people. When Yunho was done with his job, he returned to your side.

"Is it just me or is it hot in here? Like literally."

You hesitated to give him an answer. Knowing Yunho, he would confront San about itㅡand you didn't want that. You would rather let San do what he thought was necessary than confronting him and worsen the situation instead. However, Yunho was sharp enough to take note of your quick glance at your lover.

"It's San right, isn't it?" Yunho then noted the way you would squirm every now and then. "Y/N, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

"Stop lying," Yunho asserted. "Don't make me tell San about the times you cried on your own."

You sighed, "I'm not sure how much longer I can withstand the heat from his rays, Yunho."

"I'm going to confront himㅡ"

"Yunho, don't!" You quickly stopped him. "Just... don't."

"Why?!" He shouted. "Why Y/N?! Why are you making yourself suffer?!"

You flinched at his outburst, in which Yunho soon grew apologetic for his sudden release of emotion. Eventually, he heaved a deep sigh.

"Fine..." Yunho yielded. "I won't tell San for now."

"Thank you, Yunㅡ"

"But don't expect me to keep mum about it when your health is at stake," he warned, even though his eyes were showing sympathy.

The star took his leave a few seconds later, leaving you alone once again.

~~~

San's wrath seemed to have no limits, for his rays had never once weakened in its strength as the rays continued to penetrate the Earth's atmosphere. Frankly, he could intensify his rays further, but the Earth would then be annihilated and San thought that would be too easy of a punishment for the humans. San wanted to torture them, to let them suffer in his wrath. Almost all of the planets and asteroids and stars avoided San as much as possible, equally afraid that they would also become victims of his rage. Almost all except Mingi.

"Mingi!" Yunho shouted as he chased after his friend. "Do you know what you're about to do?!"

Mingi stopped on his tracks before turning behind, "Then do you expect me to do nothing after what you've told me?! Yunho, Y/N is in danger!"

Yunho was quiet for a moment. Although he knew his friend was doing the right thing, Yunho feared that a friendship was bound to be broken. Mingi didn't wait for his friend to speak, for he was already in a rush to confront San. And that seemed to break Yunho out from his trance as he quickly followed his friend.

"Hey, San!" Mingi screamed when he was near the Sun, ignoring the intense heat which the former was currently experiencing.

"Can't you see I'm busy?!" San growled, not bothering to glance at Mingi.

"Too busy to the point you didn't notice Y/N suffering?!" That seemed to catch San's attention, for his fury dulled for a moment before his eyes searched for you.

Oblivious to the commotion, you were preoccupied with your attempts to cool yourself down. Despite the pain, you didn't weep (even though the tears were precariously brimming in your eyes). You forced yourself not to cry because crying wouldn't solve the heat, and you didn't want to invite any more attention from your friends who witnessed your tears.

But San had seen it all. He had seen how hard you tried to keep the pain to yourself, how hard you tried to be less of a burden. Regret washed over him unceremoniously, for he finally realised his grave mistake. The radiations drastically diminished as he muttered, "What have I done..."

When you felt the sharp reduction of the heat, your eyes were automatically on San who was looking at you all this while. You recoiled when his rays slowly reached out for you. Although a part of you knew that San wasn't going to hurt you, another part of you was convinced that he was capable of hurting you unconsciouslyㅡespecially since you had witnessed him in his infuriating form. Eventually, you hid behind the Earth, not wishing to see San at the moment. San was left distraught when you refused to talk to him. Unbeknownst to him, both Mingi and Yunho had long excused themselves, so San was now left alone to figure out how to coax you.

Alas, San didn't have a concrete plan even when you had reluctantly revealed yourself. The humans still hated you as usual, and here he was, failing to protect you when you needed him most. You also refused to talk to him, facing the Earth as much as possible as you orbited around the planet.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N." San broke the suffocating silence between the two of you.

You never responded. San sighed. Nevertheless, that didn't deter him from attempting again for the next few days. He would speak animatedly to you, as if you two never fought in the first place. He would also try to get your attention by pointing at the glimmering stars around. Yet, you chose to stay quiet throughout, and San had no choice except to mutter an apology at the end of the day, every day.

San, however, had no clue that you were also apologetic towards him. You felt that he deserved better, and that it wasn't worth it for him to love you when he could have gone for something easier. Of course, San wasn't aware of these thoughts when you purposedly shut off your telepathic communication with him. Still, you shared these thoughts with Wooyoung, despite knowing his brotherly bond with San. It could be due to his amicable personality which allowed you to confide with him, and maybe a part of you hoped that Wooyoung would convey these thoughts to his best friend because you didn't feel confident to say them directly to San. Eventually, San was informed about it, and he didn't hesitate to approach you as soon as he heard about it.

"My love, why would you ever think of that?" His rays slowly reached out to you in an ever so gentle way.

"I don't know, San..." you sniffled. "I just don't feel like I'm worth fighting for..." Sorrow stabs through his soul when he heard your words, "Don't ever say that, my love. You're everything to me, and I'm willing to fight for you no matter what."

"Please stay strong for us, my love."

~~~

You were glad that you listened to his words, for things began to improve in your favour. The technological advancements discovered by humans had resulted them to see the Moon in a new light, and they also grew ambitious to study more about the solar system. This led you to know a new friend years later, thanks to Wooyoung who stumbled across Pluto.

"Hongjoong's a nice guy actually," Wooyoung remarked, "even though he seems reserved."

"Maybe it's because he has never communicated with anyone before," you added.

"Probably."

"Or maybe he just doesn't want to talk to you," Yeosang quipped as he nonchalantly looked at his fingernails. "You're annoying, after all."

"Hey!" Wooyoung yelled. "That's very mean of you!"

Yeosang only responded with a dismissive huff before turning away, putting a stop to that conversation.

"Meanie," Wooyoung mumbled once again before his attention was fully on you. "Are you excited for the eclipse?!"

You grew bashful at the thought, subconsciously catching a glimpse your lover who was in his own world at the moment.

"Pfft, why are you so shy?!" Wooyoung mirthfully noted. "It's not like this is the first time you two canoodle!"

"Shh! Not too loud, Wooyoung!"

Although you didn't verbally express it, Wooyoung knew you greatly anticipated the eclipse. It was obvious that you were excited, especially since the humans had been more kind towards you and the eclipse. People barely scorned you nowadays as their praises for you emerged. You never thought you would still exist to witness this.

While the humans in the past would gather to insult you, now, the humans would watch the eclipse taking place as they marveled at the sight. "Look, Ma!" You heard a boy shouted from afar. "It's the eclipse!"

You faintly smiled. San was still holding you close as the two of you witnessed the people expressing their praises at the rare phenomenon together.

"Look at how the humans admire our love, my love," San said in a dreamy whisper.

Your back was pressed against his chest as both of you continued to stay close for a little longer. And when you two parted once again, you noticed some humans feeling disappointed when the eclipse ended. Of course, a part of you felt happy because you and the humans share similar sentiments. At the same time, you believed that the time had come for you to love openly, and there was no need for you to be envious of the attention received by San when the people also appreciated you for who you were.

"I miss you..." San confessed when he let go of you.

You chuckled upon noticing his pout, "But my dear, we barely parted."

"Still..."

From afar, Seonghwa watched the lovers interact with a contented smile. He had been supporting you and San quietly from the sidelines, and Seonghwa had always believed that your love would prevail eventually. Now that things were more or less resolved, Seonghwa was planning to sleep. But of course, someone had to ruin it.

"Hey, Seonghwa," Wooyoung pestered the Mars. "Aren't you tired of sleeping all day?"

"I'm much more tired of dealing with your energy," Seonghwa faced the other side, but that didn't stop the asteroid from continue questioning the former.

"Why~" Wooyoung whined. "I'm trying to be nice with you and this is how you treat me?! This is atrocious!"

The Mars then angled the planet in such a way where its volcano was aiming at Wooyoung. Seonghwa voice went an octave lower as he said, "Don't make me shoot lava towards you."

"Alright! Alright!" Wooyoung quickly backed away. "Geez... you're such a spoilsport..."

"What did you say?!"

Wooyoung had already took off before any lava could be spewed out from the volcano.

FIN

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The Fool (Ch. 3) {Fred Weasley x F!OC}

SUMMARY ››››› After getting tangled up with the Weasley Twins during the events of the Quidditch World Cup, Wren Collings’ life takes a turn for the chaotic. It threatens everything she has going for her, but she’s not convinced that’s entirely a bad thing.

PAIRING ››››› Fred Weasley x Female OC

WORD COUNT ››››› 5,500-ish

WARNINGS ››››› There is no depression or mental health issues in this story, but there are mentions of death, violence, abuse, some PTSD, etc. As most of the specific warnings revolve around major plot points or are found throughout most chapters, I’m just going to rate certain chapters on the movie scale. This is chapter PG-13.

A/N ››››› This chapter This chapter kicked my butt. But the fact that it's written and posted and I did not disappear for a year (which has been known to happen when I can't seem to get a chapter right) is a victory.

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Word of the Thom Spiro Incident--what Wren had finally agreed to call the small display of justice at lunch--spread quickly throughout the castle. While this was somewhat worrisome, it was not an entirely unexpected consequence. Besides, for the most part, the student body seemed focused on the fact that Thom had rather abruptly turned completely violet and not so much on the hows, whos, and whys of the situation.

Although Wren was fairly certain that it was only a matter of time before those questions would ripple through the castle, she was proved wrong on her way to Divination. As she was passing by a gaggle of third year girls, she overheard their whispers: apparently, during the fourth to fifth block class change, Professor Snape had been seen arguing with Professor Sprout about her standards for admission to her NEWT level class. This news quickly passed from student to student, bringing new life to the buzz surrounding the Incident and easing Wren's anxiety a bit.

While a purple student and quarreling professors would be enough to keep the student body talking for at least a week, right before dinner the drama came to a head when loud shouts were heard coming from the Hospital Wing. According to Lee, three girls had been dragged out by Hagrid and Madam Hooch, kicking and screaming at each other. From what he could gather, each of them had been to visit Thom only to discover he was dating all three of them.

This of course had inspired Fred Weasley to give a small toast in Wren's honor, despite her protests that he "Sit down!" and "Shh!". Afterwards, the Twilight Protectorate--the name Alicia saw fit to bestow upon them--spent the rest of dinner sharing the various speculations they'd heard throughout the day about "the purple Ravenclaw."

But much in the same way the purple slowly faded from Thom's skin, so did the excitement surrounding the incident. Life moved on. Thom's Herbology station was moved closer to Professor Sprout, the Weasley twins stopped making a show of watching Wren's every move, and normal life at Hogwarts resumed.

For the most part.

There seemed to be a lingering closeness between Wren and her dorm mates. Alicia had taken to insisting that Wren come to the library with her and Angelina and Katie or join their game of Exploding Snap or come and lay out on the lawn with them.

This was exactly where the girls found themselves stretched out now, Angelina halfheartedly working on her muggle studies homework, the rest having long given up on their own parchments and books scattered between them.

“Reckon we don’t have too many days left like this,” Katie mused, tucking her arms under her head as she lifted her face to the sun.

“I’m surprised we even got this one,” Angelina remarked, scratching out an answer and rewriting a new one.

It was unusually pleasant even for early October. The girls' jumpers were plenty to keep them warm against the cool breeze that swept across the lawn every now and then, rustling their parchments and flipping pages in their books.

"It'd be nice if it stayed like this for your birthday," Katie said. "We could do something on the lawn then."

Angelina shook her head as she continued to scan through the book in front of her for a bit of information. "We don't need to do anything for my birthday."

"You're turning 17," Alicia pushed, as if the fact that Angelina would finally be of age was lost on her. "You'll officially be able to do magic whenever you want."

"And drink whatever you want," Wren put in, lifting her head up from her folded arms and propping her chin up in her hand.

"I want to see Angelina do shots of Firewhiskey," Katie smiled, turning onto her stomach to stare at Angelina. Angelina, for her part, simply rolled her eyes.

"Not going to happen," she said, with a firm shake of her head, quill scratching lightly against the parchment. "The only thing that's really going to be any different over the next eight months is that I can enter the Tournament."

Alicia gasped excitedly, jerking up into a seated position. "You're going to do it?"

"Do what?"

Wren jumped as there was a flurry of robes next to her and Lee Jordan settled himself next to her, stretching out his feet and leaning back on his arms.

"Angelina's going to enter the Tournament!" Alicia responded as Fred and George dropped themselves into the spaces between Katie and Alicia, and Wren and Angelina.

"Excellent," Fred said, nudging books out of the way with his foot. "We'll be putting our names in as well."

"But your birthdays aren't until April," Katie's brow furrowed as she stacked the book Fred moved on top of another one.

"That's right," George nodded.

"You have to be 17 to enter," Katie pressed.

A smile quirked at the corner of Fred's lips. "And when has something as trivial as a rule ever stopped us?"

Alicia snorted, and Angelina heaved a sigh, closing her book and rolling up her parchment.

"The way we see it, all we have to do is fool the judge. And if he--"

"It," Wren corrected, twirling a blade of grass between her fingers. The eyes of the group fell on her as Fred's sentence was abandoned.

"It?" George repeated.

Wren looked up, glancing around the circle. "Well, the judge can't be a person."

"Do go on," Fred extended a hand as if to prompt her. Angelina smacked at his shoulder and he withdrew his hand, scowling at her.

Wren flushed, and shook her head, but George nudged her with his shoulder. "C'mon, all theories are worth hearing."

"Well, it can't possibly be a professor from any of the three schools; they're not impartial. And it's unlikely it'll be a Ministry person either since a victory for Hogwarts is a victory for Britain. And I doubt they'd get some international ministry member to come in and decide. For one, they're much too busy, and for two, they'd be easily swayed by international politics. Which means that it's probably some sort of object like the sorting hat, or maybe a creature."

There was a brief silence after her observation followed by a small "Huh." out of Fred.

"That does make what Dumbledore said about personally ensuring no underage student hoodwinks the judge," Alicia nodded. "It's unlikely a judge able to determine the best the school has to offer would be easily tricked."

Fred looked thoughtfully over Wren's shoulder, his eyes distant and brow furrowed slightly. Beside her George was also stiller than normal, only drumming his thumb lightly against his leg.

"Reckon you'll put your name in, if we figure out a way around the judge?" Lee asked Alicia who shook her head.

"I'm happy being a spectator for once," she said, pulling her knees into her chest and wrapping her arms around them. "I just hope one of you gets it. It'll be nice to have a Gryffindor champion to cheer for."

"Trust me," Fred said, his eyes landing on Wren. "There'll be a Gryffindor champion."

Wren sank into a spot at the Gryffindor table with just twenty minutes to spare before she had to head off to Charms. It was not the first time she'd woken up with a start followed immediately by a sinking sensation at the sight of her empty dorm. It wasn't even the first time this year. She'd cut it even closer just two weeks back. Still, any morning that entailed sprinting down seven staircases all while praying that Peeves didn't notice her never instilled a feeling of victory or relief or even gratitude when she turned into the Great Hall and there was still food on the tables.

