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SFW alphabet. | felix

-> Pairing: Felix x GN!Reader

-> Warnings: None

-> Genre: Fluff, Headcanons

-> A/N: i felt bad for spamming y’all with all kinds of asks and apparently drama or whatever the hell happened earlier so i decided to try my hand at the sfw alphabet, for felix since y’all go batshit feral for him. if all goes well, i may open up requests for them for my 1.2k special. but i def wouldn’t do the entire alfabit for one character this took me so long. also i’m at 1145 tho y’all so don’t request anything please-

warning, long post.

A -> Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they give affection?)

felix really isn’t that affectionate, even after being in a relationship for a long time. he prefers to show his love through acts of service like me but the occasional hug and kiss is never unwanted

if felix does give affection, it’s small and subtle. holding your pinky as you walk through the monastery halls, resting his hand on your thigh underneath the dining table, those kinds of things. even if you’re cuddling at night, it’s the small circles he rubs into your back and the gentle kisses he peppers on your forehead.

B -> Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

you would 100% be the person to start it. felix would quite literally never do it. he wasn’t even sure that what he was feeling was romantic until you confessed to him and his heart leaped ten feet in the air

it starts slowly- you’re felix’s first relationship. he’s afraid to mess things up, so he’s going to test the waters and move at a pace that both you and he are comfortable with

C -> Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

like the affection hc, felix isn’t a big cuddler. it’s rare for him to initiate, and he only will after a long day. at night, while he’s asleep, he may unconsciously wrap an arm around your waist and pull you closer, but often times cuddling just involves an arm around you as the two of you sit in the knights hall

D -> Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How good are they at cooking and cleaning?)

felix never really considered his future before he met you. he wants to settle down with you, trust me, but it’s not really the biggest thing on his mind at the moment. after the war and after the dust has settled and life is back in order, he’ll consider it

felix does his fair share of housework. he believes that in relationships, you do equal amounts and he will always do his part. even if it takes him a while to learn how to cook

E -> Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

unfortunately, felix would be extremely cold to you. chances are, he broke things off because he feels like he’s a danger to you or is afraid of not being able to protect you, so he breaks things off to avoid getting attached

he won’t look at you at all afterwards. he won’t talk to you, be in the same room as you, or anything. he’s all nonchalant on the outside, but is definitely hurting as much as you are on the inside

F -> Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? Would they get married?)

you actually asked him this

felix is good with staying committed to you. he’s very very good at it. he only has eyes for you and it’s easy to keep trust in him because you’re honestly really surprised he agreed to even be in a relationship in the first place. not that you’re complaining ofc

marriage is a yes. he’s going to propose to you, but not now or in the near future. there’s a war to win

G -> Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

felix is afraid of hurting you. physically and emotionally. he knows that he gets angry often and it’s one of his biggest goals to never snap at you the way he does others. it’s hard to do- containing his snarky comments- but he’ll work on it for you

H -> Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

his hugs are pure safety. every embrace is a silent promise that felix will always be there to protect you. the hugs strong and solid and so full of love, especially when he squeezes you a little tighter before having to let go. even he enjoys them because he gets to have you close

because he doesn’t show affection often, felix’s hugs are extra special. they happen whenever you’re reunited after a fight, or if either of you have an injury and give the other a scare. they’re a reassurance to him that you’re still there, alive and loving him

I -> I Love You (How fast do they say the L-word?)

just like the confession, you’ve gotta say it first. felix will internally panic about messing it up or saying it at the wrong time or you not reciprocating, so he won’t say it first.

felix isn’t one for words of affirmation or affection. he’s not going to say it unless it’s in the heat of the moment

J -> Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

felix doesn’t get jealous easily. except around dimitri, but that’s another story. he trusts you to stay loyal and everyone knows that your his anyways, so he doesn’t worry. if they try anything, he’ll kill them

often, it’s just throwing insults at dimitri. he just doesn’t think that a Boar should be talking to such a perfect being such as you, but also because he’s quite aware of dimitri’s attractiveness and sometimes feels a little intimidated in the looks department. but he’ll never tell you that.

K -> Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

passionate. loving. full of emotion. every time felix kisses you, there’s just this flowing warmth in your chest and you can never stop the grin from etching itself on your face. felix isn’t as stingy with kisses as he is hugs and such, giving small pecks to you as greetings and goodbyes, or just little rewards throughout the day for a good day training or something

felix likes to kiss you on your forehead. he does it every time he’s got you wrapped up in an embrace, as if placing a little promise on your head that he will always love you.

he’s a traditional man, though. he wants to be kissed on the lips. he’ll never ever ever get tired of the feeling of your lips against his, sending sparks through his body every time.

L -> Little Ones (How are they around children?)

felix is so incredibly awkward. children love him to death, often flocking around him to hear tales of fights or just to watch him train, their little mouths slackjawed in awe as they aspired to be like him when they grew up

he never knows what to do when one clings themselves to his leg in a hello hug. the angel on his shoulder says to allow it, but the devil on the other side says to punt the kid across the courtyard. luckily he’s got enough self control to not.

M -> Mornings (How are mornings spent with them?)

felix is an early bird, much to your dismay. he wakes up at the crack of dawn to train before breakfast, but he always gives you a kiss goodbye and makes sure that you’re comfy and happy before leaving

on the mornings that you convince him to stay in for a while, which is rare, he doesn’t fall back asleep. instead, he just watches you as you doze off again, holding you close to him. he’s much softer when you’re not awake enough to tease him

N -> Nights (How are nights spent with them?)

felix lays on his back and you curl into his side, laying your head against his bare chest. silently, you trace your fingers against the scars on his torso and he writes sweet nothings on the skin of your arm, lulling you into a blissful sleep.

O -> Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

felix would never fully open himself up really. it’s just you being able to remember things that he did tell you and piecing them together. it’s not that he doesn’t trust you enough to tell you, it’s just that he’s not one to talk about things. you respect that, of course.

P -> Patience (How easily angered are they?)

as we all know, felix is quick to anger. he still is with others, but he’s really working on it when it comes to you. sometimes, he just gets worried about your well-being and his anxiety shows itself through anger, so small arguments often happen when you’re reckless or not taking care of yourself

he’s trying super hard to work on his communication skills so that he never upsets you with his outbursts again. he has his slip ups, but now that he’s able to verbally apologize, things get solved quicker.

Q -> Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

felix remembers everything, even if he doesn’t show it. he may seem extremely uninterested in the necklace you pointed out at the market after you dragged him shopping, but he’s making a mental note to come back later that day and buy it for you

R -> Remember (What’s their favorite moment in your relationship?)

felix’s favorite moment was when you first met his father. as rude as he is to his dad, he genuinely cares about him and his opinions. his father absolutely adored you and immediately told felix that you were the one. he agreed.

S -> Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

it’s felix. hes protective. there’s a line to be crossed between protective and possessive and he just barely tip toes that line. he’d destroy anyone who bothered you if you asked

on the other hand, felix doesn’t like to actually be protected. it makes him feel weak and vulnerable, so he’d prefer it if you weren’t too overbearing with it. he does think it’s hot if you get protective over him when it comes to some girl flirting with him though

T -> Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, etc?)

it depends on what your preferences are. if you’re okay with laid back dates and casual things, then he would be too. if you liked more grandeur, he’d try his hardest to make it perfect. goddess forbid anyone see him doing it, though

U -> Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

closing himself off. felix isn’t used to being vulnerable or open with people. hes been through copious amounts of trauma that he can’t just get over in a day, so there are still bad days where he’s not going to want to talk about his feelings or talk to anyone at all. it’s best to just let him train that day and bring him his meals. he’ll eat them, and will be super grateful that you’re still there for him, even if it’s just for a second to bring food.

V -> Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks? Do your looks bother them?)

felix does not care about this at all. he’s usually an advocate of the “fuck what other people think” mentality, even if he’s not too good at following it himself, and that’s going to carry into your relationship. he loves you for yourself, no matter what

W -> Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

felix would tell himself that he’d be fine with or without an s/o, but he does feel a little empty when you’re not around. the days that you two may have to spend apart due to busy schedules mean that those nights are a little more tender than usual

X -> Xtra (A random headcanon of them.)

felix’s ideal date isn’t training, like people say it would be. yeah, it’s nice to train with you, but if you don’t want that to be a date then it won’t be. he’d much rather just a chill day where the two of you are curled up on a couch or in the bed, talking and eating snacks or reading in silence

Y -> Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, in general or with a partner?)

felix wouldn’t like someone who’s nosy or pushy. he’s got a lot of boundaries and it’s a big deal to him when they’re crossed. he wants to be able to talk and be comfortable on his own time, not someone else’s. please be patient with him.

Z -> Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs? Does it change around a partner?)

felix is a kicker. you don’t know if it’s just his insanely acute battle instincts trying to get someone out of his bed or what, but you once woke up with a huge bruise on your calf from his heel. you didn’t tell him that he kicked you, though, because then he’d feel bad

this doesn’t really change at first, but the longer the two of you sleep together the less severe the kicks become. other than the occasional horse kick that nearly knocks you off the bed.

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cosmiclatte28 · 4 years

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Highway to Heaven (Taeyong x you)

Another short one shot.

You and Taeyong! Bringing back Highway to Heaven coz that song is my all time fave!

Enjoy!

"The number you are calling is not active, please try again." A cheery-apologetic tone greets me again. Yes again.

I sigh realizing there's no more reason to try and redial his number. Of course the same answer will be given. A dozen of apologies, sweet nothings, and another false promises of "make it up to you."

I toss my phone to the couch along with myself, turn the TV on and decided to at least cheer myself up. I glance at my wrist and note the time shown on my watch : 07.00 pm. We were supposed to be together; I don't know probably eating our main course while laughing and reminiscing the journey of our love story which just turns 2 years today. However, since 05.00 pm I've been dressed up nicely, waiting patiently for my busy boyfriend to at least ring me up and tell me to get ready as he is on his way. But no. Nothing happens according to the plan. We agreed this morning through a call that he will leave to pick me at 05.00pm and we will head to the restaurant he reserved.

I tap my heels on the ground, and try to think rationally. Maybe his battery died and the road is crowded. Yeah that must be the reason. I mean.. he won't forgot this right? It's our special night and I can understand we were both busy in the morning, that's also the reason we decided to spend our special night together, I left work earlier today just to be ready.. but here I am still waiting over my missing boyfriend.

I reach my phone and type a short message to another person; hoping that he knows the latest news update about my date.

Soon after he reads my text message, he calls me.

"Hey, sorry if I disturb your night.. but.. are you still practicing?" I ask a bit worried.

The man over the line sounds out of breath as he answers my question. "No you're not disturbing. Yeah our practice got hold up. And I'm not sure if we are ending soon. Why?"

"ah.." I noted to myself. Then he must be busy, that's why he doesn't pick up my calls nor answer my texts.

"Is something wrong? Do you need any help?"

"Oh it's nothing. Okay thank you for the news, Jae. Have you guys eaten dinner?" I worry about their health. It is almost past dinner time, and I'm also starving.

"We just ate gimbab. Do you want to speak to Taeyong? I guess you called me because he did not pick up his calls.. am I right?" Jaehyun playfully questions me.

Well before knowing Taeyong, Jaehyun is my best friend and since his debut with NCT, I am introduced by him as his best-est friend. Saying that his motivator is me, and he can debut because I supported him. From that moment I look around and introduce myself, there are sparks flying when I saw Taeyong's sincere smile. And because of that, I decided to find a job which allows me to have more time with them (especially their leader). That resulted in me being their stylist. I work with 2 other stylist, but I am the head of the group.

Back to the call.

"I can understand. Tae is busy right? Just please tell him not to overwork himself. And please tell him to update me if he'll be coming tonight. That's all. I'll probably come with some foods in 40 minutes." I speak as I gather my things up and reach for my coat.

It's starting to get cold, and despite the disappointment, rage, and sadness in my heart, Iput it aside first to support Tae and the boys. I mean it's not his fault. Their comeback is near and I knew since day 1 that His idol career comes first. I begged him to do that, for the sake of both of our well being.

"Great! My break is over. I need to end the call. Be safe darl!" Jaehyun sends a kiss over the call and I smiled.

I grab my keys and lock my apartment door. Driving to the nearest Chinese take-out restaurants, I ordered ten portions of jajangmyeon and three tangsuyuk. Then my car accelerates to their prison. Oops I mean their studio.

I come on time. While taking the lift, I happen to walk-over their dance teacher and he told me NCT is done for tonight. I bow to him and rush to get to their door. It's almost 08.00 pm and I'm also starving.

The door opens and everyone's eyes looked up to the plastic bag in my hands.

"OUR ANGEL IS HERE! GOSH! We almost starve to death! The devil here is starving us!" Haechan screams and runs to help me carry the heavy bags. Though I'm pretty sure he did it not out of gentleness but because he is starving.

Taeyong seems surprised to see me walking into the studio with dinner and a nice outfit. Yeah I have no time to change, actually it's just a plain black dress hugging me nicely, and Taeyong is always hungry for me in a simple fitting attire. I wear the coat he gave me, a long outer coat which he nicely decorated for me. Seeing me in that special outfit, he seems to remember something. It's irregular for me to show up this proper, usually I grab a comfortable sweatshirt and sweatpants, because sometimes I want to dance along and skirts are just forbidding me to break dance. I see him face-palms himself and messes his hair. A sign whenever he's contemplating with himself.