All that to say, she was not in the best of moods when the Weasley twins sat themselves across the breakfast table from her with identical mischievous smiles on their faces.

"How would you like to make magical history?" Fred asked.

Wren blinked twice, her heart still racing from her run, as she stared between the two of them. "Morning to you as well. I'm fine enough, thank you for asking. And no, I wasn't about to use that jam, please help yourself," she said bitterly, gesturing to where George was topping a bit of toast with raspberry jam that Wren had just been about to use before it slipped from under her fingers.

"Excellent, now that we've gotten the pleasantries out of the way, what do you say?" Fred gestured for her to answer. Wren continued to glare at George until he handed the jar back over to her so she could continue fixing her breakfast.

"What do you mean magical history?" she asked. Despite the fact that her attention was on her plate, she could practically feel the grins grow on the twins faces. It was rather annoying.

"Knew she'd be curious," Fred shot to George.

"Never doubted it," George shot back.

Wren placed the knife down, shaking her head. "I take it back. If I know you two, this isn't going to be anything good. I don't want any part of it."

"Look at this, Fred, she's got us all figured out."

"Well, George, we have had three conversations together. I'd say that's enough to infer motives."

Wren ignored the bickering and leveled them with a look. "I know you two well enough to know that you're Fred," she said pointing to the twin claiming to be George, "And you're George."

Their eyes brightened with delight. "Well spotted, Collings," Fred complimented. "What gave us away?'

Before Wren had a chance to make up some sort of answer--there was no way she was going to give away the tricks Angelina had taught her--George cut in. "You're forgetting, Fred, that Wren and I are close personal friends," he remarked with a significant look, punctuating the statement with a bite of his toast.

Wren's eyes widened and she felt the heat rush into her cheeks. "We don't need to speak about that. Ever."

Fred laughed. "That bad was it?"

"Hang on now, you hardly gave me any warning," George argued, defensively.

Wren glowered at them some more and resolved herself to never be late to breakfast ever again. "Get back to your original point or I'm leaving."

"Fine, fine," Fred agreed, squaring his shoulders to face her. "How would you like to be the first witch to brew a potion that stumps Albus Dumbledore?"

"Be serious then," Wren shook her head, expecting the twins to come clean about asking for help with a prank or some other sort of mischief. But instead, they simply peered intently at her with expectant looks on their faces. "You're joking. No. "

"You're in NEWT level potions," George said.

"As a Gryffindor no less," Fred added.

"Angelina says you have top marks too." George casually bit into his toast again.

Wren's stomach let out a grumble and she paused the conversation long enough to take a bite of her scone. She chewed it slowly, eyeing the twins as if expecting them to break and admit they were teasing her. Instead they looked at her with eyebrows raised and hands folded in front of them as if at a business meeting. She swallowed, shaking her head. "That just means I'm good at paying attention and following instructions."

George gave a meaningful look to Fred. "Modest, this one."

"Incredibly," Fred nodded back at his brother. Wren huffed and returned to her breakfast, multitasking by giving the two a rude hand gesture.

They didn't seem to get the point.

"It's admirable, really."

"A shining example to all of wizardkind."

"Stop it, you two," Wren snapped.

Fred shook his head, reaching over to Wren's plate and stealing a piece of bacon, despite the fact that there was a perfectly good platter of it sitting slightly to his right.

"You've got a gift Wren Collings," George appealed. "This could be your time to show it off."

"Not only that, but you're clever and more devious than you appear," Fred said, waving the bacon at her. "Far more devious than a prefect's girlfriend should be."

Wren shot him a dirty look, but before she could properly chew him out, George jumped in. "We need your help."

She looked down at her plate and picked up the remaining piece of bacon before either of the twins could reach for it. "What potion do you want me to brew?"

This mischievous grins were back on their faces, and this truly was a horrible idea.

"Just a simple ageing potion." Fred shrugged.

"Oh yes, very simple; all I have to do is brew a potion that instantaneously ages every cell in your body the exact same amount."

"That about explains it," George nodded, and Wren shook her head.

"I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you need an ageing potion?"

"Thought it'd be obvious," Fred said, reaching over to her plate to grab a scone, and she slapped his hand away. "It's for the Tournament of course. Just in case there's some sort of measure to make sure we're 17."

Wren laughed again, this one slightly more disbelieving than full on incredulous. "There's no way I'll be able to make a potion good enough to get you into the Tournament--get your own bloody scone, Fred." Wren snapped, batting away his hand once more. He raised his eyebrows but finally started to pick at the surrounding serving plates rather than take from hers.

"Don't be so self-defeating Wren," George broke in. "You brewed one well enough on the NEWTs to get an O. Besides, we're not asking you to get us picked--just to help us submit our names."

Wren shook her head. "Do you have a plan for gathering the ingredients? Or figuring out how to haul a cauldron to some unseen location so I can brew a potion without anyone in Hogwarts noticing?"

Fred paused from preparing his own scone to look at Wren disbelievingly. "It's like you don't even know us at all."

"And here we were thinking that you got us."

Wren rolled her eyes, but she couldn't ignore that small question that had wriggled its way out of the back of her mind: could she create a potion that stumped Dumbledore's magic? No, the thought was absolutely ludicrous. He'd been practising magic for 100 years more than her. But could she create a potion that slid through a crack in Dumbledore's thinking? She didn't need to overcome his magic; she just needed to outwit it. And who was better at outwitting brilliant thinkers than the two boys sitting in front of her.

"I'll consider it," Wren said, taking a sip of her pumpkin juice.

The energy buzzing around the two boys was almost electric. "They're going to read about you in History of Magic," George declared.

"Or at least fall asleep on your page."

Wren broke off a bit of her scone and tossed it at Fred who allowed it to bounce off of him before popping it into his mouth.

"Might want to pack up the rest," George said, gesturing at Wren's plate. "Breakfast is over in--" The serving dishes around them vanished, and Wren just managed to grab a half of her scone before her plate and its contents disappeared as well.

She really had to wake up earlier in the morning.

"Here," George said, offering a piece of toast he had snatched up. Wren didn't even bother to fake a protest at the kindness, and instead took it from him with a small thanks. After all, he was part of the reason she hadn't been able to eat her full breakfast. A small part, but a part.

Wren rose from the table, the twins getting up as well and moving to her side. "Shouldn't take much to get the ingredients. Quick OWL to the Apothecary should get us what we need." Fred thought aloud.

"Might have to go closer to home than that," George said with a meaningful look to Fred. Fred nodded, thinking about it before his eyes turned to Wren.

"I suppose we do know someone taking NEWT level potions who does have access to--"

"No," Wren said, clearly. "I'm not stealing from Snape."

"We wouldn't call it stealing," George protested.

"It's simply a reallocation of supplies," Fred shrugged. "Still for an education."

"A hands on, useful education."

Wren rolled her eyes and continued on. "You're in charge of the cauldron and ingredients. If I agree to do anything it's just to make the potion."

"Oh, you'll agree," Fred said, trailing behind her slightly with George.

"You're sure, are you?" Wren asked, turning around in the hall.

Fred's eyes sparkled. "Dead certain."

Wren rolled her eyes and spun back around, polishing off the remainder of her scone and brushing her hand against her side. Behind her the boys continued their conversation about ingredients and she worked her way to the Charms classroom.

"Hey Collings, my mate thinks you're tidy!" a voice shouted out to her, and she stopped, spinning around to see Simon strolling up with Hector and Edmund. Simon rolled his eyes as Hector laughed, and Wren smiled, allowing him to catch up to her. Fred and George also stopped, and she could feel both pairs of eyes on her.

"Good morning, love," Simon said, coming up to her and letting Hector and Edmund pass by snickering and casting a glance back at Simon.

"It's morning, not sure how good it is though," Wren pouted, falling into step with him.

Simon smiled. "You shouldn't be so grumpy in the mornings. It doesn't suit you," he said, rubbing the crease in her brow with his finger. "Besides, isn't it a good morning when you get a rare sighting of your boyfriend?"

"A fair point," Wren agreed, allowing herself a smile as he threw an arm around her shoulders.

"Is that toast?" he asked, looking down at her hand, and Wren nodded. Simon reached over plucking it from her grip and taking a bite. "You mind? I'm still famished."

"Go ahead," Wren nodded.

"Where are you off to then?" Simon asked, taking another bite of toast.

"Charms."

The word didn't come from Wren. Instead, Fred appeared suddenly by her side, George next to him. Wren could see the subtle shift in Simon's face. The confusion and small question there as he looked down at her. "Is that so?"

Wren rolled her eyes, ignoring the way her heart seemed to skip over a beat. "Unfortunately."

"Unfortunately?" Fred asked, putting a hand over his own heart. "I'm wounded Wren, I thought we were friends."

Wren snorted and shook her head.

"You're friends?" Simon asked, looking down at her again before casting a glance and Fred and George. "That's news to me."

"Keep a catalogue of her friends do you?" Fred asked. Wren turned to face him, an eyebrow raised. His words seemed sharper than his usual teases. Her heart beat a bit quicker.

"Smart. Must come in handy when this one goes on about her day," George nodded. "Or at parties, I'd imagine."

Wren laughed, the sound higher than normal. She cleared her throat and reached up, threading her fingers through Simon's so that both hands rested on her shoulder. "Our campsites were next to each other at the World Cup and we got on," she explained, looking up at Simon as he absently bit from the toast, eyes still on the twins. "Now they bother me whenever they have the chance."

"You know us. Botherers." George said, and Simon shook his head at it all. He might have said something else if the Hallway didn't split, one leading to the greenhouses, and the other off to Charms.

"Well, so long as they don't bother you too much," he said, pulling Wren in closer to him. He leaned down and kissed her hard, his lips pressing against hers so forcefully, she felt the blood and heat rush to her face as she attempted to pull the kiss back into a normal hallway peck. She was rather unsuccessful and stayed locked in his embrace until eventually he let go, and with a nod of goodbye at Fred and George, turned off down the hall.

"Change your mind about how good the morning is Collings?" George nodded appraisingly, as a slightly stunned Wren turned back towards them.

"Oh, shove it," Wren snapped lightly before following them off to class and enduring more teasing than she possibly should have to for it being before nine in the morning.

She intended to tell them no.

It wasn't as if she had any moral qualms with breaking the rules, but it seemed to be a lot of wasted time and energy and for what--so they could attempt to enter a tournament they weren't even prepared for? There was no guarantee they'd even be picked. And what if it came back on her and she got in trouble for breaking the rules.

No. She'd have to tell them no.

Even though Simon was right and the school year had smoothed out some in terms of workload, she was too busy to willingly waste her time on a pipe dream.

But the spare bits of time that were already wasted once she was finished taking notes in class and waiting for everyone else to catch up? That wasn't too much time to devote to the idea.

Wren bent over her parchment, scanning over her list of prospective ingredients. There was the set list needed, and then several others she'd included on a whim: dandelion root, tadpole legs, a little more fluxweed. She considered the list for a second before scrawling at the bottom: boomslang skin?

"What are you working on?" Cedric whispered, lowly. Wren's head snapped towards him, an arm reflexively coming around her parchment as if to shield it from view.

He let out an amused exhale and raised his eyebrows as if to say Really? "An illicit project then?"

"No," Wren returned defensively. She paused, taking a moment to fully consider it. "Maybe."

Cedric smiled, and she lifted up her pitiful shield arm, putting her head in her hand instead to shield his face from view as she slid the parchment over to him.

"An ageing potion?" Cedric asked, a tinge of disappointment coloring his voice. "What's so--" he seemed to catch on then. "For the Tournament?"

Wren nodded and dropped her hand. "It's not for me, though."

"Of course not," he dismissed, eyes returning to the list of ingredients with her additions and ideas about ways to modify the brewing process.

"It's not," Wren protested a bit too loudly, casting her glance around and finding Snape staring at her. She picked up her quill and bent her head down, pretending to be copying more notes.

"I don't blame you for wanting to enter, I'm planning on it," Cedric noted, dropping his own voice lower as well. "What's with all of the extra ingredients?"

Wren chanced another look up at Snape, whose head was bent over a stack of parchments on his desk. She looked over Cedric's shoulder at her notes. "If I want to make a potion that gets around Dumbledore's precautions, it can't be a simple ageing potion. It needs to address any potential...failsafes."

Cedric turned to look at her. "You're a bit of a genius, aren't you?"

Wren flushed. "I haven't even decided if I'm going to make it yet."

"I don't see why not," Cedric said, pushing the parchment back over to Wren. "If you're able to make this, you'd deserve more of a shot at being Champion than me. I'm just putting my name in. I do have a question though," he said, and Wren nodded, looking down at her scribblings.

"Have you considered adding lovage?"

She shook her head.

"If you crushed it right, the effects would be harmless to the drinker, but it would sweat through…"

"And create an air of confusion around them," Wren finished, eyes widening. The aura might make it more likely for the seller to miss the fact that the twins were aged up. "That's brilliant," she complimented, adding the ingredient to her list.

"Happy to have helped," Cedric nodded at her, his eyes catching on something up front before bending over his work. "Snape's coming," he hissed.

Wren shuffled the notes between other bits of parchment under her books, pulling out her finished Potions notes and feeling a little less than certain in her impending refusal of the twins' request.

No good deed went unpunished.

That was the only possible explanation for Fred Weasley to be dropping his books next to hers right now. She was being punished for turning Thom Spiro purple. Despite the fact it was two weeks later. It seemed that karma took time.

"Don't look so excited," Fred chastised. "I've recently learned that Herbology is serious business, so I can't be helping you with your mischief."

Wren glowered, and in return, he winked at her.

“This is part of your plan isn’t it?” Wren asked, narrowing her eyes at Fred. “All that on Tuesday was so you’d get reassigned to be my partner?”

She was referencing, of course, the awful prank he had played on Anthony Hooper. Throughout the entire class Fred had continuously baited the Poulpeplant into wrapping one of its vines around Anthony’s foot so that any time he moved, it yanked him back, sending him sprawling to the ground.

It hadn't been until the end of class that Anthony caught Fred dropping bits of bait into his pants' cuff.

The class had had a laugh and ended before Professor Sprout had been able to fully lecture Fred about the dangers of messing around in Herbology.

She still had plenty of time to take away 25 points from Gryffindor, though.

“Now why would I want to be your partner? You poisoned your last one.”

“I did not!” Wren hissed. “He wasn’t my partner, and it was a light poisoning at most.” She paused, pieces clicking together. "You're here to get me to help you steal ingredients. Aren't you?"

"First off, I believe I already clarified that we aren't stealing--we're reallocating. And second, you made it very clear that obtaining ingredients wasn't part of the deal."

"It's not."

"Could be though."

"But it's not."

"You have been known to be light-fingered."

Wren glared and Fred smiled. “We have another plan for the ingredients. Getting reassigned to be your partner is but a happy accident.”

She did not believe him. "I'm not helping you get ingredients. I haven't even decided if I'll help you," Wren said.

Fred gave her a very disbelieving look and then reached over, and tugged her copy of Advanced Potions Making from her stack of books. Wren let out a noise of protest, but before she could further yell at him, he cut her off. "You don't have Potions today."

Wren reached over to grab the book back as her clear objection was ignored. "You know my schedule?"

"Of course I do. It's part of the planning," he dismissed, pulling it out of her grasp and holding it up. "Which begs the question why are you carrying this around?"

It was then that he seemed to catch sight of the parchment sticking out and slipped it out from the book.

Wren reached forward only to have Fred shove the book back in her hands. "You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say this looks like the makings of an age potion."

There was no point in arguing that it was for Potions. Fred was frustrating, grandstanding, and overeager, but sadly, he was not stupid.

"I wanted to see if it could even be done before I agreed to it."

"You were curious," Fred grinned, looking rather like the niffler that caught the galleon.

"I was being practical," Wren defended.

Fred shook his head. "You already knew you could make an age potion. You wanted to see if you could make the best age potion." Fred bent over the parchment. "So what's with these ingredients?"

Wren summoned the parchment back to her and it flew through Fred's fingers, rolling itself up so she could tuck it in her bag. "I was brainstorming different ways to make the potion foolproof. Or fool sure. Adding an aura of conversion, binding it more strongly with your DNA, making the effects more permanent--"

"More permanent?" Fred asked. "Eager as I am to enter the Tournament, it's not worth losing six months of life over."

"Not permanent permanent," she corrected. "Just until your birthday."

Fred seemed less uneasy and more curious now. "Why?"

"Because Dumbledore knows we all brewed aging potions for the NEWTS."

"Honestly, I'm flattered by how intelligent you think I am, but I'm going to need you to explain more," Fred prompted.

Wren opened her mouth to explain right as Professor Sprout called the class to order. Wren shut her mouth turning to the front, listening as the professor began to explain their fertilization experiment for the day. Beside her, she could still feel Fred's eyes intensely on her, and she knew he wouldn't drop the conversation.

"What if whatever Dumbledore does to protect the judge can sense if your age changes faster than it naturally should? If the age potion were to wear off on your birthday, the change of age would seem natural. Right?" Wren whispered.

"You're a bloody genius," Fred murmured back, and Wren shook her head, her cheeks heating up. "A natural inventor."

"I'm not inventing anything. Just using theory to adapt a potion that should otherwise already work," Wren argued lightly.

"In the history books, Wren. You're gonna be in history books."

Wren shook her head and decided to give Professor Sprout her full attention.

...

Despite what Wren might have supposed, Fred had quite a knack for Herbology. Between the two of them, had managed to distract and add new fertilizer to three of the five Poulpeplants in the time it took most students in the class to get just one. Wren changed it up to Fred being both extremely distracting by nature and surprisingly nimble. Although frankly that shouldn't have been much of a surprise what with all of the pranks he pulled around the castle. Still, Wren couldn't help but admire his focus and skill.

"We make a natural team," Fred said with a grin, nudging Wren's shoulder. She rolled her eyes, but the corner of her lips turned up.

"We're just both good at Herbology," Wren dismissed.

Fred heaved a great sigh. "Oh come on, Wren. You want to help us. I can see it in you. You've practically done half of the work already."

Wren shook her head, taking up the defensive stance in front of the plant. Fred stood behind the plant, his eyes fixated on her as if he were proficient at Occlumency. Maybe it was the fear that he was that drove her to finally say, "Oh, alright, then."

A bright look of triumph flashed across Fred's face as he beamed. "Excellent. We'll negotiate the details later, but right now, you might want to hold your nose."

Wren's brow furrowed. "What?"

And then she smelled it. A putrid smell clawed up Wren's throat, choking her and turning her stomach. Quickly she backed away from the plant, flinging an arm over her nose as Fred's hand shot up. "Professor! Is the fertilizer supposed to smell like this?" his voice came out nasally due to his nose being pinched between his two fingers. Professor Sprout hurried towards them as Fred cast Wren a wink.

With a sinking feeling in her stomach, she looked under the table. A dung bomb.

"Everyone out of the greenhouse," Professor Sprout ordered, as the students made for the door, coughing and gagging. It took all of four minutes for the class to fully escape into the fresh air, fanning out on the lawn. Wren pulled in lungful after lungful of the crisp air, but the memory of the smell seemed set on her clothes.

Beside her, Fred was receiving an excellent telling off from Professor Sprout, ending with him earning himself a detention fertilizing all of the greenhouses for a week. He looked appropriately remorseful throughout the ordeal, but as Professor Sprout turned and headed towards the greenhouse to clear it out, he cast a look out of the corner of his eye to Wren.

He was a genius. A mad genius. But a genius all the same.

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atomic-taco-muffin · 3 years

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The Lost Princess Chapter 38

Warnings: same as the last chapter

Rating: SFW

“A scattered dream that's like a far-off memory.”

“A far-off memory that's like a scattered dream.”

“I want to line the pieces up--yours and mine.”

It was your birthday yet again in Daybreak Town. All of the foretellers gathered together and released lanterns for your birthday.

“How long do you think we’ll keep this up?” Aced asked.

“Till I get my daughter back,” Ira said.

“But we don’t even know if she’s alive. How do you know that you’ll get her back?” Invi said.

“I can feel it in my heart. She’s alive and she’s happy. And she will return.”

~~~~

Xehanort smirked at the sight of the lanterns entering Scala ad Caelum.

“So, he’s still hopeful of his daughter. He won’t be for long,” he said. He summoned his Keyblade and broke one of the lanterns.

“That girl will fall into darkness. She just needs a little convincing,” he said.

~~~~

Roxas walked through the basement corridor. He saw two capsules with familiar faces inside.

“...Donald. ...Goofy?” he asked. He turned to the door at the end of the hall and entered. DiZ was standing in a completely bright room in front of a single large capsule.

“At last, the Keyblade's chosen one. The protector of the Spirit,” he said.

“Who are you talking to? Me? Or Sora?” Roxas asked.

“To half of Sora, of course. You reside in darkness. What I need is someone who can move about the realm of light and destroy Organization XIII.”

“Why? Who are you?”

“I am a servant of the world.” DiZ laughed.

“And if I'm a servant, then you should consider yourself a tool, at best,” he said.

“Was that... Was that supposed to be a joke?” Roxas asked as he summoned his keyblade.

“'Cause I'm not laughing!” he said. Roxas ran up to DiZ and struck through him. The Keyblade created a wave of data through DiZ. Roxas, surprised, stood straight.

“My apologies. This is only a data-based projection,” DiZ said. Roxas screamed in anger, and futilely struck DiZ repetitively with the Keyblade. DiZ vanished and reappeared behind him while Roxas caught his breath.

“Come, over here,” DiZ said. Roxas stared at DiZ.

“I hate you so much...” he said.

“You should share some of that hatred with Sora. He's far too nice for his own good,” DiZ said.

“No! My heart belongs to me!” Roxas ran and cut again through DiZ. DiZ disappeared and the capsule glowed. The mechanical petals opened slowly and revealed what they contained.

“Sora...(Y/N)...” Roxas said. There, you and Sora were sleeping soundly in the capsule.

“You're lucky. Looks like my summer vacation is...over,” Roxas said. Roxas turned around and faded to white.

“Sora? (Y/N)?” he asked.

“Huh?” you asked.

“Who's there?” Sora asked.

“Sora! (Y/N)!” Donald said.

“Wake up, you two,” Goofy said. You and Sora woke up and the capsule opened again in front of Donald and Goofy. You and Sora stretch and the other two laugh at how small your clothes have gotten. You and Sora jumped out of the capsule in front of them and grabbed them in your arms.

“Donald!” you said.

“Goofy!” Sora said. The four of you laughed and hopped in a circle. Jiminy Cricket climbed on Sora's shoulder, yawned, and stretched. Odile did the same thing on your shoulder.

“That was some nap!” Jiminy said. Jiminy hopped down to the floor.

“You mean, we were asleep?” you asked.

“I guess we musta been, or I don't think we'd be so drowsy...”

“When do ya think we went to sleep?” Goofy asked.

“Uhh...” Donald said.

“Let's see...we defeated Ansem...” Sora said.

“Yep,” Goofy said.

“...restored peace to the world...found Kairi... Oh yeah, and then we went to look for Riku. And my brother gave me Odile and showed me memories of my parents. I think that's right so far,” you said.

“Then what?” Donald asked.

“What does your journal say, Jiminy?” Goofy asked. Jiminy took out his journal.

“Gee, there's only one sentence... ‘Thank Naminé.’ Hmm... I wonder who that is,” he said. You, Sora, Donald, Odile, and Goofy looked at one another and shook your heads.

“Some journal that is,” Donald said.

“Well, what do ya say we find out where we are!” Jiminy said. You and the group walked to Twilight Town and entered the Usual Spot.

“You know, I think I've been to this town,” Sora said.

“Me too,” you said.

“What's it called?” Donald asked.

“Hmm... Guess we must've imagined it,” Sora said. Hayner, Olette, and Pence were boredly lying around the room.

“What do you want!?” Hayner asked.

“Uh, nothing. Just wondering what was back here,” you said.

“Now you know. This is our spot.”

“Umm...” Pence said.

“What?” Sora asked.

“You're...new around here, right? I'm Pence.”

“Hayner. Nice to meet you, but we got stuff to do, so catch ya later,” Hayner said as he left.

“My name's Olette. Hey, did you finish up the summer homework, yet? Independent studies are the worst, huh?” Olette said.

“Homework?” you and Sora asked. The two of you looked at Donald and Goofy, who shrugged.

“Hey, what're your names?” Pence asked.

“Oh. We’re Sora, (Y/N), Donald, and Goofy,” Goofy said.

“And this is Odile,” you said. Odile popped out and looked at everyone.

“Aww, she’s so cute!” Olette said as she scratched under Odile’s chin. Odile purred at the feeling.

“You know, we just met someone who was looking for you,” Goofy said.

“He sure seemed in a hurry. He had a black coat on so I couldn't see his face, but he had these big round ears,” Pence said.

“The King!” Donald said.

“Where'd you see him?” Sora asked.

“At the station,” Pence said.

“The station! Thanks!” you said.

“Well, we'd better get back to that assignment,” Olette said.

“Later,” Pence said. Him and Olette lef the Usual Place, leaving you, Odile and the trio by yourselves.

“Oh boy! The King's trying to find us!” Donald said.

“Yeah, let's get to the station!” Sora said. The five of you entered the Sandlot and found Seifer, Fuu and Rai.

“Hey you, where'd you come from?” Seifer asked.

“Uhh...” you said.

“You here to pick a fight with us or something?”

“Fight? We're not here to fight,” Sora said.

“Yeah, you big palooka!” Donald said.

“Okay, smartalecks... Time to teach you how to behave in my town. Bring it!” Seifer said. Him, Fuu, and Rai took defensive stances. Odile stood in front of you and the trio in a hostile manner.

“Calm down, Odile. We’re not gonna fight these guys,” you said.

“Man, what a jerk,” Sora said. Donald nodded and the five of you continued your trek to find the station. The five of you continued to Central Station and were suddenly surrounded by Dusks. You all fought them, but were overwhelmed and became exhausted. Mickey appeared on the ledge of the station. As the Dusks striked again and Sora held up his Keyblade while you held onto your dagger and Odile, Mickey swooped down and destroyed the remaining Nobodies with his own Keyblade. You and Sora were amazed. Donald and Goofy pushed you and Sora down and out of the way.

“Your Majesty?” Donald asked.

“Shh! You gotta board the train and leave town! The train knows the way,” Mickey said as he held out a pouch of munny.

“Here,” he said. Sora took it and Mickey ran to Market Street.

“Your Majesty...” Donald said.

“The King... Was that really him?” Sora asked.

“It coulda been... Yep, I know it was!” Goofy said.

“Now we know he's okay!” Donald said.

“The king was locked in the realm of darkness, right?” you asked.

“Uh-huh,” Goofy said.

“But we just saw him,” Sora said.

“Yep,” Donald said.

“And if the king is here, that means Riku’s here!” you said.

“He’s gotta be!” Donald said.

“Well, (Y/N) and I are gonna go look for Riku. Then we can go back to the islands together. Kairi’s there waiting for us! What are you two gonna do?” Sora said.

“Gawrsh, Sora. Do ya have to ask?” Goofy said. You and Sora giggled. Odile nudged your cheek, grabbing your attention.

“Huh? What is it, Odile?” you asked. Odile moved around, asking about Vanitas.

“Vani...I don’t know. I don’t know where he is or if he’s okay. But as long as I have you, Odile, I think he’ll be okay,” you said.

“You really care about him, huh?” Donald asked.

“Of course. He was my best friend and my brother. I have to know if he’s okay.”

“Hey, what do ya say, guys? Let’s stick together for one more journey,” Sora said. You all nodded in agreement.

“To...where again?” he asked.

“We hafta board the train!” Goofy said.

“Oh yeah.” You and Donald sighed while Odile shook her head.

“C'mon!” Sora said. The four of you ran inside the station.

“Wait up!” Hayner said. Him, Pence, and Olette caught up to you.

“Hey, Sora, (Y/N)...” he said.

“What?” you asked.

“Nothing, but...”

“We came to see you off. It just seemed like something we oughta do,” Pence said.

“Oh...really? Thanks!” Sora said. Suddenly, there was a ringing sound.

“You should hurry and get your tickets,” Olette said.

“Right,” you said. Sora took out the Munny Pouch at the teller and Olette noticed.

“What is it?” you asked. Olette took an exact copy of the Munny Pouch.

“They're the same,” Goofy said.

“Yeah,” Olette said. Sora looked to both pouches and shrugged.

“Four tickets, please!” he said. The teller gave him four tickets.

“I can't help feeling like we won't see this town again...” Sora said.

“Why not?” you asked.

“You're thinkin' too much,” Goofy said.