I broke our eye contact and a part of my heart feels bad for him, he must be working so hard yet he is still trying to make time for me.. that makes me feel bad for urging him to bring me for a date tonight. Another part feels more relieved that Tae does not entirely forget his promise... but still the tiniest bit of my heart aches as I realize another special day is coming to an end with failed plans.

"Tae, how are you sweetie?" I walk to him and stand on my toes to cup his face.

He leans closer to me and after giving me a peck on my lips, he whispers "I'm sorry.. I'll make it up to you.. I swear you look beautiful."

"Shh. Keep it for tonight. Let's eat first I'm starving." I grin and pull him to join the others. He forces a smile at first, but upon eating together with me and the others his smile changes.

Thanks to Haechan and Doyoung bickering over pouring the sauce or dipping the tangsuyuk, we all had a happy dinner.

I finish my plate and reach to help Taeyong since he looks super tired.

"Aaaaa" I raise the chopstick to his mouth and grab the whole group's attention.

Taeyong plays along and happily lets me feed him. The other members are comfortable enough with the two of us dating and being cheesy, they even help us do anything we did not think at first.

"Ah I'm jealous. I also want someone to feed me." Winwin pouts while stirring his bowl.

"Let me," Yuta excitedly grabs Winwin's bowl and the whole group laughs.

Dinner ended nicely, we put the trashes into the plastic bag and throw it away.

"So.. are we staying or go back?" Mark questions the team after a good one hour break.

"I think we can call it a night." Jaehyun rushes and looks over to Taeil and Johnny: sending a signal.

"Right! We've done well, and I think a good rest is also important for our health." Taeil, as the oldest, states.

I lookat Jaehyun with questionable face but he just throws me his dimple smile. I knew it.. he must've caught on what's happening between me and Tae.

Yes, Jaehyun is a quick man. He saw my attire, he saw how Taeyong acts like he feels bad about something and when he asks Johnny and Taeil does it make sense if their leader is forgetting a special day.. or unable to fulfil a special day promise... the two agree and so they plan to let Taeyong has his night.

"Okay, let's divide the cars. Yuta, Winwin, mark and Haechan you go together. Then we'll take the other car." Johnny stands up and gathers his belongings.

The others cheer and scatter across the studio, cleaning up their mess and picking up their coats. The younger ones leave first and Taeyong with his puzzled face asks the remaining 4

"What is that? I haven't spoken a word and they're gone?" Taeyong picks up his phone and pockets it.

"It's okay Tae, we know.. Anyways.. Happy anniversary for the two of you!" Doyoung pats Taeyong's shoulder, smiles to me and walks to exit the door.

"We will bring the other members home, so you can have your time." Johnny winks and exits.

Before Taeyong could open his mouth, Jaehyun shuts him up "Be gentle okay! My best friend here is fragile!" Jaehyun laughs and leave too.

"All the best for you two! No worries Tae, the dorm is under my control. Enjoy the night!" Taeil waves and closes the door.

Taeyong's face flushed red and he hides his face behind his hands. I laugh at his cuteness and hug his left hand.

"So.. they are giving you for me tonight! It's nice of them. Shall we go?" I sound happy and excited. Like I forgot what he made me do... waiting for him for a good 2 hours.

"Gosh.. yeah they're unpredictable. Anyways.. as I said.. I'll make it up to you. Now.. where to?" he grabs his coat and then turns off the lights.

He takes over my car and drives to my apartment. The whole ride is full with rambles of apologies and cries of frustration from Taeyong.

"My phone died.. I didn't get any of your calls.. and the dance teacher did not let us have breaks.. I'm super sorry you have to reach Jaehyun to ask for my update.. gosh it looks like Jaehyun is a better man than me."

I quickly deny him, "hey! What are you talking about. You are my man.. I'm dating you not him.. and I can understand your reason for not picking me up. Don't blame yourself Tae. Look, I've forgiven you.. and let's promise each other to not discuss about this at all. Tonight we'll spend it well and forget everything else behind. Just for-" I glance at my watch "- for 3 hours, we'll spend them nicely okay."

Taeyong lets a tear fall and I tease him for being a softie, which successfully brings a smile on his face.

That night, he compliments me for wearing his favorite dress, but then things are more interesting after we finish half bottle of our wine and truths are spilled here and there. As the night deepens, so did our kiss. He ends up undressing me from his so-called favorite dress and goes way wilder than what Jaehyun advised.

The intense rock on my bed leaves the two of us gaping and smiling as we reach for one another's warmth. The heater does not need to work tonight, and after-glows with Taeyong are always wonderful.

I run my fingers over his hair which wetly sticks to his godly face. Tracing my digits over his sharp jawline and bringing his hair back. I clean the strands of hair covering his face and lean in closer to my favorite part of his face.

It was not his dreamy eyes, cute nose, or sexy lips.. Taeyong closes his eyes as I inch closer to put a kiss on his scar. The scar he had when he was a child, the scar he used to hide , but I made him love that and be proud of it.

Yes, I always kiss his scar softly and mumbles out how his beauty never decreased. How his scars are beautiful too and that really helps Taeyong boosts his confidence..

He embraces me deeper, planting marks over my necks claiming me as his, trailing down my collar bone and leaving butterfly kisses down my left arm. He reaches to hold my left arm and plants a not too short not too long kiss over my pulse on my left hand. It was not pretty. There are traces and marks of dirty lines, deep cuts were once there. Cutting had once been my drug and Jaehyun helped me get through it a lot. If I can treasure Taeyong's flaw.. so can he.

He rubs the fading scars gently and as we lock eyes one more time, our bodies involuntarily move again and the night is long.

We climbed up and down our ecstasy, letting all of our feelings go out. Sweet was there, anger raged there, tears were flowing out of our eyes, we let out all of our emotions out and cleans the mess up with a sweet round. We always bring our emotions to bed and to finish them, a round full of praises and love will drives the two of us to dream land and be the reason our chain link strengthen.

It isnever easy watching Taeyong beside pretty and perfect "Barbie dolls". He too did not find it easy whenever someone flirts with me when I did their hair and clothes. Working for a model company and as a model itself, sometimes make Taeyong's blood boils.

The bed becomes our war zone and paradise. Thanks to this activity we always did whenever we felt we've kept too much.. we can go stronger each day.

"I love you Tae, don't be sorry alone. I am also sorry for not considering your tight schedule." I reach out for his hand after we descended our high together.

"You're a true understanding angel. It's not wrong the guys call you angel. And I am your Mr. Demon, but I'm really sorry you always end up like this."Taeyong smirks.

"Yeah. Anyways, we can't live without one another. And I always enjoys ending up at the bed like this with you. This is a real pain and pleasure experience. I got to say other couples have to try this." I trace abstract lines over his chest.

He giggles a bit from the feeling and returns my action by drawing circles on my sweaty back "What? Try to get half drunk and rock their bed while releasing each other's stress? And then wrapping up with a sweet round? I guess we might as well make a video out of it and be the nice example." Taeyong chuckles and pulls me closer to him. His legs intertwine mine and I punch him for his ideas.

"You want other people seeing my body? Gosh! You don't even let me take the offers for an underwear photo shoot." I rise my eyebrow judging.

He bites his lips and drags his hand lower to my back.

"That's because many men will use you to get off. And I don't like that. Gosh... don't you know how hard was it for me to control myself when you show up in that black dress earlier only with my outer coat. Don't you see the fire In their eyes." Taeyong pouts upon mentioning this.

"And earlier you said you want to make a cam about our activity. I'm confused.. so do you actually want to share me or not." I laugh and Taeyong quickly shuts me with a kiss.

"Never. I was kidding. You're mine and only mine to see touch and feel. You're my precious." He clings into me like a koala to a tree.

I rub his hair and bury my face over his crook of shoulder. Inhaling his scent, I found my peace back. All of my anger and disappointment is gone as we did one round full of rage earlier.. and now I found my peace back as my eyelids grew heavier.

"Sleep tight my cherry-bomb. Happy 2 years anniversary." Taeyong fixes the blanket over us and we both sleep well.

The sun shyly peeks from my window shades and after much tossing and turning, we cannot find a position where the sun ray did not burn our eyes. We failed. So we wake up... have our nice bath together.. Another quick round and finally sit for breakfast. It's Sunday and Taeyong has his free day. We ignore our phone since last night and just enjoy catching up with one another over a warm glass of coffee and smooth pancakes. Taeyong sits on his stool and his hand reaches for a new magazine lying in the table. Gosh I forgot to keep my latest magazine. I pray Taeyong did not notice anything.. or did not even open the pages. But he did. I mean there's no reason he did not check a fashion book. He's always following trends and modes.

True enough I hear him turning the pages and stops on one image. I waitor his reaction and voila!

"What is this photo shoot for?" He always asks the same question: whenever he saw a picture of me and a male model.

"Umm.. the dress of course." I answer him, still not facing him

"This?" he points at the photo.. I turn around and see my latest photo shoot. Woah it's nice though.

"A wedding photo shoot Tae.. you never forbid me in taking one right?" I flip the last pancake and transfer it to the plate with arranged fruits.

"Yeah yeah... I want to do that too!" he pouts as he flip the next pages and found more.

"You did this many!" he shakes his head

"Well, you can ask your manager..and maybe get one for yourself."

"No! I mean the real one... not with a model.. not for a magazine. Us.. our wedding picture." He smirks and I freeze in my place with face as red as a brick.

He closes the book, pushes it aside and grabs his fork to start digging in.

"I'm looking up for more breakfast like this with you. Remember that, my goal is a wedding picture with you. Now, good morning my cherry-bomb. Thanks for last night." He speaks as he puts in a mouthful of the pancake and berries.

"Stop making me blush. It's still too early." I lose my cool.

"It's ten.. quite not early. But I'm in for more Sundays like this." Taeyong winks and I have to look elsewhere to make my heart beat slower.

The morning continues with more cheesy lines and soft side of Taeyong shown. I got to admit this is why I fall in love with him every day. There seems to be more and more things that I found out about him and his charms.

"To the man I love now and forever, Lee Taeyong, cheers" I bring my coffee cup to bump his.

"To the woman I love now til forever meets a long time! Wait for me to make us a home." He bumps the mug and we drink our bitter sweet coffee.

It's afternoon and I am working on the modification of NCT's comeback clothes when my phone buzzed. Taeyong is busy across me gluing patches to the jackets.

I reach for my phone and see a pop up message from Jaehyun

"Did he go bomb or cherry? ;;) "

I bite my lips as I quickly reply

"He went highway to Heaven."

"Aw man I lose."

"What? What did you bet now.."

"Johnny said it will be Bomb.. I said Cherry.. and Doyoung won. Gosh how unlucky are we."

"Well congrats to my rabbit prince. What are you losing Jae?"

"House chores for the whole week. Okay enjoy your time."

"who's that?" Taeyong has been waiting for me to drop my phone. He looks curious and a bit annoyed. We agreed to not use the phone at all until Monday..

"Sorry.. it's Jaehyun"

"and.. what did he say?" Taeyong sounds cool. He knew Jaehyun and me are only friends. And he trusts Jaehyun with all his heart: he even wished he was his brother.

"He asked if yesterday was Cherry or Bomb.." I reply while fixing my eyes on the jacket in front of me. It's Winwin's costume and I need to decorate his.

"uh-huh.. and.." Taeyong bites his lips. He's also curious what I think about last night.

"Highway to Heaven Tae," I wink at him and he hypes up. He acts like he win a Nobel prize and suddenly returns to his cool image.

"that's hot. Accurate. Now we should stop flirting if we want to finish the jackets and have another round. Tell me how you would like it." He bites his lips and shoots me his hand.

"Stop it Tae! I can't concentrate." I close my eyes and take several deep breathes.

"Arraseo.. just tell me okay." He winks and then focuses on his work.. while secretly giggling at how I am super red right now.

"Ah yeah, I love you darling!" he blows me a kiss and acts back to his thinking mode.

He is modifying his own jacket and I'm pretty sure he wants it to be perfect. So I let him stay silent while I finish the rest too.

'We'll take the Highway to Heaven!"

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sheadre · 3 years

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I’m in Love with an Angel (Lucifer Morningstar x Reader) One-shot

Summary: You’ve been roaming the world since the ancient times in the Eastern world. Your kind was hunted so in order to survive you hid yourself amongst humans. When you were in danger, Lucifer saved you, that’s how he knows what you are. However, he never showed you his devil-face before, this time though is different.

Word count: 3074

Warnings: angst, fluff, alcohol, song-fic

Los Angeles became your new home after moving again. You never thought that you would want to stay in one place for more than a few years. You were afraid of growing attached to others, maybe even fall in love again. After all, you were a fox spirit, a kitsune or as your old home called your kind: huli jing. For thousands of years you roamed the world, aware of never growing old compared to the humans. You were quite jealous of them to be honest. They got to find their partner, have kids and watch them grow up, they got to grow old with their partner and have friends.

I'm in love with an angel, heaven forbid Made me a believer with the touch of her skin

I'd go to hell and back with you Stay lost in what we found Worlds apart we were the same Until we hit the ground

Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm weak Maybe I'm blinded by what I see You wanted a soldier but it wasn't me 'Cause I could never set you free

So fly on your own It's time I let you go, go Go!