“Yeah, you're right!” You and the Trio boarded the train and followed it to Master Yen Sid’s tower.

~~~~

A girl was walking along the halls of a castle, trying to find her sister. She soon found her, reading a book in the seating area. She walked over to her and looked at her.

“Ugh, what do you want?” the sister asked.

“Father wants to see us,” the girl said. The sister groaned and followed the girl to their father’s office. The girl knocked on the door and waited for her father’s response.

“Enter,” he said. The two girls entered and saw their father at his desk.

“You wanted to see us?” the sister asked.

“Yes. A spirit has awoken. Find her and bring her here,” he said.

“A spirit? I thought that we were the only ones,” the girl said.

“Well, you’re not. Now go and don’t keep me waiting.”

“Yes, father,” the two girls said. They walked out of his office and walked down the halls.

“Should we ask Uncle Xigbar for help?” the sister asked.

“No. I think we can handle ourselves. Besides, it’s just one spirit. We’re far more stronger than she is,” the girl said. The sister smirked and summoned her weapon.

“This is going to be fun,” she said.

to be continued...

#kingdom hearts #kingdomhearts #kingdom hearts imagine #kingdom hearts x reader #kingdom+hearts+imagine #kingdom+hearts+x+reader #kingdomhearts imagine #kingdomhearts x reader #kingdomhearts+imagine #kingdomhearts+x+reader

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kylopen · 4 years

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Blood Singer

Request: “Could I request a twilight scenario with Felix from the volturi with a plus size reader? She's part of a tour group that's about to be lunch and they make eye contact and shes his mate. A little bit of angst with some fluff afterwards please.”

I enjoyed writing this so much!

- of course! Being a plus sized girl myself I find it quite frustrating when I’m reading a fic and it’s all like “your slender frame” my big ass just like “mmhm yah okay”

Warnings: Angst (if you squint), Fluff

Felix x Reader

Hope you like it!

Italy. It was absolutely gorgeous. Originally, you were to go with your boyfriend, but he had other plans... with the woman he cheated with. Naturally, you weren’t going to let this trip go to waste and you were glad you did. There was something about the rustic town of Volterra that calmed you. The local cuisine was fantastic, the local people were friendly and the ancient feel of the city was breathtaking.

So when you find a tour of a beautiful ancient building, you’re ecstatic. There was a group of around 30 other people, you at the back. Whilst looking at the astounding architecture you find that you had lost the group.

“Shit” you curse, wandering around. “Excuse me miss” a deep voice rumbled behind you. You whip around fast to face the person, only to be faced with a chest instead. You look up at the incredibly tall, incredibly beautiful man. You feel your heart speed up at the sight of him staring down at you, a seemingly pained expression on his chiselled face. “I-I’m sorry... I just got a little... lost” you stare into the pitch dark eyes that adorned his face.

“I can see that. Are you here with the tour?” He asks, a slight flash of something in those very eyes. Fear?

You nodded lightly “yeah... I was looking at how- uh- um- beautiful...” you trail off, he was making you nervous, your heart hammering in your chest, and you felt that somehow he knew how you were reacting internally to him. “How beautiful this- this place is”

“It is isn’t it”

The man scans you up and down and you immediately begin to feel self conscious. There was no way a man this gorgeous was looking at you in that way. He must be judging you. You use your arms to try and cover yourself up, until a cold— a freezing cold hand grabs your forearm. You gasp lightly at the touch but you don’t pull away, despite the cold. After a moment of comfortable silence, you speak “Could you take me back to the tour group? They’re probably in the main hall by now...” you trail off when you feel him tense up. “I don’t think that’s a good idea miss...” he looks for your name. “Oh! Y/N” you say, holding out your hand for him to shake. “Felix” he smiles lightly for the first time since you met him.

You see his head snap in the direction of oncoming footsteps before he hurriedly pushes you behind his large stature. You peek from behind him as a small, blonde girl with piercing red eyes speaks “Felix. You missed feeding time” her voice was not what you expected. “Aro wants to see you... And the human you’re hiding behind you” she swiftly walked away and he turned around, this time, with his stoic face now drenched in worry. “I’m... going to take you somewhere... please just... be quiet” he asks you, holding out his arm for you. And despite knowing him for 5 minutes, you take it. You could trust him.

After minutes of walking in silence you both get to a large wooden door which opened seconds after your arrival. When you walk in, your feet clicking under the marble floor, you spot several pairs of dark ruby eyes on you and the man beside you.

“Felix” a pale man with long black hair claps his hand together, a sinister smile on his face. You spot a woman, the same woman from reception, scrubbing something off the floor. You assumed this was the man named Aro.

Felix is quick to get on one knee, Boeing his head, leaving you to wonder if you should be doing the same. Felix gets up once Aro signals him to do so, making him move right back to your side. “I see you have found the little stray sheep.” The man chuckles darkly. “I knew I only counted 31” the blonde man speaks this time, his voice bitter, much like his face. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t afraid, you were just hoping your strong façade was keeping up. In a split second Aro was in front of you, making you flinch. “Shh, it’s alright” Aro says, licking his pale lips. Felix gives your hand a reassuring squeeze, then removing his hand from your own.

Aro holds his arm out, Felix placing his hand in Aro’s. There were a few moments of silence before Aro opens his eyes again. “So much restraint from you Felix. I have no clue as to how you do it” he licks his lips once more before his eyes flicker over to yours. You glance around the room nervously, eyeing up the robes and the red eyes. Had you entered a cult meeting place? You couldn’t think of any other explanation.

“May I?” Aro hold out his hand,you look to Felix, who nods and you take it.

“You feel it too” Aro comments and you frown, unsure what he meant.

Aro looks towards one of the other men in the room, he had solemn eyes and long dull brown hair. The man nods, as if confirming something.

“You have a choice to make Felix.” Aros voice booms. Felix nods, and turns around at Aros command, pulling you out of the room. “Goodbye Y/N” Aro chuckles before the dark wooden doors close once more.

Felix’s pace was hurried, as he pulled you along the never ending corridors before stopping in front of a room. He pulls a key from his robe and opens the door, pushing you gently inside. “This must seem weird to you” he speaks as he watches you glance around the room. “Where are we Felix?” You glance up at him, your big (colour) eyes peering at his own red ones. “This is my quarters” he states and your cheeks heat up. You can’t help but notice there isn’t a bed. “Come sit” he pats the seat opposite him and you do. You should be afraid. But a large part of you, refused to let him scare you, you trust this man. “I have a couple of choices to make.” He starts and you feel yourself fidget. “But I can’t... I cant do this to you” his voice was raising slightly now. “It’s okay Felix” you place a hand on his knee in comfort. He smiles brightly. “Can you be open minded?”

“Vam— pires?” You laugh in disbelief. That would explain the red eyes. You make a face of recognition and Felix chuckles, you were so cute. “May I ask... why are you telling me this?” You look up at him and he frowns slightly, unsure whether to tell you. “I trust you” you say and the frown that had settled on his face was soon to disappear. “Because you’re my mate” as the words leave his lips your heart seems to stop. “Mate? Like...” you start and he places a hand on your knee “a soul mate” he finishes. That can’t be correct. “T-That can’t be true... I mean” Felix’s frown returns “look at me... look at you. You could have anyone you wanted. Why— why me? I’m not pretty in the slightest” you gesture to your body and Felix growls. “I love that body of yours more than you could know” his face is directly in front of your own now and your breath hitches. “If angels exist. You’re one of them”

Felix moves back to the position beside you. “I want to be with you. Forever. If you’d let me” he stares deep into your eyes. “But I’m human...” you sigh and his grip on your hand tightens slightly. “There is a way... will you... become like me? It’s a lot to ask I know—“ you cut him off by pressing your lips to his own and he growls softly into your mouth, hands tightening around your hips before he pushes you down onto the sofa. He seemed to be holding himself back a great deal, and it hurt you to see him so in pain.

“I’ll do it. We can be together Felix”

#felix volturi #felix volturi x reader #twilight #request #multifandom #fluff #vampire #volturi

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angelguk · 5 years

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» in your arms tonight - jeongguk scenario

Jeon Jeongguk - BTS

words - 5.2k

genre - college!au, smut, established relationship, domestic!au, drabble

warnings - oral sex (fem and male receiving) / fingering / riding / nipple play / edging + orgasm denial / unprotected sex / switch!jeongguk / dom!reader / gukkie finds out he has a new kink ( or fetish man idk) / this is mostly soft so don’t expect some hardcore bdsm / this was meant to be a drabble but clearly i have no idea what that word means (5k words im really,,,,,,)

soundtracks - beabadoobee, soren & dance with me (please listen to them, these songs sound like what falling in love feels like)

He heard the rush of water from the tap in the bathroom come to a halt, followed by the patter of your bare feet against the tiles as you searched for a towel to wipe your mouth with. Your movements were in time with the gentle patter of rain rushing from the skies above. The sound did something to his heart, a wave of contentment floating through his body as he wiggled in the bed sheets. He almost wanted to get up and join you but the ache in his legs from yesterday’s workout kept him cemented to the soft comforter beneath him. And the pillows smelt like you too – at least like your shampoo. It was peach or something and he couldn’t help but bury his nose into the fabric, eyes fluttering close.

The towel hit his head with a resounding thud.

“Yah! Are you not going to get up and brush your teeth?” You didn’t sound annoyed so Jeongguk didn’t retaliate, still enamoured by the way his bed smelled like you. But he did toss the towel into some corner of his room - he’d find it tomorrow morning.

“Later,” He whined instead, cracking open his eyes to find you standing at the door of his bathroom, one of his white t-shirts bellowing around your minute frame and a miffed frown on your face. It hid the shorts you had underneath but from where he was situated it looked like you were wearing nothing but his shirt. He didn’t expect the jump in his heart when that small realization hit him. “Come here.”

“Do I look like a dog to you?” You retorted, shutting the bathroom door as you moved forward, a small smile on your face. “Ordering me around with your stinky breath. Heathen.”

“Shut up, you know you like it.” He rolled back, pulling down the sheets he’d cocooned around himself so you climb in beside him. You rolled your eyes in response, tossing aside the pizza boxes Jeongguk had dumped on your side of the bed and clambering onto the mattress. The small act had his shirt raising up your bare thighs and oh – oh.

“You removed the shorts?” He asked, acutely aware of how his voice sounded constricted in his throat.

You hummed in response, collapsing beside his figure, the fabric of his shirt bunching around your waist as you did so, fulling exposing the little black underwear you had on. In a second, the sight that had Jeongguk’s heart thrumming against his chest and his blood flowing to places he was too tired to deal with, was gone – covered by the sheets he suddenly abhorred.

“Fuck.”

You tutted, shifting upright so you could grab the laptop perched precariously on his bedside table. “Nope, don’t you dare. You said you’re too exhausted for sex tonight.”

“I am!” He replied, writhing a little bit so the semi he was sporting could disappear. “You’re just doing that a purpose!”

“I did absolutely nothing.” But he didn’t miss the glimmer in your eyes when your said that, or the way the corners of your lips titled upwards in the smallest smirk.

“I hate you.”

“Sure you do,” You easily replied, fingers swiftly taping away at the keyboard. “Want to watch a movie?”

“Why not.” Hopefully that would distract him from the burning desire to fuck you into the mattress. As much as he wanted to, his thighs couldn’t take it – Hoseok had gone too rough on him at the gym yesterday and coupled with his training for baseball Jeongguk’s legs felt like absolute mush.

“We’re not watching a good one because I’m sick and tired of your commentary.”

“It’s not my fault you don’t have an artistic eye for cinematography,” He sharply retorted, delivering a poke to your waist. “Whiny baby.”

You snorted. “Me? The whiny baby in this relationship? Please go take a look in the mirror.” Jeongguk kicked you shin. “Aw! Fuck off! And it’s not just the cinematography you take a dig at everything – the character development, the plot line, the dialogue – do I need to go on?”

“You don’t get to say anything – you enjoyed Twilight.”

“Yeah when I was fourteen!”

“I saw you watching it last weekend when you were supposed to be studying.”

“Edward is a hot vampire. Like anyone can agree that Robert Pattinson looked good despite that terrible makeup.”

He huffed, raising a hand to ruffle through the soft chestnut strands sticking to his forehead. You reached out your own, fingers slipping through his own as your nails dragged across his scalp. He sighed into it, back arching slightly as you drew patterns on his skull, the feeling of your nails scraping against his skin send shock waves of pleasure through his system. “I don’t care if he was hot, the special effects for that movie were disgusting.” He let out a soft gasp that had your rubbing your thighs together, his eyes closed in pure bliss. “I thought you were Team Jacob.” His voice was husky, telling sign that you’d set him off once more.

“I’m Team I Would Like To Be Fucked Tonight.” You stated, blatantly ignoring the stink eye he shot your way. “But clearly that’s not on our agenda. Have you ever seen Vampires Suck?”

“Obviously not – it sounds horrendous.”

The laugh you let out made something twist in Jeongguk’s gut, a rush of disappointment radiating through him when you retracted your hand. It was bizarre to him, how much he craved your touch. Even the smallest of encounters left him breathless. For fuck’s sake you were just giving him a half-assed head massage and he was riled up again.

“Oh you’re going to hate it,” You replied, oblivious to the wanting look Jeongguk had on your face. The blue screen illuminated your features, eyes bright and sparkling with mischief as you searched up the terrible film. He couldn’t help but smile, a crushing urge to kiss your nose rising in his chest. Sometimes you were so cute and it made him feel like his heart was bursting.

“It’s so stupid but kind of funny at the same time? It’s like a badly made version of Twilight,” You continued, pulling it up on the screen.

“A badly made version of Twilight? Babe, Twilight was terrible, how much worse can it get?”

You beamed. “So much worse.”

“God the things I do for you,” He groaned, shoving his face into the pillows. To be honest Jeongguk didn’t care about what you were watching tonight. His body already felt heavy with sleep and he was most likely going to knock out as soon as the opening credits rolled in.

“Scoot stinky boy,” You commanded, sliding back down into the comforters with the movie loading on the screen. You grabbed a pillow, propping it underneath the device as you scuttled into Jeongguk’s space, your legs landing right above his.

He sniffled, pushing up the pillows with his head so he could get a better view of the screen, “I’m not stinky, you smell,” He countered, wiggling his legs until yours were intertwined with his and your bare thigh was pressed against his own.

Sometimes Jeongguk regretted wearing nothing but boxers to bed. Yeah it was more comfortable but fuck if it wasn’t annoying to have you so close and not have the energy to fuck you the way he wanted to.

“Phew what was that? Smells terrible in here, close your mouth.” Jeongguk wanted to kiss the smile off your face.

“Shut up the movie is starting,” He instead chose to say, trying to distract his mind from how warm you felt against him, how his skin literally tingled with every gentle graze of your skin against his own, and how his dick was starting to become hard again for the third time that night.

It took five minutes of the opening scene for Jeongguk to realise that this was going to be the worst thing he’d ever see with his own two eyes and for his persistent boner to deflate like a popped balloon.

“What the ever living fuck was that?”