You tried to hide how lonely you were but those who were around you and started to like you could see it easily. Ella for example. She was kind and bubbly and gosh, always tried to set you up with someone. However, you were suspicious that today was a different case.

“So the victim was killed before their head was cut off which means, it was-“

“Not just a message to Mr. Del Pozo but it wasn’t torture like there was a reason which both Del Pozo and the killer knew” Chloe finished the sentence. You still had no idea why you had to be there because you were on Vice, not on Homicide. But you were ninety percent sure that it had to do something with Ella and her fantastic ideas.

“Alright, who could’ve wanted to send this message and why?” Dan asked curious.

“Maybe because it was one of Del Pozo’s man? A neighbor said that he saw them talk in front of Del Pozo’s house a few times” you asked turning Chloe’s attention to you. Her eyes were looking at you sharply like she wanted to pierce you through with something pointy. You kind of felt the same way right now to be honest. A few days ago you found Lucifer looking and smelling like hell, all shit-faced with a bottle of Jack Daniel’s in his hand. You had no idea why he looked so broken but it quickly turned out that his partner was the reason just like many times before.

Flashback ~

You were totally pissed because you had to give your almost finished case to Chloe as the guy was killed before you got to him. You seethed in anger and tried not to hit the panel of the elevator as it rode up to Lucifer’s penthouse. He was the first person who made you show your true form to him and you believed him to the Devil even though he never showed you his Devil-face.

“Lucifer, do you have something strong that will knock me out like- What the actual fuck?! Lucifer, are you alright?!” you hurried over to him as the Devil was sprayed out on the floor like a starfish wearing pajamas (cashmere pajamas). Only one of his feet were in his slippers, the other slipper was on the counter as he stared up at the ceiling. You knelt down next to him and leaned over him to look him in the eyes. “Lucifer?”

“She hates everything that I am…” he mumbled as he turned on his side toward you and curled into a fetal position. You hesitantly lifted a hand and combed the stray strands out of his handsome face.

“Did she see you? Did you show her?” you asked quietly as you petted his soft brown curls. His hair was so soft gosh… your heart jumped in your chest and you had to stop yourself from pulling away abruptly. “Lucifer, what happened?”

“She saw me and then she ran away and now… now she’s terrified of me! Even tried to… to send me back to Hell…” Lucifer groaned.

“Lucifer, she’s human, of course, your other side would terrify her. Even I freaked out Linda when I showed my true form to her! Compared to you I only have fluffy tails and ears, that’s not that scary!” you gestured around in the air. You hoped that maybe you could make the atmosphere lighter somehow. However, Lucifer just groaned making you look at him in sympathy and pity. He was clearly so in love with Chloe and vica versa, because you’ve never seen Chloe be so happy before those few days they had something going on. “But if someone truly loves the other, then they will come back. She just needs some time to process everything.”

��You haven’t seen my face, (Name), you have no idea what she’s terrified of” the Devil replied as he sat up on the marble floor.

I'm in love with an angel who's afraid of the light Her halo is broken but there's fight in her eyes

Walls are built to keep us safe Until they're crashing down Worlds apart we were the same Until you hit the ground

Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm weak Maybe I'm blinded by what I see You wanted a soldier but it wasn't me 'Cause I could never set you free

So fly on your own It's time I let you go, go

Go!

“Then show me, Lucifer and I will know” you smiled at him gently with a nod as you cupped his face in your hands. He needed a friend and you promised that you will be there for him if he needs you. Especially after he stopped hunters to kill you. Under your hands you could feel his skin harden and you watched as his face turned red and edgy, cheek bones and eyebrows protruding, red eyes blazing into your skull. It was scary as all hell but he was the same Lucifer you loved, the same devil who saved you, protected you and have been your friend for years now.

You could tell his surprise at the missing fear in your eyes, your hands remaining on his cheeks. You never pulled away, never backed out, never rejected him.

“You know… you would be the kids’ favorite during Halloween” you chuckled as you took every nook and cranny, every little detail.

“You don’t… think I-“

“I see the man who saved me, I see the same man who has been my friend and who never let me down, who always came to rescue me” you shook your head. “You’re important to me no matter how you look like Lucifer, understand?”

The Devil just nodded with a small, happy smile playing on his lips at your words as his more human-ly face came back. The whole night, you spent on his side, helping him into bed and putting away any alcoholic beverages. As you watched him sleep soundly after you managed to get him out of the shower which was both embarrassing and slippery, you smiled sadly at him. You were aware of their bond, that Chloe was his supposed soulmate, that they were meant for each other. Though you wished that it would be you, that it would be you who had a soulmate. You gently kissed his temple and wished him a good night before you left to go home and get in bed too.

End of flashback ~

“Ella, why is Strong here in the first place?” Chloe turned to Ella who looked back and forth between you two. You turned to her too with a curious expression.

“Argh! This argument and bitchy atmosphere is rotting the air in the precinct around you guys! I wanted you two to make up! You were getting along so well!” she whined before looking at Dan for help but he was out the door by then. You face-palmed exasperatedly, tired of everyone trying to make you and Chloe friends again.

“Ella, it is nice that you tried but we don’t have to interfere with each other” you motioned between you and Chloe. “We work in completely different departments. Plus we’re adults, no need to gather us around like kindergarteners.”

“This time I have to agree with Strong” Chloe nodded before she stood up and left the room. You dropped your pen on your notebook and sighed heavily. Ever since she noticed that Lucifer’s attention shifted to you too, she made your work harder and acted bitchy sometimes. Not always though.

“Okay, you have to tell me what’s going on” Ella pulled a chair out and sat down.

“Nothing’s going on” you groaned. “Chloe just realized that this time, pushing Lucifer away will make him turn his attention to someone else. Which I’m not as happy as everyone – Chloe included – thinks so. He’s been super awkward around me. I want my friend back, Ella.”

“Oh, Lucifer is like that. He’s gonna try to woo you until Chloe gets too pissed off and-“

“Yeah, I get that… I’m a replacement” you grabbed your things quickly standing up as fast as you could. “But it’s getting on my nerves lately so tell Lucifer if you see him that I’m gonna scare all of the girls away from LUX if he won’t stop with all the gifts.”

You marched out of the conference room and went back to your desk. Work filled your every minute these days as the new captain kept giving newer and newer cases. You barely got a drug baron behind bars, a new one took its place. You sighed heavily as you worked away on your computer and tried to avoid thinking about how much your chest was hurting when you admitted that you were just a replacement to Lucifer.

Walls are built to keep us safe Until they're crashing down Worlds apart we were the same Until you hit the ground

Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm weak Maybe I'm blinded by what I see You wanted a soldier but it wasn't me 'Cause I could never set you free

So fly on your own It's time I let you go

So fly on your own It's time I let you go, go

Go!

Suddenly Maze appeared with a man and gave the man over to one of the officers. She looked around and spotted you, her lips pulling up in a smile making you dread the next half-an-hour. You groaned when she messed up your organized stack of papers by putting them on the new cases.

“Maze, you can bother me, you know that but could you please not mess up my work?” you whined as you started sorting the papers again.

“Lucifer can’t shut up about you, Strong” the demon pointed at you with a mischievous smirk on her face. “Have you shown him something nice?”

Even though her gaze fluttered your ego and helped your self-esteem, you still had to say no to that. She kept suggesting that you and Lucifer should sleep together even when it was obvious as an elephant in the middle of a playground that Lucifer and Chloe had something going on. You crossed your arms in front of your chest as you leaned back with furrowed eyebrows.

“Everyone else assumes that I’m sleeping with said Devil but nope.” you replied. “What are you here for anyway?”

“Just brought in a wanted criminal and right now I have nothing to do so… don’t you want to I don’t know… hang out?” Maze asked wiggling her eyebrows making you chuckle.

“Only if we won’t end up in a questionable place with a questionable person” you sighed with a small smile on your lips but you were already standing up from your desk. Now that Chloe took another case from you as criminals and shady people ended up dead more times than you could bring them in alive, you had nothing to do right now. Not in the precinct anyway.

The last few days you avoided Lucifer at all cost. To be honest, you weren’t sure if his attention turning to you and wooing you was a good thing. You knew that it was just a temporary situation while he found his way back to Chloe. You knew that once he was accepted again by Decker, he would forget about you in less than a second and so you wanted to keep yourself from falling for Lucifer. For thousands of years you avoided falling in love not because you didn’t want to but you had no choice. Humans had a certain life-span while you would never age as you were a spirit, a mythologic creature, some even said a demon but the real demon was sitting next to you on the passenger seat.

Maze told you to go to LUX because she wanted to grab her knife so you were parking in front of LUX. You sighed as you waited for Maze to come back when she texted you. You furrowed your eyebrows but jumped out of the car and ran inside after reading the message: LUCIFER NEEDS HELP! NOW!

You kept pushing on the elevator button and waited in the elevator impatiently. Your muscles tensed when the doors opened and you jumped out just to see Lucifer sitting by the piano, candles lit all around the living room.

“Hello, (Name)” he perked up when he spotted you.

“I should’ve expected all this” you sighed heavily as you held your forehead. You wanted to run out the way you came, your body tensing as you watched Lucifer approach you. He was ravishing in that suit, his brown eyes looked deep into your (e/c). Your heart wanted to break in two, knowing that all this was for Chloe. Maybe not today but soon. Because you’re just a replacement, a momentary comfort. “L-Lucifer…” you whispered and he must’ve seen your pained expression when he stopped dead in his tracks.

“Everything alright? Are you hurt? What is wrong, darling?” he leaned down concern lacing his deep voice as his large hands grabbed your shoulders.

“Why?” you averted your gaze. “Why are you trying so hard? When this is not real… when this all is meant for Chloe?” You felt your face heat up as you tried to stop your heart from thumping so loudly in your chest. Other women in your place would be jumping in Lucifer’s neck trying to bind him to themselves but you were different. You roamed the world for many years besides… you definitely was not someone who was worthy of his attention or affection.

“How the bloody hell would it not be real?! What more do I have to do to make you see that I want you?!” he pulled away angrily. Your eyes widened in surprise, your head snapping up to watch him take a few steps back and turn around. Your heart was thumping even faster and harder against your ribcage but in pure hope. It was like someone lit a candle in your chest and now it was burning like a furnace. “I’ve been trying to tell you- tell you that I- that I- ARGH!”

“Lucifer…”

“You reject me just like the detective because of what I am, right? You can’t bear to look at me, to stay in my presence, can you?!” he exclaimed, his voice was broken as he looked back at you with tears gathered in his eyes. You vigorously shook your head as tears rolled down your face and you approached him with trembling hands.

“I can’t accept all this because… because I’m so afraid that one day you will go back to Chloe just like every time before” you cupped his face in your trembling hands trying to blink the tears away. “I’m afraid to accept this because I’m afraid that you will leave me for her… because she’s your soulmate while I’m… I’m just a wandering spirit.”

“(Name)” Lucifer breathed as he pulled you to his chest. You stood there frozen in his embrace with your face pressed against his suit jacket. “I let her go… I realized that she just can’t accept me for who I am. She betrayed me by considering to send me back to Hell. You, (Name), you were the only one who was always by my side, been the shoulder for me to lean on, given me an embrace when I needed one. Her heart was always closed for me and I had to pry it open but you… you let me in without a second thought, without a doubt.”

“That’s who I am, Lucifer… no one should ask for permission to be someone’s friend” you replied snaking your arms around his waist.

“I know…” you could hear the smile in his voice.

“By the way… what makes you sure that you can just ‘let her go’? After all, she exists… for you” you whispered but didn’t dare pull away from him.

“I’m not vulnerable around her anymore” he replied as he pulled away from you a little to look into your eyes. Amenadiel’s theory was that angels were allowed to choose their paths, make their own choices and if they lost their powers or wings it was all of their own doing. He told you that Lucifer being vulnerable around Chloe was Lucifer’s own choice. If he wasn’t vulnerable around her anymore… then it meant that he really… didn’t…

“Oh” you mumbled a little bit shocked. Though you had no time to say anything else as his lips met yours. Your breath hitched in your throat at the kiss. You haven’t felt like this ever since… Your heart thumped in your chest as you kissed him back, your hand sliding up to the back of his neck while the other curled into his shirt.

You felt so warm in his arms but it felt natural like you belonged there yet it was a foreign sensation. You’ve never felt so loved, so warm, so accepted before not even in his arms five hundred years ago. Not even in the first and you thought last love in your life could hold you like this. It felt so good because Lucifer really, utterly wanted you. Only you.

End ~

#romance #fluff #lucifer morningstar #reader #lucifer series #angst

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penumbral-phantasm · 5 years

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What I Am - Kingdom Hearts Fic

Finally cracked down on some KH fic. This one is post kh3 with a slight au, so beware! Basically this is me trying to bring Vanitas into the Sora click once everything has settled down u_u

Rating: Gen

Warnings: None

Characters: Sora, Ventus, Vanitas, Roxas ft. Riku, Kairi, Namine, Terra & Aqua

Summary: Post KH3 with a slight AU where everyone is fine at the end. Sora can't stop thinking about his interactions with Vanitas who is now alive and somewhere out there. Lots of bonding between the look-alikes, somewhat redemption for Vanitas. Probably not as angsty as you think it is.

“Ven! Roxas! Come over here!” Sora beckoned from near the paopu tree. His island had never looked so small. Kairi, Riku and him were now grown up, plus they had so many more friends than what they started with two years ago, and all of them were gathered below to bask in the same warm sun. He was starting to see how Riku could call this place tiny.

The two of them perked up from the lower part of the island, running over to see what was up. Kairi passed them as they came, most likely to go and finally make some real conversation with Namine and Xion. Sora still didn’t entirely understand the Xion situation, but looking at her gave him a warm sense of nostalgia and she made Roxas and Axel /so happy/ that he instantly knew he could trust her.

“What’s up, Sora?” Ven asked as they arrived, huffing.

“I wanted to take a selfie with you guys! How cool is it gonna look framed between you two?” He pulled out his phone, already holding it up.

Roxas rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. Sora could tell he really liked selfies and had been eyeing everyone’s phones closely. He was probably going to nab someone’s soon.

“Get in close!” Sora said, angling the camera just right. “Cheese!” The camera clicked off and he eagerly looked at the result.

Ven and Sora were beaming, as per usual, while Roxas had a careful smile there. “You should smile more, Rox,” he said.

“Hey, if you want better smiles just look at Ven.”

Ven chuckled. “Aqua and Terra always did say I have a great smile!”

It was still a little weird to hear the two of them and see the two of them and even more shocking how easily they had melded into friendship, but Sora wasn’t complaining. It was kind of funny and adorable. Roxas, now that he was free to be his own person, could probably take a few lessons on happiness from Ven. There was nothing to worry about anymore!

He looked down at the picture. Well, mostly nothing to worry about. Seeing Roxas and Ven so close together reminded him of his own look-alike. Vanitas was somewhere out there. He hadn’t returned to Ven’s heart but he hadn’t died at the keyblade graveyard either.

It was terrifying to see himself all skewed in anger and darkness. Sora knew how to be angry, and he often was when people were trying to hurt his friends, but Vanitas just seemed to be angry because that’s all he was. Anger, hatred, darkness. Something about it still felt wrong, but the finality of Ven’s ‘okay’ stuck in his mind. He didn’t really know the full story of Ventus, Vanitas, Terra and Aqua. He didn’t know how terrible it might have been over a decade ago. After all, Vanitas was the reason Ven had to take refuge in his heart at all.

Maybe that wasn’t a guy he should think about or worry about. Maybe he was just sensitive about this because they looked so similar. Maybe it was time to put all of that behind them and move forward.

But Riku had struggled with darkness, had been engulfed in it, and he came out balanced and strong and inspiring. What if something was salvageable in Vanitas? He glanced at Ven who was laughing at another one of Roxas’ dry jokes. Ven didn’t seem to think so. Maybe if he knew someone like Riku, he would think differently!

Oh. But there was Terra. Ven /did/ know someone like Riku and had watched his friend struggle with darkness. And Aqua. She was in terrible shape in the Realm of Darkness. Ven probably came from way more experience than Sora could imagine when it came to darkness. Really, he should give it up, forget and ignore Vanitas until he eventually became a threat again.

“Sora? Are you okay?” Ven’s voice broke through his thoughts. “You’re staring at that selfie really hard. Is it not good enough?”

“Did you catch yourself from a bad angle?” Roxas asked.

“No, no! It’s perfect. Sorry, I was just thinking about a lot of things. It’s been crazy, you know?”

Ven nodded. “Life’s definitely taken a dive I did not expect. But it’s over now, we’re free. Don’t get bogged down with all that thinking!”

Roxas crossed his arms. “To be fair, he just came back from nearly dying to save Kairi’s life. Maybe some thinking is in order.”

Sora restrained a sigh. Why did he feel like he had an angel and a devil on each shoulder? He shut off his phone and put it away. “I’ll try not to think /too/ much,” he said.

“Good!” Ven smiled. “And if you ever need to talk we’re right here. I did spend nearly twelve years in your heart, after all!”

Once more, Sora tried not to groan at being reminded of that. He had done a lot of stupid things as a kid when he thought no one was looking. For all he knew, Ven had always been looking.

Roxas wrinkled his nose. “Glad you left it. It was starting to get stuffy in there.”

Ven shoved him playfully, which led to the two of them racing back across the bridge and down to the beach, shouting at and laughing with each other.

Sora hung back for a moment, watching everyone be so happy and filled with light. In his heart he always knew that this had to be the outcome. He wouldn’t accept sadness and death. It wasn’t an option. But things had been scary for a while back there, especially when he lost Kairi, and this image of joy had seemed more and more like a dream.

It was real. It was really, really real.

“Sora!” Riku called with a wave of his hand. It looked like him and Terra were setting up that beachside barbecue they had been talking about. Sora had never had one without the help of his parents or on this little island, but he was glad his first would be with so many friends, old and new.

The sun set quickly around them, the night air mingling with the scent of salt and dying embers. Everyone had settled down to sit on the beach and stare up at the stars. Quiet bits of conversation passed between them all in a comforting hum, some more talkative than others.

Somewhere behind him Ven said, “It’s been so long since I’ve seen these stars.” He almost sounded uncomfortable.

“They’re so pretty,” Namine breathed.

“They really are,” Xion said. “They almost beat sunsets.”

Sora didn’t realize he had taken the stars for granted. So many of these people had been trapped, stuck, waiting, and he had just been carrying on with life like nothing was wrong. He had forgotten meeting Aqua, forgotten taking Ven’s heart in his own, acted like it was okay at first when Roxas had returned to him. He should have acted sooner.

What if there were other people who needed saving out there and he didn’t even know it? All those stars, all those worlds, and he was just sitting here. Yeah, he needed the break, he really did, but how soon would he have to set off to help another heart in need? How long would he keep people waiting?

...What if Vanitas was one of those people? He still couldn’t chase him from his mind. Sora wanted to help people all the time. Something about that goodbye hadn’t sit right with him and that familiar tug to become someone’s savior once more stayed heavy in his heart.

There was a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see Kairi’s concerned face illuminated by starlight. “You look a little upset,” she said. “Is everything okay? Are you okay?”

He could tell there was extra concern over the last journey they had made together. To be honest, he was still concerned about her too, even though she was fine and sitting right next to him.

He put on a signature smile. “Yeah, don’t worry about it. I just need a minute.”

“You sure?”

“Positive!” He got up, dusting sand off his pants. He made sure to give Riku a comforting smile as he walked away from the group, just to ease the soft look of concern that was already dawning on his face.

He took refuge back up at the paopu tree, leaning against its sturdy trunk. He was surprised by how quickly he heard footsteps after him. They weren’t the familiar trot of Kairi or Riku, so they could be just about anybody from the group.

He could tell it was Roxas when he got close enough without looking at him, though. He took a spot right next to Sora, leaning against the tree like they were comfortable, life long friends.

“Hey Rox,” he said. “I, uh, kind of wanted to be alone for a bit.”

“Yeah, Riku said that.”

“So…”

“Well, it was Riku, so of course I had to do opposite to what he said just to piss him off. Don’t worry, you don’t have to say anything to me. I’ll go back in a bit.”

Sora chuckled softly. “Alright then.”

Roxas’ presence didn’t feel like an intrusion. It was almost a comfort, but it was scary to admit that if Sora let his mind drift enough then he could easily forget Roxas was standing there at all, like his shadow.

“Did you ever hate me?” Sora asked in a quiet voice.

Roxas crossed his arms like he was blocking something out. “Hate you? You… confused me. Annoyed me. Once I knew who you were to me I was constantly jealous. Bitter. Upset. But I don’t think I ever hated you. And now? I owe you too much. Trust me, there are a lot of other people that are easier to hate than you.”

He glanced toward everyone on the beach. Sora didn’t have to follow his line of sight to know he was looking at Isa.

“Is that what’s been eating you?” Roxas asked.

“I dunno. I’ve been thinking about doubles lately.”

“Doubles?”

“Don’t tell Ven, okay? But I’ve been thinking about Vanitas. Do you know who he is?”

Roxas tilted his head back and forth. “Axel explained some things. He’s Ven’s darkness, right?”

“Yeah, and he looks just like me.”

“He does? Well, I shouldn’t be surprised at this point. Basically every girl on that beach except Aqua and Olette have Kairi’s face.”

At least all of Kairi’s look-alikes were nice. Xion never looked like she wanted to rip a man in two.

“So you’re bothered you share a face?” Roxas pressed on.

“It’s more than that. I know he’s darkness, that it’s just what he is, but something feels wrong about it. Even Ven seemed kind of mad about it all. About being split perfectly. And Ven’s the light half! Vanitas just… told us that it was what it was, basically. That he was darkness. It made me think of the Nobodies and the Organization when Xemnas ran it. And of you.”

Roxas narrowed his eyes inquisitively. “How so?”

“When I met you in my dream you seemed so resolved to being stuck there. To thinking we were the same. But we’re not, and I /basically/ proved it by being your connection and bringing you back. Now, you’re happy!”

“...I see. And the Organization? What made you think of them?”

“I was thinking about how Xemnas lied to you all. You all had hearts the entire time. Ventus and Vanitas were broken apart, made to be just dark and light, by Xehanort. What if, like a heart, light can be regrown? It can come back? Xehanort would have never told them. What if Vanitas isn’t as dark as he thinks, or doesn’t have to be?”

Roxas leaned back a bit. “You’d also be implying that Ven is capable of having darkness in his own heart again.”

Sora looked to see Ven was dramatically telling a story to Riku and Terra with big sweeps of his arms. He was grinning from ear to ear. He still remembered the warmth and light that had lingered when he woke Ven’s heart. It was hard to imagine darkness could reach any part of it, just like Kairi’s.

“Look,” Roxas said. “If you don’t think darkness can reach Ven’s heart, then I don’t think light can reach Vanitas’ heart. And, if I’m being honest, it sounds like you’re creating a problem when there isn’t one. No one is looking for Vanitas. Maybe you should just enjoy the break for once. I almost regret telling you to think more.”

Sora sighed. “Yeah, you’re...you’re right. I’ll lay off. Let it go.”

He clasped a hand on his shoulder. “Sora, if you /do/ decide to do something, don’t forget you’ve got everyone here. And, uh, probably don’t do anything about Vanitas without telling Ven. Or at least Aqua.”

“Yeah, of course. Thanks.”

“No problem.” Roxas left him with a final wave and rejoined the others. Sora could see Riku leaping to his feet, flinging questions at Roxas. It warmed his heart that his friend was so concerned for him. Of course he had everyone here. He wasn’t going to do anything alone anymore.

And maybe… well maybe he really should just let it go.

It was only a few weeks later when Sora got a call from Ven. He had been relaxing on the beach with Namine, finally taking some time to really talk to her and watch her cute drawings, when his phone went off.

Namine leaned over his shoulder curiously as Ven’s disgruntled face appeared on screen. “Hello Ventus,” she said with a smile.

“Hey Namine, Sora. Thought I’d let you guys know that Terra, Aqua and I just got out of a bit of a situation.”

“What kind of situation? Heartless?” Sora asked.

“Unversed.”

“Oh.” They had all assumed it was only a matter of time before the Unversed returned to be a menace, but everyone thought it would be at least a few months. Vanitas didn’t waste time, it seemed. “Was it a lot?”

“No, not really. But that doesn’t mean it won’t be in the future or that they’ll only appear at the Land of Departure. Keep your eyes open, okay?”

There was a muffled ‘is that Sora?’ in the background before Terra appeared in view, squishing close to his friend. “Hey Sora!” He greeted. There was a bit of dirt on his cheek.

“Hey, Terra. You guys okay?”

“Yeah, those guys were no problem. You stay safe though! They’re no Heartless, but they’re not easy either.”

“Got it. I’ll let Riku and Kairi know.” He paused. “Are there any… long term plans to dealing with them?” Terra was right, the Unversed weren’t Heartless. They had a clear source and a clear way to stop that source.

“Right now, I’m not sure,” Ven said. “But you can leave that to us.”

“I want to help! If I can.”

He smiled. “Of course you do, Sora. But Vanitas is my --our-- problem. We know how to deal with him. Just call me back if Unversed appear on the islands, okay? I’m gonna let Lea and Roxas know.”

“Okay,” Sora said. “I’ll talk to you guys later.” He said his goodbyes and hung up the phone.

Namine was looking at him in a funny way. He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t worry,” he said. “We’ll deal with any Unversed that come this way. You’ll be safe.”

She shook her head. “I’m not worried about the Unversed.” She flipped through her sketchbook to what looked like Sora. No, the hair was darker, the outfit different. “I know loneliness. As a Nobody, I knew nothingness, too. But I wonder how lonely it is to wander the world of light as a creature of darkness.”

“Do you think Vanitas needs saving, then?”

“I don’t know. He either needs saving, or he needs to be stopped. But I really do wonder…” She sighed, flipping back to a clean page. “Whatever you choose to do, Sora, it’ll be the right thing because you follow your heart.”

He smiled. “Thanks, Namine.”

The Unversed that appeared on Destiny Islands were not the small rabbit looking creatures Sora had seen before. There was only one, for starters, and it was a big hulking mess. There were claws and arms reaching around in an innumerable amount and shifty eyes that bounced between Sora, Riku and Kairi. Parts of it were distorted too, like the monster just couldn’t get a grip long enough to be stable, which made pinning it down and hitting it all the more difficult. Leave it to Vanitas to take instability and use it as an advantage.