You giggled, leaning over to place a finger on top of his pink lips, the action causing Jeongguk to subconsciously pout.

“Shh, Bella is saving Edward.”

“They covered his dick with a disco ball! Why is he stripping in Italy? Why are there fan girls smashing each other with garden tools? What’s with the girls in bikini’s dancing in a jello fountain? Y/N what is this?”

“A masterpiece,” You murmured, pressing a kiss on his check – one that had Jeongguk leaning in for another, preferably on his mouth but you pulled away, flicking him gently against his forehead. “Now shut it and watch the movie.”

“Fine,” He retorted but his mouth was open a second later, eyes already observing a fault in the way the movie was shot.

And that’s the way the rest of your Saturday night ensued, Jeongguk throwing comments that whole movie was a pile of shit while you defended it (and occasionally critiqued because god this movie was horrible). Somewhere along Jeongguk had found a way to envelop you in his arms, pulling you right against his bare chest. He’d slug one of his legs over yours, fully dwarfing you in his hold as he pressed his warm mouth against your neck. His fingertips followed next, idly drawing lazy patterns against your skin while his eyes stayed sharp on the scene. But the movie got boring for him quick, the jokes were sub-par and the style it was shot it physically hurt his soul.

It didn’t take long for his mind to digress, nerves picking up the warmth you were emanating in his arms. Or the way his shirt had ridden up your thigh once again and the only barrier between you and him was the fabric of your panties which was pressed right against his own thigh. And his boxers but that wasn’t on the forefront of his mind. He could slide his thigh in between your legs if he wanted too, he couldn’t help but think about that, dragging a finger against your neck.

The shiver that jerked through your body jostled your backwards, further into his arms until the familiar curve of your ass was pressed right against his crotch.

He forgot the movie was playing in an instant.

You felt his hands suddenly drop to your waist, grabbing at the fabric that had bunched up there, his grip firm as he ground into the curve of your ass. It didn’t take long for you to start dripping, the need for his touch already buzzing beneath your skin just from being near him. But you weren’t going to give in that easily, despite how good his felt against your ass or the little sighs he made as he grew harder by the second.

“Nope, no,” You yanked yourself free, immediately yearning for the feeling of him against you.

“Babe~” There was a nip at your neck, one that nearly had you melting right back into him.

“No – no. You said you were exhausted. Sleep.”

“I retract that statement. Please, fuck, I need you.”

“I can’t hear you over this funny joke,” You taunted, making a point to laugh loudly.

“That was terrible joke and you know it,” He replied, yanking your back into his chest. You whined, raising your fists against his broad chest. Your hands hit taunt muscle as Jeongguk crawled on top of you, pulling underneath his hulking figure.

“No – Jeongguk,” You wheezed out, a laugh stuck in your throat. “The laptop, you’re going to drop it-”

He grabbed it before it could descend to the floor and shatter. In an instance it was slammed shut, abruptly cutting off Bella’s scream, and Jeongguk tossed it back onto the stool it was previously perched on. When he returned his attention to you, you couldn’t help but squirm, a rush of wetness slipping from your pussy at the sight of his dark blown out eyes.

“I was watching the movie,” You said indignantly.

“We can finish it later,” He breezily replied, “Want you now.” The peck on your nose took your off guard but when he pulled away, eyes glimmering with something you couldn’t use words to describe, you couldn’t help but grin.

“I don’t think you know what you do to me,” Jeongguk continued, a hand on your hip tugging you closer underneath him. You swung your legs over his waist, giving him the room to lean down and nudge his cock right against your wet clothed pussy. The sigh he gave at the contact made your stomach flutter with need. “Fuck, babe, you have no idea what you do to me. You’re always so fucking cute even when you’re talking shit.” A press of his lips against your forehead as his hips rolled into yours. You groaned at the movement, revelling in the weight of your boyfriend over you. “You talk back all the damn time and it just makes me so hard. Even when you know you’re wrong – and you’re always wrong.” Another roll of his hips, this time rougher, one that had your cunt dripping. You nearly smacked the side of his head for the backhanded compliment but the next thing that slipped from Jeongguk’s mouth had you halting. “I love that – I love you.”

“Fuck,” You whispered, hands finding themselves entangled in his hair. “Fuck, I love you too.”

He stuttered to a pause, cock still pressed against you, staring at you with wide eyes. “You – you don’t have to say it back, if you don’t mean it.”

“No, I want to. Wanted to for a while now and I mean it. Jeongguk I love you.”

The bewildering laugh he let out echoed in your chest, the smile on his face so wide you couldn’t help but cup his cheeks and grin back. “I love you too Y/N.”

Then his lips were on yours and you could only melt into it. His tongue slipped beside yours, coaxing soft broken moans from your lips that had him bucking harder against you. Jeongguk tasted like the pepperoni pizza you’d gotten for dinner and coupled with the mint flavoured toothpaste you used the combination was not the best but it didn’t even matter because the boy above you loved you. You’d know for a while that this relationship was something else because Jeongguk made you feel things you didn’t even know you were capable of sometimes. Things were always so comfortable with him, even if they weren’t always easy. Being with Jeongguk felt right.

And he felt the same, even if he could only communicate it with nips to your lower lip and the tight hold on your hips as he rocked you into the mattress. Jeongguk felt like he was ablaze, from the tips of his toes to the heart slamming against his chest. He never expected you to say it back, at least right away. He didn’t even expect it to come out, it just happened. And the fact that you feel the same has him on the fucking moon and incredibly hard. He could only kiss you harder, map out your mouth with his own because he wanted to imprint the feeling of you whining into him in his memory for the rest of his life.

“Jeongguk,” You pulled away, exposing your neck when Jeongguk immediately latched on to. He was never going to stop kissing you. Never.

“Yeah,” He groaned into your skin.

“Need you to do something else with your mouth.”

“Whatever you want baby.”

He took the hint, sliding down until his breath was hot against your blazing cunt, His arms had pulled up the shirt and you reached down to yank it over your head when Jeongguk stopped you.

“K–keep it on please.”

“Why? You don’t want to see my tits?”

“Fuck,” He sighed, fingers digging into your naked thighs. “No I do, I love your tits… It’s just – I can’t explain, could you keep it on though?”

You raised an eyebrow but dropped your arms, complying with his request. You didn’t miss the little exhale he let out. And then his eyes were trained on your pussy once more.

The first lick made you jolt, even though it was through your underwear you could feel the familiar knot of tightening in your gut. It didn’t help that Jeongguk looked so pretty between your legs, how his wide eyes would flicker to yours for reaffirmation that he was pulling you apart.

“Take them off,” You whispered, after Jeongguk had delivered a kiss to your cunt. He did so with protest, eyes darkening when they landed on the slick covering your inner thighs.

“Look at you princess, you made such a fucking mess. Should I clean it up for you?” He hummed, brushing his nose against your inner right thigh.

“Yes, please fuck-”

He didn’t bother to open you up like he usually would. Jeongguk would take his time eating your own, sliding his tongue down your cunt, tongue dipping below to play with your entrance until he dragged it back up and teased his way to your clit. Tonight Jeongguk immediately latched onto your clit, swirling and flicking in sharp swift motions at had your toes curling in pure bliss and your hands fisting the sheets.

He abruptly pulled away, leaving you heaving as you glanced down. He grinned at your confused expression, lips coated in your slick and a rose flush on his face, and then reached out to direct one of your hands onto his head.

“Pull at my hair,” He murmured.

Oh – oh that you could do, and were about to state it when he resumed his assault on your clit, effectively making your brain melt from the pressure of his tongue on your cunt.

“Holy fucking – Jeongguk!” Your hips moved on their own accord, bucking into his mouth in search of something that would help you topple over and come because you really needed too. It didn’t help that Jeongguk had a low vibration going on his throat, the humming resounding into your cunt with every wet lick and press of his tongue on you. You couldn’t help but claw at his scalp, yanking helplessly at the strands there.

“Please, fuck! Let me come, please let me come.” He didn’t reply, choosing to instead slip two of his fingers between your thighs, circling your entrance with them as he gazed intently at you. The stretch you felt as he pushed them into you had you throwing your head back, legs spreading further apart so he could get deeper. It took a moment or two for him to establish a rhythm that kept in time with the ministrations of his tongue but it didn’t take long for you to come undone underneath them.

The need to orgasm was becoming unbearable. The small tremors in your thighs that you moaning into the heated atmosphere made Jeongguk grin, the flicks against your cunt speeding up. And then he crocked his fingers upwards, the pads of his fingertips slamming right into something that had you screaming his name.

It happened faster than you expected, one second Jeongguk had you unravelling with the sharp jabs into your sopping cunt and the next one you were clenching down on his fingers, thighs shaking with every tidal wave of pleasure that coursed through you. The only thing you knew was him name and he couldn’t help but bask in it. You looked gorgeous like this – mouth thrown open and your eyes on the brink of shutting. It made him so unbelievable hard that it was starting to hurt.

“Fuck,” You exhaled, blinking at the ceiling as Jeongguk pulled his fingers away, immediately cleaning them with his own mouth. The movement garnered your attention and you were left mesmerized as he licked you slick away before giving you a bright smile.

He rose upward, taking his place above you, heart leaping at the sight of your small figure still lost in his shirt but this time with a glow on your face.

“If you want we can do that agai-”

The taste of you on his mouth didn’t deter you. In fact you pulled him closer, your fingers grazing his abdomen, taut muscles involuntarily fluttering at the contact. Jeongguk was built magnificently – you could not deny his hours in the gym really paid off. And it made you want to climb him like a tree.

When Jeongguk detached himself from your lips, he huffed a small laugh landing another peck on your nose. “Your nose is so cute. Have I ever told you that? I love your nose.”

“My nose is ginormous you idiot. Stop trying to change the conversation.” You hand had wandered further down, dipping into the black fabric that strained against the curve of his cock. You didn’t know whether to start with him in your mouth or to sit on his dick immediately.

“Baby,” His mouth was in your neck, “I wasn’t joking when I said I couldn’t fuck you tonight. I don’t think I can handle being on top.”

“Then you don’t have to,” You retorted simply, causing Jeongguk to pull back so he could look you in the eyes. “Do you want me to sit on you first or would you prefer it I sucked you off instead.”

He was visibly stunned, a bewildering look glazing over his eyes. “I-”

You palmed at his cock, relishing in the way he arched into your touch, his eyes falling shut as a choked “Shit” slipped from his lips.

“Pick one baby.”

“Wanna fuck your mouth.”

You grinned, gently pushing him off so you could roll on top. He was now beneath you back against the mattress as his eyes eagerly followed your moments. You kissed the crock of his neck, hands dragging down to roll his nipples in your fingertips. He reacted the way you expected him too, with a soft groan and a curse that went straight to your core.

“Look at my baby, such a good boy,” You whispered against his ear with another flick to his nipples. “You’ve treated me so well tonight and I promise to do the same but I need you to do something for me. Only come when I say you can. Is that okay?”

He nodded so hard his head jolted the pillows apart. That was more than okay for him. You rarely ever took the dominant role in the bedroom but when you did he found it incredibly hot. He wouldn’t come until you let him, even he was aching to right at this very moment.

The only reason why you wanted to withhold his release was because you wanted Jeongguk to feel so good could he couldn’t help but come, you needed to see him like that tonight.

You pressed a satisfied kiss against his mouth, no tongue this time, and then found your way down to his boxers, kneeling forward before the hardness there. This stupid thing should have disappeared ages ago.

Jeongguk tossed them off at your command, leaving his cock exposed to the warm air, curving against his stomach, the tip red and dripping with precum. Your lips wrapped around it with a soft kiss, the welcoming wetness of your mouth leaving Jeongguk groaning as you sunk down on his cock. Where your mouth couldn’t reach your hands occupied.

Your wrists snapped up and down, twisting around his length in quick motions that you knew he liked. You tried to keep up with the pace you’d created with your hands but Jeongguk was thick enough that it was difficult to swallow his cock easily. Especially from this angle. But you pushed through the ache that was burning your jaw and kept the tight hold of your mouth around his dick, tongue swirling around the tip as your hollowed your cheeks.

“Fuck baby, fuck! Like that, yes, fuck I’m gonna – shit I’m gonna come-” He remembered what you’d requested but your mouth was so warm and so wet he couldn’t help but want to come down your throat, not when he could hear the way you were gagging around him. So when you pulled off with a disapproving look he didn’t feel sorry at all.

“Jeongguk,” You slapped his thigh. “You’re terrible at being a sub.”

“Sorry,” He replied, mouth twisted in a languid grin. “I haven’t jacked off in a couple of days and you’re mouth was – yeah your mouth was really nice.”

You sighed, bunching up his shirt at your waist. That revealed the new coat of slick coating your cunt that had the smile tumbling right off Jeongguk’s face. “Do you really need to come right now?”

“Yeah, fuck yeah I do.”

“Where do you want to come? In my mouth or in my pussy?”

Jeongguk’s brain went haywire.

“We’re – we’re not using a condom?” He choked out, painfully aware of how his dick twitched at the prospect of being buried inside you with no barrier.

You shock your head. “No, I want you like that.”

“You sure?” His tone was incredulous.

Another nod.

“Baby, I love you but, like, I’m not ready to be a dad.”

You hit his arm with a laugh bubbling from your mouth. “Idiot my period starts really soon.”

“Really?”

“Yes – please just pick a place to come.”

“Your pussy obviously, shit, come here,” He was reaching out for your hips, dragging your over his crotch. You hovered above him, cunt aching to have something inside it.

“Want me to keep the shirt on?”

“Yeah,” He replied dreamily, eyes enamoured with the way your pussy looked covered in wetness that he was responsible for.

“Jeongguk,” You continued innocently, a sharp look in your eyes.

“Yes baby,” His fingers were digging into your hips, gently pulling you closer to his cock.

“Do you have a kink for me wearing your clothes?” This halted everything.

He didn’t look you in eye as he mumbled out a hasty rambling sentence, “Maybe I do.”

“So that’s a yes?”

“Yeah, is that a bad thing?” He looked so innocent like this, gazing at you with the widest eyes that were brimming with apprehension. He looked like fucking deer caught in headlights who didn’t know whether to run forward or wait for the incoming disaster. You chose not to reply, instead wrapping your hand around his length and lining it up with your entrance. His own fingers were still digging into your hips, tensed as he awaited your answer.

“Jeongguk,” You said, using his cock to toy at your entrance. He groaned despite his uneasiness, the veins in his neck twitching. “Anything you find hot, I find hot. Just know that you’ve just given me free range to steal all your shirts now.”

The snarky reply on his tongue transformed into a groan of pleasure as you sunk down on him, your wet pussy sucking in every inch of his cock. You welcomed the stretch, pushing yourself down as your walls fluttered around his dick. Eventually he was burrowed inside you, your entrance flat against his crotch and the fabric of his shirt brushing against his abdomen.