Riku struck it down with more ease than Sora or Kairi. He really did deserve title of Master, it seemed, and they all watched the creature fade away. Sora wondered where it was fading to, where Vanitas was that he could easily unleash the Unversed upon them when they were just relaxing.

Riku shook his head. “I thought it would be smaller.”

“I thought there would be more,” said Kairi, letting her keyblade disappear.

Sora considered searching the island for Vanitas, but he could be gone within a second. It wasn’t worth it. His phone went off with a text from someone.

“Who is it?” Riku asked.

“It’s Roxas. There was an Unversed in Twilight Town.”

Kairi frowned. An Unversed on their little island wasn’t nearly as disastrous as one in the populated Twilight Town. “Is everyone okay?”

“Yeah, it seems it. I’m gonna head to the Land of Departure.”

“What, why?”

“I want to talk to Ven about something.”

“I’ll come with you,” Riku said.

“No, it’s fine. I’m not doing anything dangerous,” Sora said. “Just wanna talk.”

Riku and Kairi exchanged a glance. He knew it was concern, but it came off with a level of distrust. He could admit that he may have made one too many rash decisions in the past to warrant their worry. Still, they let him go without further complaint.

When he arrived at the Land of Departure, Ven, Terra and Aqua were already outside talking with Roxas.

“Roxas?” He called, confused.

He waved at him. “Told you Sora would show up,” he said to Ven.

“You dealt with the Unversed?” Aqua asked.

“Yeah, with Riku and Kairi. Have you guys seen Vanitas?”

Ven shook his head. “No, but I can guess one place he might have slithered off to. He doesn’t have many options.”

“The Keyblade Graveyard?” Roxas guessed.

“Yup. You want to confront him again, don’t you Sora?”

“I just want to help.”

Ven exchange glances with Terra and Aqua. “You can come, both of you. We’ll probably need all the help we can get.”

“Thanks, Ven!”

The Keyblade Graveyard hadn’t changed at all since they last came. It was still void of life and filled with dull keyblades stuck in the ground. Roxas and Sora hung back a bit from the other three, the former leaning close to tell him something.

“Don’t get your hopes up,” Roxas said.

“I’m just going to do whatever I can to help. My hopes are at normal level, promise.”

Roxas only gave a small huff as an answer.

“Look!” Terra said. In front of them a large Unversed had formed with a bunch of smaller Floods surrounding it. Others were appearing too, wearing expressions of frustration or confusion.

“That’s the most yet,” Aqua said. “Vanitas can’t be far.”

“You won’t have to do much looking,” an irritating drawl said. Vanitas himself stepped out of a portal of darkness. His helmet was gone, leaving the snarl on his face in perfect sight. “Already eager for a rematch, Ventus?”

Ven’s keyblade was out. He was already flipping it around in his hand with anticipation. “Won’t be much of a match!”

“I can deal with Vanitas,” Aqua said.

“No,” Roxas interjected. “All these Unversed are going to be way harder than one angry looking Sora. Let Ven and Sora deal with him.”

Sora gave a surprised look to Roxas, which was pointedly ignored as he drew Oathkeeper and Oblivion.

“But-”

“We can handle this,” Ven said. He exchanged a look of determination with Sora. “Come on!”

The two of them broke off from the other three to pursue Vanitas, who was already using the keyblades to his advantage to fly around. Sora wished that strange boy would appear and give him the ability to ride the keyblades again, but it was definitely asking too much. That was probably a one time deal.

Ven had always been a pretty good shot with his keyblade. He threw it like it was a frisbee, aiming right at Vanitas’ back. Too bad Vanitas himself was pretty good at dodging things on his torrent of keyblades.

Sora threw a blizzard spell his way, catching part of his shoulder. He didn’t let up, instead diving back down towards them with his keyblade raised and thousands more charging close. Ven leapt in front of Sora, ready to throw up a guard and protect him, when there was a sudden falter in Vanitas’ attack.

The keyblades crashed to the ground, taking their rider with them. Even though he was up two beats later, Sora could see there was pain etched in his face. He looked behind him. Roxas had dealt a finishing blow to the giant Unversed and it was seeping back into Vanitas.

Ven attacked Vanitas with a signature swift blow, but Vanitas pushed back easily, tossing him right into the distracted Sora.

Sora was surprised to hear the annoyed growl coming from Vanitas as the Unversed Roxas had just taken down reformed itself by those three again. The Floods were seeping back into Vanitas, too, and each one seemed to spark a note of even more frustration in his face. Frustration that he was losing? But he wasn’t, not really. He couldn’t seem to help reacting to whatever Unversed was being destroyed.

Ven got back up, giving a confused look to Sora who still seemed dazed. Vanitas went in for another blow, but Ven was quick to use his magic. The light of Salvation surrounded them, it’s warm healing aura rushing over Sora’s body like a wave.

It only hurt Vanitas who was pushed back by its force. His face was held in a tight grimace as he steadied himself against the light.

Ven narrowed his eyes. “What are you even trying to get at anymore, Vanitas!? There’s no war, no Master Xehanort to follow like a dog. We beat you once and we can do it again. It’s /over/.”

Sora finally got to his feet. Was he imagining things? What did it feel like to have the Unversed flow in and out of his body on the whim of keyblade wielders? “We can stop fighting,” he said.

It was too much to hope that those words would reach Vanitas. He hardly looked bothered or contemplative over them. Just annoyed. Mildly inconvenienced by them trying to negotiate peace in a scrap.

“And do what?” Vanitas asked. “Sit around braiding each other’s hair?”

Ven’s hand became a tight fist. “Why does everything have to be so difficult with you?”

“If I’m difficult, it comes from you.” He raised his keyblade, done with talking. His glare felt so /personal/ as more Unversed poured out into the graveyard around them. It wasn’t the cocky aggression Sora was used to.

Ven was quick to act, leaping at the nearest Unversed to smack it away with his keyblade. Sora made sure to join in too and not zone out, but every once and a while he glanced to where Vanitas was at the heart of the Unversed swarm, surprised to see the tightness in his face as his monsters were destroyed.

“He can’t just keep making these, can he?” Sora asked.

“I don’t know,” Ven grunted. “Usually he’d rather fight me himself when I’m involved. If we can get through them we can get to him.”

“And then?”

“And then we stop this. Vanitas had a chance. I don’t think he’ll take another.”

Sora didn’t think so either, but part of him wanted to try. It really… he really looked like he was hurting. Sora could almost feel it, too. A broken heart aching for something. Completion, light, warmth. There must be something he could do.

Larger Unversed were coming out now, but with Terra, Aqua and Roxas rejoining them they were no match. Each one fell easily, all the while thinning out the crowd to reach Vanitas. At this point Sora knew he wasn’t imagining things. Vanitas looked uncomfortable, pained, irritated, and each emotion became more prominent as they pressed on.

Killing the Unversed was hurting him somehow.

He was blasted back by one of the larger Unversed. He stared up at its scowling, monstrous face, stunned for a moment. How much did it hurt? What was he feeling? /This was wrong./ He didn’t want to hurt him. He didn’t want to destroy him.

“Sora!” Terra dove in quick, grabbing Sora with one arm and narrowly missing a swipe from the Unversed. He put him down, concern prominent in his blue eyes. “Are you okay?” He was already pulling a potion out.

Sora blinked, stunned. “I’m fine. I think the Unversed are hurting him.”

“What?”

“Vanitas. I think something happens when we defeat one.”

Terra looked around. “Maybe we can use that to our advantage.”

“Wait! I want to try talking to him one more time.”

Terra blocked a Flood jumping at them with his large keyblade. “Sora, it’s /Vanitas/. Talking with him won’t get us anywhere!”

Sora was already rushing through the crowd, narrowly dodging attacks on his way to the source. He felt Aqua fling a cure spell on him as he passed by and Roxas’ penetrating gaze as he got closer to Vanitas.

Of course Vanitas was ready to fight with an outstretched keyblade the minute he got to him, his former glare shoved down under a smirk.

“Ready for round two?” he teased.

“I’m not here to fight you or your Unversed,” Sora said.

Vanitas snorted. “I won’t sing Master Xehanort any praise, but how you bested him is beyond me. You have to fight if you want to survive!”

Sora blocked the heavy blow with his keyblade when Vanitas launched at him, but he didn’t fight back. He stayed on the defensive as he held off Vanitas and his monsters, trying to find an opening to say something or prove that he wasn’t here to cause more harm.

Flood launched themselves at him, wrapping their twisty little arms around him as if they were Dusks. His keyblade vanished under his restricted movements and he fell to his knees.

“Sora!” Ven cried out somewhere behind him as Vanitas approached.

“Hold on,” came Roxas’ quieter voice. The battlefield had stilled.

Sora struggled in the hold of the Flood. He stared up at Vanitas. He looked so sure of himself now. “Killing the Unversed hurts you, doesn’t it?” he asked.

“So what if it does? We all have a little price to pay for power. I’m not afraid to pay it,” he said.

“But you don’t have to pay it at all! You don’t have to fight us. What’s the point in hurting at all?”

Vanitas narrowed his eyes. “It isn’t hurt. It’s the emotions I poured out coming back into me.” He put a hand over his chest. “This incomplete heart can take the damage.”

“That’s even worse! What’s the point? If you hadn’t sent the Unversed out we would have never come to fight you here.” He could hear Ven and Roxas approaching slowly from behind.

“And leave you all to live out your days in peace? No. This is much more fun.” His grin was wicked.

“Well, /I/ don’t think it’s fun! And quite frankly, I don’t think you’re having fun, either!”

Vanitas pointed his keyblade at Sora. “Since when did I care what you think?”

Sora continued regardless. “Even if you’re ‘just darkness’, no one likes to spend their days hurting and alone.”

“We’ve had this conversat-”

“And you can’t convince me otherwise!” Vanitas scowled at being cut off. “I think you’re acting out when it doesn’t have to be this way. You’re -- you’re creating a problem when there isn’t one.”

He could feel Roxas and Ven’s presence directly behind him. “Vanitas,” the latter said.

Vanitas’ eyes widened, like he had been too caught up talking to Sora to notice them approach. “Ventus,” he greeted cooly. He looked to Roxas. “You.”

Roxas raised an eyebrow.

“Sora’s right,” Ven continued. “We’re not the same but… acting out sounds like something I would do. Have done, in the past. It’s time to stop this.”

“Trying to have a heart to heart, are we? I told you I made my choice.”

“And I’m offering a second chance. I won’t fight you forever.” There was a familiar sound of his keyblade disappearing. Even Roxas followed suit, but Sora could tell the heavy presence of Terra and Aqua would never dream of lowering their keyblades in Vanitas’ presence.

Vanitas narrowed his eyes, looking genuinely upset for the first time. “I don’t want your second chance.”

“What you want is to be whole,” Ven said. “Or to not be alone. Always hurting because of what you are when you don’t have to be that at all. You know, I’m starting to remember what it was like training with Master Xehanort. Rather, surviving with him. This isn’t about surviving, Vanitas. It’s about living.”

Vanitas gritted his teeth, raising his keyblade higher. Sora refused to wince or cower away. “I’m not above striking an enemy while they’re down, you know.”

“I’m not your enemy!” Sora said at the same time Roxas said, “You wouldn’t make it.”

“You don’t know what to do now that the master is gone,” Ven said. “Well, we’re offering you an answer to that! You don’t have to keep being what Master Xehanort made you out to be. If you turn us away, I won’t fight. I won’t come looking for you. I’ll let you go if you let me go.”

Sora could practically see the gears turning in Vanitas’ head. He did think loneliness was playing its part here. Without Ven and the others Vanitas had no one, and prickly though he may be, very few creatures could truly thrive in loneliness. Xemnas’ final words still stuck out to him about it.

“You make it seem so simple,” Vanitas said, looking up at Aqua and Terra. They were close enough to do serious damage if they wanted to, even with Unversed flocking them on all sides.

Ven actually smiled, albeit in a small and sort of pained way. “Guess Sora’s heart rubbed off on me.”

He’d take that as a compliment, for now at least. “There’s no room for shadows,” Sora said.

“Who’d wanna stay in their shadows anyway?” Roxas chimed in, arms crossed. “Just because you look like Sora doesn’t mean you have to steal his IQ, too.”

“Hey!”

Vanitas looked like he might have been stifling a real laugh there for a second. His rare silence might have meant something. He lowered his keyblade and the Flood holding Sora down released their hold. They didn’t disappear so much as crawl back to their creator with twitchy legs.

Sora recalled how quickly Vanitas had bailed when Ven woke up. He considered himself outmatched against three keyblade wielders and yet had picked a fight anyway with five of them. Was this supposed to be his last stand? Slowly, he got to his feet.

“Charming though this all is,” Vanitas said. “I don’t think everyone cares to broker peace.” He was smirking at Terra and Aqua.

Sora looked back at them. Their glares were spine chilling. Aqua tightened her grip on her keyblade.

Vanitas scoffed. “Still mad I broke that stupid wooden keyblade?”

“You broke my wooden keyblade?” Ven pouted.

“Ven, Sora,” Aqua said, ignoring the tease. “Not everyone can be reasoned with.”

“But they /do/ deserve the chance, even if it is a second one,” Roxas said. “Stop being such a tool Vanitas, and actually take the step into doing something right. Trust me, I know what being a tool is like. It gets old.”