Every time you had sex Jeongguk always found himself losing it at the feeling of your walls contracting and stretching around him. It felt like absolute heaven because you were always so wet and warm and welcoming for his dick. He’d never felt so connected to a person during sex, but with you even when it was a rough quickie before class, Jeongguk felt alive. Like this was where was meant to be – between your legs giving you everything he ever had.

You sighed, eyes wavering shut, and hips shifting slightly as you adjusted to the familiar stretch of his dick inside you. Jeongguk swore, his hips painfully still as he waited for you to start. His hands were grazing your thighs as he did so, hands trailing to your back so he could give you ass a tight squeeze.

For some reason, one Jeongguk couldn’t wrap his mind around, you in his clothes looking like this made his gut seize up with desire he’d never felt before. You just looked so beautiful like this, mouth open and pussy wet because of him and only him. And the fact that you were wearing his clothes – it was like a signal in his mind that this is for him. That you were for him.

“Baby, remember you can’t come until I say so.” Your smile was lazy as your forced open your eyes, hand on his stomach. You leaned forward and then you started moving. The grip on your hip tightened as you bounced on his dick, your pace quickening with every slap of his skin against yours. It took Jeongguk a second to process the pleasure exuding from his core, he couldn’t even speak, only watch in awe at the way your breast bounced gently beneath the fabric of his white shirt. Or the way your slick leaking all over his dick, making a mess that he wanted to touch.

You jolted up with the pad of his finger hit your clit, immediately moaning when he established a rhythm that had you jerking up and tightening around his dick.

“Jeongguk!” He’d raised his knees so you could lean back, the grip on your waist know purposeful as he fucked up into you with harsh precise thrusts.

“Say my name,” He groaned as you squeezed his cock, using one hand to guide your bounces with the other made quick work of your clit. “Say it baby.”

“Fuck, fuck! Jeongguk – fuck! Love you so much, ugh, love y-you” You threw you head back, screaming his name as your second high came crashing down upon you, pussy clamping down tightly around your boyfriend as you creamed around him. You couldn’t anything else but his name as your rode out your orgasm, toes curling in delight as the tremors cause your shudder above him, mouth wide open.

Jeongguk briefly projected from his body. You were so snug and tight around him he couldn’t help but grab at your hips, pulling your down roughly as his own hips bucked upwards, in a mad chase for his own high. He found it quickly enough, but forced himself to wait until you were coherent.

“Can I come?” He ground out, as you rested your palms against his stomach. You felt the muscle quiver beneath your touch, his stomach caving in with every thrust inside you pussy. You could tell we need to come so badly and yet he had waited for your permission. How was Jeongguk even real?

“Yes, yes, come baby.”

“Fuck,” His eyes were screwed shut as he fucked you through his orgasm, hips stuttering against your own as waves of ecstasy shot through his veins in bursts of pleasure.

It was strange, feeling his come inside you but it was feeling you welcomed. That was until you rolled off and it started slipping out of you. Your knees hit the mattress with a thud as you flopped down beside him.

“You owe me a thigh message,” You muttered into the air coloured by the scent of sex and your joint heavy breaths.

“Your thighs hurt?”

“Mhmm.”

“Good, now you know what I was feeling,”

“Fuck you Jeon Jeongguk,” You replied, the stupidest smile on your face as you whacked at his sweat coated arm.

His grin matched your air, brown hair tousled from your hands and eyes twinkling as he gazed at you. “You just did baby. Give me thirty minutes and we can go again.”

“Ugh, for that you have to get up and turn off the lights.”

#jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #bts smut #jungkook fanfiction #jungkook scenario #bts fanfic #this the third time im making this post because the tags always break #like wtf

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bang-to-the-tan · 4 years

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Vessel Euphoria Chapter 4

► SciFi!AU

Thriller

Warnings: Major Character Death, Mind Control, Upsetting Themes Throughout, Alien Parasitism

↳ Summary: 6 months ago, the crew of the space vessel “Euphoria”—destined for a scientific study on a distant planet—dropped out of all communication. You and your fellow crewmates are inbound to reestablish communication with home base, but things are not as they seem and the fate of the mission is placed in grave danger.

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It’s always exciting to step onto an alien planet. Always something new, to feel the local gravity pull at your knees, urge you closer. To watch alien moons and suns dance in strangely-colored skies. As you pull on the suit, zipping it up, sealing yourself away from this world and all its intentions, you can’t help but wonder what its personality will be like. What will it say to you?

The exit lights flash, the door behind you sealing the room for a spray of decontamination, depressurizing, the robotic voice overhead warning of the door to the outside opening. Your stomach always lurches when it hisses, detaches, begins to lower. Something inside you is never unsurprised. You’re never left unexcited by the possibilities.

Slowly, Orul-82’s horizon is bared to you past the metal doorway of the ship. The sky is yellow, tinged for the miniature suns it orbits, soon to reach its version of twilight. It casts rich light and deep shadows, bathing everything you see in warmth. The ground beneath is flat, reaching miles, so many miles, into the distance past the secondary tower that shines, looms ahead like a child’s toy placed among posies. Those red flowers are everywhere, waving in the breeze that you can’t feel past the suit, burnt away near you, shriveled by whatever it is that attacked them. This close, you can see the green roots beginning to sprout up from where they’ve died. Orul, taking back her surface from the invaders. From you.

“Come on,” says Jimin through the radio inside his helmet. “I want to be back before dark.”

You bite back a quip, still riding the adrenaline, the euphoria, of being so close to something so foreign. It’s not his fault that this is your favorite part.

When your boot makes contact with the soil--firm, but moist, almost spongy--a shiver runs through your frame and you can’t repress the grin that curls your mouth upwards. Jimin obviously is less interested in greeting this new planet, already making a direct line for the entrance to the secondary tower.

“These flowers are huge,” you settle for instead, absently reaching out as you walk to caress a nearby petal from an adolescent plant that even in its youth still reaches your waist. “I wonder what feeds them.”

“Don’t fuck with the flowers,” your compatriot bites, pulling up to the door and beginning to key in the passcode. “Or have you forgotten what happened on DW?”

“That was not my fault.” You step up beside him, casting a glance around the front of the base. It all looks secure, there’s no pieces missing, no outward damage. Seems good. “How was I supposed to know the rats could open their jaws like that?”

Jimin turns to you, eyes wide, head cocked. “By not fucking with the local wildlife.”

“It was cute.”

“Before it tried to eat us.”

“Operative word being tried.”

“Door 1A, opening.” The robotic voice overhead interrupts. Inside is another chamber like the one on the ship, lights flashing. The two of you step inside, still arguing. You sidle up to the small window to the inside, eager to get a first look, but it’s too dark to see much of anything. Main power supply must be off, though tertiary is still running, judging by a lamp you can see from here that’s been thrown onto the ground. There’s papers scattered on the floor in front of it and the shadows of some furniture in the back.

“Which is why we need weapons.”

“We needed them for DW because there were snake-wolves that roamed the base at night, Jimin.”

“Door 1A, closing.”

“How do you know there’s no snake-wolves on Orul?”

“The scans?”

“Bay 1, beginning decontamination process.”

“Scans can be wrong. Just look at Yoongi.”

You turn away from the peephole at his tone. Jimin is frowning at the ground, nose scrunching. The spray nozzles hiss above him, making him look vaguely like some tortured protagonist in a romance movie with the droplets running down his visor. The sanitization fluid evaporates quickly, leaving behind faint streaks. Like second nature, your arm reaches out to grip his arm, sending him a gentle grin when he finally, stubbornly, meets your eye.

“He’s fine. Jung isn’t going to send him home, he’s just gonna sleep off his bruises and then everything’ll be back to normal. Don’t—“

“Door 1B, opening.”

His attention is pulled from you to the door sliding open behind you. His eyes widen in shock, mouth going agape.

“Uh.” He interrupts, leaning to crane a little ways past you.

You spin around just in time to watch a table topple from its position atop a stack revealed by the door opening, tumbling to the ground with a deafening clatter just a foot away. It’s a veritable pyramid, built up of chairs and tables and lamps, research equipment. There’s an unplugged mini fridge on the bottom and a waste basket holding up a wheely chair. Some of it shudders and collapses as you stare, incredulous, throwing random parts in every direction.

After reassuring yourself that none of it will fall onto you, recollecting your heartbeat, you step forward, tailed closely by Jimin, who’s expression is just as confused as yours must be.

“A barricade?” you ask after a second of silence.

“From the inside. Not to keep someone in.”

“To keep someone out…?”

The papers in front of the lamp catch your eye next, now unobscured by the protective glass of the tiny window, and you’re shocked to realize they’re drawings. You move to pick one up, fumbling with it a little for how thick the suit makes your fingers. It’s a complaint sheet. Or at least, it was. Someone has written all over it, drawn all over it. Red marker, black, green…A portrait of a face that you almost recognize with all the artistic care put into the rendition, but it’s been violently scribbled over. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Written again and again, squeezed into margins. The edges are half-torn, as if someone had a mind to rip the whole thing apart, and couldn’t go through with it.

The whirr of the generators powering up makes you jump and you cast a surprised look about the room when the overhead lights flicker and groan, finally illuminating the entire opening area.

It’s a mess.

Someone has really done a number on the place. You can’t imagine there’s much furniture left in the entire base. Most of it is stacked up behind you, presumably against the door, but there’s also what you could only describe as a makeshift lean-to in the corner, covered with ripped-up seat cushions. There’s a small pile of something, burnt black, that smolders in front of it. Table and chair legs litter the floor, papers, everywhere. Cans, of what you can positively identify as the flash-frozen food left over from a space voyage. Empty. Stacked, some, thrown about the place. Paint, the bright red intended for landmarks, splashes violently up one side of the wall, a clear handprint dragging through it as if clawing in desperation.

“What the fuck,” you hiss, taking it all in.

“Shh.” Jimin’s voice comes through your remote radio, making you jump again. He appears beside you, body angled protectively towards you, staring at the lean-to. It must have been him who flipped the main power. He cocks his head at you, then back to the corner, miming a finger against his lips as best he can. It takes a moment, but you finally get what he’s thinking. It’s still smoking.

Whoever tore the base to pieces is still here. Was right here. Recently.

Jimin starts moving first, his footsteps silent, avoiding the trash all over the floor. He glides towards the far door leading into the hallway, eyes sharp. You can taste your heartbeat as you follow. It’s quiet, too quiet, muffled by the walls and further by the suit, and even so you’re straining for anything, any sound, any movement. The door ahead should open into a hallway that in turn leads to the maintenance room, stock room, and finally the tower control. You’ve seen the blueprints. Even though the hallway illuminated through the port window on the door seems average, long and narrow, emptying into a four-way intersection, you can’t help the sense of foreboding coiling in your stomach.

The two of you reach the door, and Jimin immediately ducks to avoid the porthole. You follow suit on instinct. His arm rises, signaling you to stay put and you stop in your tracks, holding your breath. He steps forward. Triggerd by motion sensors, the door hisses open, sliding soundlessly into the wall. Nothing. The hallway peers back brightly, but still you don’t move. The blood rushing in your head is deafening. Your companion hesitates, then begins creeping again, slowly straightening into an upright walk. Somehow, he manages to make no noise at all, even wearing the suit. You watch him. He walks forward, slowing when he reaches the intersection and craning his head to the right, down the adjoining hallway.

The door in front of you hisses warningly, beginning to glide shut again.

Movement, ahead, a dark shape from the left darting with a feral war cry that cuts off when it makes contact, catching Jimin in a tackle, and they both fly down the right hallway with the impact, Jimin shouting in answer.

You’re moving before you can think. The door tries to accommodate you as you suddenly burst through it, but you catch your shoulders, your legs, struggling to dislodge enough to reach your teammate, taking the length of the hallway in what feels like two strides, skittering at the end to try and redirect, slamming yourself into the wall. You’re already changing position, shifting gears, towards where they’d disappeared.

It’s a man, with black hair so long and shaggy it hides his face. Wearing a black jumpsuit intended for mechanic work that has definitely seen better days. He’s straddling Jimin, long hands straining to curl around his throat, his breath puffing through his teeth with exertion. Jimin’s helmet has been knocked off, laying now by the hallway north. Instinctively, you’re stepping forward, intending to throw yourself at the new threat, but in a swift movement, Jimin locks his leg around the stranger, throwing him to the side violently and rolling on top. He rears back before you can get any closer and slams his fist into the other man’s jaw, snapping his head back into the floor with a sick sound.

“Jimin!” You’re flying to his side, wrapping your arm around his chest, trying to heave him off, watching cautiously as the stranger makes a choked noise of pain, scrabbling upwards. After a moment, Jimin finally relents, standing with you, allowing you to pull him back, seething through his teeth and breathing hard.

“Fucker,” he spits, threatening to lunge again, but you jerk him towards you instead, eyes trained on the other man as he finally gets on shaking legs and stumbles down the hall a short ways before nearly tripping and whirling around, leaning against the wall for support. He digs into his pocket and retrieves a taser, pointing it at the two of you with an unsteady hand. His eyes are wild beneath the straggling strands of hair, breathing harder even than Jimin, chest heaving in panic.

“The fuck is wrong with you?!” Jimin shouts again, but you pull him behind yourself, casting him a quick glance.

“Calm down,” you begin, placating. “Okay, nobody here wants to hurt anyone else.”

“Tell that to fuckin’ samurai ninja asshole over there,” Jimin snaps, drawing his arm underneath his nose. He checks the back of his head where he must have landed on it, wincing.

“He’s not an asshole, we startled him,” you correct, looking to the other man. Making sure you move deliberately, slowly, you remove your own helmet, setting it gently on the ground. When you start walking slowly towards him, he jerks, retraining the taser to point more directly at you. “Right?”

“I’m fucking bleeding, the asshole.”

The stranger shifts again when you pass the six foot line, his free hand feeling behind himself at the wall, body weight moving as if tempted to throw himself down that hallway, away from you. His eyes are painfully wide. They’re almost pretty, soft chocolatey doe eyes, but ringed with red and sunken in from too many sleepless nights.

“I’m the communications technician from the vessel Epiphany.” You say calmly, enunciating clearly. “This is Jimin, he’s our navigations tech. We didn’t mean to scare you.”

He doesn’t reply, but his eyes twitch from you to Jimin, then back. Good, he’s listening. Not in any shape to retain, perhaps, but aware enough to reason with.

“We’re looking for the crew members of the vessel Euphoria. Is that you?”

“Eu-euphoria.” The man mumbles, a hollow echo. His brows pull together in confusion, searching your face desperately.

“Is that you?” you repeat, looking to the nametag sewn into his suit. Your heart sinks. “…Jungkook?”

It’s him. Suddenly, you recognize that face, as bedraggled, wild as it is. You’ve seen him countless times. Clean, happy. His soft voice, lisping occasionally through his maintenance logs when he’s deep in thought. Running those long fingers through jet hair nervously. Spinning, swiveling in his chair as he mumbles shyly through lists of things he’s accomplished as if they weren’t anything to be proud of. The youngest mechanic to go straight from the academy into a mission. Jeon Jungkook. The “golden boy”—rumored to have aced every class no matter the subject. Panting like a wild animal in front of you, cowering in a half-crouch, every limb shaking, staring at you he’s never heard his name before.

Jungkook gapes openly, as though about to speak, but whatever leagues and leagues of emotion are threatening to spill out from his eyes are so unspeakable he only trembles. You take another step and again he thrusts the taser at you, but now he’s unsure of his own actions; there’s a delay between your foot meeting ground and his arm moving.

“Jungkook, we both know,” you begin again, voice low, meeting his gaze patiently. “Both of us know, that the lack of a light on that thing means it doesn’t work anymore. Right?”

He looks from you to the device in his hand. It hasn’t been recharged; the light that usually shines green for good and red for low is completely dark. As he stares, trying so hard to comprehend, it slips from his fingers and to the ground, clattering, bouncing to land by you.

You kick it away with a subtle motion, down the hallway to your left. His arm falls limply to his side, and he continues to watch the space where it was with an empty expression.

“And you don’t want to hurt us, right? We don’t want to hurt you. We want to help.”

“Don’t get too close.” Jimin warns bitterly from behind you. “He might jump you.”

“It’s okay.” You reply, soothing. You pull off one of your gloves, baring your skin to him in a show of being unarmed. You reach with your hand palm-out, when Jungkook flinches at Jimin’s voice. “It’s okay. Jungkook isn’t going to hurt me.”

You’re close enough now that you can smell him. It’s not pleasant. The last time he bathed must be a distant memory. It’s taking a lot of self-control not to make a childish face of disgust at the strong scent of body odor.

You hold your hand out closer, twisting so that your palm is up, moving at a snail’s pace. Something sparks in Jungkook’s expression, some familiarity, and it breaks a dam inside of him. Suddenly, there are tears spilling from his eyes, coasting down his cheeks, forcing his breath into shuddering intakes. He raises his own hand, as though afraid, bewitched, and slowly stretches his fingers to your palm. He doesn’t take your hand. Instead, he trails his fingertips across your palm, the meat of your thumb, the inside of your wrist, watching mesmerized as he cries.

“You’re real,” he croaks, sniffles, choking into a sob. “You’re real.”

“I’m real.” You affirm. “It’s nice to meet you, Jungkook.”

“You’re really here.” His long fingers curl easily over your hand, catching your wrist. You can hear Jimin bristle, but you raise your other arm slightly, enough to stay him. Jungkook isn’t even holding you tightly, just enough to feel the solidness of you. He’s clammy, but feverish against your skin.

“I am.”

“I—I’m…“ he chokes again, brows pulling forward, eyes squeezing shut. “I’m sorry.” He suddenly, violently, retracts, sinking to the ground, still leaning his weight against the wall, curling in on himself until he has his knees pulled in front of his face, his hands shaking against his head. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He starts babbling apologies under his breath, hiding his face.

“Okay. It’s okay.” You reassure, taking a deep breath. That’ll be all you can get out of him for now, you think. You straighten, turning to Jimin. “We’re going to get him into quarantine, and then we’ll see if there’s anyone else up here.”

“You think they’re all holed up here…?”

“Not really. There’s no reason for him to react like that if there were other people up here. Plus, there was only the one hut.” You cast another glance at Jungkook, but he’s clearly busy.

Jimin pauses. “…You mean we’re looking for corpses.” He says finally, hollow.

Your stomach flips and you swallow hard past the lump that forms in your throat. “It’s a possibility.”

“If you stay here, I’ll check the other rooms.”

“You don’t—“

“It’s okay. You stay with him.” Jimin reaches forward, catches your forearm in a comforting grip, just like you’d done earlier. When your eyes meet, you can feel the reassurance he’s trying to offer. “I’ll…I’ll go look. Just really quick.”

You hesitate. Exhaustion, the aftermath of the adrenaline, sinks warningly into your limbs and you suddenly feel so tired. After a beat, you nod. Jungkook doesn’t move, not even when Jimin jogs past him, headed down to the tower control. He’s back within a few minutes, nodding his head, casting a quick, almost warning look down at your new companion.

“Clear.” He says, turning down to the stock room.

“Roger.” You return. You keep an eye on Jungkook, but he’s lost in whatever’s going on in his head. What could have even happened to him? It’s been half a year since communications cut out—there’s no feasible way that whatever happened here isn’t connected to the radio silence. If Jungkook’s here, then are the rest at the main tower? Your stomach flips again and you pray that Jimin doesn’t find anything of note. You aren’t ready to consider what it means if he finds bodies.

You’re so caught up thinking that you jolt a little when he jogs past you for a second time, shaking his head.

“Clear. One more.”

“One more, hurry it up,” you urge. “This kid needs fed. And a bath.”

He doesn’t try to snap back with anything witty. Surely it’s impossible to be mad at something so obviously pitiful. It probably took everything Jungkook had to tackle him like that anyways. A single burst of terrified adrenaline. You doubt there’s any malice in him to begin with.

“That sound good, Jungkook?”

No answer.

“Get you washed up, some food in you? Nice and safe on the Epiphany?”

He only shakes, whispering hoarse apologies as if it could dispel the very shadows in the hallway with the vehemence of his prayer.

“No bodies,” Jimin pulls back up, stopping, hands going to his thighs. In this hallway, his voice feels oddly loud, taking up space otherwise occupied only by Jungkook’s muttering. He catches his breath, inhaling deeply, and you realize he has something in one hand, a strap wrapped about his palm, cradling something dark. “No bodies, no more huts. He’s left the rest of the rooms alone for the most part, except for the furniture. Look what I found instead, plugged into a screen in maintenance.”

“It’s a camera,” you pipe up, automatic. Confusion sinks in immediately after the words leave your mouth. Why would Jimin—

“Biology grade.”

Ah.

“The acquisition that Kim Taehyung put in just before touchdown.” You blink at it as Jimin nods, handing it over to you. He sniffs once, drawing his forearm under his nose again and gesturing at it as you look it over curiously. It’s in good condition, strangely enough. Fully charged, screen uncracked, no scuffs or scratches, even. You tuck it into your chest, feeling strangely hopeful at this fragile little object.

“The tower being down doesn’t mean they stopped recording—it just means that it stopped broadcasting.”

“You think maybe this’ll have something important on it?”

“A fight, maybe.” He nods again, straightening. Suddenly he twitches forward, but you register the feeling of a hand brushing your arm before he has the chance to react. You turn, holding your free arm out as a brace towards Jimin, looking at Jungkook again. He’s stood up now, on shaking legs, brow furrowed, eyes laser focused on the camera as if it were the center of his universe.

“N-no.” he says quietly. His hands inch forward, hesitant to touch you but persistent in some unspoken need.

“The camera?” you prompt, surprised. “Is it the camera?”

He nods, sniffs, sending raggedy hair flying. Briefly he meets your eyes with his own, red, puffy ones. Your heart shatters and you repress the desire to cry with him.

“Okay. Okay, Jungkook. I’ll give it back.”

He nods. Licks his painfully chapped lips as though nervous.

“But you have to come with us.”

His face contorts, knees buckling for a moment before he catches himself on the wall.

“No,” he mumbles. He’s oddly firm of tone with that one—perhaps there’s some fight left in him. Maybe the camera can solve more than one mystery after all.

“That’s the deal, okay? We leave here, we take you on board, and I’ll give it back. Okay?”

“N-no, no.” His chest starts heaving. His fingers are shaky where they’re clutching the camera strap. He’s more than capable of physically taking it from you, you’re sure. If you had to guess, you’d say he doesn’t want to risk harming it. He’s taken care of it all this time. Slow, deliberate, you slip your own fingers over his. Initially, he flinches at the contact, but eases into a mindless stare after a beat, eyes still fixed on the device.

“I promise. I promise it’s safe. We’ll go as slow as you need.”

He doesn’t reply.

But when you take a testing step forward, he hobbles quickly after you, scuffing his bare feet like a toddler chasing a promised sweet, swaying to a halt when you do, still sniffling intermittently.

“What do you think Hoseok’ll have to say about him?” Jimin asks quietly.

“I don’t know. I’m trying not to think about it. Can you find him a suit?...And maybe call Hoseok while you’re at it—I feel like this is going to take a while.”

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#bts fanfic #BtS Thriller AU #bts sci fi au #vessel euphoria #:c

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It was too early in the morning when Tohru heard it. It was the kind of early where it isn’t even really morning, but you can’t call it night either since midnight is hours behind you. The kind where sun seems like a distant memory and the moon and stars are so bright against the staunch black sky that they make their own kind of twilight without the need for any dusk or dawn creeping in. The kind that reminds you that the world is so much emptier when you’re the only one awake. Too empty.

Only, straining to hear through the heavy silence nearly blocking out the noise, Tohru realized she wasn’t the only one awake. It took her a few moments to piece together that a soft noise from down the hall had woken her, and another few to sort out what that noise actually was. And when she finally did, worry knotted in her chest, hurt squeezing her heart tight. She recognized those sounds, knew them by heart far more easily than she would have liked to admit.

Someone was crying, and from the lurching, stilted sound of it, they were trying their very hardest to hide it.

Concern rattling around in her chest with every beat of her heart, Tohru sat up. Gingerly, she slipped out of bed and stood, keeping quiet. After all she didn’t want to wake anyone else. Short, cautious steps carried her across the room and she slid the door open with the upmost care. It rattled in its frame just slightly, though it sounded far too loud in her ears, breaking the calm quiet. When everything seemed clear, that she hadn’t alerted anyone, Tohru tiptoed down the hall. Following her ears all the way, heading the direction the sorry whimpers and strained breaths were coming from, she came to a stop at the door at the end of the hall. Kyo’s room.

A few bubbles of nervousness rose up in Tohru’s chest. But the concern lodged deep in her heart was much stronger. So she steeled herself and brought a hand up to gently knock against the doorframe, knuckles hardly brushing the surface. But the tiny, dull thud of a sound was enough to catch Kyo’s attention. Or at least, it was if the way all the noise from the other side of the door completely stopped was any indication. And Tohru wasn’t sure how long that stretched on. Her listening for something that wasn’t there anymore, standing in the middle of the hall in her pajamas in the small, dreary hours of the morning. Kyo refusing to take so much as an audible breath to let her know he was still there. For all she knew, he could have climbed out the window the second he heard her knock.

But he hadn’t, and Tohru was sure if it, so she knocked one more time. And when he didn’t answer, she knitted her fingers together and shuffled just a little closer. “Kyo, it’s Tohru,” she whispered, as quiet and ginger as she could manage. That drew an immediate reaction.

Tohru could hear the rustle of blankets then the dull patter of footsteps before the door quickly slid open. And on the other side, Kyo was gazing down at her, all glassy, puffy eyes and messy hair. Something in his expression was wrought with desperation, and he hurriedly looked her up and down, hands clenching tight on the doorframe until his knuckles went white. Every muscle was drawn tight and he looked almost panicky. And though he wasn’t crying anymore, his breath was still coming shallow and lurching. Tohru could hear it, falling past his lips more ragged than it should have, and she could see it in the hurried rise and fall of his chest too.

Then, Kyo unclenched one trembling hand from the doorframe, reaching out slowly and deliberately. All the while, fear and dread pooled in his eyes, glimmering in the dark. And when his fingers finally brushed against the fabric over her shoulder, trailing down to touch the skin at her collar bone, something between relief and exhaustion seemed to hit him all at once. And Tohru’s heart ached in her chest at just how tentative he was, like he was horrified if he reached out, she might disappear like a ghost from beneath his hand. Or worse, that he would break her, that she would shatter to pieces.

For a moment, the warmth of his fingertips lingered against her collarbone, and with every beat, some of the fear that darkened his eyes, drew heavy shadows across his face, ebbed away. Unsure of what to do, but knowing whole heartedly that she wanted to make Kyo feel better, Tohru just him let be for a moment, watching attentively while the warm colors in his eyes swirled with emotions she couldn’t recognize. Then, she gingerly took his wrist in her hand, pulling him back slightly. All of a sudden, Kyo jerked back like he was afraid he had burned her, gaze downcast.

Red tinged Kyo’s cheeks, crawling up over the bridge of his nose too, but Tohru only caught a flash of it before he sharply turned his attention to the ground. Sleep mused locks of hair fell to cover most of his face from view, engulfing the rest in shadow. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“ he started, curling the hand that he had touched her with into a tight fist. The guilt and shame in his voice were almost overwhelming, and Tohru briefly wondered how one sweet person could feel so badly about themself.

“Shh,” Tohru hushed gently, interrupting his apology.

Seeing he had clearly misunderstood her intentions, Tohru stepped forward to take his wrist in both hands. And this time, he let her, gaze picking up off the floor. Instead of pushing him away like he thought she was trying to do, Tohru pressed his palm flat against her chest, right above her heart. She could feel it beating steadily beneath his hand, if not a bit fast, and from the way he met her gaze, red rimmed eyes hopeful and relived all at once, she knew he felt it too. And despite the hurt she felt for him, pulsing somewhere deep inside, Tohru brought the brightest smile she could onto her face. And she found, with Kyo looking back at her with so much genuine care, that she didn’t even have to force it.

“See, I’m here with you. I’m not going anywhere,” Tohru assured.

Kyo looked at her like she was sunshine after the rain, like he thought she was a light he may never see again. And even if she didn’t think she deserved that kind of praise, Tohru was glad he looked a little more assured and that the lingering panic and guilt had left his eyes. Then, he gave a brusque nod, some of the blush from before lingering in a dusting of pink across his nose.

Eventually, Kyo let his hand fall back to his side. And to Tohru’s surprise, she found she missed the warmth of him there, right over her heart. It felt safe, somehow, and more comfortable than she would have thought. But she didn’t say anything about it. It seemed better to hold back, let Kyo take his time, give him the chance to invite her in close or push her away. As long as he knew she was there for him.

“I didn’t mean to wake you up,” Kyo finally said, somewhere between ashamed and exhausted and lost. Though, Tohru couldn’t tell if it was from a place of guilt at having distrusted her sleep, or if it was merely that he didn’t want anyone to hear him crying. Probably some of both, if she knew Kyo like she thought she did.

Not having the heart to tell him he did, in fact, wake her up, Tohru just smiled a little. Though, it felt a little sadder than before, like she couldn’t muster the same light. “It’s alright, I was already awake anyway,” Tohru replied, even if it wasn’t quite the truth. But it was close enough to it, and it was something she could say without that ache in her chest that swelled up whenever she hurt someone else.

Though, it still seemed safer to shift to another topic. “Was it a bad dream?” Tohru asked gingerly, knitting her fingers together and hoping that she wasn’t prying too much.

For a moment, Kyo just sighed, but the exhale sounded forced and strained, like he choked a little on the breath when it came out. It tore at Tohru’s heart and she wanted desperately to take his hands in hers and hold them tight, to wrap him in a hug, to whisper soothing reassurances. But she held herself still and watched with watery eyes as Kyo skirted his gaze past her, glancing warily down the hall.