Sora held his breath, afraid the harsher words would make Vanitas draw back in on himself. Thankfully, he didn’t look mad.

“You won’t want me as a friend for long,” Vanitas said, his words laced with a threat.

“Try me,” said Sora in an equally challenging voice. He felt like he was on the successful end of diffusing a bomb.

Vanitas looked around the Keyblade Graveyard. “There /are/ things brewing on the horizon. You and yours might make a good shield when the time comes.” He sounded like he might have seen something, but he didn’t seem particularly rattled.

“What sort of things?” Terra asked.

“Oh, you’ll see. Maybe I /don’t/ want to be alone when it comes. All the luck seems to be on this side anyway,” Vanitas said with a smirk. “Alright then.” He looked like a smug cat. “I’ll stick around. I’ll stop sending the Unversed to other worlds.” He extended his hand towards Sora, staring at Ven as he did so.

Sora took it without hesitation, giving a firm shake. “No more looming in shadows. If you’re really by our side, then you’re /really/ by our side.”

“For now.”

Roxas shook his head. “Friendship with Sora is kind of a lifelong thing. Do something to destroy it and your life probably won’t be so long.”

“Sure, sure,” Vanitas drawled. “We can paint each others nails and talk about how spooky the darkness is with a night light on.”

“Or,” Sora said, pulling out his phone. “We can start with something friends actually do.”

“What in the name of the masters is that ugly piece of-”

“It’s a phone!” There was a small surge of pride at knowing more than someone else when it came to technology. “We can take a picture so we always remember the day we won over your heart, Vanitas!”

“You didn’t win over shit.”

“Aqua, Terra, do you want to join?”

The two of them exchanged a pained look. They still had their keyblades out. “I think we’re good,” Aqua said.

Sora held the phone up with the camera pointed toward them. “All you gotta do is smile. Rox? Ven? You guys joining?”

Roxas had no problem walking closer to Vanitas and Sora to get in on the picture, but Ven was a little more hesitant. He seemed happy, but he had nearly given up on Vanitas before. This wasn’t going to be an easy thing to mend.

Roxas took the far left, squishing Vanitas closer to Sora, while Ven stood on Sora’s right, glancing at Vanitas. Sora wasn’t stupid. He knew this could all go terribly wrong and Vanitas wasn’t on their side now with the best of intentions. But at the end of the day, he could at least say he got a selfie with all the doubles.

“Everyone, say cheese!”

#kingdom hearts #kh3 #sora #vanitas #ventus #roxas #fic #i wrote another kh fic before #but thats on my ao3 #dont feel like moving it tbh #expect more of this au btw #i mean its not a promise #but i might write more

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0606-hyuck · 5 years

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nct dream as your best friends

hellabts? i don’t know her lol. in this house we support nct.

this is probably one of my most favourite things i've ever posted tbh, this was so fun to make and i could have made them way longer but i suppose there may be a 2.0 version in the future. i tried to make it a best friends version but honestly it could also be “nct dream as your boyfriend” lol anyway enjoy!

ps i also tried to make it as gender neutral as possible so please tell me if i've accidentally used a female pronoun :)

masterlist: here!

MARK

you probably wouldn't hang out often bc you’re both busy

but you’re still super close friends

he would message you every five minutes to tell you what he was currently doing

you're his #1 hype man/woman and this would definitely make him blush

he 100% had a very obvious crush on you and no one would be surprised if he still does

gets super shy when the members ask about you

he just thinks you're so great

whenever someone asks him what he likes about you he just goes speechless because there's so many things he could list

lowkey writes you letters about how much he appreciates you but never gives them to you because he thinks you'll find them weird or silly

when you were first introduced to haechan you thought he'd hate you lol

but he respects that you've been there for mark when he couldn't be and he knows that mark would be devistated if his two best friends didn't get along

lowkey like to gang up with haechan to tease mark

so he knows he’s in trouble if you’re hanging out with haechan

“nooo haechan is corrupting you! he’s turning you into the devil!1!1″

always sharing food with you, will go out of his way to buy you snacks and act like it wasn't a big deal even if he had to go far to get you said snacks

likes sharing his headphones/music with you because you're always enthusiastic to hear what new tunes he's listening to lately

also shares his class notes with you even if he doesn't understand the content

he will literally write notes in his best pen and make them look pretty because he knows that you'll ask to see his notes lol

RENJUN

always teases you about not having a boyfriend/girlfriend even though he’s single himself like boi what

"look, that person looks nice, why don't you go say hi? or, even better, i can be your wingman and introduce you to them!"

bad idea, don't let renjun be your wingman. not only does he embarrass you (maybe accidentally or intentionally, at this point you can't even tell), but the person will probably be more interested in getting his number than yours (but it's okay, the single life is treating you well)

but if you were to get a significant other he would be like "lol nope this isn't happening i cannot deal with this!"

he wouldn't be able to stand you paying more attention to someone else than him

he'd try to be cool about it, he'd convince himself that it's fine, but the members would constantly ask him why he's so cranky lol

he'd try to convince himself that he doesn't need to see you 24/7 anyway, but the next minute he would be triple texting you asking whether you wanted to hang out

he’d be really jealous but if the person made you happy he would be okay with it. we love a supportive friend

same thing if you were to have an argument, he'd be salty for like an hour tops but then he'd get bored and text you as if nothing happened

likes to send you really unflattering selfies

he'd teach you chinese if you asked him, but he wouldn't teach basic phrases

he would teach you swear words and insults and words you'd never use like "socialism" or "beekeeper"

“renjun i’m never going to need to say this though”

“but what if a beekeeper tries to get you into socialism? at least you’ll know how to say 去你妈的. bet you didn’t think of that one”

JENO

basically a married couple tbh

you both share common interests and you could spend hours talking to him about them

people think you're weird because of the amount of time you and jeno talk about cats/similar interests but it's okay because you both enjoy it

barely have any arguments but if there is it's likely about what movie you guys are going to watch or how he shouldn't pat his cats so much because of his allergies

always thinking of you

"jaemin, what do you think of this coat? i think i'll get this for y/n's birthday, is it their colour?"

"we can't buy that if we're watching movies with y/n, y/n doesn't like that flavour, pick something else"

will cook for you not even if you're sad or sick, just if he's bored and you have some ingredients

you'd try to help him but in the end you'd just watch him while he listened to you rant about a lady that pushed in front of you at the supermarket

likes to sing to you/play instruments for you. it’s real cute

halloween costumes! you guys make your outfits every year and always do couple/matching outfits

your favourite outfit was when you went as harry potter and hermione but you made jeno go as hermione

real cheesy jokes/puns? like his members groan out loud whenever he tells a joke but you always find them really funny because they're so bad

his members actually leave the room if you and jeno get into a pun war, it's just that bad

HAECHAN

super loud duo

people think you hate each other bc you're constantly arguing

and tbh you thought he was really annoying when you first met him, don’t tell him that though lol

low blow insults that make the members think you or haechan will get offended but you both just laugh

"damn that was a good one"

talks shit in a joking way but if anyone else was to do the same he would be the first person to defend you

"um excuse me, who do you think you are lmao i'm the only person allowed to be mean to y/n"

buys you birthday gifts ironically eg something you hate but will have a backup present to give you that you'll actually like

"haechan, this is a minions key chain. you know i hate minions with a burning passion"

"sike i actually got you that thing you'd been wanting for ages, no need to thank me i already know i'm great"

you get told that you and haechan are too mean to each other, but you know it's all in good fun

full on photoshoots

like he will invite you to hang out just so you can take real aesthetic photos of him and vice versa

he’s a real fan of the golden hour selfies

your favourite moments are the early hours in the morning when haechan sometimes calls and is really honest about his feelings

"i know i don't say it enough but i really appreciate you, i'd be such a miserable old grump without you"

"if you tell anyone i just said that i will have to kill you"

JAEMIN

people probably think you're dating

actually scratch that, everyone thinks you’re dating

even the dreamies have to remind themselves that you’re just friends with jaemin

insists on taking selfies together whenever you go ANYWHERE

his instagram is just filled with pictures of you and him captioned “GO BEST FRIEND THAT’S MY BEST FRIEND”

your parents love him because he's such a charmer, you have to remind them that he's just your friend not your boyfriend

jaemin doesn't mind though, he likes how flustered you get when people insinuate you're dating

you guys have a pact that if you aren't married by the time you're thirty then you'll just get married to each other

you know this kid is 100% going to flirt with you

but he ONLY uses really bad pick up lines

"are you a banana? because i find you appealing"

"damn it not this again"

"if you were a triangle-"

"jaemin no"

"you'd be acute one"

"that was your worst one yet"

whenever he travels he makes sure to buy you really tacky but cute soft toys

"jaemin i appreciate this, i really do, but i physically can't fit another soft toy in my room"

a really good listener?

like you can talk to him about anything and you know he won’t judge you

he just listens to what you’re saying, nodding often, and then when you’re done he will offer really good advice

ugh i think we all just need a jaemin in our lives tbh

CHENLE

the loudest!!!

the members try to separate you guys when playing games but it doesn't work because chenle will just yell at you from across the room

literally thinks you're an angel and is so thankful for you

you make him so much happier

like sometimes he catches himself and he’s like “ew when did I become such a softie for y/n, gross”

major uwu for you, constantly teasing you because he thinks your reactions are so cute

constantly talking about you because it makes him happy

"omg this reminds me of that time that y/n and i went to the arcade and were kicked out because we were way too loud"

“okay it was actually just me but like y/n didn’t try to stop me or anything, they’re just as guilty as i am”

individually you are the most cowardly people ever like this kid will just stand and scream his head off if he sees a spider

but when you're together you somehow gain heaps of confidence to do the thing™️

like you'd tease him for being too scared to ride a rollercoaster and oh would you look at that suddenly he wants to ride the rollercoaster to prove you wrong

and then you'd join him to prove that you're also no wimp

and you'd both be scared shitless the whole time

but when you get off h'd be like "that wasn’t as bad as i thought it would be”

“you were screaming like a baby though, lele"

"no u"

likes to teach you chinese and really likes that you're interested in his language and culture

you thought he'd tease you about your pronunciation but he's actually so supportive because he knows how hard it is to learn a language

brings snacks to your study session as a reward but ends up getting distracted and eating them himself

JISUNG

comes to you for your opinion first

"should i post this selfie to instagram? the others said i look a bit funny"

"um are they blind? you look great jisung!!"

"i was going to post this dance routine to instagram but i messed up a step, i just want to show my best to nctzen"

"are you kidding??? i'd like to report a missing wig. ugh michael jackson could never"

he hates having his photo taken but the minute you ask him for a selfie he’s already getting into a pose lol

this kid will literally do anything for you

you're sick but he had plans? sorry looks like he's cancelling his movie date with chenle

your significant other just broke up with you? um jisung is an idol but who says he actually needs to do live stages hah

you're moving cities/countries? lol jisung packed his suitcase weeks ago

real talk though jisung hates to see you upset or sick but he's also real awkward and doesn't really know how to make you better

so he just comes over and you watch stupid youtube videos together

most times he'll force you to take random quizzes like "we will tell you which cartoon character you actually are based on the cereal you put in a kiddie pool"

he will then spend the next twenty minutes ranting to you about how your result was pink panther only because you chose the strawberry flavoured cereal

and you'd be adamant that pink panther actually reflects who you are on the inside, and that buzzfeed quizzes wouldn't lie to you

"omg jisung i AM pink panther you just don't understand, why can't you accept me for who i truly am"

in the end you wouldn't know what you and jisung were even talking about anymore but hey at least you don't feel as upset/sick as you did before

you also say a lot of stupid stuff (whether that's on purpose or not is entirely up to you lol) and jisung always pretends to be embarrassed by you

he will literally let out the biggest sigh ever and pinch the bridge of his nose, as if being around you is the most stressful, testing thing ever

but he's only kidding because he's well aware that if you weren't his friend he would definitely be a hermit in the mountains or something lol

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queen-of-bel · 5 years

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phew okay this was sitting in my drafts for so long, but an analysis for second best devil survivor boy (tadashi nikaido)

naoya | atsuro | amane | gin | mari

Tadashi Nikaido is genuinely one of my favorite characters ever, but I see him get reduced to just "tsundere gangster" but he really is a lot more than that.

Let's look at how he was first introduced. If you remember, there was a thug who was harassing an SDF solider to be let out of the lockdown. He's quickly stopped by Kaido who clearly has no desire at all to spar with the SDF. After Atsuro notes that Kaido has a reputation of treating his members well, Kazuya approaches Kaido for help. Kaido doesn't know of any secret exits, and hasn't seen Naoya. Then, Kaido decides to take it a step further, asking the picture of Naoya to be sent over IR so he can show his crew once the cell lines come back on. This wasn't something that Kazuya asked him to do. This was something that Kaido volunteered to do. He didn't have to do this for 3 strangers, but he did anyway.

The next big thing we learn about Kaido is the "bloodless murderer" and its connection to Kaido. In case you need a refresher, one of the victims was Kaido's brother. It's at this point that we start to see a darker side of him. He finally figured out the secret behind the murderer (that it's a demon) and how to avenge his brother (by using the COMPs). He even calls his brother a "wuss", implying that he thinks his brother died because he wasn't strong enough to fight off the assailant.

Alright, let's throw Mari into the picture now. In case you need a second reminder, Mari is childhood friends with Kaido and his brother. Mari and his brother eventually get into a relationship, but Kaido secretly was in love with Mari, too.