Stepping back from the door, making space, Kyo gave a sharp tilt of his head, inviting Tohru inside. For just a split second, something in her chest felt jittery with nerves. But it was gone as quick as it came and Tohru stepped inside, every footfall sounding too loud in the silence. Kyo slid the door shut behind her. Somehow, though they’d been standing closer in the hall, being in Kyo’s room felt more intimate. Even though he had invited her in, and his room was simple and sparse and held nothing even resembling treasured memories or personal sentiments, Tohru felt a little like she was intruding. An apology lingered on the back of her tongue, but Kyo didn’t look like he wanted to hear her polite formalities right then, so she kept it too herself.

“I-“ Kyo started, a little shakily, before he cut himself off, pressed a fist to his chest and curled the other in the thin blanket on his bed. He swallowed, clenched his jaw, then tried again. “It was a nightmare,” he admitted, the words coming forced and raspy, raking a hand back through his hair. “About you,” he added in a hoarse whisper.

There were thin streams of pale, dusty moonlight filtering in through the window. And now that she could see a little better, Tohru could make out the haunted shadows under Kyo’s eyes, the almost ashen tint to his skin. Taking a few steps closer, she reached an outstretched hand towards him, aching with the need to touch him, soothe him, take his pain away. Especially if she, even in a dream, was the one causing him grief. But she froze when he pulled in a sharp breath, let it out as a strangled whimper.

And in that instant, everything inside Tohru hurt. Even down to her bones, a crushing longing settled in to stay. It carved out a space deep in her chest, lodged itself in her heart so every beat throbbed painfully, tightly. She wanted nothing more than to stumble over and bury her face in his chest, breathe him in, and wrap him in the warmest hug. Kyo seemed like he needed one. And Tohru knew she certainly did too. But, she couldn’t. All because some curse decided that Kyo, along with the rest of the Somas, didn’t deserve to be shown love and affection and comfort like everyone else. So Tohru stood rooted in her spot, aching. And though she bit her lip and tried her best to blink them back, tears pooled in her eyes, hiding everything, even Kyo, behind a blur. A few tears slipped past, left streaks down her cheeks, and dripped off her chin.

Then, there was a warm hand on the back of her head, gently guiding her face into the crook of Kyo’s neck. And when she pulled in a surprised breath, Tohru just melted. He smelled like summer air and soap, and it felt so much like the home Tohru never realized she’d been craving all this time. And though they had to be careful, keep their distance, Tohru nuzzled her nose deeper into the junction of his neck and shoulder, her hands coming to weakly cling at the front of his shirt. Kyo’s cheek gently fell to rest against her hair, his eyes heavy and tired. Though, he didn’t dare step any closer, didn’t dare let their chests touch.

“You aren’t supposed to be the one crying,” Kyo grumbled quietly, but there was no blame or malice in his voice. Instead, it just came out clogged with emotion, thick and syrupy. And Tohru had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from crying all over again at the sound of it.

“I can’t help it,” Tohru replied weakly, her voice muffled in Kyo’s shoulder. His skin was wet by then, and she sincerely hoped it was tears and not snot or spit. But if Kyo was bothered by it, he didn’t show it. He just started gingerly running a hand through her hair, tentative and unsure. “I don’t want you to cry. I just want you to feel better,” she sniffled, twisting her fingers a little tighter into his shirt. “But I don’t know what to do. I can’t even hug you,” Tohru hiccuped.

The hand in her hair stilled for a beat. She swore she heard Kyo’s breath hitch, felt the tension that ran through him. “You’re doing enough,” he said, heartfelt and genuine and raw. And only because it was in the early hours of the morning, where even twilight couldn’t see them, he pressed a fleeting kiss to the top of her head. “You’re doing plenty, Tohru,” he assured, voice breaking just slightly.

Slowly, in processing, a hazy warmth suffused out through Tohru’s chest, spreading all the way down to her toes. It felt like belonging, like home, like love, and she never knew how much she needed it. Though, no matter how sweet, how well meaning, how deserved it may have been, that didn’t stop the nervous flutter in her stomach, or the rosy blush rising to her cheeks. Because Kyo was a little different from the rest. And even if she couldn’t put a label on why, it didn’t change the fact that he was the only one who could stir up those flowery, pastel feelings from beneath the surface.

While time spun on around them, dripping slow like honey, Tohru eventually found it in herself to nod against his shoulder, to accept that her best effort was enough. And when she did, Kyo relaxed too, his tension ebbing away and giving way to tired contentment. For a long moment, she just stood and soaked up the feeling, breathing Kyo in and settling her heart. But, as much as she wished it could go on longer, it was late and they were both exhausted. So, she took a step back from Kyo, resolving to give him a little space. Though, the butterflies still swarming in her stomach had her weak at the knees, and without Kyo’s touch, grounding her, supporting her, she swayed for just a beat before her legs gave out beneath her.

Kyo was crouched by her side in an instant, concern burning bright in his eyes. “What’s wrong?” he asked worriedly, gingerly reaching out to her.

Her head still feeling a little warm and fuzzy, Tohru took his hand to assure him, fingers laced together. “I’m just a little overwhelmed,” she replied sheepishly, pink dusting across her cheeks.

Relief colored Kyo’s expression, though there was still something uneasy lingering underneath. And after a few beats of contemplative silence, something in his demeanor shifted as he came to a decision. Taking her by surprise, Kyo swept Tohru up into his arms, and she was so thankful that it didn’t turn him into a cat, or she would have ended up falling back to the hard flooring. Before she could even really register what was happening, she was sitting on top of Kyo’s blanket, set gently on his futon.

“Kyo?” Tohru questioned, stunned and a little nervous. Even if it was cliche and a little silly, she’d never been in a boy’s bed before, and even sitting on top of the blanket had her heart beating faster.

“You can stay here for the night, if you want,” he replied quietly, a blush burning over his nose and across the tips of his ears. “I don’t want to just dump my problems on you and leave you all alone,” he clarified, gaze downcast to avoid Tohru’s eyes. Though, after a moment, he brought his gaze up to meet hers, strong and sure despite the embarrassed blush on his cheeks. “I don’t want you to be all by yourself unless you’re okay. If anything happened to you because of me...” he started, trailing off when his voice started to waver. Something darker drifted over his expression, a bit of fear slipping into his eyes, and Tohru couldn’t help but think that maybe he didn’t want to be left alone either.

A genuine smile on her lips, soft and content, Tohru caught Kyo’s gaze. “Thank you,” she said gently, taking one of Kyo’s hands between her own. Hardly a moment later, a yawn bubbled up past her lips. At that, something in Kyo’s expression softened, anything guarded or defensive falling away.

“We should get some sleep,” he replied gently, rubbing at the back of his neck with his free hand.

Nodding in agreement, Tohru reluctantly let go of Kyo’s hand and slid over to make room for him, carefully tucking her legs under the covers without disturbing them too much. After a beat of hesitation, the dusting of pink still clear across his cheeks, Kyo slipped in next to her, careful to keep an appropriate distance. It didn’t take too long for them to get settled, the rustle of blankets giving way to even, quiet breaths.

Though, as the minutes ticked by in silence, Tohru found herself too restless to sleep, too aware of Kyo lying just a little ways behind her. There was just something, a little hollow and longing, that stuck in her chest, keeping her up. Trying not to make too much noise, she rolled over to face him, only to find him watching her, eyes warm and kind. There was worry masked in the rich hue, though, and it bled out into the rest of his expression, creasing the skin between his brows, turning his lips down at the corners ever so slightly.

Tohru’s heart ached a little, seeing that. She’d hoped she had soothed his fears and made him feel better, but it hurt to see there was still something he was worrying over. Even right there with him, it felt like she wasn’t doing enough. Even though he assured her that wasn’t the case, Tohru couldn’t help but want to make everything okay again, and it bothered her that she couldn’t. “Kyo?” she asked gingerly.

He met Tohru’s gaze, the thin lines of worry still written across his face. Pulling a breath in, letting it out, he tried to soften his expression. ”I don’t want you to leave.” The words were hardly more than a whisper, hoarse and desperate. And from the weight of it, Tohru got the feeling he wasn’t just talking about tonight, staying by his side to ward off nightmares. It was something bigger than that, more important, but she didn’t dare ask what.

“I promise, I won’t,” Tohru replied, keeping her voice just as hushed and gentle. Her eyes started to water a little, moisture gathering at the corners, and she did her best to blink it away, but never let her gaze shy away from Kyo.

Kyo managed a nod, fears easing some. Reaching out, Tohru gently swept the stray hair away from his eyes, letting her fingertips linger on his temple. Slowly, contentedly, his eyes drifted closed, and Tohru let her hand trail down to rest high on his chest instead. She felt each breath he took in the gentle rise and fall of his chest. And it was hardly any time before she noticed them slowing and evening, Kyo falling into an exhausted, hopefully dreamless sleep. And if he had another nightmare, Tohru would be there to protect him. Even if she couldn’t hug him, she could smooth his hair, kiss his forehead, and whisper reassurances until he was okay again. And, at least for now, that was enough for her.

Tohru never quite realized how nice it could be waking up next to someone in the morning. Or more precisely, cuddled up with someone. At some point overnight, Tohru had ended up lying sprawled out on her back, and Kyo was curled into her side, his head resting on her stomach and one arm draped across her hips. The mellow morning sunlight filtered in through the window, casting a warm glow across his face. It felt so peaceful and almost achingly familiar, like this was the way things were meant to be.

And, he was purring. The realization made Tohru feel warm and fuzzy down to her toes, the contented, soothed sound rumbling deep in his chest. Even if he might hiss on occasion, particularly in his cat form, Tohru had never heard him make any sound that even resembled a purr. It was sweet; she liked it.

Burying her fingers in his soft tresses, Tohru gently ruffled his hair. A little messy from sleep, Tohru thought it looked cute all tussled. Stirring just a little, Kyo leaned into her touch, still purring happily. Tohru had to stifle a giggle, trying not to wake him, but he just looked so sweet and harmless lying like that. It was a huge difference from when he was awake, a little aggressive and rough around the edges. She knew it came from a good place, though.

When she shifted a little to get more comfortable, still toying with Kyo’s hair, Tohru pulled in a deep breath and held it for a beat. Too tired and frazzled last night, she hadn’t even noticed it, but now she realized just how much everything smelled like Kyo. The scent was so full of sunshine and outdoors and boy, and it clung to everything, from the pillow to the blankets to the sleeping Kyo himself. And as embarrassing as it was, Tohru just wanted to bury her head in the bedding and breathe it all in. Every breath of it made her head feel warm and fuzzy.

She didn’t get the chance, though, when Kyo stirred and stretched, cracking open an eye. And it only took another beat for him to hurriedly separate himself from Tohru, sliding over as far as the futon would allow.

“Good morning,” Tohru giggled, watching Kyo clutch at his heart, a blush burning all the way down his neck. Though, after a few moments, he settled back down and returned her greeting, albeit a little grumpily.

They didn’t have school that morning, luckily, and neither was in a hurry to get up for the day. Normally, Tohru was a bit of an early riser, wanting to get up with plenty of time to prepare breakfast, but there was something so nice about sleeping in from time to time. And lounging around with Kyo didn’t seem so bad.

“You know, you were purring in your sleep,” Tohru said quietly, her fingers itching with the urge to reach back out and card through his hair again. Some longing part of her, too, wanted to feel that gentle rumble in his chest again. It was comforting.

As soon as the words left her lips, Kyo went bright red. He sheepishly tucked his head beneath the covers up to his eyes, trying to hide the blush.

“Kyo?” Tohru asked, tilting her head to one side, confused by the reaction. She thought it was sweet, and it really set her heart at ease to know he was happy and not dreaming of anything bad.

“I don’t normally do that,” Kyo admitted, embarrassed, the words muffled through the blanket. If possible, he seemed like he was blushing an even deeper red. “Only when-“

Cut off by the rattle of his door sliding open, Kyo froze where he was, absolute dread coming over his face.

“Hey, have you seen Tohru yet today...” Yuki asked from the door, trailing off as soon as he spotted the girl he was looking for curled up on the opposite side of Kyo’s futon. And in that instant, rage boiled beneath his calm exterior, white hot.

Before Tohru could blink, Yuki was across the room, hauling Kyo up by the collar and yanking him away from her. He had Kyo pinned to the wall in no time, glaring daggers at him. Though, Tohru couldn’t tell if it was out of shock or guilt or something else, but Kyo didn’t even try to fight back. He just coughed and gasped a little, Yuki’s knuckles digging hard into his throat.

“What did you do to her?” Yuki seethed, shadow playing across his face.

A little horrified, Tohru scrambled to her feet and hurried to Yuki’s side. Though she doubted he would ever seriously hurt Kyo, her pulse still jumped, heart lodged in her throat. “He didn’t do anything to me, I promise,” Tohru insisted, a little frantic.

Even her assurances didn’t seemed to do much to quell his anger, though he did spare a sideways glance at her, the anger and hate melting to concern. “Are you sure?” he asked worriedly, brows knitted together.

Tohru nodded emphatically. “Of course! I came over here all on my own, because I wanted to, and we just fell asleep. That’s all,” Tohru explained. She only hoped it would be enough to convince Yuki, because her nerves were a mess, watching the color drain out of Kyo’s face.

Thankfully, that seemed to cool his head some, and he let Kyo go with a huff. Bent over with his hands on his knees, Kyo coughed and tried to get some air back in his lungs, angry red marks already clear on his throat. “What the hell?” he choked out as soon as he had the breath to. “Do you seriously think I’d lay a finger on her if she didn’t want me to?” The question hung in the air, and as soon as the words were out, everyone stilled at the implications of it.

The butterflies were back swarming in Tohru’s stomach again, and a blush dusted across her cheeks. Questions whirled around her mind at a dizzying speed. What if she did want him to, then what would he do? Did she want him to? Did she want him? What was she even thinking?

Though, even through the whirlwind of her own emotions, she caught the singular expression on Yuki’s face. Defeat.

“Ah, is that so?” he said quietly, everything about him still and solemn. “Then I guess you’re welcome to do what you please,” he added. There was something just a little biting buried in the words, behind the calm. His jaw clicked shut and he didn’t say another word.

Then, nearly as quickly as he had came, Yuki was gone, careful to shut the door behind him. It was just her and Kyo and the lingering silence left behind. He straightened up a little, rubbing at the back of his neck.

“I feel like I need to apologize to him,” Tohru finally said, breaking the quiet. She wasn’t even quite sure why, as she didn’t think she’d done anything to upset Yuki, but she still felt bad.

“Don’t,” Kyo replied firmly, affectionately ruffling her hair, “you were fine.” Then, something more serious worked into his expression. “Let me handle the rat,” he said with likely unearned confidence. But it still made Tohru smile, and her heart felt a little lighter.

“I’ll leave it to you,” she replied, the hint of a laugh in her voice.

Kyo just grinned back, eyes crinkling around the corners. “Good.” And the soft sunlight, filtering in through the window, caught all around him, like a halo of light. Tohru really thought that happiness suited him, just then. His was a smile that she wanted to protect, with all her heart.

#fruits basket #tohru honda #kyo x tohru #kyo sohma #fanfic

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