The text differs slightly between the original game and Overclocked, but when Kaido and Mari are arguing, Mari beings to either say how Kaido's brother was her lover, or that she blames herself for his death. Either way, Kaido becomes enraged and cuts her off, and even goes so far as to say he wishes he were the one to kill his brother. He then yells at Mari to stay away from the bloodless murderer before storming off.

The glaringly obvious takeaway is that Kaido has serious issues conveying his emotions. No doubt he's jealous that Mari fell for his brother and not him, but he's also having difficulty expressing his grief over his brother, even resorting to saying something like this to cover his grief. Mari realizes this is just a cover, though, and asks Kazuya to forgive Kaido, as Kaido seems so angry at the moment because of his brother's murder.

Now, jump to the battle where Yuzu gets us into that bet with Kaido and Honda. This is where the lockdown begins to break him. After Kaido realizes he can’t win the bet against a bunch of high school kids, he cries out “I wanted to gain power, but I can’t... I can’t protect anything!” His strong will is what summons Pazuzu, who comments on his "bitter cries of despair".

Note that the first reason he states he wants power is to protect something. He doesn't want power for personal gain, or any selfish reasons. He wants the strength to avenge his brother and protect Mari. He doesn't care about crushing everything or taking over the world-- he just wants Mari to he safe.

So whether or not Mari survives the battle with Kudlak is going to really define Kaido's outlook, but before we jump to the fifth day, let's take a look at what happens on day 4.

At Suidobashi, we find Kaido and Honda getting into a fight with a bunch of civilians, with the intent to kill the civilians. After talking to them, though, Honda says that the civilians attacked them first, and Honda and Kaido were merely acting in self-defense. After they leave, Atsuro says if he were in Kaido's place, he would've lost control, too.

Let's now talk a bit about Kaido's role as a gang/thug leader.

Kaido doesn't want to lead the Shibuya Daemons. He explicitly tells Kazuya, "I don't really care... I'm only leadin' these guys 'cause it was my brother's gang." Kaido only views this as a responsibility his brother left for him, but despite the fact that he has a reputation for treating his members well, he couldn't care less about the Daemons.

So, jump back to the battle where Kaido/Honda are fighting the civilians. This is all really important to consider when Kaido calls Kazuya and everyone "justice freaks".

At first, it seems like Kaido is just displaying typical, thuggish, "fuck the cops" kind of behavior. But considering his behavior and what we know about him up until this point in the game, it doesn't really make sense.

Kaido didn't start the Shibuya Daemons, nor does he want to lead them. Kaido broke up a fight between a gang member and an SDF soldier, when he easily could've joined in, or at the very least, ignored it. Knowing all this, Kaido is probably best described as just "transient" as opposed to having any actual convictions. Maybe he doesn't care enough to outright respect the law, but he doesn't seem to have an active interest in breaking the law, either.

So where does the "justice freak" thing come from?

The most likely answer to me is that Kaido is frustrated with the Japanese law enforcement for not making any progress in the bloodless murder cases. He laments several times that it's been so long since his brother was murdered, and they still don't know who did it. One of the instances where this is shown is when Kazuya gives Kaido Mari's bag. Kaido says "I've been waiting for this... It's been seven months now since my brother died... I'm finally gonna nail the bastard that killed my bro and cornered Mari!"

So, Kaido already has lost hope in the justice system, and knowing that it was the government who enacted the lockdown certainly didn't improve his opinion on the government. Also, now that he sees demons, the same creatures that killed his brother, are on the loose, Kaido knows that if he makes one misstep in the lockdown, he'll die. Especially considering that he thinks his brother could've protected himself if he was stronger.

At this moment, laws don't matter to him anymore if they're just going to hinder his survival. Note that Kaido never did anything that didn't have to do with his survival. He never robbed anybody, he never looted any stores, all he wanted to do was get stronger so he could survive and protect Mari.

Okay, so now let's jump into the 5th day mess, where Mari's fate is defined.

Let's start with if Mari dies.

If Kazuya is there for the battle against Kudlak, but didn't give her purse to either her or Kaido, Mari is killed in front of everyone. Kaido absolutely loses it, and afterwards, falls into a state of shock and depression. I'll touch more on this later, but Kaido says "Mari... I let down my bro... And now you too..."

The next time we see Kaido, he's fighting Keisuke, where their morals are clearly clashing over the proper use of power. This bit of dialogue is only triggered if Kazuya witnessed Mari's death, but Kaido does say "without power, you can't protect anything close to you" before continuing the fight with Keisuke.

If Kazuya didn't witness Mari getting killed by Kudlak, he'll get a email from Kaido that night saying that Mari was found dead. His words indicate that he lapsed into a depression from how powerless he felt.

Either way, the takeaway is that if Mari dies, Kaido blames his lack of strength for his failures. This solidifies the thought in his mind that if you want to survive, you have to be strong. After all, if he were stronger, he could've avenged his brother and saved the woman he loved, right?

Okay, let's rewind day 5 and see what happens if Mari survives.

If Mari survives, and Kaido defeated (well, helped to defeat) Kudlak, he credits this to his strength. This is evidenced in his fight with Keisuke if Mari survives, where he says "If you don't want to die, you gotta get strong! The weak have no right to complain!"

Whatever happens with Mari's fate, the events of the fifth day confirm to him that if he wants to survive and protect anyone, he's got to get stronger. He just has to.

It's after the fifth day that he totally snaps.

On the sixth day, he rants to Kazuya how humans are basically rotten and his desire to crush everything. The stress of the lockdown has finally gotten to him. After he sees stuff from the Japanese government abandoning the civilians in the lockdown and their plans to kill everyone, to the civilians in the lockdown losing all sanity, killing others and causing pure chaos in the streets, Kaido has lost all hope in humanity.

He's extremely bitter towards YHVH and the angels who enacted the lockdown in the first place, which is why he teams up with Naoya to make Kazuya the overlord. At this point he's just gone insane, truly believing that he can't survive without power, and after a week of seeing people's ugly side, he detaches himself from humanity, seeing people as only stepping stones to make himself stronger.

I want to stress one more time that Kaido does not typically share these sentiments. Even at the end of the lockdown, he knows deep down that people aren't inherently bad. He knows that people were pushed this far because of the lockdown, just as he was. This is evidenced by his reaction to Keisuke's actions on the sixth day. If Keisuke is alive, he tells them that he forgives Keisuke for what he did. If Kaido killed Keisuke, Kaido will apologize to Atsuro, saying that under different circumstances, he and Keisuke would make great friends. He even takes it a step further, saying that he understands if Atsuro doesn't forgive him, and if it would make Atsuro feel better, he can kill Kaido.

The best example of Kaido's true nature is in Amane's eighth day, where he actually agrees to help the Messiah and protect the barricade from the demon tamers fighting to get out. He says that this is the least he can do, considering how hard Kazuya is working to help people. These actions would make no sense if Kaido was truly as power-hungry as he appears to be on the sixth day. In fact, this solidifies the theory that Kaido just... exists. Just two days prior, he was seething with rage, vowing to crush the SDF and YHVH. And yet, now he's siding with the Japanese government and the Messiah.

Clearly, Kaido is the type of person who just adapts to the situation he's in. He doesn't particularly have any morals, but instead, he just goes with whatever is happening in his environment. This is even implied in the materials guide, where under Kaido's favorite music, it says "club music?" including the question mark. Being a highschool dropout (also stated in the materials guide) and a gang leader, it's no surprise that he frequents clubs, but it's interesting that he has so little convictions that even his taste in music is left to be shaped by his environment.

Honestly, I think it's very possible Kaido has some form of undiagnosed mental disorder, quite possibly borderline personality disorder. Besides his feelings for Mari, he has no real convictions or ambitions in life. He's just aimlessly doing what life handed to him. His brother died? Well, guess he has to take over his gang. Being stuck in the lockdown? Gain more power to help him survive. Messiah is working to save humanity? Time to side with the angels.

Yes, Kaido has his issues, but the reason why we see his nasty side so often is bc of the cruelty of the lockdown and how that honestly made him snap. The game, however, also conveys multiple instances where his true nature is shown. Despite it all, he's very conflicted about the whole situation-- bouncing back and forth between attempting to murder others to listening to his conscience and displaying compassion towards others. At the end of Naoya's no kill route, Kaido states that he's doing this because he wants to stay by Kazuya's side. Metatron even notes that Kaido is doing this out of loyalty to a friend. Granted, Kaido isn't the only person Metatron says this to, but if Kaido really did only choose this path to gain more power, Metatron would've said so.

Kaido lives an aimless and metaphorically nomadic life, at times showing symptoms which hint at depression or an underlying mental illness. What he is not, however, is your typical power hungry SMT chaos rep. He's a far more complex character than that. He allows his convictions to change very suddenly, just to match the environment he's in. Really, he's this tangled mess of emotions that he has never resolved, and as a result, has become an extremely apathetic and aimless person.

#it's up #sorry it took so long #not like anyone was really waiting for this anyway lol #also sorry no read more i'm on mobile #bpd kaido is my fave headcanon #devil survivor #desu character analyses #tadashi nikaido #desu #devil survivor spoilers #amelia rambles #desu rambles

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silentauroriamthereal · 6 years

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I hate Mary Morsan too

When I first saw this, I thought about just saying something like, “yay, high five!”, but then I reconsidered. Expressing hate for any woman, even a fictional one, is always a bit troubling for me. I truly am a feminist to the core of my being, and as someone who is known for writing the character of Mary as I truly see her in the canon, I’m already uncomfortably aware that people see me as a Mary hater. Johnlock shippers have been getting this since 2014 now: if you hate Mary, it’s only because she gets in the way of your ship, and the Johnlockers hate all of the female characters in Sherlock.

The second is patently untrue. That said, I’ll allow that Moffat and Gatiss are notoriously poor at writing female characters. (This has been well covered in many articles.) They, Moffat in particular, have a troubling way of aligning the concepts of female power with abuse (Irene uses sex to extort people for the terrorist she works for, Mary shoots people when they threaten to show her for the assassin and criminal that she is, even Molly and Mrs Hudson resort to violence in so-called moments of “strength” - Molly with her slapping and Mrs Hudson pulling a gun and handcuffs on Sherlock before having a bunch of men throw him into the trunk of her car). Moffat and Gatiss have an issue when it comes to writing a well-rounded, believable female character whose entire purpose doesn’t revolve around the male main character(s) and doesn’t come off as… well, a man trying to write a woman. That said, filling things out and making them work is also part of the joy of writing fanfic, and I, along with many other Johnlock writers, have definitely done my best to do that. I’ve even given several women on Sherlock their own stand-alone stories, told from their points of view, even Mary! If you’re curious:

Janine POV: The Green Carnations

Mary POV: Moving on/Making do (split between Mary and John’s POVs), Stand-in, Want (split between Sherlock, John, and Mary’s POVs)

Molly POV: The Red Roses, The Clouded Eye (split between Molly and Sherlock’s POV)

Sally Donovan & Mrs Hudson POV (first and last sections of Inappropriate)

Irene (not her POV, but definitely featuring her): From the Bottom of the Well

I’ve done my best to round these women out and give them credit where credit is due, whether or not I personally like them. I didn’t make them two-dimensional. And I didn’t write them the same every time (for those whose POVs I wrote more than once), either! Molly in The Red Roses is vulnerable, strong, self-sacrificing, and brave. Molly in The Clouded Eye is manipulable, jealous, possessive, yet (I hope) still understandable, pitiable. The point, ultimately, is the same as with any character: to be able to see their complexities, their depth, and to observe their actions objectively.

People wanted so badly to like Mary. They wanted to love the strong woman that John Watson chose to marry. I didn’t see any hate leading up to series 3 at all, neither toward the character of Mary Morstan, nor toward the person who played her. I saw open-mindedness and a wiliingness to take her into the collective fandom heart. For me, I was always wary, I’ll admit. I thought from the start that it was a mistake to take such a miniscule role from the original canon and make it such a big deal. I thought then that Moffat and Gatiss were trying to stomp out the Johnlock ship and rumours of their queer-baiting. Surely if John got married, we couldn’t possibly see it as gay anymore, right??? I saw their choice of actor as a deliberate attempt to parry the natural chemistry Benedict and Martin have onscreen, and I thought then that it was an overly desperate attempt. I maintain that to this day: I think it backfired. But that generosity of spirit was there toward Mary, even after series 3, for the most part. I saw many, mahy Johnlockers try to include Mary as part of a newly-formed OT3. I saw them identifying with Mary, trying their very best to love her.

Many of them still may. I don’t. For me, feminism means being seen as a human being first, and if a person’s experience as that type of human being has meant some kind of persecution or prejudice or abuse, it helps understand their actions. But not to excuse them. It doesn’t make it okay to murder people if you manage to look cute while doing it. It doesn’t make it okay if you did it to protect your own interests. That’s just selfishness, and defending it isn’t feminism. That’s just making excuses. Mary is a person who, in some unexplained backstory, chose a career wherein she kills and gets paid for it. She worked, to quote her, for the highest bidder. It wasn’t something she did out of a moral position, for love of country, for self-defense, for a cause, however just, as a cog in some great war machine. She didn’t do it do defend people she loved, or innocent bystanders, or children, or people too weak to defend themselves. She didn’t do it for some satisfying and long-deserved vengeance: she did it for money. Tawdry, dirty, blood money. And then she built a mountain of deceit, fed it to a man who was grieving, his trust broken and all but lost, and sold him a house of lies. And when his clever best friend discovered her, she shot him in cold blood, threatened him while under the influence, and hunted him down like an animal to put an end to him.

Pardon me if I don’t find that “cute” or “strong” or anything I feel like modelling myself after, anything I would want young women or my own nieces to look up to and admire.

I’ve talked about this before, but Mary is also extremely problematic in terms of blurring where the moral centre of Sherlock and John is. The thesis of the show has always been that Sherlock and John are damaged, problematic people, but ultimately good men. Ultimately, they’re on the side of the angels. Mary isn’t. Mary is on the side of the terrorists. She’s on the side of whoever will pay her the most to be on their side. In a way, that’s almost worse. Sherlock may “flirt” with Moriarty or Irene (though I always saw it as pretty one-sided on the latter) in the same way that he flirts with danger, with addiction, with obsessive behaviour, but he would never align himself with any of them. He may admire a clever plan, but his far greater fascination and draw is to the plain goodness of John Watson, extraordinary in its very ordinariness, yet it’s hardly ordinary, either. John can pull off making it look ordinary, but for someone who’s been through what he’s been through, it’s amazing that he IS still, ultimately, despite his own problematic behaviour, a good man. He and Sherlock both are, and it’s what they admire in each other, calling one another things like the best and the bravest and the kindest. That’s what they both seek, temporary fascinations with the devil they face every day in their line of work notwithstanding. Mary and Irene are both faces of this evil that Sherlock and John oppose. It’s the way things are: Sherlock and John are on the side of the angels. Mary and Irene work for the terrorists. Having Sherlock and John align themselves with Mary is incredibly problematic.

I maintain that everything about Mary Morstan was a mistake. It was a mistake to bring her onto the show, a mistake to try to make her 1000% more interesting than she ever was in the original canon, and certainly a mistake to have had John go back to her, to have had him and Sherlock put themselves on her side, to have made themselves accomplices to her crimes by the very act of helping bury her past. It was a mistake to then not see her arc through the way it began, her irritating ghost appearances bearing no resemblance to her canonical behaviour, and her proprietary brokerage of Sherlock and John’s friendship completely out of place and undeserved.

So yeah: in a response that’s probably 5,000 times longer than you were hoping for (apologies!), it takes a lot to make me admit that I hate another woman, even a purely fictional one. But Moffat and Gatiss succeeded on this one. I do hate Mary Morstan. I hate her because she’s an unrepentant murderer and liar, a narcissist whose only motivations are what she wants and feels would be good for her, and did everything in her power to tear Sherlock and John apart, and failing that, to outright kill Sherlock or manipulate him into killing himself. I see absolutely nothing admirable about this character and am just so glad she’s off the show. I wish she’d never been there in the first place.

#sherlock #mary morstan #john watson #johnlock #rosefellova

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hekate1308 · 6 years

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Blood Deal

I will be saving Crowley forever. Enjoy!!!

It’s pretty hard to wrap his head around everything that has happened, but Dean knows one thing.

There’s something missing.

No one else seems to notice amidst the cheering going on here at the camp in the Apocalypse world – and that’s something else he’ll eventually have to face, the fact that nothing makes sense anymore and that Sam just accepts that Mom wants to stay even though he was determined to get for back from the start, or that Cas ignores the signs that point to Jack becoming more like Lucifer.

But all of that will have to wait. He has to deal with something else before that.

And so he sets off late in the night. It’s easy enough; for all that “You’re our new brothers” talk (and he thinks, resignedly, that the word family really doesn’t mean as much to him as it should, these days) they mostly ignore him in favour of Sam, but then, isn’t he used to it?

He’s quickly done with his preparations. And then he summons him.

The one who’s missing.

He thinks he’s gotten it wrong when instead of the meat suit he knows so well, a woman appears in front of him. She’s gorgeous, he’ll admit that; but there’s something wrong about looking at her and knowing it’s –

“Crowley?”

“Yes. And who are you – aside from the dumbass who summoned me without using a devil’s trap?”

He laughs; he can’t help it. It feels too good to hear his – her – whatever British accent again. “Damn it’s good to see you.”

That takes her aback. “What –“

“My name is Dean Winchester. I came from a different dimension, if you will. And there, we were... friends.”

“Nice try.”

“Would I summon you in order to bring him back if we hadn’t been?” he argues. He’s long known that the only person who’d know how to bring back Crowley would be Crowley himself, or in this case herself. And now he has the chance to ask.

She’s studying him, and he’s suddenly reminded of the first time they met Crowley; it’s the same cold, calculating look, long before soft smiles and the question “You miss me?” when he called for help. “So you summon a demon in order to resurrect – I assume he’s dead, otherwise you wouldn’t have to “bring him back” – another demon while this world is crashing down around you? Wow. You’re even more of an idiot than I thought.”

Dean scoffs. He’s tired, he’s been running through a world that isn’t his own, nothing makes sense anymore, but he’s a man on a mission. “Alright, I’ll cut this short. This may be new to you, but every single insult you could throw my way, he already did. Multiple times. So, why don’t you just tell me how do get him back?”

“What makes you think I know?”

“It’s Crowley. He always has a back-up plan.”

She narrows her eyes and Dean realizes with surprise that looking at the demon who isn’t the one he knew but acts like him actually hurts, just a little bit.

Seems like Cain was even more right than he thought.

“Let’s say there is some truth in what you say – why would I tell you?”

Dean knows better than to argue that she should do herself a favour. It took him some time to realize, but part of the reason he and Crowley got on so well was that they both are quite familiar with the habit of loathing oneself. “To be honest? You have absolutely no reason. But what have you got to lose? In fact, I owe you one, in case you ever need a favour from someone who saved his world.”

He doesn’t mention that it would need an archangel’s Grace to get through to them, but it’s Crowley; what can’t they do when they choose to?

She stares at him. “You are... offering me a deal. To save me.”

2Well, our version of you, but yes...” he trails off when he sees her eyes soften, and he remembers Rowena, and Gavin, and Crowley’s face when he punched him on the last day of his life. “He died for us, we kind of... you know... owe him that. To try, at least.”

“And after you do this, you owe me. Do we have a deal?”

Dean knows this is dangerous, of course. But if it works – if it works – then they’ll have Crowley back, and he’s certainly a match for this version.

“Alright” he agrees. She draws him into a kiss, and Dean tries very hard not to compare the two (just as he generally tries not to think about everything he and Crowley got up to when they were demons together.”

“Alright” she says, “here”. She hands him a phial of blood.

“What is that?”

“It’s mine. I always figured no matter how I met my demise, blood would be spilt. And blood calls to blood. I assume he had a well-hidden stash of it in your world, too. Where did he die?”

“Here.”

“Ah. Well, then, that’s rather unfortunate. But not for you, since you are here. You just gave to find the exact spot where he died.”

Thank God for his navigation skills. He’s pretty sure he can find the place. He nods.

“And then there’s the spell.” The instructions she gives him are almost disgustingly simple, but he gets it. Crowley, always doing the unexpected. Nothing elaborate, just the spell to call blood to blood, as she put it.

“Thank you.”

“Oh, thank me when I call in that favour, sugar” she drawls, her hand running down his shirt. “I cannot wait.”

“Sorry, got a demon to save.”

She’s obviously surprised at that. “Well, then. Bye.” She vanishes.

Exactly like Crowley. Can’t handle any other feelings than utter hatred too well.

Dean steals back to the camp to get his backpack, and then he’s gone. He’s not entirely sure where the others are; maybe they’re busy celebrating this new family unit that will never feel quite right to him. It’s not even Mom not living up to his expectations – he could handle that – it’s about her not wanting to be their mother, or rather, anyone’s mother but theirs.

But all of this can wait. Once he’s dealt with this.

The place where Crowley gutted himself, where they met Bobby again, where Mom got stranded and where they lost Cas (albeit on the other side of the door) is seared into his mind, and soon he’s on his way.

It gives him ample time to consider what he is doing, but he never falters. Rowena was right; Crowley was an evil bastard, but in many ways, he didn’t deserve the lot he was dealt, and he did help them a lot.

And didn’t he pray to God to save him as well? So really, Dean’s not the one to talk.

He reaches the place just as the sun – or what passes for the sun here – begins to rise. He wonders when the others are going to start to miss him, then he dismisses the thought.

Right now, other matters need his attention.

Pin-pointing the exact spot is not as easy as he hoped. In the end, he has to settle for an educated guess and wish that somehow a bit of Crowley’s blood found its way there.

He has to admit the spell is a clever idea – it’s really so utterly simple that anyone could perform irt, meaning no one would try because why would they ever believe this was real?

At first, nothing happens; he’s waiting, for a sign, a flicker, something; and then –

A gush of air knocks him down as Crowley quite literally propels out of the skies and crashes near him.

The Empty, Dean remembers. That’s where Cas says he went, and where Crowley must have ended up too – and just like it ejected Cas, he ended up being quite literally thrown out.

Alright then.

He seems to be unconscious, and Dean rolls him on his back, once more cursing the fact that angels and demons don’t need to breathe.

When Crowley’s eyes finally open, they take a moment to focus. Then he stars up at him. “Dean?”

“Welcome back.”

Crowley closes his eyes and groans. “I’m dead.”

“No you’re not. Well, you were, so now you’re undead. Or rather, un-un-dead. After all, you already croaked once as a human...”

“Squirrel, I would really like you to be silent for five seconds, just while I get my bearings” he hisses as he reopens his eyes and sits up.

“Maybe you should –“ But Crowley is already standing up, looking as unflappable as ever.

“Alright, tell me what happened, and please leave out everything unimportant.”

So Dean does. About how he brought him back, anyway.

When he’s finished, Crowley is staring at him like a deer caught in headlights. “You agreed to a deal? With this world’s version of me!?”

“I didn’t have much of a choice, did I –“

“Of course you had, you denim-clad –“

“I couldn’t just leave you dead when I knew there was a chance!”

Suddenly, Crowley looks as lost as he did when Gwen hugged him. Eventually, he clears his throat. “Ahm, yes – I see. Obviously. None of you can ever leave well enough alone when there’s just teh tiniest hope things could turn your way.”

“Exactly” Dean grins, only then realizing how glad he actually is to see Crowley. “So, now that we’ve cleared the air.”

“Excuse you, Squirrel, we have done nothing of the kind. What sort of favour did you offer? What does she want? What is –“

“Oh my, this is better than anything I could possibly have imagined. A lover’s quarrel.”

Dean turns around to find this world’s Crowley looking at them. “I was just explaining to him that –“

“Unless you two want to make me a certain offer, I am not interested.”

Her eyes travel up and down Crowley’s meat suit and just like when Billie did the same, Dean feels a surge of utterly unwarranted jealousy. “At least we both have good taste.”

“I have to agree” Crowley drawls.

“If you two need a moment alone” Dean snaps, “I can –“

“Aw, lover boy’s jealous” she says, turning towards... well, herself. Himself. And this isn’t even the most confusing thing Dean has seen this week. “I have to say, picking a human lover and letting him resurrect you... not a bad idea. But what I absolutely cannot understand are your own feelings for him. Are we growing soft?”

Dean’s pretty sure his head just exploded, because there is no way she insinuated that Crowley of all people has feelings for him. True, when he was a demon, there was – well, there was no reason notz to have fund, and that thing with the triplets...

But feelings?

Granted, he’s probably not the one to ask. He did after all just drag himself through the Apocalypse World to get him back.

He expects Crowley – their edition – to make some sarcastic comment, but instead he’s silent.

She scoffs. “So it’s true. You’re pathetic.”

“Hey” Dean says, “Careful. You’re talking to a former King of Hell there.”

“Former? Of course. Why would someone so weak to fall for one of you meatballs keep the –“

Everything happens very fast. One moment, Crowley’s taunting Crowley, then they are locked in combat, and before Dean can react, his (his? Alright, deal with that later) one has her arms locked behind her back, angel blade (the one he killed himself with, Dean thinks, shuddering) at her throat. “Here’s the thing, my dear. You may have some devilish good looks and a somewhat functioning brain, and you survived until now, but I have been dealing with the Winchesters, and there’s no better training than that. So –“

He’s about to cut her throat when she calls out, “My favour! I want him to let me go! Make him!”

Just like him, then; she knows when she’d better beat retreat.

“Crowley –“

“Could be fun, and the deal would be broken either –“

“Crowley, please.”

He pouts – pouts – but lest her go.

“We’re square” Dean says an she gives a tight nod, then smiles. “You can’t win them all. Well then, I better leave the love birds to their reunion. Laterz!”

“Not if I can help it” Crowley mutters after she’s gone.

“And whether you believe it or not, this was the most normal thing to happen to me Today. Wait until you hear –“

Crowley distracts him by kissing him roughly. Dean takes a moment to catch on, then gives as good as he gets; after all, everything’s already going insane, so what does this matter?

“What was that for?”

“I had to ensure you are reminded who is the superior kisser” Crowley says simply. “And now you tell me what new world-ending problem you boys ran right into so we can deal with it.”

Yes, Dean thinks, maybe this was the answer after all.

He’s got the feeling there’s nothing they cannot deal with, together.

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